I'm so sorry it took this long. I had completely forgot to post the last chapter.

I strode purposely down the corridors, important documents regarding Konoha in hand and I was about to open the door to Gaara's office when I heard the most annoying voice calling me.

"Chief Advisor, Chief Advisor!"

I rolled my eyes and spun around, light on my feet, and saw Matsuri running towards me. Matsuri came to a halt in front of me, panting as she leant forward, arms on her knees and trying to catch her breath before she took repeated, polite bows.

"Hi, Chief Advisor! Is the Lord Kazekage in his office? I have a dire need to speak with him."

I rolled my eyes at the pitiful sight, Matsuri. The very name made my blood boil and strike hatred in my heart. How I wish I could illustrate my superiority with the lecherous blood of Matsuri dripping from the tip of my blade and her limp lifeless body pushed into a ditch.

The bright spark had never noticed her shameless actions or my hostility towards her till now.

"I'm sorry, but I cannot allow you in without an appointment and the Lord Kazekage is very busy at the moment, so I suggest you leave me with your message and will rely it to him if I deem it important enough or appropriate." Smiling with sweet fakeness, my tone was dismissive and dripped poison at the last word.

"Excuse me, but..."

"You heard me, you annoying bitch-face. Stop wasting time and oxygen and crawl back to a little place called reality and get a fucking life. Now do you have something to say that is worth the Lord Kazekage's time, or do I have to drag your fucking pathetic, weak ass out of the building and throw you on the fucking street? Please choose the latter because I'm going to fucking enjoy pulverising your disgusting lovesick, teenage schoolgirl face."

My body was tense, cheeks flushed, eyes narrowed into feline shaped slits, fists balled. I could feel that the pressure building from my chakra was dark and great. I was just about ready to rip the next thing that moved into shreds.

Matsuri stood like a vegetable, paralysed in shock and fear. Her face was green and her jaw slack as I smirked dangerously. She cautiously backed away slowly before she turned tail and made a dash for the exit, not bothering to check if I was on her tail.

I stood alone for a few minutes after Matsuri's hastily departure, trying to calm myself down and willing myself not to hunt her down and make her dig her own grave before I ripped her guts out.

I guess years of silent tolerance and pent-up anger is not so good, but I felt great.

I smoothed out my clothes before walking into Gaara's office. As I expected my words to Matsuri were true, Gaara was indeed deep in concentration buried in a pile of paperwork. For a spilt second Gaara looked up at me and the corner of his lips lifted into an ever so slight smile, but as soon as I blinked, it was gone and it made me wonder if it was just my imagination, or if Gaara had heard the entire shameful little temper tantrum. Matsuri may have deserved it, but it was unprofessional and the situation could have been handled much better. I would never admit it out loud but for some reason I might have been a little jealous of Matsuri being close to Gaara, even though I was around him almost all the time.

I approached Gaara at his desk, finally ready to discuss the diplomacy of their ally Konoha after my internal battle. I had started talking to him and I reached over him, not realising my mistake of leaning too close to him till it was too late. I had intended to innocently point out some minute detail about something that doesn't seem so important now. It was has if time had slowed down and a shyness I never knew I had rushed over me and I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear as the result of nervousness. My breasts had aligned with Gaara's gaze. I sensed that he hadn't moved so neither did I; I was too paralysed by my thoughtless actions and my hand absently searched for the document I had originally planned to get, attempting to cover up pretty much everything. My hand found what I was looking for and I cleared my voice and began giving my expert political advice.

Gaara acted as though nothing had happen the entire time and when I was done I hastily departed from Gaara's side to find solace at the other side of the room. I went to put the folder I was holding back on the shelf but realised it needed to go on the very top shelf. Climbing to the top of the ladder, I pushed myself off, gliding to where I needed to be as graceful as I could muster in my current condition. The shelfs weren't made for a girl my height and I was forced to stand on my toes, extending my arm so that I could scarcely slip the folder back in its rightful place, my skirt riding up just enough to see a decent amount of my toned thighs.

Unknown to me at the time, Gaara's gaze had followed me the entire time and there was a very slight blush on his cheeks when he saw my newly exposed skin.

Unexpectedly I stumbled embarrassingly, my hand shooting out to steady myself with my chakra but missed as the ladder suddenly jolted backwards. The ladder fell and me with it, I panicked and gave a small scream. Screaming was not my thing, but I squeezed my eyes shut and awaited my collision with the ground, but it never came. I felt enclosed in warmth, my head rested against something firm and comfortable. When I opened my eyes I realised that I was in the arms of Gaara. He had caught me bridal style.

"You need to be more careful, Seresuto."

"Ok…" I said breathlessly, and mentally scolded herself for not saying something more intelligent and appearing so weak in front of him.

