~I Like You~

A Gaara Lemon

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of the characters (though if I did, Gaara would be all mine *selfish*)

Pairings: Gaara/OC (you)

Background: There's not much to say. : / Most everything is explained in the story. :)

There was only a week left before the Chunin Final Exams started, and you had been captivated by Gaara since the first moment you laid eyes on him. You weren't participating in the exams. The life of a ninja was not for you, but you had other skills. Gathering information was your strongest ability.

Your first encounter with the red-haired shinobi was when his squad first arrived in Konoha Village. You had happened to be passing by when Kankuro had started picking on the young academy students as well as Naruto and Sakura. You stood by, watching it all play out. After all, that's what you did best; observe. Temari had half-heartedly tried to stop her brother when Sasuke had stepped in, and when things were getting really heated, Gaara made his presence known. Not much usually escapes your notice, but he seemed to come out of nowhere. Even Sasuke seemed surprised to hear the boy behind him, and Sasuke was rarely caught off guard. They both came out of the trees and Gaara stopped Kankuro almost with a single word.

You knew where you were standing you wouldn't be seen, but Sasuke asked for Gaara's name and as Gaara was turning away, he looked right at you. Catching his eyes made your heart stop and your blood run cold.

"What is it, Gaara?" Kankuro asked, peering in your direction. You moved slightly over to the side to conceal yourself a little better.

"Nothing." Gaara said as he turned and lead his team away. You watched him leave, unable to take your eyes off of him. His eyes were so sad and angry, you had to know more.

In the short month since the sand shinobis' arrival, you learned all there was to know about them. The fact that they were siblings. The fact that Gaara had a demon in him, just as Naruto did. One that never let him sleep. And their true purpose in Konoha. You had tried to inform the Hokage of their plans, but because you were not a shinobi and you were still so young, the Jounin kept turning you away. You decided that time was running out, and if they weren't going to do anything, then it was up to you.

The only problem was, how do you stop your feelings for Gaara? Even though you had never confronted him, and even though you had witnessed him kill one of the Sound Ninja after the preliminary rounds and saw his demon, you couldn't help liking him. The sadness and pain in his eyes called to you. You wanted nothing more than to take his pain away. You knew of his past. You had been very attentive to all of the sand ninja's conversations. Although you could never truly understand his pain, you still wanted to comfort him. You also knew that that was a very dangerous prospect.

You are trying to think of the best way to approach Gaara when you accidentally bump into someone in the alleyway.

"Oh! Excuse m-," you trail off as you look up to sea-green eyes and fiery hair. You gasp and quickly look away, stuttering, "I-I'm so s-sorry… I didn't see you. I was ju-"

He cut you off from your rambling. "Why have you been following me?" His voice is soft and gravelly, but has a very dangerous tone behind it.

Your eyes snap back to his. How could he have noticed me?! "I-I don't know what you're -"

"Don't toy with me," he almost growls, cutting you off again.

Oh crap! This could get bad! What do I do?! You can't see any way out of this predicament. You sigh and look at the ground. Might as well just tell him… "Because… I've been following you because…" Your cheeks start flushing a bright pink.

"Spit it out." Gaara seems to be getting impatient with your stalling. But how do you tell him that you're trying to stop his mission?

"Because I like you…" Your face flares crimson as the words slip out. That was -not- what you had meant to say at all; even if it was true. You steal a quick glance at Gaara's face. It's a look you have never seen on him before. Usually his face was a blank mask that betrayed nothing of what his thoughts or feelings were, except on the occasions where his blood lust got the better of him. His eyes are wide and he looks absolutely shocked. Even more embarrassed, you start muttering about having something to do and try to turn and run, when he reaches out and grabs your wrist roughly. He jerks you towards him, bringing your faces inches apart. You feel like you're on fire being so close to him and you're positive your face matches the color of his hair.

"What's your name?" He asks quietly.

"I-it-it's… I-I'm-" you stutter.

"GAARA! What are you doing?!" It's Temari.

Gaara lets go of your wrist as he turns to face his sister. "None of your business."

You take the opportunity to hightail it out of there. You stop and look back around the corner to see Gaara watching you. Temari puts a hand on his shoulder, but Gaara smacks it away. For a moment, it looks as though he is going to follow you. A part of you is hoping he would, but Temari says something else and he follows her instead.

Heart still racing from the encounter, you lean back against the wall. The look in his eyes when he grabbed you, what was that? You try to think back to everything you had discovered about him. The first time you saw him. His moves during the second stage of the Chunin Exams. How he fought Rock Lee in the Preliminaries. Then you remember when he had gone to the hospital to finish off Lee. The look in his eyes when Shikamaru and Naruto had intervened. This look was similar, but so very different at the same time. You shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts. His face came swimming back to the front of your mind. You shake the image away again and start to head back to your home.

* * * LATER * * *

It's almost evening, but you still can't get Gaara out of your head. Every time you think you've gotten away, your mind wanders back to the harsh feel of his hand around your wrist and the smell of sand so close to him. And every time your heart starts to beat faster and your breaths get shorter. It's no use. You have to see him again.

