Gaara's black nails tucked a strand of bloody red hair behind Kichigai's heavily pierced ear, smirking at her innocent, child-like gaze.

'You think she's red now?'Gaara heard the voice- he always heard it- followed by dark chuckling. 'You just wait...'

Gaara's hand slipped ever so slowly to Kichigai's thigh, lifting the pale leg up enough so that her inner thigh rubbed against his erect member, barely felt beneath his clothes. Kichigai emitted a small gasp from her lips, eyes closed shut. She knew what they were going to do, and she knew it was going to hurt. At times like this, it would usually hurt. Gaara smirked darkly at the sound of her so called "pleasure", while his free hand found way to her other leg and wrapped around his waist. Holding her up with one hand, he undid his pants and let them drop to his ankles, kicking them off without so much as a struggle. He then discarded his shirt as well, making Kichigai's face turn several shades of red as he pressed up to the thin fabric of her panties, Feeling opposing fabric getting wetter by the second, Gaara got impatient with himself quickly, silently cursing. He remembered what happened last time- the first time.

The scent of blood lingered in the air above them; sweat made their crimson hair stick to their necks and foreheads. Legs intertwined, Gaara muttered Kichigai's name in a shuddering breath, looking at her. Kichigai opened her mouth to say something, but clenched her teeth in pain as she tried to shift her body slightly to look up at him- the pain in her lower body and sensitivity in her abdomen was too much for her to utter even a single word.

"Kichigai, we should get you to a doctor-" Gaara started to state seriously.

"And tell them what Gaara-sama? An orphaned little twelve-year old had her first time?" She groaned out hurriedly.

"You're in pain-"

"There are painkillers in my beside table, those'll be fine."

Gaara sighed, gaining control once more, noticing that, at that moment, her head was on his shoulder and she was trembling.

"Be gentle this time okay?" Kichigai muttered shakily, gripping onto his bare back, frightened, scared, to be hurt again.

Gaara lied Kichigai on the bed, looking her over. Still in the lingerie, her hands were folded over chest closely, her eyes closed, anticipating almost. He picked her up, feeling her unconsciously react to it. She kept her eyes closed until she heard running water. Opening her eyes, Kichigai saw Gaara set her down next to the in-ground bathtub. He undressed her and sat her in, taking the magnolia bubble bath and running it under the faucet.

Kichigai looked up at him, eyes half-lidded. She was slightly confused at first, wondering why she was she wasn't hurting.

"Gaara-sama? I thought you were going to- I don't understand..."

He put a finger to her lips gently. "You need to rest...It's only been four days Kichigai."

"I'll do whatever you want me to do Gaara-sama."

"Then I want you to rest."

"...Darn." Kichigai muttered.

The feral look in his eyes were not as fierce as it was once before, but he smiled at her genuinely, seeing her return the smile towards him, her eyes closing back. His hand rested on the top of her head then down to her check slowly. Gaara reached over and turned the water off, the fragrant smell of magnolias filling the steamy room as his fingers became intertwined with her hair, laced through, then detached from the locks, repeating. Kichigai relaxed as he repeated his methods, leaning ack against the padded ledge of the tub. The soft flowers floated through the water as both crimson-heads stayed silent through Kichigai's treatment.

Non-stop, she had been taking pain-killers to numb the pain for the past four days. Her abdomen was more sensitive than ever, so Gaara couldn't hug her tightly and had to be careful when he held her. Kichigai let out a contented sigh, feeling herself afloat in the water.

"How are you feeling Omae?"

"I'm okay..." She muttered slightly, feeling Gaara lean down and capture her lips in his with a soft kiss.

He took a bottle of mango-raspberry shampoo, pouring some in his hand and massaging it through her scalp, working it all through the long crimson locks. He smiled- Gaara loved treating his love this way.

"Gaara-sama, why are you spoiling me like this?" Kichigai pouted slightly.

"Well...it's because I love you, Omae."

"...Gaara-sama..." Kichigai started.

"Ah. No protesting." Gaara gave a soft smile.