I closed my eyes, feeling safe in his strong arms and inhaling his intoxicating scent which made me crave him. If anyone else had held me like this or had come this close to me, I would have punched them through the walls with enough force to rival Lady Tsunade. Suddenly reality hit me and I realised how much time had ticked by. The truth is I didn't want him ever let me go but I don't want to give into my emotions so easily. It was a basic ninja rule that was drilled into me from a very early age.

"Umm, Gaara... you can put me down now." My voice was croaky as though I had just woken up and my tone was tinged with regret that hopefully wouldn't have been detected.

"Sorry…. I….forgot." His voice barely a whisper, his hands shifted so that he had a greater grip on my waist and my feet gently touched the ground as though he thought I was made out of glass.

I felt the sound of sand crunch beneath my shoes which I found unusual but I was too distracted by Gaara's proximity to delve any deeper. We were standing in front of each other, our bodies only millimetres apart.

"Don't worry about it." I finally managed to make myself sound calm which opposed my thumping heart that pounded loudly against my chest.

I froze when he cupped my chin and stared into my eyes, he looked as if he was having some sort of internal struggle.

"I need you." He said huskily.

"I…uhh..umm…" I blushed a red that would have made a tomato jealous at Gaara's forwardness. I didn't know how to respond; I couldn't tell if he was making a request, a statement or if he had meant something else entirely and that I was over-reacting. Maybe Temari was right; maybe I was in denial.

"I need you." He repeated himself, one arm still around my waist the other lifted my chin and his pupils were dilated so that his green irises were barely recognisable. My voice still hitched in my throat at the unlikelihood of this scenario, my eyes casted down to study his lips, they looked so soft and I wondered what they would taste like. And parallel to the pulling force of a magnet our lips meshed together, I don't think either of us knew who initiated it and neither of us care.

He was clumsy, awkward and inexperienced and a little nervous because of it but I went slow with him so as not to overwhelm him and schooled him to copy the way I moved my lips. The kiss was sweet and to me; he tasted like heaven, it was the only word I could think of in the heat of the moment. All I could think about was him and I'm sure he felt likewise. My fingers reached up to where he was cupping my chin and I gently took his hand, moving it to my waist where his other hand was. I then snaked my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Things escalated quickly from there. As Gaara's skills improved the kiss grew more heated, passionate and lustful as we craved more of each other. I found my blazer too constrictive for my liking and shrugged it off with the help of Gaara.

My fingers ran through and played with the ends of his hair as he tugged my shirt from my skirt, slipped his hands beneath and onto my bare waist. I shivered in delight at his hot hands on my cool bare skin, knowing he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

I unwillingly broke the kiss, wheezing for oxygen, and looked up to see that Gaara was in the same position.

"You have a nice sweet scent. Cherry blossoms…" He inhaled and exhaled hotly near my neck and I replied by smiling seductively.

I tilted my head to the side, provoking Gaara with the sight of my bare neck. He planted a chaste kiss at the base and a small sigh of pleasure escaped my lips.

His hand reached up and pulled the tie that bound my hair. My golden brown locks fell elegantly around my shoulders and framed my petite face. He hadn't seen me with my hair down in years but the length was much longer now and he could not pull himself away to gaze at everything other than me.

Our lips met again, the second kiss more feverous and lustful than the last. Gaara's rigid and conservative manner had already seeped away and every second we exchanged hot, passionate kisses. He grew more bold and daring with his actions. In need for more passion he slipped his hot, wet tongue past my parted lips, ventured into my mouth and massaged my tongue with his own. I had no desire to fight for dominance; I was hypnotised by this side of him. It was completely sexy and turned me on.

Gaara was so sexually frustrated that he forgot about his awkwardness and let his male instincts take over. He desire and horniness was obvious and in one swift motion, Gaara swiped his arm across the desk, shoving the stacks of paperwork to the floor. I stood immobilised whilst Gaara lifted me up by the waist and sat me on the cleared surface. He caressed the soft skin of my inner thighs and teased the hem-line of my pencil skirt before he pushed my skirt up so high that it gathered around my hips, all the while bringing himself closer to me so that my long legs straddled him on either side. I moaned quietly as I felt his clothed hardened erection probe me.

Hesitation laced my voice. "What about the documents?"

"Leave them." There was something dark in his voice. It was dominant and completely alluring, and those lovely turquoise orbs staring into my own light green, hazel ones were full of lust.

I inched closer to him and I felt his hands travel up my stomach and lingered over the curve of my breasts, then back down to where he gripped the hem of my blouse and pulled it over my head and threw it somewhere on the floor. A cold breeze hit my bare skin and I shivered. Gaara's cloudy eyes were filled with lust and were fixated on my body which was toned to perfection thanks to years of training. I pressed my body back against Gaara's to keep myself warm but that made him focus on my breasts. Gaara's hands crept up my back and fiddled with the clasp of my bra, struggling to take it off. Eventually he got so frustrated that he growled and ripped it open, effectively breaking my favourite red lace bra.

