The Little Black Notebook

GaaraxOC


Chapter Nine

The One Where Gaara and Natsumi… You Know


The weeks passed and the budding relationship between Gaara and Natsumi continued to grow.

Natsumi had fully recovered from her wounds and was back in the office, performing her assistant duties like she had done before. She fell into her normal routine with Gaara, happy that she was able to come back to work; some would even say she had more of a spring in her step and was more content nowadays.

Similarly, Gaara seemed more approachable. Still not much of a talker, as that was his nature, but shinobi have commented that he seems more at ease when they came in to see him. Temari and Kankuro had noticed a considerable change in Gaara ever since he started dating Natsumi. The Council had even stopped badgering him about marriage, wanting to see this relationship unfold.

Gaara and Natsumi's relationship was the talk of the village for the last couple of weeks. There were many bachelorettes that were disappointed – some even outright backlash jealous – but a vast majority of the village were reveling in the happiness that their Kazekage had found someone to love. A few shinobi – like Temari and Kankuro – knew it was only a matter of time before the Kazekage and the assistant started dating; with the amount of time they spent together over the last five years, they wondered why it didn't happen any sooner.

Ino was right, Natsumi had once mused, thinking back to the blonde Konoha kunoichi's words. Being in constant company with Gaara due to her assistant duties made her feel like she was spending all her time possible with him, and he with her. They didn't need to go out on romantic dinners because spending time with their routine dinners with Temari and Kankuro was enough for them. To them, their dedication and passion to serve their village was shared between them, and having to work with each other every day to ensure the success of Sunagakure was all they needed.

Natsumi was overwhelmed with the amount of support they were receiving from shinobi and the civilians for their relationship. She was sure that she would be considered incompetent, un-professional, and even litigious. Temari dismissed her disbelief, arguing that maybe if everyone found out about the little black notebook she kept for two years, then maybe their opinion of her would've changed.

When this thought crossed her mind, Natsumi was in the middle of preparing Gaara's morning tea. She was placing the little dish with his tea mixed with honey on his desk when she realized that she hadn't seen her little black notebook since before the attack. She patted the little shinobi pouch donned on her thigh, but she already knew the notebook wasn't in there. She remembered Gaara saying he had read it when she was in the hospital, but where was it now?

She was brought out of her thoughts by arms wrapping around her waist.

She felt the familiar warmth envelope her, and she turned around in Gaara's arms to meet his teal irises.

"Good morning to you, too, Gaara," Natsumi greeted with a smile. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, bringing him to a hug.

He returned it quietly, resting his chin on her shoulder and closing his eyes.

Well, maybe their routine changed slightly. Gaara was becoming more comfortable with the affectionate gestures, becoming bolder to initiate them with her when they were alone. He wasn't afraid to make sure he got at least one kiss from her every day.

Gaara separated from the hug only enough so that he could fit his lips against hers in a swift kiss. Her smile filtered through the kiss, and she kissed back just as eagerly and tenderly as he was doing.

She knew he would be such a great kisser… Even several weeks later, his kisses still left her weak in the knees, her stomach aflutter, and her head feel lightheaded.

As their lips moved against each other, Natsumi slid her hands up the redhead's neck, her fingers playing with the wisps of red hair at the base of his neck. She felt his hands lower itself to her hips, thumbing the bone of her hips softly, sending pleasant tingles down her spine.

The topic of love-making hadn't come up since that day in the hospital. Like Temari had told him, things would fall into place. Natsumi had reassured him that whenever it happens, she would guide him to ensure it was a pleasurable experience for them both, encouraging him that she did not care about his knowledge in the subject or lack thereof. Kankuro had urged him to simply follow his instincts.

Now, Gaara's instincts were taking control of his body. He had been holding back, allowing Natsumi to heal and get back into her routine. But, he felt himself no longer able to control his hands. His nimble fingers moved toward her back, caressing the alluring curvature of her lower spine. Remembering the kiss they shared when she was still sleeping in the hospital, Gaara deepened the kiss between them, pulling her body flush against his.

The action made Natsumi gasp in surprise, her lips parting enough for Gaara to boldly slip his tongue past into her warm moist mouth. Again, the desire to taste every part of her grew as his tongue ran along each crevice of her cavern before encountering her own tongue and rubbing against it. Her breathing turned into soft pants as her tongue desperately tried to keep up with his own dominating appendage. She tried to change tactics, and she suckled on his tongue gently, sending shudders throughout his body at the contact. Her fingers were now tangling themselves within his hair, and he couldn't bite back a groan from escaping his mouth.

He wanted to feel every part of her. He wanted to taste every part her. He wanted to hear every sound out of her mouth. He wanted more.

He stepped forward, pushing her back toward his desk, and she stumbled backwards, trying to follow him. As soon as she came in contact with the wooden edge of the desk, she was dazed when Gaara moved his hands to her rear and easily lifted her onto his desk.

"G-Gaara-!" Natsumi began but was quickly cut off by Gaara beginning to attack her neck with a flurry of kissing, suckling, and nibbling at her skin. A very loud moan slipped past her lips when his tongue landed on the spot where her neck and shoulder met.

That was the noise he wanted to hear again. He could feel his groin muscles tensing at the erotic sound and his desire grew to hear more, to feel more, to taste more.

He nestled himself in between her parted legs, moving his hands along the lengths of her exposed thighs, earning a softer moan this time from her.

It was hard for Natsumi think, haze clouding her vision and thoughts, her focus on the feather touches of his mouth on her neck and the lithe movement of his hands on her legs.

Her hands lowered from his locks down to his chest, rubbing at his muscles through his Kazekage robes. All reason leaving her mind, her fingers found the tie holding up his robes. Her hands held onto the ties of his robes, but they did not move, her grip faltering.

