Upon arriving, he saw that there was a few guys and girls, training also. They looked up and greeted him with a wave. He nodded and went to a spot where he was alone. He took off his coat, leaving him in a muscle shirt. He quickly glanced at the girls to make sure they wouldn't jump him, but they seemed too busy in their training to notice. He sighed relief and began to train. He was training hard and for a long time when he heard someone calling him."Takeshi-kun! Takeshi-kun!" shouted Nutae running up to him. He looked at her and frowned, upset at what he did to her. "Please, come with me Takeshi, I need to speak with you", she told him again, walking to a path. Nutae finally came to a stop in front of a big tree, secluded from people. "I wanted to apolagize for earlier…I really did like it, and I don't want you to ever leave me like you did", she said quietly, blushing and staring at her feet. Takeshi wrapped an arm around her slender waist and pulled her against his hard frame. His mouth was close enough to her neck that she could feel the warmth of his breath. He crushed her to him and lifted her chin. He made a sound between a moan and a growl and lowered his head, his mouth on hers. She gripped the nape of his neck, making her hands into fists in his hair. His mouth moved over hers, his tounge explored every inch of the velvet interior of her mouth. Nutae heard herself moan, the sound low, pleading. "Lets go to your apartment please", she begged him in a husky voice. Takeshi lifted her into his arms and with a teleportation-jutsu, he was at his door. He put her down and opened it, walking in, she began kissing him again, he quickly locked it and they went to his bedroom. He quickly placed her on the bed while he blanketed her body with his own. His hands caressed her soft skin, traced the inviting swell of her breasts, pushed the fabric of her shirt roughly out of his way to expose her body to him. His hand cupped a breast, held the soft weight in his palm possessively. His mouth found her eyes, her temple, the corner of her mouth, her throat. Each kiss was feather-light but left a burning sensation. She shoved beneath him, arched upward to offer her breast. Her eyes closed tightly, and she moand aloud as he took her into the heat of his mouth. Her arms circled his head, held him to her as every pull of his mouth produced a rush of answering liquid heat from her body. His body was so hard, trapped in the confines of his clothes. He pushed them aside, tore at her pants, wanting every inch of her soft bare skin against him. Takeshi lifted himself slightly, just enough so that he could see her body. She lay naked, her skin flushed with wanting him. His hand spanned her stomach, his palm covering the triangle of tight blond curls, his fingers finding moist heat. She moaned loudly, clutching to him tighter. His finger probed the entrance to her tight velvet sheath, finding head and readiness and need just for him. His fingers moved deeper, a deliberate enticement. He felt her hot velvet muscles clench around him. His body was raging for release. "Do you wish me to stop now?" there was a catch to his husky voice. His hand pushed against her, his fingers probing, exploring, deliberately feeding the fire spreading through her. Her tounge stroked over his muscles, a soft caress. Her teeth nipped his skin gently, teasingly. His hand explored her thighs, mewling cries from her throat. She kissed his chest, lapped at his nuple. His body hardened to a point of insanity. He forced her knees apart, giving better access to her feminine heat. He pushed hard against her aggressively needing her deperately. Nutae felt him , hard and thick, insisting on entrance. He felt too large, too much of an invasion. He cupped her bottom with his palm and held her against him. He moved, nearly unable to bear the tightness of her velvet sheath clenching him, so hot and addicting that he wanted to lose himself forever in her. A moan escaped Takeshis' throat , deep and husky, the sound dragged from his very sould. He kisssed her chin, mouth, eyes, she felt his breath on her throat, licking her. They lay together, clinging to one another, their hearts pounding out a rythym of intensity unlike the other thought possible. She could feel him, thick, hard, beginning to move, an incredible friction of sluck heat, so gentle and tender, she felt as if she were melting into him. Takeshi moved slowly, savoring each long stroke, his eyes devouring her face. His slow rythmic rocking was taking her breath away. Her body was moving with his, following his guidance without inhibition. His body surged forward, burying itself more deeply within her. He began to move with deeper, stronger strokes, picking up the pace. They both moaned together for their sweet release. Nutae was panting, and Takeshi held her close to him, hugging her protectively. "Takeshi-kun, that was amazing, I mean, I want to do it again with you another day", Nutae whispered, voice sore from moaning. "Hn", Takeshi responded plainly, kissing the top of her head. They lay in a lovers embrace, "Takeshi-kun…I love you", Nutae whispered, but Takeshi didn't hear her, he was already asleep. She smiled and nuzzled on his chest, falling asleep.