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Chapter 7: Sabaku Family Dinner
I found that Gaara's sister, Temari, was not six years old when she answered the door.
"Oh!" She exclaimed as she saw me on her doorstep, I noticed the way her eyes looked me up and down judgmentally, but the smile that she gave me after the once-over didn't seem hostile, "You must be the person Gaara is expecting, unless Kankuro invited you over?"
The girl had sandy blond hair tied back in four short ponytails, thin black eyeliner on, and a simple form fitting pink top with tight blue jeans. She looked a little older than me, so I wondered if she was out of high school.
I nodded, "Gaara's friend, I'm Kagami." I went for neutrality, just because I wasn't sure if Gaara had said anything about me to his family, and I didn't want to say girlfriend. I was not his girlfriend.
She opened the door wide, motioning for me to come in, "I'm Temari, Gaara's older sister." She told me as I walked slowly into the house.
The door was right off the living room and I paused at the sight I saw. Kankuro, a boy I recognized from my chemistry class was sprawled out on the couch. He looked like an older, taller, brown haired version of Gaara. Although his nose was a touch wider, and he lacked the thick black eyeliner the red head never was without, there was striking resemblance between the two. My eyes went to the boy who was leaning against another sofa, his head lolled back, fast asleep. His thick black hair was tied up on top of his head in a ponytail, and I looked from him to Temari, the boy did not looked like he belonged in this family.
A small smile crossed her face, "That's Kankuro, my younger brother, and Shikamaru, my boyfriend."
I looked back at the sleeping boy against the couch, how can that be comfortable?
Kankuro twisted his head away from the television screen to look at me, "Hey, Kagami. I thought you were the person Gaara was expecting." He said to me. It was the first time I had ever heard him speak.
I smiled weakly at him, unable to make it bright at the thought of the nasty red head. Where was he?
The brown haired boy frowned, "Did he force you to come here?" He asked me.
Before I could answer, said red head walked into the room, his light blue eyes immediately latching on to me. He smiled, that sexy smile, and my heart sped, betraying my mind that didn't want him to come any closer. I stood, frozen as Gaara approached me from across the living area.
"I see you made it." He glanced at a clock on the wall, "Quite quickly too." The smile widened as he stopped in front of me, "Wanted to see me that badly?" He asked in a low voice.
His hand wrapped around the nape of my neck and he pressed his lips to mine briefly, before drawing back and grabbing the overnight bag from my hands, a smug smile now in place. "Follow me." Gaara ordered.
"Where are you're parents? At work?" I asked, peering into the kitchen and dining room as we walked past them to the stairs that led upwards.
Gaara chuckled, "We don't live with our parents." He told me, mounting the stairs without facing me as he spoke.
My mind balked a little at his revelation. No parents? He can do whatever the hell he wants to me while I'm here! I though I would be marginally safe if his parents were around! I followed him up to the room he led me into.
He dropped my bag on the queen sized, unmade bed that occupied the far wall of the sizeable bedroom. This is his room. I saw the generally dark scheme of the bed spread, male clothing laying on the floor, and the masculine touch to the room. There wasn't much besides his bed, dresser, closet, bedside table, and one half empty bookshelf. What caught my eye, though, were the black drawings on his emerald green walls.
I stepped further into the room to study some of the thick black lines that decorated the room. There was a drawing of a stitched up teddy bear with black button eyes, a very detailed sketch of a large crowd of people dancing that took up a quarter of the wall across from the door, his tattoo enlarged above the bed, and various other random pictures. It was all black on green, and it had a very startling effect on my eyes. I turned to Gaara, who was watching me with those ice blue eyes.
"I didn't know you were an artist." I said dumbly.
He smirked, "You don't know a lot about me."
I rolled my eyes, sitting down on the bed next to my bag, "Now what?"
Gaara moved toward me, and then pushed me roughly onto my back, "Well, I don't have plans until later, so this will do for now."
His lips found mine and his body covered my body, pressing me into the soft mattress. He pinned my wrists with his hands, restricting my movement like usual. The difference, though, was that I was very aware of how close our bodies were, almost smashed up against each other. His chest pressed down on my breasts and his groin was nestled into mine. I could hardly even concentrate on his lips, just for the simple fact that I had never had a male body pressed so intimately against me. The heat in my stomach was overwhelming. I wanted to cry at the sensation of feeling his body on mine, it was so intense. There were no words to describe what I was feeling. I could fight Gaara at every turn, refuse to acknowledge anything between us, hate him, run from him, but once he caught me and used the connection in the chemicals in our bodies to his advantage, I could do nothing except surrender. It made some part of me hate him more and another part crave him more.