As if sensing her hesitation, Gaara stopped his ministrations, moving his hands back to her hips, and he moved his gaze back to her own. His eyes examined the dark shade of red tinted on her cheeks and her breathing still erratic. He could hear his own heart pounding in his ears, the adrenaline causing him to go into a slight high. But, her eyes are what made him still, the uncertainty exposed in her pupils.

"Gaara… Is this what you want?" Natsumi tentatively inquired, moving one of her hands to caress his cheeks. "I don't want you to feel pressured because of my journal…"

Gaara took in a deep breath, inhaling her jasmine scent, and he closed his eyes, taking a moment to appreciate her scent and touch. "You promised me…" He started, raising his gaze to hers again, "That you would show and teach me everything about love." Never breaking eye contact, he leaned his forehead against hers, increasing the tint on her cheeks. "I will not let myself regret not being able to share this experience with you. I'm ready to learn how to please you."

Natsumi took a shaky intake of breath, thankful that she was sitting on the desk as her legs would begin to quiver at the lust-filled look that Gaara was looking at her with – it was the same look she always imagined when writing her short explicit excerpts starring him. But, her heart increased because of the intensity of love shone behind those teal irises of his, and she couldn't help but shiver at the perverted thoughts entering her mind.

"Okay…" Natsumi's voice slightly trembled as she thought over her next set of actions. "Before I teach you anything about how to please me, I will need to show you how I can please you first."

Gaara's eyes widened for a second, nonexistent eyebrows raised high in interest. There was an intense heat radiating in his eyes, and desire rolled off him in waves. He was not expecting her response, and he seemed unsure for a moment.

Natsumi slowly pushed against him, removing herself from the desk, and she took his hand in hers to guide him to his chair. When he continues to stare at her confused at her intentions, she has him sit down. "I do not think you will truly understand what pleasure I seek until I show you one of the pleasures you could enjoy from love-making."

He remains silent, watching her, as she gets down on her knees before him.

"You may recall me doing this to you in a few excerpts from my journal…" Natsumi begins to say as she raises shaky hands to his robes, lifting them to the waistband of his crimson trousers. She is nervous and terrified of displeasing him, but she fights through the nerves as she can already see the noticeable bulge within the fabric. The blush on her cheeks deepen. She gently unbuttons and pulls the zipper down from his trouser. She fumbles with the cloth of his black boxers, briefly glancing up to Gaara's expression.

He's sporting his own blush on his cheeks, curiosity and desire still within his irises. When she looks up at him, she doesn't realize that her eyes are showcasing the same lust – albeit slight hesitancy – which subconsciously causes his groin muscles to twitch and stiffen considerably.

Returning her attention back to his boxers, Natsumi is able to free the bulge, and she marvels at the sight of his hardened lengthy member springing out.

She couldn't stop the words from leaving her mouth as she gaped at him. "Wow, Gaara… you're much bigger than I thought you'd be…"

"Is… Is that bad?"

Natsumi snaps her attention back up to him, shaking her head, "N-No, of course not, Gaara. Many women would desire and enjoy your size."

When he is comforted by her answer, she turns back to his awaiting member, and the nerves return to her. Following the advice that Kankuro and Temari had given Gaara, she let her instincts take over. She grasped his erection with her hand, giving a few experimental strokes.

Gaara jerked slightly at the contact, electrical signals spiraling along his spinal column. His groin muscles were tensing considerably, and the muscles in his abdomen tightened.

She continued moving her hands up and down, increasing her pace gradually. When she noticed pre-cum beginning to leak out from the tip, she leaned forward to lick it off.

Immediately, Gaara stiffened, releasing a soft hiss. He gripped the arms of his chair tightly.

His mind briefly flickers to the couple of excerpts she had written doing this same action to him, but she did not describe the kinds of sensations and feelings that would ignite within him. Pleasurable shudders shook his entire body with every movement of her body, and it was very difficult for him to think of anything else. This feeling was so foreign to him yet he wouldn't move to stop it.

Feeling confident, Natsumi opened her mouth and enveloped her lips over the head of his member. She swirled her tongue over the tip, sucking very gently over the skin.

Gaara leaned forward slightly, feeling an intensity building within his core, and he reached his hand out through the tresses of her silky blonde hair to place itself at the back of her head. "Natsumi…" He gritted out through his teeth.

Her eyes trailed up to glimpse up at Gaara's face as she opened her mouth wider to take him in deeper in her mouth. Her hand lowered itself to the part of his member that her mouth couldn't fit, and she sucked on what she could, continuing to swirl and flick her tongue along the length of his erection.

Gaara was now panting, feeling the tightening in his abdomen becoming so strong that he didn't realize he was pushing her head further against his appendage. He had never felt this feeling ever before; it was such a heavenly and sinful experience, feeling her mouth on such a delicate part of his body. Was this the pleasure she mentioned? Could he make her feel like this, too? He briefly peeked his eyes open, and his eyes immediately locked upon her own chocolate brown eyes, looking up at him as if asking him if she was doing it correctly. The act of wanting to pleasure him simply to make him feel good sent him into a mad swirl of desire, lust, and fulfillment.

The pressure within him was about to reach its peak. As if knowing this, Natsumi started to pick up her pace, bobbing her head up and down upon his member faster, and pumping harder with her hand.

Gaara groaned loudly, hissing out in a harsh whisper, "Natsumi…!"

Muffled voices could suddenly be heard outside the Kazekage's office door, causing Gaara to freeze and Natsumi to stop mid-suck. The voices sounded distant but soon came closer and closer. Gaara and Natsumi realized that it was still the morning, they were in the Kazekage's office, and the door was unlocked.

Knocking came hammering at the door. "Gaara! We're coming in!" The two recognized the voice of Kankuro.

Both Gaara's and Natsumi's eyes flew wide open in alarm, and they briefly made eye contact before making quick decisions when the door swung open.

"I'm just saying, we should go to that All-You-Can-Eat BBQ place before you go to Konoha tomorrow," Kankuro said, entering the room.

