Ok first off I'm really fuckin pissed because I've been sitting here typing out this nice long author's note, putting a lot of thought and effort into it and then when I try to save the damn thing, it says I have to log in so now I gotta do this whole freaking thing all over again. Here goes.
Sorry it took so long to update but school and I was feeling kinda out of it so yeah. Sorry. But hey, here's a free consolation prize. 8===D picture of a penis. Sorry I'm immature like that.
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Bon apetite.
Chapter Eight
"Ga-Gaara?"
Hinata's fuzzy brain sluggishly grasped the situation, including the danger she was in. Gaara's hands were wrapped around her neck while she lay there, drugged and helpless.
Within seconds she had bolted upright, now fully awake as she tried to scramble backwards and away from the redheaded murderer in front of her. His long fingers tightened against her throat, effectively holding her in place.
"S-so, w-w-what a-are you d-doing in h-h-h…" Hinata trailed off, so choked with fear-and his bruising grip- that her voice failed her. The poor girl was merely trying to distract him long enough for Raku to take control and handle the situation. However, the meek girl's counterpart was still sedated by the lingering wisps of Valium drifting through her system.
Panic overrode, and the violet-haired girl's pulse quickened to a thundering gallop as her more violent instincts-compliments of nearly a lifetime with an aggressive heart sister living inside of her.
Her arm snapped up quickly, and Gaara released her throat in order to block her strike with his forearm. While he was distracted Hinata scrambled away from him, trying to put some distance between them so she could plan her escape.
However, this only seemed to enrage the boy, as he released a hideous snarl and threw himself onto her, pinning her to the bed.
Trapping her arms above her head with one hand, Gaara slowly reached down with the other, grasping her slender throat yet again.
"P-please let go," Hinata stated as calmly as possible, proud that she hadn't stuttered as profoundly as before. Her words only incensed him further, and his grip tightened.
Cold jade eyes stared down at her, seeming to revel in the growing discomfort. Milky eyes hazy with pain stared back, memorizing the captivation color of those two soulless orbs even as their owner slowly strangled her.
Without thinking, Hinata did the only thing she could come up with to stop the redhead from completely crushing her windpipe.
She kissed him.
The free hand that had been left unnoticed by Gaara is his murderous fervor reached up and clasped his red locks-she took a brief fraction of second to appreciate how they felt in her hand, like silky blood tracing through her fingers- then sharply yanked his head down, tilting her face as best she could so that their lips met in a somewhat awkward collision. (A/N: Holy shit epic long sentence. I'm impressed with myself.)
Although it was only meant to distract her attacker, the violet-haired girl had to admit that her tactics were far too pleasurable for her own good.
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Gaara ceased to exist at the exact moment the girl's fingers tangled in his hair. Her touch, given willingly, was enough to make his mind go blank. Tendrils of sensation stretched out from his scalp, swirling through his body.
Imagine his surprise when she took it a little further, giving his hair a sharp tug so that his head fell down.
Everything went in slow motion from there. Gaara could see her slightly repositioning her head so that their mouths would meet.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity, the startled redhead fell and his lips brushed against her full pink ones, effectively destroying any potential brain process he could have had. Of their own accord, his pale lids slid shut, effectively hiding his shell-shocked jade eyes from view.
Fireworks of sensation exploded inside Gaara's mind. He couldn't think, he could only feel. The soft lips that were pressed chastely against his, her fluttering heart in her throat beneath his palm.
The dazed redhead gasped against her lips, slowly moving them in tandem with her own shy motions. He trailed kisses along her cheek and jaw before coming back to once again move their mouths together.
Feelings were attacking the overwhelmed boy's mind. His head, hell his entire body, was pulsating with the feel of her lips.
He didn't even realize it, but the two of them were moaning as Hinata stroked his scalp. Gaara still held her captive, but God knew he was the real prisoner.
Urged on by some primal instinct he hadn't known he possessed, he nipped at her full lower lips before running his tongue along it to sooth the sting.
And then her flavor washed through his mouth. He nearly came with the heady taste; jasmine and vanilla and innocence. It was enough to send any man to their knees.
Mark her. Shukaku snarled over his shoulder. She's ours.
"Mine," Gaara murmered back in response, so far gone in her kiss that he didn't realize he'd spoken aloud. "She's mine." The girl beneath him let out a throaty hum of pleasure at his claiming of her.
That was when the full reality of the situation hit Gaara like a freight train. He threw himself off of the bed and stared down at where she lay, completely dazed, and not from drugs.
Hazy eyes that had been half-closed with pleasure now slid open and regarded him lazily. She appeared shocked at what had just happened, but not in a bad way. The violet-haired girl was regarding him with something akin to want, and it excited him.
Before he could do anything else stupid, he growled out, "This never happened," and stalked from the room.
The one thing that had escaped his notice, however, was the tiny purple bruise forming towards the back of the girl's jaw where he had placed a delicate, suckling kiss without even realizing.
He had marked her, just as Shukaku had said.
Hope you guys liked it. Sorry it's so short but I've got this horrible allergy coughy-sneezy-stuffy-nose-ithcy-throat-teary-eyes-all-around-suckiness migraine so I'm just not down. Hope you enjoyed it. Feedback is appreciated.
Peace.
