Title: Supervixen
Author: Rot_chan
Couple: GaaNaru
Prompts: split, beautiful, makeup
Rating: High T for sexuality and cross-dressing
Word Count: 437
A/N: review? They lift my mood tremendously. I wrote this after being inspired by Saki-chan (cross-dressing Sasuke)
and Naruto fanfictions. Hope you enjoy. No hate for the BL. Title is from the song called "Supervixen" by Garbage.
The battlefield was Naruto's.
Naruto's skin glistened in the mid-morning sun. Gaara would take every chance he could to move closer during their spar to see the blonde's cornflower blue eyes and long pale lashes; he would to pin him down to feel wiry, strong muscles beneath his palms, to see his feminine hip bones peek over his pants.
The vanity was Naruko's.
It was filled with case after case of lipstick, creamy eye shadows, eyeliner in ten different colors. Gaara would watch Naruko toss her beautiful blonde hair over her shoulder and glide a bright crimson gloss across her lips, unconsciously licking his own.
In the bedroom, he was her.
The gauzy material of the white and orange dress swished in the silence, the room filled with anticipation and desire. The heels clacked against the hardwood, daggers piercing the bedroom floor, as she moved her hips dangerously, seductively.
She caressed Gaara's cheek with a gloved hand, licking her lips when he shivered. Naruko smiled, showing white teeth and too-sharp incisors as he – she pushed him against the wall and sucked him hard, then begged to be touched as Gaara's hands glided dangerously close to her panty line. Their breaths intermingled, filling the gap between them; she slowly ghosted her lips against his cheek, then traced his lips with her tongue, giving an impatient moan.
Gaara's hand stopped there. He tried to memorize this perfection: her corset half-tied, her dark blush against tan skin and scars, her wig askew – no, it was her hair, long and silky – as she crossed her legs from a heat between them.
But he dipped his hand inside the silk and this image was lost.
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Naruko was gone. Naruto now laid on his chest, the dress thrown over the lampshade, the hum of the radiator making him drift off to sleep, his lipstick smudged.
Gaara smiled, quietly. He didn't have to decide. The line is always better blurred.
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