You leave your small apartment and head out into the cooling evening. One of the only good things about living on your own; there is no curfew. Your mind drifts away from thoughts of Gaara and drags out dusty memories of your family. You still talk to your little sister now and then, but most of your family had disowned you when you said that you didn't want to become a ninja. The memories came out in a rush. All the screaming, slamming of doors and finally being thrown out of the house with nothing but a small duffel of clothes.

You walk around the quiet village, lost in your memories, not paying attention to anything around you. You didn't notice the shadow following you as you allowed your mind to weave in and out between thoughts of your family to once again settle itself on your encounter with Gaara earlier that day. You eventually find yourself on the path leading out of the village and decide it is time to go home. Disappointed at having not come across him, you sigh, close your eyes and turn around to go back the way you came… and run into someone.

You jump, startled, and before a little yelp can escape your lips, a hand clasps over your mouth to stifle you as you're slammed against the wall. Your already wide eyes grow even wider when you catch the moonlight dance across crimson hair and the same sea-green eyes from earlier staring at you.

"Are you going to scream?" He asks, his eyes narrowing. You shake your head and he tentatively removes his hand.

"Gaara…," you almost whisper, "What? What are you doing here?" He had released his hold on your mouth but he was still pinning you to the wall. He is so close to you. Your heart starts racing again.

"I want to know what you meant," he states bluntly.

You blush as the memory of your confession comes rushing back. "I don't unders-"

"What did you mean when you said that you liked me?" he asks forcefully. He looks like he is getting irritated.

"I-I-I meant exactly wh-what I said," you stammer out. "I like you, Gaara."

He studies your face, eyes narrowing even more, trying to determine if you are lying to him. He moves a little closer to you and an uncontrollable urge comes over you. He is so close now… Before he knew what was happening or had a chance to react, you press your lips against his. Despite how roughly he handled you, and the sand that was always with him, his lips are silky and soft. He pulls back, breaking the kiss, his eyes wide with surprise. He composes himself quickly, and glares at you, still holding you, but now at arm's length.

"Do you even know what I am?" he demands, an evil grin spreading across his face.

A small trickle of fear creeps into you from his look as you recall the night he changed into his demon and killed the Sound Ninja. He must have sensed it, because his eyes narrow and start to fill with hate, while his grin only grows wider.

"Yes," you answer calmly, looking straight into his eyes. Again he must not have been expecting that kind of response. You feel his hands tremble slightly on your arms. "Yes, I know what you are. I don't care."

The malice filling his eyes seems to evaporate almost instantly. A surge of pain sweeps across his face and he clutches at his head with one hand. He seems to be having an inner struggle. He keeps muttering, almost arguing with something. The pain and insanity on his face hurt your heart. You can't bear to see him like that anymore. The grip he still has on you is loose, so you break free and wrap your arms around him. His body freezes and tenses at your embrace.

"Gaara, it's ok. I'm here for you," you whisper softly in his ear.

His body trembles in your arms. You hold him tighter, trying to stop his trembling. A hand clasps around your throat and you feel yourself being slammed against the wall again. You open your eyes through the pain and look at Gaara as you struggled to breathe. His hand leaves your throat, but he uses his sand to hold you in place. Tears begin to well up in your eyes as you watch his inner war continue.

"Gaara, please! What can I do?" you plead. Gaara stops at your pleas. He stalks over to you, slamming his arms on either side of your head, his face just as close as when you had kissed him.

"What can you do?" he asks, mocking you. "You can DIE!"

Your eyes widen in fear. He did nothing for what felt like forever; just stared into your frightened eyes.

"That's better," he says, calmer. "That's the look I'm used to."

The tears that were building up in your eyes begin streaming down your cheeks. Gaara breaks into his evil grin again. "See? You even cry for your life. Just like everyone else."

You shake your head. "No, Gaara. I cry for -your- life." His grin fades, and again he stands staring at you for a lifetime. Then he starts leaning in. You are confused at first. What could he be doing? But then his lips make contact with yours. His kiss is so unsure, you don't fight him. He ventures further, his tongue caressing your lips, asking for entrance. You allow him to explore your mouth, reveling in the feeling. He tasted sweet, much sweeter than you had imagined he would. You always had this thought that he would taste bitter. During your kiss, he slides a hand down across your body. You moan at his touch and he wraps his arms around your waist. The sand holding you loosens and falls away allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back. He grabs your thighs and picks you up to straddle him, pressing you against the wall. As much as you hated to do it, you grab onto Gaara's hair and hold his head back for you to break the kiss.

"Gaara," you gasp, "maybe we should go somewhere a little more… private?"

He glares at you for interrupting like that, but realizes what you said was probably a good idea. "Where?" he growls.

You hadn't quite thought that far. "Um… We could go to my apartment, if that's alright with you," you suggest. You start to tell him where it is when you are both engulfed in sand. The next thing you know, after the sand has settled, you're standing outside your front door with Gaara very close behind you.

"This is right, yes?" he asks. You nod, surprised that he knew. He grins. "You didn't think you were the only one doing the spying, did you?"