Temari followed in after him, looking annoyed with her hands on her hips. "And I'm just saying that we go there too much."

Kankuro rolled his eyes. "Are you worried that you're gaining weight? Because I don't think Shikamaru would care about that."

A vein popped on Temari's forehead but a blush appeared on her cheeks. "That's not it!"

"Sure," Kankuro dismissed lightheartedly, turning his attention to the Kazekage's desk. "Come on, Gaara; doesn't All-You-Can-Eat BBQ sound good for dinner tonight?"

Temari and Kankuro turned to their younger brother. They both raised an eyebrow, perplexed, at Gaara's slightly reddened cheeks and his tousled hair. He was leaning forward slightly on his desk, forming a bridge with his hands over his features, looking very perturbed.

"Something wrong, Gaara?" Temari asked tentatively.

"No." Gaara said curtly. "Is that all you came in here for? To ask me where we're going for dinner?" There was a slight gruff – slightly out of breath – tone to his voice that Temari and Kankuro immediately picked up on.

"Well, sort of…" Kankuro said slowly, puzzled at Gaara's behavior. "Wanted to drop by and say 'hi' since you left so early in the morning. Wondered if something was going on…"

Gaara tried to take a deep breath to calm down, trying to maintain a cool composure, and look relatively normal. "I'm fine. I don't care where we go tonight."

Temari looked around the room. "Where's Natsumi? I didn't see her at her desk this morning."

"I sent her to the aviary," Gaara responded.

"Informing the Hokage that I'll be arriving soon to help with preparations for the upcoming Chunin Exam?" Temari inquired to which Gaara nodded his head.

"Isn't the Hokage using that new e-mail system now?" Kankuro mentioned, rubbing his chin in thought.

"You know Gaara doesn't like to use it, Kankuro," Temari reprimanded, turning to the puppeteer.

Kankuro cocked his head. "Why not? It's the new thing now. Way faster than the aviary."

"Yeah, but remember? Gaara said…"

The two went into a discussion about the new electronic mailing system, causing Gaara's annoyance to increase.

He could feel the air against his un-cared for member, still free from the confinements of his trousers, hidden away under his desk. There was not enough time to shove it back into his boxers and trousers before his siblings came in. His eye twitched as his siblings transitioned their discussion into the new technology nowadays and questioning how Temari's been in contact with Shikamaru – to which Temari blusteringly replies that it wasn't any of Kankuro's business. Gaara desperately wished they would leave so he could continue doing… non-office activities.

Sensing his annoyance, a delicate hand slid up his left leg, making him jerk suddenly.

Temari and Kankuro were too engrossed in their conversation to notice.

Gaara tried to play it off, calming his pumping heart by breathing deeply. He closed his eyes trying not to reveal the intensity he was feeling as the hand on his leg trailed upward. He couldn't believe her bold move, but he was unable to stop her without alerting her location to his siblings – so, he attempted to remain silent.

Tucked deep under his desk, away from peeking eyes, was Natsumi, kneeling between Gaara's legs. Her hand finally landed on his twitching member, grasping it within her soft fingers, and she began pumping it in a slow pace.

His groin muscles twitched again, and his abdominal muscles started tightening. His breathing increased, and he hung his head on the bridge of his hands to hide his face. The voices of the arguing Temari and Kankuro faded behind him as all he could feel was the sensational touches of Natsumi upon his crotch.

The blonde girl underneath took him once again in her mouth, enveloping his member within the warmth of her moist cavern. She resumed her performance of her tongue and mouth, sucking, licking, flicking and nipping at the delicate skin of his hardening erection. She didn't know where this sense of boldness came from, but the need to continue pleasuring her love overpowered her common sense, and feeling daring, she used her other hand to fondle the testicles still imprisoned by his tight boxers.

The extra attention to his privates made him take a sharp intake of breath, and the heat increased within his core.

"Ugh, I'm tired of you teasing me about Shikamaru. This discussion is over," Temari retorted shortly, turning her attention back to Gaara. Her eyes resumed their earlier confusion when she noticed the position her youngest brother was in. "Gaara? Are you okay?"

His head snapped up when he realized his siblings were looking at him. "I'm fine," he snapped roughly, coughing slightly to clear his throat when he realized he sounded off.

"What is up with you?" Kankuro questioned, stepping forward toward his desk. "You've been acting weird since we've got here." He eyed the filled up tea cup sitting on the redhead's desk. "Have you not started drinking Natsumi's tea yet? Maybe that's why you're cranky."

"It's nothing," Gaara said quickly, catching Kankuro's eye, resulting in his brother to stop a few feet away from his desk. "If you're both done arguing, I have work to get back to."

"What work?" Kankuro glanced around the desk. "Natsumi didn't even give you a stack of paperwork yet… Which reminds me," the puppeteer looks to the clock on the wall, "shouldn't Natsumi be coming back by now? The aviary isn't that far from here."

Gaara wasn't able to think clearly with the pleasure being done upon his member. The pressure within him was growing again, and Natsumi was beginning to increase her pace now, sucking harder and her hot slippery tongue swirling around his sensitive skin zealously. The words were caught in his throat, and he was starting to hold his breath to hold back his face from revealing how he was truly feeling at the moment.

He was saved from having to say anything more when there was another knock on the door, and Baki was entering the room from the opened door.

"Kazekage-sama," he greeted curtly with a brief bow. He offered a quick nod in Temari and Kankuro's direction in greeting before turning back to Gaara. "The Council would like to meet with you this morning."

With great effort, Gaara looked up to Baki with a steady gaze and brusquely replied, "I will be there in a minute."

Baki nodded and left the room.

Temari looked between the door and Gaara. "I guess we'll see you later, Gaara."

"Yeah, we'll come get you and Natsumi at the end of the day," Kankuro added, slightly concerned at Gaara's odd behavior.

Gaara nodded urgently, attempting to move things around his desk, seemingly looking like he was about to take off.