A knock sounded at the door, and Gaara made a frustrated noise low in his throat. He lifted his head from mine to say, "Go away!" and attacked my lips once more.
I gasped into his mouth at the suddenness of him kissing me again and his tongue slid in effortlessly, coating the inside of my mouth with his sweet taste.
"I need to know if you guys are eating dinner here!" Temari's voice came through the door loudly.
He tore his mouth from mine, saying 'yes' in an exasperated tone.
"Okay, thanks." The sound of her footsteps slowly retreated.
Gaara looked down at me, his blue eyes roaming over my face, as if he was trying to memorize it. The intensity of his gaze caused a blush to rise, heating my cheeks, "Stop staring at me." I whined quietly, uncomfortable under his silent eyes.
He smiled, closing the space between our faces, until I was almost going cross eyed trying to keep eye contact, "But I like looking at you." The rasp in his voice sped my pulse, my heart once again beating against my ribcage like a bird wanting its freedom, except I didn't know how to free it.
Those words were probably the only nice thing he had said to me. "You…like…looking at me?" I asked slowly, trying to speak around the pounding in my throat.
"Why wouldn't I? You're an attractive little girl." Gaara chuckled, and then captured my lips with his again, taking me far away from a place where I could rationally think about why he was actually treating me nicely.
Somehow, we ended up all the way on the bed and under the covers that were saturated with his warm, spicy male scent. We both lay on our sides, facing each other, one of his hands holding both my wrists so my arms were behind my back. I wanted to touch him so badly, but for some reason I wasn't allowed to. The red head lay a soft kiss on my lips, and then trailed his lips down my jaw line to my throat, where he played hell with my sensitivity, making me gasp for breath and cry out. His lips traveled lower, and I could see the top of his red head now, the softness of his crimson locks brushing against my lips as he kissed my collarbone.
"Gaara--" I gasped out in a choked voice, a little fear now speeding my heart as his lips moved even lower. The part of my mind that was still barely functioning was cursing my decision this morning to wear a low cut shirt that showed a slight bit of cleavage, because that was where Gaara was headed right now.
I couldn't stop him and the kiss he laid on the very upper part of my breast made me sigh, the fear leaving. His head came up at the sound escaping from my lips, and his heavy lidded eyes looked down at me. He is really sexy when he's like this. My thoughts were even betraying me! I closed my eyes, unable to look at him when he was tempting me so much.
"Open your eyes, little girl." His voice held the edge of a taunt to it, and I hesitantly obeyed, staring up at him helplessly. I was under his spell.
"Want to watch television?"
I blinked at him stupidly for a moment, then the change in topic registered in my mind and I nodded slowly, unsure if I could speak looking into those hooded eyes. He looked as if he wasn't finished with me, but he was offering to do something else; anything else that would keep me from becoming addicted to him. Every time he touched me, kissed me, took control of me, I was becoming more and more lost in him. Please don't let this be permanent. I was beginning to not abhor his attentions so much. If he was going to keep being nice to me, or semi nice, as he had started doing today, I was even more screwed than before. I wondered just exactly the red head had planned. Not just for tonight, but this whole game he was playing with me. Fear crept into me slowly; fear that my emotions would begin to become involved. He's not going to keep being nice to you, so that won't be a problem.
The red head slowly moved away from me, and pulled me up into a sitting position next to him. I saw that he had a TV on the wall at the foot of the bed. We were going to watch television in the comfort and warmth of the furniture he slept on every night. He grabbed a remote from a desk that hosted a lamp next to his bedside and turned the TV on, pulling me into his lap quickly.
"What the hell?" I turned to glare at him, and he just smirked, and motioned toward the TV with the remote in his hand.
"What do you want to watch?" He asked me, smirk still in place and his free hand wrapped around my waist and held my wrists together in front of my stomach.
I squirmed a little, slightly uncomfortable as I faced the TV and answered, "I don't care."
He chuckled, shifting me in his lap and pulling me tighter against him, the red head was warm for being such a cold bastard. I leaned back into him, grumpily, as he went to the guide channel and surfed through the selections. He settled on a rerun episode of House, and I promptly prepared to fall asleep. I could not stay awake through a whole episode; it was usually too complicated for me to figure out and I didn't know the characters very well. I was missing my after school nap anyways; I'd catch it during the show.
I felt Gaara's lips brush against my neck, "Gaara, I thought we were going to watch TV." I said with a slight whine, not really wanting him kissing my neck while he was watching a show where they were about to do invasive surgery on someone.
