Disclaimer: I do not own Gaara or Matsuri, or the other characters that maybe mentioned in this fic, they are all property of Masashi Kishimoto.
Rated: NC17 Just because there is reference to sex.
Pairings: GaaraXMatsuri
Note to readers: This will be the first Chapter, if people tend to like it through reviews I will do another, I do have my ideas' set for what I want toaccomplish with this, but there would not be much point if no one reads it. So without further hesitation, I hope you like it.
A light rustle against the soft sheets, the heat from the sun looming in though the glass sheet of the window that separated them from the outside world. Now, there was only her and the man of her long awaited dreams nuzzled in the crook of her bare neck, his pale frame draped like a protective barrier over her. It had been a dream in passing that had blossomed into something real, something solid in the infatuates fantasy she had structured around herself. Matsuri had lived a long time in the shadow and protection of the man she had would one hoped to look upon her as something more than a student, but a friend, a lover someone he would have no doubts in his fragile heart to trust as he had siblings. It had been sometime coming since that day she had chosen him, they had been through many trials and obstacles through the young mans rise and fall only to climb back up on the throne of the soul protector to his village. She had been with him through it all.
Her dark orbs fluttered open, a ghostly glance to the man tightly attached to the warmth her body was so graciously passing from her to him. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, her fingers rubbed harshly, bring her once dreamy state back into the reality to which had overtaken them both the night before. Her gaze greeted but the fiery bright color of his messy crimson hair, strands sticking from every which directions plastered against the fine delicate skin of his young student's naked body. It was adorable the way his face remained calm and peaceful in his slumber, with only the light rise and fall of his body to the comfort which only she could provide. His dark lids still laced with the hint of an insomniac stricken victim, years of deprived dreams tainted his features only adding to the unique characteristics of a soft looking, clam boy of the sand.
It was a moment in time where everything around her in the height of the morning sun where all seemed to stop, the world halted to the moment of contempt in the decision they had both made in their wonderful, long awaited union of two willing bodies and loving souls, or so she would have enjoyed to believe as her wondering mind catered to the fan girl within. It was in that notion, her arm snaked in a soundless glide over his soft, flawless skin of his back the muscles flexing against the foreign touch of another against his skin, a cool trail of a prickling tingle left in the wake of the wondering pads of her tips. The other wordlessly brushed a few strands of silky like array of red from his forehead, a sigh at the sight of the exposed mark on his forehead. The course scar was something Matsuri dare not ask of, if the young Kage had felt it in her right to know, he would tell her for that would be the true indication of trust he had held in someone other than himself. To speak of a demon torment that had plagued his soul since birth.
Gaara had never been a heavy sleeper since the extraction of Shukaku , so every soft glide, every touch was magnified tenfold in his mind and thoughts determining over time that the gentle touch was that of a loving peaceful soul meant for him and him alone It was fitting that his tender heart was held in the hands of the least expecting, though his mouth could never , the beast in a constant reminder of what he was, what he is and what he would continue to be so long as their spirits had remained entwined. But here he was, in the arms of a beauty that had blossomed before his very eyes, his own ambitions, his rise to help those in need of him and left little or no room for that of a normal relationship. Unsure of how to verbalize such things as he had not really known how to express it.The role had been reversed, student was now teaching the teacher in the means of life and a love for another in an intimate way.
His hairless eyebrow drew together at the sweet warm trail over his back, muscles still reacting in such away as if to prepare himself in anything should turn wrong, that he would be ready as he was trained to be. But her touch had caused something of a different sensation, it was not threatening, not in a means to harm but to tenderly hold him like the man he had grown to be. Yet in many ways Gaara had felt very much like a lost child without her guidance through their night together, one he would no sooner forget than the warm air he inhaled to live. A rush of slightly cooler breeze had swept over his exposed skin the hair brushed from her way leaving an open opportunity to gently scrap her small knuckles against the curve of his cheek.
