A trick up his sleeve
Chapter one: unexpected meetings
Koomahana
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Thoughts
Paragraphs are memories
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He had seen her that day, silent as she observed his siblings, silent as her teammate shouted at his siblings... and speaking up only after her second teammate showed up, speaking up to show that she wasn't as scared as she looked. It didn't work out so well in her favor; her voice squeaked just a little too high when she addressed them. He turned and studied her, curious but not obviously so, he let his sister speak to her, he answered the question applied to him and returned the favor. He left soon after words, leaving a trail of his sand behind to listen in and then later let it clue itself to her feet where she wouldn't notice it.
He was silent as he listened to what his sand re-laid to him, telling him her name and age and rank and then telling him that she had been entered into the examine that he was in. He stayed in his room, silent as he listened to his siblings speak softly and to his sand as it laid out the quickest directions to her location. That night when his siblings and teacher slept, his teacher didn't do it often so he had to be quick, Gaara left the hotel and followed his sand's instructions; careful not to let anyone see him and suppressing his chakra while he ran.
Her window was open, letting in the cool breeze, he slipped in, careful not to make a noise. Her room was strange, it was by far the smallest he had ever been in, holding only her closet, desk and bed—nothing else. It was strange, the small room didn't scream 'girl' like his sister's and it didn't scream 'boy' like his brother's. The walls were pale cream without a single poster or even a picture; the desk looked as if it was made from hundreds of different books instead of the oak he had in the hotel or the sandal wood of his home land; even her closet showed few outfits: six crimson red dresses (the same ones that he saw her in earlier that day), three crimson shirts, two black vests, three navy blue shirts and at the bottom of her closet was a pair of combat boots, heels, her blue sandals and several pairs of folded up black pants. So she could dress like a real kunochi she just chose not too. Turning to look at the girl, he saw that she had a few drawers beneath her bed; he guessed that's where she kept her more personal items.
He wasn't that far off, the first drawer he opened held seven different kunai pouches and back pouches, each seemed to be filled slightly differently then the next. The next held her more advanced weapons such as her explosive tags and ninja wire. The third drawer held several different kinds of what he guessed to be under shirts, they were so small they could barley cover her essentials, and similar looking things to what Kankuro once teased Temari with, calling them 'bra's or something like that. After that incident, Temari beat Kankuro so bad that he never entered Temari's room again; he even went so far as to use his puppets to knock on her door when he needed something from her.
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"Hmm," Sakura opened her eyes tiredly, expecting to see the green of her alarm clock that rested on her desk, instead she found herself staring into surprised jade. Thinking nothing of it, Sakura rolled over and went back to bed, feeling her bed shift slightly Sakura's eyes snapped open
Wait a moment, she spun around into a sitting position, her eyes wide and searching for the anomaly. But nothing was wrong, everything was the same: her clock read ten thirty, her closet was still open, her books were in place, her papers were unruffled her window was still slightly ajar... her window was open to far and her closet shouldn't be open. Turning Sakura fumbled for her desk light and quickly pressed it on, her eyes locked on her closet doors at the end of her bed. The light flashed on... Sakura sighed as she saw that nothing was even wrong with her closet, it was still closed.
Must have been the lighting, Sakura sighed as she flipped her light back off and stood from her bed, rising to close her window. Must have been the wind... She settled back into bed, pulling her blankets over her bare chest closed her eyes, letting sleep over take her once again. All the while, never seeing the pair of eyes peek out from the other side of her closet.
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Gaara stepped out softly, letting his sand coat the floor to keep his steps silent, he stared down at her with curiosity, wondering if he should just leave now that he had his questions answered. He looked out the window and saw that it was a full moon, making the demon sealed into him stir at the sight of it but it was different this time, it wasn't asking for blood or even violence... it was asking for... asking for something else...
Gaara felt his eyes drop to the girl sleeping in the bed next to where he was standing at her window, curious about the feeling in his stomach he stepped towards her, not realizing that his sand was drawing her curtains closed as he went. He leaned over her, she shifted uncomfortably and Gaara found himself doing a familiar set of hand signs, his hand brushing against her temple just as her eyes opened sleepily. He backed away, hiding once more in the shadows of her room, hoping she didn't see him.
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She opened her eyes to the soft darkness of her room, turning she stared curiously up at the brown ceiling, lifting herself from the large bed she saw that she wasn't in her room, she was in a much larger one with hardly anything personal in it for the exception of lots of pictures that decorated the walls. She wasn't alarmed, for some reason she felt rather safe. She stood from the bed, letting silken sheets slide off her as she turned to face the large window beside the bed.