Temari briefly met eyes with Kankuro before they both left.

As soon as the door clicked close, Gaara finally let loose.

Natsumi was now bobbing her head up and down at an almost-neck breaking pace, her hands were roughly but fondly caring for his scrotum, and her mouth was sucking so hard against him that he was starting to see white spots behind his closed eyes. His fingers were digging so brutally against the skin of his palm but the pain seemed non-existent. His pleasure levels were reaching peaks so high that all he cared about was the rigorous pumping of her hands, the fierce movement of her tongue, and the caressing of her other hand on his scrotum; he prayed she wouldn't stop as the multitude of sensations were sending him over the edge.

Within a couple seconds, his core tightened immensely, and his groin muscles started to twitch violently. He released all the pressure, groaning loudly against his desk, exploding hot thick white liquid into Natsumi's expecting mouth.

Despite knowing what was going to happen, she moaned in surprise, and the movement caused more to twitch out of his member and trickle down the corners of her lips. She attempted to swallow every last bit of him, gradually decreasing her hand movement on his slowly limping appendage.

After several moments, the twitching had ceased, and Natsumi removed her mouth from him. Gaara moved backwards in his chair, looking down at her.

"You are… very bold." He said lightly, looking spent.

He reached a hand out to help her out from under the desk, and Natsumi took it shyly. "Did it feel good though?" She couldn't help but ask, even though he had just cum into her mouth.

"Good?" Gaara repeated, dazed. He pulled the girl onto his lap – her narrowly missing his limp member – and gave her a toe-tingling kiss. "That was amazing. Thank you." He told her breathlessly, leaning his forehead against hers lovingly. He took a deep breath of her jasmine scent mixed in with the exotic smell of her sweat and his semen, making him feel completely aroused again.

"I aim to please," Natsumi softly chimed, pecking his forehead. "You have a meeting to get to…"

Gaara took in another deep breath to calm his pumping heart. He turned his gaze upward to hers, giving her another fleeting but passionate kiss. "We will continue this later."

"I'll be waiting," she told him with a seductive smile.

He liked her smile. He hoped to see that same smile when he returned. He couldn't wait to resume this activity after the meeting.


Unfortunately, they were not able to continue their activities when Gaara returned from his meeting with the Council.

The meeting with the Council comprised of several reports of the renovation efforts of Suna Hospital, the Ninja Academy, and the village barrier wall that had started at the beginning of the year in response to post-war efforts. Elder Ebizo had slyly interjected how Gaara's relationship with his assistant was, implying if a marriage was in the foreseeable future, to which Gaara responded that was still needing to be discussed with Natsumi. They continued to urge him to not dally for too long as the need for an heir was still a high priority on their list.

When Gaara had returned to his office a little restless at the prospect of discussing marriage with Natsumi, he realized there was a large pile of paperwork waiting for him at his desk. With a new cup of hot steaming tea on his desk, Natsumi had notified him that it seemed it was going to be a busy day. She had pecked his "love" scar, assuring him that they would continue when they had time, to which made Gaara even more restless.

But, she had been right. The day was booked up with mission reports, distribution of missions, and most of all, paperwork.

In the early afternoon, Natsumi gently knocked on Gaara's door, holding a bento in her hand.

"Gaara, I brought your lunch," she informed him as she entered his office.

She found him at his desk, the pile of paperwork had reduced somewhat but was still threatening to topple over on his desk. However, instead of reviewing through the paperwork, Gaara was thumbing through the pages of a familiar little black notebook.

"Ah," Natsumi called out, pointing at the book, "you had it this whole time!"

His teal irises looked up at her with slight amusement at her reaction. "I believe I informed you that I had read it."

"Yes, you did, but you didn't tell me you still had it." Natsumi reasoned, placing the bento box on his desk. "I didn't think you'd be using your lunch break to read through it."

"After this morning," Gaara turned his gaze back to the pages, his eyes scanning over the written words, he continued, "I felt compelled to review what exactly would pleasure you."

"Mm," Natsumi hummed pleasantly, moving over to behind him. A smile graced her lips, and she raised her hands to his shoulders, massaging the muscles tenderly under her fingers. "Have you found anything helpful?"

"I have," Gaara said after a moment, relishing in the work of her deft fingers upon his stiff muscles.

She massaged his shoulders caringly for several minutes before she ran her hands down from his shoulders to his chest until her chest was resting against the back of his chair, and her cheek touched his. "And what have you found?"

Gaara leaned fondly against her cheek, loving the way her hands felt on his chest. "You have written a very interesting excerpt about me using my sand on you."

A dark blush formed on Natsumi's face when she realized which excerpt he was talking about. "Oh…" It was a short story that she wrote long ago, with the setting of the office, and she had seduced him into a rendezvous. But, they had been interrupted by his siblings; so, Gaara had taken matters into his own hands – or sand.

All of a sudden, Natsumi heard a slight hissing sound. The hissing sound gradually became louder, and she felt a rough silky texture running over her feet and rising up her pale legs. Her eyes widened when she looked down to find Gaara's sand climbing further up her legs and up her pale pink dress.

"Wha-What are you doing, Gaara?" She hissed in alarm at him, standing up to move away. But, her feet were being gripped by a trail of chakra-infused sand, trapping her feet to the ground.

Nonchalantly, Gaara used his finger to guide his reading on the page, not turning his head toward the flustering Natsumi behind him. "I believe this is what Kankuro would call 'payback' for what you've done to me earlier."

Natsumi's eyes widened into saucers at the implication of his words. "B-But, Gaara-!" At this point, the sand had reached a point where it broke off into two directions under her dress: a part of the sand flew upward to her chest while the other settled itself along the small fabric of her smalls. The sand left a rough silkiness on her skin, making her quiver with excitement when the sand was nearing her pleasure points. His sand caressed each curve of her body, swelling over her hips, across her belly and back, and finally upon her chest. A faint pink blush appears on Natsumi's features at the intimate attention, and she is very still, almost afraid any movement would make the sand retreat from her.

