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You Wouldn't Dare


Prologue

Gaara flipped to the next page - filling things out was something he was used to, but this just seemed that much more fun. Granted, anything would be considered fun when it wasn't a stack of papers about lost shinobi, resources, or unwarranted threats of all different shapes. Why yes, filling out papers was much more fun when it was something that he actually wanted to do.

Despite the lack of urgency (or overall serious atmosphere) Gaara thought over every question laid out on the page with utmost care. These answers had to be honest – to properly reflect the past several months. Currently he sat with a concentrated frown, attempting to decide which would fit his emotions at that given moment (lord knew there were other pages that were dated, crossed out and re-answered at least twice over). A pale hand subconsciously laid a hand over the top of his stomach, slowly rubbing the swell that protruded through the cotton tunic. It was then that he felt a sudden rise of insecurity growing within his chest, it took all but a second to check the box "Miss seeing my toes". The more he worked at the book, the more he had begun to sigh because really, it was such hard work to write down his honest emotions. How tiring. How exhausting it really was to be working on something entirely for his own amusement and perhaps that of his lover's. How tragic.

Speak of the devil. A bright smile lit up the dreary features within an instant as the slowed figure offered over a plastic bag that was accepted all too gleefully. The raven wasted no time in laying the slender body out over the expanse of the satin comforter, moving only so that he may wrap an arm around the once lithe waist.

A larger hand found its way to his belly, the male rubbing with practiced care. It was always in that of a pattern, sometimes changing its order but always coming in three. The hand would rub over the swell of his stomach, place fleeting kisses that could barely be determined if Gaara hadn't seen the action himself, and then the low voice that whispered against the skin. It was baffling to think that the gentleness of his actions was coming from one of the most powerful – dangerous – shinobi in the world. Supposed that even the fiercest of creatures were endearing at times.

However endearing as it may be, that wasn't the focal point of his evening, far from! Teal eyes sparkled the to go box was taken from its bag, his mouth watering at the sheer thought of what was going to be opened. Strawberry cheese cake. His gratitude for the dessert wasn't lost on him, before he took to devouring the treat, the small male lifted his lover's chin to place a well-deserved kiss over thin lips. The Suna native could weep from the taste alone. One more bite, maybe two and he was reaching for a pen to happily check the box "Give the belly what it wants".

There was only one thing that could disturb the peace flowing through his veins, his nose. The smell hadn't hit in at first, being far too invested in the sweet to care but when the male shifted to be laying with his head atop the soft pillows he was hit with a wave of nausea. A sour expression masked the tranquil, now pushing the body further away from himself. Every time he got even the smallest wiff of the ashy smell from the raven hair his insides turned and threatened to have themselves revealed. Gaara held his breath, quickly scribbling down another answer and placing the book between the pair as a sort of barrier.

Obsidian eyes lifted in that stupid, oh so stupid amused manner to peek over what was left for him to read. "Your father likes to disturb our peace by smelling of decay and ash. He's rather useless."

There it was again! Gaara was leaving his comforts behind to rush his way into the nearby bathroom for what seemed the 80th time in the past three hours. Ah yes, pregnancy was very much filled with 'perks'.


A/N: Hello! It's been quite a while! If you are new you wouldn't be able to tell that this has been completely updated to my aged writing style and capabilities. Honestly, what the hell was wrong with past OP? So if you are in the process of reading through this story, or are coming back to it, this story IS in the middle of reconstruction. And you know what that means- updates - yay!Please bear with me, and enjoy the journey!

-BD