"Good morning Kazekage-sama." Her gentle high pitched voice filled the room like liquid honey, her tone practically melting the doubt of the oncoming awkwardness the moment his eyes began to open to meet the innocent stare of a woman that had grown precious to him.
"You don't need to call me that here." He stated as if he had not even been sleeping at all, the hint of annoyance that she would still call him by his title after the evening they had spent in one anther's arms. "You had no problems calling by my given name last night."
A furious blush spread over the poor girls cheeks at his blunt statement. But honestly, she had not known when or if she was crossing that line of disrespect for the title given to him that he had worked so hard to achieve. But if he said so, than she had best not go against his wishes since he had looked so un-phased by the notion, his dark lids remained closed over in his rest. "Anou, ok Gaara." The embarrassment subsided replacing with the comfort of a small giggle in her words. Returning his kind gesture, she brushed her palm over his forehead pushing the messy locks from the way of a soft kiss planted to the course symbol engraved into his flesh.
Her words had not gone unnoticed but it had been hard to concentrate on the context when she had kissed him yet again, over and over again she shown her signs of affection, no fear or pity, for her there was only room for sharing the love they had both balled up deep within the darkest corners of the subconscious. For her it was her dream come true, for Gaara it was a scary first step into the world of relationships in general. His child like actions, the way he had reacted to the simple touch of the pads of her fingers was far too irresistible for her to take her eyes from, she wondered if he knew how adorable he actually looked at this very moment with his eyes closed like a light curtain, his thin pale lips in a flat line of stern of his expression to the furrowed nonexistent eyebrows drawn in thoughts passing trough to the loving gesture.
"Come on Gaara, I'll make you something to eat before you head to the office." It was strange saying this in such a causal manner, hence why found the controllable flutter in her chest, the rising heat to her face like her words set a fire to her tan skin. She had dreamed of the day that this moment would come, but like many of the young females, ninja and civilians alike, but she was living through the reality of a love discovered that first day they had met.
"I'm not hungry." lifting his head from the comfort of his fleshy bed, where his cheek lay plastered between the mounds of her perfectly shaped breasts.
No where near as well developed as Temari's, Matsuri admitted glancing down between their two meshed body's to compare, but her size did well to satisfy the young Kage in his intimate explore of her body. Working out the solid image in his mind by using the simple touch to feel out every dip and curve of her flawless figure creating a timeless picture to keep his thoughts on somewhat of other things than being Wind Shadow, when he was drawing in paper work or in less the entertaining meetings. He would later find out just how difficult it would be to whip the thoughts from his mind once activated, ah, the wonders of being a teenager and discovering new emotions denounced to either.
A light tug pulled the small muscle of the corner of his mouth as his pale aqua green eyes studied her face noting the apparent flush and the direction of her gaze between them. "What are you looking at?"
"My breasts."
"Why?..."
Letting a light breath pass her lips in a vibrating exhale, her shoulders shrugged at the question, there was no plausible answer really. Only the self criticism all woman seem to carry upon birth. Do I look fat? My butt is far to wide for these pants. My hair isn't shinny enough. " No reason." She answered Idly unknowing to the young Kage of the concepts of avoid unnecessary conflict with a woman. Matsuri kind enough to steer him clear of that phase just yet, or could she?
"They are fine." He answered placing his head back down between the valley, taking his comfortable spot he had left only moments ago when loosing himself in the pitch black abyss of her midnight eyes. Even as he allowed a thin pale arm coil deeper around her waist, tugging her closer, he had still felt it was not close enough. How his fingers found entangled in the mousy brown ends, of fine strands slipping idly from his grasp only to be scooped up once again in the same endless natural cycle.
"...ah huh..." She answered, her jaw opening slightly shifting to the side and her tongue flashed out twisting between her pearly white teeth.
"what now?"
"...just fine...?"