Her focus is on the sand gently embracing her breasts under the cloth of her sports bra before finding the pink budding peaks. Shorts pants were leaving her mouth now, and she could feel her stomach fluttering and something wet leaking on her underwear. She peeks her eyes open, not even realizing that she had shut them tight to revel in the touching sensations of the sand, and she sees her redheaded lover had turned around in his chair, studying her body's reaction. His calculating eyes on her made her feel embarrassed, humiliated, hot and aroused.

The sand softly squeezed her breasts together, tweaking slightly at her nipples, causing her to release a breathy moan she had been desperately trying to hold back. Her hands clenched tightly at her sides, trying to hold herself upright despite the trembling in her legs. The sand continued to fondle her breasts from beneath her dress, and she felt the other path of sand trailing along the inner path of her groin muscles. She panted in anticipation, waiting for the rough sandy texture to reach her core.

At last, she felt it. The sand continued fondling her breasts while the sand at her nether region rubbed at her nether lips over the cloth of her underwear, ghosting over the small nub. The caressing touch sent pleasurable waves throughout her body, and she panted much heavier and shallower at this point, shutting her eyes tightly. She felt her legs go weak and almost give out on her, and her hand reached out for Gaara's chair in a desperate attempt to remain standing.

"Ah… so this is what pleases you…" Gaara mused, glancing at the way she was squirming under the touch of his sand. It was exhilarating, knowing that when he normally used his sand for battle, his sand could serve another purpose – to bring pleasure.

"Oh, Gaara…" Natsumi said breathlessly, struggling now to remain standing. "You're such a… tease…"

A smirk found its way to Gaara's lips, and he rested his chin on his knuckles. "That is what you said in your journal as well."

Natsumi huffed at him, clearly vexed evidenced by the intense blushing on her cheeks and the mortification in her eyes, and she raised her gaze to his, saying through her breathy pants, "I also wrote that we would be interrupted by Kankuro and Temari-"

"Natsumi! You're finally in the office, eh?" Kankuro came barging into the room with his triumphant grin. "Maybe you can settle what we'll have for dinner tonight!"

Right on cue – speak of the devil and they shall appear. Natsumi cursed under her breath.

Temari followed in after Kankuro, looking at him with a reproachful look. "Kankuro! You can't just barge into Gaara's office like that; what if he was busy doing something?"

Kankuro gestured in Gaara's direction. "Well, look at him: is he busy?"

Gaara sat at his desk, facing them once again; he looked calm in contrast to Natsumi, who was standing stiffly from behind Gaara's chair, arms tucked in very tightly against her sides.

"Well, I guess he's not busy doing anything," Temari started to say slowly, her eyes moving to Natsumi's form. "But, Natsumi, are you alright? You seem… uncomfortable."

"I'm fine…" Natsumi squeaked out, biting back a particularly loud moan.

This was absolute torture! His sand was still brushing over her nipples, hugging and caressing her breasts from underneath her dress, the lithe movement hidden behind her torso mesh guard. Further south, the rough silkiness sought her clitoris, rubbing against her through the underwear with a delicate roughness that was making her thighs clench so forcefully together in an attempt to calm the bundle of pleasurable nerves vibrating within her core. Her underwear was starting to feel very damp.

Now, she understood what Gaara went through when she did this to him in the morning… talk about a cruel payback.

Kankuro tried to brush off her behavior and questioned, "So, where do you think we should eat tonight? I want to go to the All-You-Can-Eat BBQ, but Temari thinks it'll make her gain weight."

Temari smacks the back of Kankuro's head vexingly. "That is not what I said! I told you we go there too much!"

Rubbing his pained head, the puppeteer looked annoyed in Temari's direction. "Whatever! What do you say, Natsumi?"

"I think…" Natsumi took a shaky breath, swallowing a large gup of saliva. Her thoughts scrambled in her head as she tried to sort through it. Gaara had to hand it to her – she was handling this a lot better than he did in the morning. "I think… we can go to the sushi restaurant… as a… compromise."

Unexpectedly, a high-pitched gasp escaped her lips, and she smacked her hands over her mouth to stop the sounds from coming out of her mouth.

Gaara maintained his cool composure, acting nonchalant, as if Natsumi hadn't reacted the way she did.

But, Temari and Kankuro stared at her in surprise, wondering what made her react that way.

Temari stepped forward in alarm. "Are you okay, Natsumi? What's wrong?"

Gaara's sand had unexpectedly tweaked at Natsumi's clitoris while pulsating against her heat, resulting in Natsumi's gasp of surprise. His movements reduced to caressing her heat instead, allowing her a moment to breathe so she could respond.

Natsumi took a deep breath, shaking her head. "No, no… it's nothing." She tried to show a reassuring smile, "I think I'm just lightheaded because I haven't eaten lunch yet."

"Oh, you guys are taking your lunch break now?" Kankuro mused, looking to the bento on Gaara's desk.

"Yes," Gaara said briskly. "If you two have finally decided on where we're going to dinner this evening, I'd like to have this time to have lunch with Natsumi."

"Alright, Gaara," Kankuro taunted, shrugging his shoulders. "Well, I guess it's decided then, sushi for dinner. Sushi has plenty of protein, and fish isn't particularly fatty."

"Sushi sounds good," Temari nodded in agreement. She turned on her heel, heading toward the door. "Alright then, you two. Have fun on your lunch date!"

"Not too much fun!" Kankuro yelled out behind him as he closed the door, bringing the calmness out with him.

As soon as they were out of sight, hands grabbed Gaara's shoulders, swinging him around in the chair to face a very flustered and very aroused Natsumi.

She didn't give him a chance to say anything before she crashed her lips upon his in a passionate and wild kiss. The lip-lock surprised him for a nanosecond, and the sand around her ankles loosened, giving her enough time to move to his lap instead.