You blush heavily and mutter, "I wasn't spying."

"Are we going in or not?" He moves around you to open the door, grabs your wrist and pulls you roughly inside, slamming the door behind you. He immediately picks up where he had left off in the street. He wraps you in his arms, pulling you into a deep kiss again, this time simply forcing his way into your mouth. You let him drag you across the room, twisting one hand into his hair and scratching down his back with the other. The gourd he is still wearing is getting in your way, so you pull the sash holding it to him off, cringing a little at the loud bang as it hits the floor, breaking the kiss again in the process.

Gaara looks at the gourd now lying on the ground, then back to you with a slightly curious look. You shrug and start to pull his shirt off. You know you are still very young, and to be honest you are very embarrassed, but you want to see and feel his bare skin. You feel him tug your shirt up and slip a hand underneath. He's so warm. Butterflies start fluttering around in your lower stomach and after you manage to pull his shirt off you find a fishnet one underneath. Irritated at how many layers you have to remove, you tear off his fishnet as he pulls your shirt over your head. He glares at you for tearing his shirt.

"Now someone will suspect something," he says low and dangerous.

You shrug again. "That's okay. I don't care who knows."

He throws you up against a wall and presses his naked chest against yours. The heat is almost unbearable. He lowers his mouth to your neck. "If that were true, we'd still be in the streets," he whispers against you.

The feel of his skin on yours and his breath on your neck sends shivers up and down your spine. You tremble in longing against him and he obliges by biting down on your neck. Hard. You claw into his back, arching your own, crying out, partially in pain, but mostly in an ecstasy you had never known before. There is a slight burning where he bit you and a hot substance trickles down your shoulder. He had broken skin and made you bleed. You shiver again as he licks the blood he spilled off of you. His hands slid down your sides, one stopping on one of your breasts and the other winding around you waist and hips. Tightening his hold on your waist he hoists you up, forcing your legs around his hips and grinding into you. You feel how hard and thick he is as the hand on your breast squeezes. He continues his trail of harsh bites and kisses across your collarbones and up the other side of your neck. You moan as every bit of pain brings on more pleasure. Your fingers weave into his hair, trying to pull him off when the pain is too great, but that only makes him go harder. You claw at his back, feeling your nails rake into his flesh as he keeps grinding, but he seems to enjoy the pain as much as you do.

He grinds his hips harder into you and you push back as best you can in your awkward position. You are so wet that you're sure he can feel your need. He drops you to your feet and takes control of your mouth again as he pushes your pants to the floor. You kick them the rest of the way off and relieve him of his remaining clothing as well. As soon as you are both completely naked, without warning he picks you up again, finds your flower, and whispers in your ear, "You'll belong to me after this."

Before his words have fully registered in your brain, he jams himself into you. "GAARA!"

You scream his name as he takes you. Even through all the pain, the pleasure is overwhelming. Your head drops onto his shoulder and you bite down as another wave of pain and ecstasy washes over you. A coppery taste invades your mouth, bringing a low grunt out of Gaara. He moves harder and faster as you lick the blood off of his shoulder. He hits your spot, making your head jerk back, mouth open for a scream. Gaara blocks it with a violent kiss, the taste of blood on both of your lips. You fight with his tongue for dominance, but his fierceness overpowers you. You rock yourself on him, trying to keep up with his rhythm. A pressure starts to build in you and you find that you've almost reached your limit.

"Gaara," you gasp between thrusts, "I… I'm about… to cum…"

He only grunts in response and pumps harder. Your breath catches in your throat and the pressure builds higher and higher.

"Oh… Oh my… GAARAAA!" You scream his name as you climax onto him and he stiffens. You feel him pulsing inside you. He shudders as the pulsing subsides, and you both remain where you are, hoping the wall will support your weak bodies as you try to recover. You wrap your arms around his neck and cling to him like a lifeline as he pulls out, slowly dropping to a sitting position, still holding onto you. His grip on you tightens and he buries his face into your shoulder. You run your hand through his hair, relishing in the comfort of his arms. You both sit in silence like that for a long time. You almost fall asleep on his shoulder.

Finally, Gaara loosens his hold on you and pulls back a little, waking you up. You look at him sleepily and smile. "What is it, Gaara?"

"Why?" he asks. You look at him slightly confused. "Why would you let me do that?"

You blush. A moment ago he was fierce and harsh, and in an instant, he was as innocent as only you had ever seen. "Because, Gaara," you giggle as you lightly kiss the "Ai" scar above his eye, "I like you."

A/N: I realize there are a few places where the tenses are going back and forth from past to present. I made a lame attempt to correct it, found too many, then took a page from Shikamaru's book and said whatever, it's too much work. I hope you enjoyed my one shot. I know the ending is a little lame, but oh well. It's my story and I'm only just getting back into writing. : / And I usually suck at endings anyway. : \ Comment, rate, let me know what you think. ^_^

UPDATE: I read through this again and could no longer stand the back and forth of the tenses. Very little was changed beyond that, but I feel it is much better now. Let me know what you think.