"..." Honestly, what had she accepted from a socially retarded teen, rejected from the village since birth. The ninja academy certainly had not prepared the young man of how to deal with such questions. In fact, would he really have listened back then without a blood screaming death to follow. "Matsuri, they are great."
"huh! Thanks!" She perked up right away, letting the full span of her hand plant firming to his back in a light touch, the other hand treading through sweet crimson locks letting the soft crimson tug pass her fingers. "Now, at least go take a shower or something before you have to go, I don't want my favorite Kage smelling like... well..."
"Like?"
"Anou...sex Gaara." Another blush painted her cheeks in a darker tinge of pink, turning her chin up to stare at the circular patterns high above to the ceiling.
"Ah..." He agreed, noting the powerful misty sweet scent from the build up and aftermath of their solid workout. The rising musk still lingered in a swirl of moistened air about the small room of her apartment. "Yes fine..." He answered, finding it hard to move from the loving comfort that was deprived of him since his birth, not knowing the care of a mother figure was difficult for the young man to grasp this concept. But perhaps, Matsuri, his student, would be able to open that door for him, to show him what it truly meant to have someone to love and care for, but of course it would be different with her where things were taken to a higher level of intimacy going above and beyond anything the inept teen ever knew.
"Common' sleepy head get up, I need to get ready too or else I'll be late too." She giggled, drawing her thin fingers to her lips to stifle out the sound escaping past her lips.
"I am with you, so it's ok." He followed in an exhaling breath, letting the light breeze cast over the smooth tight skin stretched over her chest where he lay.
"With the Kazekage or not, I'm a ninja and we still have to work to live. Now come on." Giving him a playful shove to the shoulder, giving him a helping hand to get the motion of rising from his comfortable slumber to welcome the morning sun cascading over his pale, flawless face.
Squinting in a narrow glare out the window as he rose from the bed, swinging his legs over the side his fingers automatically drew to rub the irritation that had plagued his vision upon becoming fully awake. His pupiless irises fluxed and focused to accommodate the blurry ring around just about everything that had definition with in the small apartment room, but even as he glanced back over his shoulder he was still able to know the set of discomfort wrinkled in Matsuri's face. "What's wrong?" The moment the words had left his lips that wild pink blush spread over her cheeks yet again, Gaara rapidly finding this one of his more...enjoyable pastimes now, she was so cute when she blushed for no reason. He stared blankly with a few quick blinks to follow before turning more to face her. "Tell me." He demanded softly.
With an uncomfortable shift in her spot, an attempted to move from the bed draping her slim tan legs over the other side was suddenly haled by a pair of solid hands gripping tightly around her waist to stop her from avoiding his demands. "Gaara, it's no big deal..." She huffed with a small laugh, how to explain to her young new found socially reject lover the result a woman's body wold endure after the first night of a blissful union of two souls becoming one?...Placing a reassuring hand over his giving a small rub. "I'm fine." But the grip did not back off, he had not moved those cool icy mint colored eyes from her coal black pools until he had gotten his answer. "Fine, but remember you asked for it." Letting a small gust of wind pass her lips, the breath causing her bangs to lift off her forehead. "Every girl feels sore after their first time, it's just the nature of having someone you love have you in this way." She flashed a warm comforting smile, although unsure of what the teen would react to this new piece of information.
"Don't keep things from me, even if you are think it is not important enough to bother."
"Hai Gaara-sam..." She tried forcing herself from his grip but it was far to strong even for a well trained ninja like Matsuri had become over the years of hard work and solid training.
"Gaara." He tugged her back against the bed hard enough to show his authority over her, his flat seriousness only melted away when that sweet giggle tickled his ears as he hover just over her. Those narrow eyes stared down upon his pray studying every last detail of her face before his day continue on as it normally would. Only this day would be different, for the both of them. With the passing thought their morning had finally started with the arch of his backstretching over her and his lips meeting hers in a tender kiss.