He caught her in mid-kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist to hold her against him. She flung her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his crimson hair. She moaned against their lip-lock, moving her tongue against his in a frantic battle for dominance.

Gaara held onto her squirming form tight against him, maneuvering his sand to settle itself in between her clenching thighs, and resuming the caressing of her most sensitive area. As his sand continued to knead her breasts from underneath, his sand below rubbed relentlessly against her nether lips and clitoris, sending her into a frenzied rate of panting.

She parted from the passionate kiss, instead burying herself into Gaara's shoulder and clutching onto his robes. Her groin muscles were tensing so much and her stomach was boiling hot – she wasn't able to hold back anymore.

Natsumi was practically screaming now, muffled by Gaara's shoulder, as his sand continued to rub against her intensely now. Her entire body tensed, and in the next second, her body violently shook against Gaara's. She shuddered through her orgasm, releasing everything.

Eventually, her high lessened and her body relaxed; the sand retreated from underneath her dress, leaving a soft hiss behind.

Natsumi groaned mildly, nuzzling her face into Gaara's neck. "Geez, Gaara… that was mean."

Gaara placed a hand on her thigh, caressing the exposed skin. "I would argue that it was meant to be pleasurable."

"It was, Gaara… very much so…" She told him breathlessly, raising her head to give him a soft kiss.

He returned it, relishing in the feeling of her being in his lap, holding her close to him. He glanced down to the skirt of her dress, as if studying the very wet underwear she was wearing. "Do you need to go home and change?"

Natsumi thought for a minute. Then, a sly smile appeared on her lips. "No, I don't think that's necessary."

Gaara arched an eyebrow, bemused. He watched as she got up, maintained eye contact with him, and she slowly began reaching under her dress. "…Natsumi, what are you doing?"

"Well," Natsumi started, slipping her underwear off one side of her leg and then the other, Gaara catching sight of black lace, "we still have many tasks to do, and you have another meeting to get to." She opened Gaara's side drawer, placing the little black notebook that had still been on Gaara's desk in it along with her black lacey underwear. "So, I'll leave it in here."

"Then… what are you going to wear?" Gaara asked, still confused.

Natsumi walked around the desk so that she stood in front of it, working on removing the furoshiki from around the forgotten bento. "Nothing," she sang, the sly smile still on her features.

"Nothing?" Gaara repeated, baffled. "So, you're going to walk around… naked?"

"Mhmm," she chimed, setting up his bento for him on the desk, reorganizing the paperwork upon it.

"Why… Why would you…" Gaara started to say but trailed off, thinking about a naked Natsumi walking around his office. He felt his groin muscles twitch.

She finished preparing his bento for him, revealing a simple fried rice with tamagoyaki, salted salmon, and some veggies. Natsumi flashed a seductive smile in his direction. "I'm showing my love for you." He looks at her incredulous, and she continues, "Whenever we have time at the end of the day, I will be ready for you – just say the word when you want me. Until then, I think I like the idea of you thinking I'll be walking around naked, just for you."

To accompany the disbelief at her words, a dark blush formed over Gaara's cheeks, and his eyes were following her every movement.

Satisfied with his reaction, Natsumi stood up straighter and gathered some of the paperwork she knew he was finished with. "Eat your lunch, Gaara," she bade him, turning on her heel. "You'll need to leave for your meeting very soon." With that, she left with his paperwork, a little seductive sway in her hips that teal irises leered after.

Gaara was deliberating over the idea of missing his meeting. His eyes trailed over to the clock on the wall.

His eyes glanced toward his desk drawer, thinking about the little black notebook and black lacey underwear within it. His groin muscles did another little twitch, and he was aware that his trousers were starting to feel uncomfortably tight.

This was going to be a long day…


Gaara had never eyed Natsumi so much in one day.

He and Kankuro followed after Temari and Natsumi to the sushi restaurant, trailing behind them in their leisure walk.

Natsumi was having a conversation with Temari about Shikamaru and how they were planning to have another date when Temari arrives at Konoha in a couple of days. Natsumi was asking where they planned to go, to which Temari responded she had no idea.

Walking behind Natsumi made Gaara realize how much her waist curved out into her shapely hips and gave way into her rounded rear. With each step that she took, her mid-thigh length faded-pink dress flapped underneath her, rising and falling with the twilight breeze. It wasn't quite chilly enough for her and Temari to don on the Suna robes for warmth just yet, so Natsumi was carrying hers in her arms. He was staring so intently at her rear, wondering if the breeze would blow her dress high enough for him to get a small glimpse of her supple bottom…

Ever since she had left her underwear in his drawer, he had spent the rest of the afternoon thinking about her exposed rear walking around in his office and sitting at her desk. Every time she walked in the room to gather more of his paperwork or to do a task for him, his eyes always drifted to the skirt of her dress, wondering if she was still bare.

Now he understood why she might've written about him the way she did in her journal. He felt like a predator eyeing his prey, ready to attack at any minute.

"Gaara."

Gaara stopped abruptly in his tracks to find his favorite chocolate brown eyes gazing at him with amusement.

"We're here, Gaara," Natsumi said, gesturing to the restaurant in front of her. She carried a hint of a smirk, as if knowing what Gaara had been thinking about.

"You've been in such deep thought the entire way here, Gaara," Kankuro pondered from his position next to him. "Is something going on?"

Gaara shook his head. "It's nothing. Come."

He moved forward toward the restaurant, catching Natsumi's waist with an arm, and guiding her into the restaurant. She followed without a peep, the smirk still upon her lips.

Temari and Kankuro arched an eyebrow at the intimate – and almost territorial – gesture, looking to each other with bemusement.

"Whatever you say, Gaara…" Kankuro mused, following after the couple with Temari.