Outside the window showed an unfamiliar sight, rounded roofs of distant buildings she's never seen and a high wall beyond them and an unfamiliar night sky beyond that. Yet it was her reflection that she stared at, it wasn't the same reflection she was used to seeing. Her reflection was older, seeming to be taller and not as pale as she was used to seeing and she feel something soft and ticklish brush at the top of waist, she ducked her head and found that it was just her long hair, hair she didn't know could be so long. She giggled softly as she felt a pair of arms wrap around her from behind, they were strong and familiar, yet she couldn't see the man holding her nor see the face that rested on her shoulder.
"..." he murmured in her ear, making her giggle as he pulled her back from the glass, towards the bed and silken sheets.
"Play with me" She whispered, turning her face enough to press a kiss to his crimson temple, "Play with me..." she gasped as she felt his hand dip between her thighs, his other tightened around her mid section, pinning her arms in place and keeping her standing as he abided her request.
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He had been surprised when he realized that she wasn't wearing anything beneath the covers of her sheets but that didn't seem to stop her from rising a second time, looking out her window in curiosity and affection. He had stepped forward and told her to go back to bed but she smiled and murmured those words to him, he didn't understand but his body did.
Gaara panted against her neck, his arm tightening against her where he held her arms down while his other slid between her thighs, flirting with her folds. Yes the familiar jutsu he cast upon her was one of the only two Genjutsu's he knew of, this one that she was under made her think she was in a dream, she was attuned to him, more exceptive and affectionate, seeing him as someone truly precious to her; that was what made the genjutsu so effective, in this state she would do anything he asked of her.
She arched into him, pressing her bare chest against his arm that she clutched to, her legs widening slightly to give him more room and her head dipping back to rest on his shoulder with a sleepy smile. He had thought about just leaving her, he knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn't make his body do what he wanted anymore—it was under the influence of the moon, her murmurs and the thing in his body prompting him to obey her wishes.
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She couldn't help the giggle that escaped her lips, she could feel his lower member press against her back so she arched into him teasingly; she moaned as he bit her shoulder in punishment, he didn't like being teased.
"Please" She whispered to him, her fingers reaching behind her in search of his belt buckle, "Please..."
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He fell back words, his sand cushioning his fall as the pinkette followed him, looking up at him with sleepy-unseeing green eyes. Her hand ghosted across the bulge of his pants, a smile on her sleepy features as she leaned in close, her lips seeking his. He had told her to go to bed, not sleep with him, what was he supposed to do with her sitting in his lap and her hands traveling to places they shouldn't be traveling? He clasp hold of her wrists, pulling them away from his pants but she ducked forward and pressed her lips to his, shocking him enough to loosen his hold on her.
"Please" she whispered, pushing against him as she lifted a leg to wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to herself, "please..." if things didn't stop or change then he was going to end up doing something really stupid and she would most certainly remember it in the morning. Struggling to control his breath he formed another set of familiar hand signs, these ones coming much more naturally to him then the previous set, she giggled and ducked under his moving hands, pressing her lips to his again. Gulping he pressed his hands to her sides, making her gasp into his mouth and push him further back into his pile of sand.
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She smiled as he pushed her away slightly, twisting her to lay with her back against the smooth sheets of the bed, lifting her legs to wrap around his bare chest as he pushed his own pants down. His lips trailed down her jaw, her throat, settled on her breasts... trailed down her stomach, she whined and clasped his chin with her hand pulling him up to lock lips with him. He grumbled and pulled the sheets over them, shifting to get a better angle on her, he slowly pressed his member to her, careful not to hurt her.
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He gritted his teeth, hands tightening on her hips, she was tighter then he was expecting, but it seemed like the second genjutsu worked. He ran his hand down her right leg, flitting to the inside towards her center, her hand followed him on her left, searching for the hand she thought was there. He thought it was curious when he fought against his assassins, performing the small genjutsu on them, making them think their right arm was crushed when it was their left. That was the point of the strange illusion, everything they felt happened on the opposite side that it actually happened on. So logically if he did something to her back she'd think it was to her front, so far he hadn't gotten any complaints from her.
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She panted as he moved above her, pressing hesitantly and driving her nuts as a result, "Harder" she murmured, arching towards him "harder."
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She clenched around him, her soft murmurings prompting him to stop sitting where he was pressed against her. Gritting his teeth and running his hand up her front, until it rested at the base of her neck, taking a deep breath and adjusting his hold with his other hand; he pushed himself into her completely and covered her mouth before she could make any noise.
Yes, if she was getting her way then it would hurt her and he would have to wait for her to get used to the feel of him in her, but this way she was getting what she wanted, he was abiding her soft whispers and they were both feeling the pain of the experience. He stopped and pressed his forehead against her shoulder blades, waiting for her to loosen around him so he could move and get it over with; this wasn't what he came here for...