I held my bra in-place with one arm and began to protest, "Gaara...!"

"I'll buy you a new one." He stated, his eyes never leaving mine.

The intensity and hunger of his gaze was so great that I thought he was mind-fucking me. I moaned at the idea, my nether region bloomed with arousal and Gaara slipped the straps of my bra off my shoulders whilst his slender fingers stroked my skin.

Gaara peeled by bra off and my hands instinctively went to cover them but he was faster and grabbed me by my wrists. His dark eyes locked onto mine momentarily before I glanced away. I felt a mixture of overwhelming shyness and vulnerability under Gaara's blatant stare. His thoughts have always been hard to read. Now was no different and the blush in my cheeks and my panting betrayed my usual calm composure.

Defeated, I didn't resist and he let go of my wrists, his thumbs ran across my sensitive nipples and rolled them between his fingers. I arched by back involuntary, craving more of his touch, eyes half-lidded. Gaara was acting based on my reaction and continued to tease me, sucking, nibbling and massaging my breasts as I moaned helplessly. When Gaara stopped I made quick work of the clothes on his upper body and revealed an unblemished torso, chiselled to perfection. I gaped at him and I pressed my body against his bare sculpted upper body, feeling his broad shoulders before my arms went back around his neck. Our bruised lips established contact yet again.

Gaara roughly grabbed me and my back made contact with hard wood, my waist-length hair fanned around me. His muscular form hovered tantalisingly close to my own, broad arms caged me in beneath him. Our lips never breaking contact, his touch, his scent, his taste was addictive, like my own personal drug. I entwined my finger into his silky fire-red locks and his hands travelled everywhere on my body. Gaara groaned softly and I pulled him as close as possible to my own form. Our bodies melded into one. Gaara seemed to approve has he responded with erotic intensity.

I kicked my shoes off and wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and my whole body leant against his strong frame, taking in his body heat hungrily. Breaking the kiss, I flipped him over, straddling him and I pecked his lips before I placed butterfly kisses along his jawline, making my way down his neck then collarbone and toned chest. He moaned shamelessly at my every touch. My nails lightly traced his muscular chest. "Don't think… just act, follow your primal instinct…" I whispered hotly, my lips almost touching his ear. I erotically ground into him and he gave a throaty growl before he pinned me roughly to the desk.

Gaara slipped my skirt down my hips and touched me through the layer of my damp flimsy panties, earning himself a long moan from me. His fingers hooked onto my panties; he slowly pulled them down my legs and I kicked them off before I took in a sharp breath when cool air hit my wet flower.

I lay naked beneath him, immobilised with need and desire. I rolled my hips, grinding against him, feeling the pleasurable friction. Wanting to feel more of him and I helped him pull down his pants and boxers in one go. His member was huge and I needed him to take me then and there.

"Please…" I begged and spread my legs wide.

He positioned his protruding tip at my weeping entrance and I clung to his neck, bracing myself for pain. Gaara impaled hard into me out of desire and I flinched, which wasn't unnoticed by Gaara.

"Are you alright?"

I caressed his cheek and nodded, schooling my facial features from pain as to keep Gaara from worrying.

Gaara grunted, my walls were already tight around his length and it was most likely painful for him to keep still but I knew he didn't want to hurt me.

"You can move now."

He pulled out slowly and re-entered. My pain was replaced by immense pleasure

"Gaara, faster!"

Gaara's sped up and began thrusting relentlessly into me. I arched my back and my nails dug into the skin of his back. His hands were on my hips, bringing me closer and angling me so that his long shaft delved deeper within me. I felt him hit my sweet spot repeatedly and I cried out in overwhelming pleasure.

"Ahhhh!"

I began having spasms when he started to pulsate inside me and my inner walls tightened even more around his thick length.

"SERESUTO!"

He came and white-hot seeds shot deep within me, causing an orgasm of my own.

"GAA-AH" I screamed.

We stayed together for a few minutes in a state of pure bliss, riding the ecstasy of our orgasm before he slowly pulled out and dismounted me and I instantly missed the feeling of him inside me. Gaara fell beside me, exhausted, and I crawled onto him, curling up in his chest and his arm snaked around my waist.

Neither of us moved, taking in the moment of peace, my head resting on his chest and his buried in the crook of my neck.

"Did you really think I wouldn't have noticed the sand under the ladder and make the connection?" Playfulness laced my words.

"I caught you, didn't I?"

I raised my eyebrows and began to protest about my impending safety but I was silenced.

"Shall I talk about Matsuri?"

"Never mention that name in my presence again." I stated hastily.

He chuckled ever so lightly and kissed the top of my head

"Promise to never leave my side."

"I won't as long as you don't. I want to stay with you more than anything."