As Gaara and Natsumi led the way into the restaurant and waited for the host to lead them to their table, Natsumi could feel Gaara's hand on her waist discreetly lower itself to her lower back, borderline touching the curve of her rear. When the host recognized the Kazekage, she immediately started leading their group to a quieter section of the restaurant. By the time they got to the table, Gaara's hand reluctantly left Natsumi's back as she took her seat and he sat beside her. Temari and Kankuro took the seats across from them.

Dinner continued as usual, with merriment and laughter. Kankuro spent some time talking about the success of the different shinobi forces and the implementation of adding medical-nin to platoons. Temari mentioned that this semi-annual Chunin Exams have more applicants than ever before. Natsumi wondered if it was due to the new era of peace that more Genin are becoming confident in their abilities.

Gaara listened with half an ear, eating his sushi absentmindedly. He was astounded by how much his mind was clouded with thoughts of Natsumi's underwear, her blushing face, her erotic moans, and her mouth on him. He had gone throughout his entire life not knowing about this kind of interaction between lovers – this level of affection and desire one could have for another. The fact that it was happening with this woman sitting next to him, his chest swelled with honor, pride and exhilaration.

Natsumi almost jumped in her seat when she felt a hand on her right leg.

She turned a sharp eye in Gaara's direction, but his eyes were focused on Kankuro sitting across from him, who was currently deliberating if more applicants for the Chunin Exams meant hidden talent or arrogant rookies. She watched him closely, but he made no inclination that he noticed her staring at him. The action seemed innocent and affectionate enough, his fingers simply caressing the skin of her thigh. Her suspicion wavering, she turned back to her sushi, raising her chopsticks to take another piece of salmon from her plate, when the hand on her leg slid further up toward her naked core. It wasn't until his hand was underneath the skirt of her dress and his fingers were fringing her nether region when she decided to address it.

Natsumi took a nearby menu in her hand, opening it to cover her face, and she frantically whispered, "Gaara, what are you doing?"

He said nothing, his hand continuing his trek upward, burying his fingers in between her tightly-clenching thighs to gain access.

"Ah, Natsumi! You're ordering another one?" Kankuro exclaimed eagerly, turning the table's attention in her direction.

A blush formed on her cheeks at the sudden attention to her and the attention she was receiving down below. She lowered the menu to meet Kankuro's eye. "Y-Yes, Kankuro? Did you want something as well?"

"I did! When you're done with the menu, I want to look at it again," Kankuro leaned back, arms crossed over his chest in thought. "I can't decide if I want another Sushi Combo A or B this time…"

"I was just seeing if I wanted dessert," Natsumi said quietly, folding the menu and handing it to Kankuro. "But, maybe I should wait till after I'm done with my meal."

In the midst of handing the menu over to Kankuro, her thighs had briefly slackened, giving Gaara enough wiggle room for his fingers to snake through and come in contact with her hot core.

She gasped softly at the contact, glad that Kankuro and Temari were discussing the different Sushi Combos to notice. Natsumi closed her eyes tightly, feeling Gaara's finger lightly graze her nether lips curiously. His fingers were cold against her hot core, and it left tingly waves against her skin.

She chanced a glance in her love's direction when she was met with a fervent expression. Gaara was gazing back at her with the same desire and lust he carried for her earlier in the morning, and her breath hitched in her throat.

"I want you."

He uttered out those three words so softly for only her ears, but the husky undertone made her wet with desire.

She could feel herself grow damp, and his fingers touched her leaking desire. His eyes trailed down to where his hand was, interest showing in his eyes at what he was feeling. His fingers rubbed harder against her, eliciting more fluids to drip out of her, and she subconsciously opened her legs wider, allowing him to feel more of her.

Gaara readily sought for her entrance, her wetness easily guiding him to her opening. He ran his middle finger gently along from her clitoris down the length of her lips to reach her awaiting hole. He found the source of her wetness, the pad of his fingertips gingerly prodding the opening. Feeling his strong curious finger stroke her so gently, Natsumi couldn't help but take a sharp intake of breath in anticipation.

Her burning cheeks showed a darker red color, and her breathing was becoming shallower.

"Natsumi, are you okay?"

The blonde assistant snapped her head up to Temari.

Temari stared at her with concern. "Your face is all red. Are you getting a fever?"

Before she could respond, Gaara had used his free hand to reach over and check her forehead. After several moments, he deducted, "You do seem a bit warm. Would you like me to take you home?"

Natsumi did not miss the glint in his eyes. She flushed comprehending his intentions. "Oh, sure… Hopefully I'm not coming down with something…"

Gaara's hand finally left her inner core, and he stood up to assist her out of the chair. Natsumi stood up slowly, feeling the sudden change in position give way to more of her wetness trickling from her heat. She prayed to god that Temari and Kankuro wouldn't see fluids dripping down between her thighs as she walked away from their table.

"Feel better!" Kankuro called out after them.

Gaara caught her hand, leading her out of the restaurant. He seemed calm, guiding them through the tables and out the door. She tried to keep with his pace, anxious and excited.

The minute they stepped out of the restaurant, Gaara wrapped his arms around her. She heard the hiss of his sand swirling around them, and she felt her feet lift off the ground, being transported somewhere else. She clutched onto his robes, closing her eyes shut, until she was back on the ground.

She could feel the Suna breeze caressing her features, but the shudder that ran through her body was because of the gaze Gaara held for her when she looked up at him. She could feel the desire rolling off him but what made her weak in the knees was the amount of passion she could see his in his teal eyes. What made her hold fondness for her Kazekage was the touch of uncertainty behind his irises that he tried to mask, but she could pick up on those nervous thoughts that this was happening – they were here, together, steps away from her apartment, about to take part in activities that he had never dreamed of ever doing with someone.

Her fingers tenderly interlaced with his, and she offered him a look of reassurance as she pulled him into the apartment complex. She led him up the stairs to the third floor, down the hallway, and made a right before they reached the third door on their left.

Gaara watched with apprehension as Natsumi reached into her mesh torso guard, pulling a set of keys from within, and unlocking the door to her apartment. He stood there as she entered, removing her shoes in the mud area before she turned around to face him.