But now, he couldn't remember why he came to her, what was he so curious about?
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It hurt, a hole lot more then she was expecting, but his lips were on hers, smothering her startled scream. She wanted him to keep moving she pulled her legs up and over, pressing them against his back and drew him further in but he wasn't moving. Panting as he finally let go of her mouth, she blinked blurry up at him, a smile twisting her features as she realized that he was waiting for her to do something.
"I'm ready," she murmured, laying her head back and curling her fingers into his short red locks, "again..."
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He panted against her, waiting for her to loosen her hold on him; he didn't like having to sit on his knees with her in his lap with her own hands pressed into the sand covered floor, keeping her from making any scratches. She took deep steady breathes, calming herself as she stretched out in front of him, pressing further against him as she stretched her fingers out towards the wall between her desk and bed, forehead brushing against the sand. He moved slightly, drawing back just enough to extract himself from her; she whimpered and backed up, searching for his member again. He sighed and straightened her on her knees, rising to his own, he readying himself, taking in deep breathes before he forced her back onto himself earning a gasp and siring pain as she tightened around him again.
"Damn it girl," Gaara grumbled, reaching forward and wrapping an arm around her chest, bring her back flush with his chest. She gasped she was forced to rise against him, his member still in her as he sat back, pulling her back with him and spreading her legs widely, settling her right foot atop her bed and pushing her left knee cap against the floor towards the wall.
"Loosen up" Gaara ordered, one glowing hand reached between her thighs, "I'll punish you if you don't." He wasn't expecting her to chuckle at him, a smirk playing on her lips as she turned to him, sleepy emerald sparkling at him challengingly. He hissed as she flexed her mussels around him, glaring at her, he swept his glowing palm forward and let his fingers enter her folds, quickly slamming his other hand against her mouth when he thought she was going to shout. He didn't let his fingers go to deeply, he let his chakra flow in instead, making her whimper softly, her hip rolling to meet his hand and loosen up on his member from behind.
He sighed in relief; his fingers straightening to be more relaxed inside of her, his chakra explored her inside, brushing against her barrier and making her tense again. He chuckled and kissed her neck, his fingers going further in until her folds brushed at his knuckles, she was tense, her body reflexively flexing around his member in pain and his fingers warningly.
"I warned you" he murmured, his other hand brushing against her back, knowing that in her mind it would be her breast that he was teasing. His chakra fluttered against her barrier, making her whimper and tighten on him, he panted as he closed his eyes in concentration. He didn't want to break it, he had to make sure that she wouldn't remember this in the morning and doing something like that would definitely make her remember. So he made the flap of skin just a little more tender, not easily broken but not rock hard either, he pulled out his hand and felt her relax against him, her head lolling against his shoulder. His remaining chakra would guard her, if she gave it to anyone else it would be uncomfortable and painful—for both parties—but she wasn't the type to just anyone get so close to her. He pushed her knees together and pushed her up enough to be sitting on them, he turned her and let her upper body flop against her bed but she didn't let go of him like he was expecting.
"Please" she murmured, glancing back at him with teary eyes, "Finish" she begged, rubbing against him meaningfully, "finish... please..." it was tempting to just leave her there, it was already pressing at eleven thirty, but she pushed again, as if she intended to push him back until she sat him again.
"No" he said firmly, clasping her hips and glaring at her, understanding what she meant in that moment.
"P-please?" she asked, panting as she tried to press against him again, "please?"
"That's not how the game works," he whispered into her ear, letting one hand sweep forward to fondle her chest, "I run the show," he smirked as he forced himself back into her, earning a surprised gasp. He moved against her repeatedly after that, losing himself in the action of pumping against her and earning her gasps when he went to fast or when he went to hard and made her body thump against the frame of her bed harshly or her head against the sandy wall (he didn't need her parents coming in to see what was going on). Several times throughout the night, he had to cover her mouth, keeping her from crying out or giving that startled shout she made when he caught her off guard. When he looked at the clock again, it was early morning and his sensei would be awake soon, the thought made him stiffen, making her gasp at his suddenly tight hold.
"Wh-wha—" Gaara stopped her stammering by locking lips with her, he picked her up and gently laid her belly down in her bed.
"Until next time," he whispered against her lips, giving one last push before he knocked her out.
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Okay so not only is this really embarrassing for me but it's also my first 'M' rated story... well technically it's my second but this one... this one was detailed...
Yeah I wasn't sure if I should have posted it, please tell me if it was okay, if it's too OOC... I don't know what I'd do then, I pretty much figured that it was really OOC
I was actually hoping it'd end up being a simple One shot but it didn't work out that way...
Please review my confidence with this one is... is actually pretty low... like in the negatives...
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