He chuckled against my skin and the vibrations that ran down my neck made me shiver, "I have no interest in the television. I just wanted you in my lap." He told me, his voice low, with that hint of darkness.
"You didn't have to turn on the TV to get me in your lap." I grumbled, trying to escape from his grasp.
The red head's grip on me tightened, cutting off the movement in my upper body. I tried to use my legs to scoot off of his lap, and he made a quiet noise in his throat that froze me. Another chuckle escaped him, "Moving around like that isn't going to get you free. It's just going to make me want to trap you more."
"Gaara!" I blushed at the implication behind his words, very carefully not moving in his lap as I leaned back against him again.
He nuzzled my neck with his lips and dropped the remote on the bedspread, wrapping his arm around my waist to drag me tightly up against him. A small sound escaped me as he touched his tongue to my skin, but another wave of heat rose in my cheeks as I realized just exactly where my butt was nestled. This was a little too intimate for my tastes.
I craned my neck around so he couldn't reach it and I could see the red head's face, "Can I please just sit next to you?"
Those ice colored eyes had that hooded look to them, and that sexy smile curved his lips, making my insides feel like jelly. "You're cheating." I muttered half heartedly as he pressed his red lips to mine, "I'm tired." The last barely came out in a mumble.
My brain was starting to get a little bit foggy. I wasn't lying about my afternoon nap. I usually stayed up until two or three in the morning, and made up for it in the afternoon with one or two hour nap.
His tongue slid inside my mouth and I couldn't resist him, the stupor of sleep was ruining my reaction time. The kiss was gentle and soft, completely unfamiliar to me. I twisted in his lap as far as his hands restricting mine would allow and leaned into the kiss, returning the gentleness of it eagerly. The fog wasn't oppressing me now, so I could enjoy the pleasant moment.
Gaara drew back slowly, and I couldn't force my eyes open to look at him, "You're tired, little girl." He let me go and got off the bed, "Go to sleep. I'll wake you when dinner is ready." My mind tried to tell me that his words were gentle, but my put off nap was closing in quickly. I felt blankets being pulled over me and then I was lost to darkness.
"Get up little girl." The warmth surrounding me was suddenly absent, and my eyes shot open, then narrowed to a glare as the red head standing by the bedside, blankets in hand.
"Gimme." I reached out to grab the covers, and he moved them out of my range, smirking. I growled, shivering in the absence of heat.
"It's dinner time. Temari made pasta." He told me, dropping the blankets on the floor. Gaara grabbed my hand and pulled me roughly from his bed.
I stumbled against him, barely able to keep my feet under me as I was suddenly yanked to my feet. "Asshole." I muttered, not looking into his eyes.
The red head's lips met mine briefly, and then he ran his hand over my hair, "Come." He then proceeded to drag me downstairs to the table in the dining room.
I was having a hard time concentrating, and simply laid my head down on the table once Gaara shoved me in a chair to keep it from spinning.
"You sleep a lot too, huh?" A male voice I didn't recognize reached my ears.
I looked up to see Temari's boyfriend, Shikamaru looking at me, he was awake, and not drooling.
"Just napping." I mumbled, my eyes still trying to close on me. There hadn't been enough time between Gaara waking me up and dragging me into the dining room.
Temari came to the table with the last of the dishes and Kankuro sat down. Gaara finally took a seat next to me, moving from where he had been leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.
Dinner was quite quiet, but I had a question that I had to have answered, and I didn't want to ask Gaara. Even though I wouldn't admit it was because I was still afraid of him, even with all the nice business he was pulling.
I looked at the sandy haired girl sitting at the head of the table to my left, "So why don't you guys live with your parents?"
The sound of silverware hitting ceramic plates ceased immediately and I watched everyone's eyes move to Gaara. I looked at him in turn, also. Obviously I was going to have to get my answer from him anyways.
His light eyes hardened as mine met them, and his answer came out in an equally stiff voice, "We don't feel like it."
The cryptic answer did not answer my question in any way, but I was not going to press him, not with that look in his eyes. It was when he looked at me like that that I was most scared of the red head. Needless to say, dinner passed quite quietly after that. Even when I tried to make eye contact with any of the other three at the table, they all avoided it, even the lazy one, Shikamaru. I sighed, turning my attention back to my food. So Gaara had a little secret he didn't want me to know. Somehow I felt that it was something important.
Author's Notes: The next chapter is very fun to write, I hope that this was wasn't too anticlimactic, need some plot lines in here and there so there's actually a story…^.^