Gaara groaned as her fingers stroked him, his hands tightening on the arms of his chair until the wood groaned from the pressure. She leaned back, the smooth skin of her back pressing against his chest as his sand lifted her from his lap to remove her shorts. She lowered herself onto him and they both gasped as he filled her, stretching her until he could go no further. They took a moment to savor the feeling before he slid his forearms beneath her thighs to lift her higher. He kept a slow pace, ignoring her pleas for him to move faster. Her head flopped back onto his shoulder, pink hair spilling down his arm. She gasped, whimpering at a particularly hard thrust and he bit the side of her neck to stifle his own sounds of pleasure.
A knock sounded at the door and they both sat up straight. The knob started to turn and Sakura scooted the chair closer to the desk just as the door opened, revealing a completely normal scene to his brother. He raised an eyebrow at Sakura's position on his lap but simply picked up the stack of approved ANBU mission requests from a box near the door. "Temari said to remind you that you've got a meeting in twenty with the council and to not be late," Kankuro stated. Gaara nodded, not trusting his voice now that Sakura was flexing around him, working hard to keep his face impassive. "You're invited to lunch today with Temari and some friends if you want, Sakura." She inclined her head and smiled.
"Thanks," she said. Her voice was clear and steady. Gaara let his head rest against the back of his chair, staring at the ceiling and clenching his teeth as she flexed around him again. Just as Kankuro was stepping out a council member stepped in. Even Sakura seemed a bit panicked now.
"Kazekage-sama-"
"Council meeting. Twenty minutes. I know," he gritted out, making sure his voice held a current of steal that would have everyone avoiding his office for the rest of the day. The little man paled and backed out of the room, bowing low. He was quick to close the door. Both he and Sakura sagged with relief. "Every time," he muttered. "Every damn time." Sakura chuckled weakly. "If it's not Kankuro it's Temari, and if it's not them it's foreign dignitaries or council members. Is there some sign that lights up outside my door every time we-"
"Maybe," she said, tightening around him again, cutting him off. "So let's make the most of the time we have before-" A knock sounded on the door.