He looked uncertain, his feet beyond the boundary of her front door.

Seeing his hesitancy, Natsumi smiled fondly, and she held her hand out to him.

"Come in, Gaara," she requested of him, her voice slightly trembling at the prospect that the man she had fallen in love with will be in her home.

Gaara had never been in another's apartment. The opportunity had never come up. It had just occurred to him that he would be seeing the sanctuary of his assistant's home, a place where he had always known she lived but had never ventured in. This was an entirely new world he would be introduced to, and he did not know what to expect.

Cautiously, he took her hand and allowed her to lead him inside, closing the door behind him.

When he removed his sandals, Natsumi had already moved toward the kitchen area, preparing some tea for her guest.

Gaara stepped onto the wooden floor with his barefeet, taking a moment to look at his surroundings.

It was a very small studio apartment, the single bed squeezed into the corner, accompanied by a bookshelf and end table. He recognized some of the books on the bookshelf to be shinobi training books. At the other corner of the room was a modest dresser. Upon leaving the mud area, Gaara is immediately introduced into the kitchen area, complete with a couple of kitchen counters and her fridge as well as a small coffee/dining table at the center of the room, surrounded by seat cushions. Off to the side was a slightly ajar door, which Gaara realized led to the restroom. There was one window in the room, located just above her bed, and he could see the Kazekage Tower through it. The entire apartment oozed simplicity and charm.

"It's not much…" Natsumi said, setting a set of tea cups on the coffee table. She glanced around the room with a content smile, "But, I've had it since I was in ANBU Corps. I'd like to say I'm a fairly simple and practical person. I've never thought of moving out…"

"It suits you," Gaara wondered aloud.

"Thank you," Natsumi responded, flashing a grin up at him. She noticed that he had approached her form, moving a hand to around her waist.

It was like electricity running along her spine at the touch. He brought her closer to him, moving on instinct and wrapping his arm around her waist. She couldn't help but blush at the intimate gesture, moving her gaze to meet his.

Gingerly, she moved her arms to around his neck. "Would you like some tea?"

Gaara glanced to the tea cups and to the tea kettle on the stove. He always loved Natsumi's tea, but at the moment, there was something else he wanted to taste.

Instead of answering, he lowered his lips to hers in a chaste but passionate kiss. Just like before, the kiss sent tingles down her spine and made her knees buckle.

Natsumi took the hint. She parted from the kiss and leaned her forehead to his. "We can have tea later." Her eyes glanced to the ajar door behind him, and a glint sparkled in her eye. "Let's take a shower first."

Teal eyes widened in disbelief. "Together?"

This time, Natsumi's smile transformed into a mischievous one, and she raised her hands to pull at his Kazekage robes. "Don't be shy now, Gaara…" She teased but her own cheeks were flushed, "We've already exposed ourselves enough to warrant taking a shower together."

"I'm not shy," he retorts at once, his heart quickening at her hands brushing against his shoulders as she continued to remove his robes. "I was… surprised."

"Yes, yes," Natsumi cooed at him, finished removing his robes and hanging them up gently on the rack hanging on her front door. "Come, Gaara. I will teach you another way to show love."

Intrigued, Gaara followed after her into the small restroom, locating the small shower-tub in the corner.

She turned on the water to a favorable temperature before she moved to face Gaara.

Moment of truth, she told herself.

Natsumi began removing her socks and torso mesh guard, maintaining her steady gaze with Gaara's teal ones. Her cheeks flared a bright red, but she willed herself to keep going. Tossing those articles aside, she reached for the bottom of her dress, and she pulled upward.

Gaara's own pale cheeks flushed at the sight of Natsumi undressing for him. Once she had removed her faded pink battle dress, his eyes instantly fell onto her chest, her breasts held up by the black sports bra she wore. He stared intently at her chest as she moved to remove her sports bra as well. He was reminded of the time they were in Konoha for Naruto and Hinata's wedding – the image of her on top of him with only a bathrobe barely covering her body made his heart pump faster and his breathing to slacken in anticipation. Her sports bra was gone, and the redness and heat in his cheeks increased tenfold.

She had moderate-sized breasts, and he recalled feeling them through her sports bra with his sand just a couple hours ago. His eyes trailed lower to her female core, finally confirming with his own eyes that she had indeed not been wearing underwear since the early afternoon.

He felt glued to the floor, unable to move, as he gawked at the beautiful sight of Natsumi standing in all her bare glory before him.

The steam started to filter out from the shower behind her, and Natsumi moved toward Gaara, gently taking his face into her trembling hands.

"Do you like what you see?"

Gaara's throat felt like a desert, hot and sticky saliva caught in his mouth. He nodded eagerly at her, attempting to swallow a particularly large gulp down his throat.

"I'm glad…" She chimed in delight, moving her gaze to Gaara's clothing. "May I help you with your clothes?"

Normally, he would've said he'll do it. But, due to the mild shock and enthrallment of Natsumi undressing him, he nodded in approval.

First, she started with the brown belt holding up his small sand gourd, placing them carefully on the floor to the side. Her fingertips brushed against the skin of his abdomen as she pulled off his crimson long-sleeved shirt, marveling at the already amazing sight before her. She knew Gaara was handsome, but shirtless, she felt her knees go weak once again. His perfectly chiseled and lean stomach always hidden away by his robes gave way into the equally perfect V lines that were peaking above his trousers. Her fingers glide from his neck, making a path over his perfectly outlined collarbone, over his perfectly strong chest, and over his perfectly lean abs.

Gaara was waiting in anticipation – he felt like she was undressing him agonizingly slow on purpose. Everywhere her fingers touched, his skin felt hot. As soon as she started unbuttoning his trousers, he felt her lips brush faintly over the pulse point on his neck, making him inhale deeply through his nostrils at the touch. He could practically feel the budding peaks of her chest skimming at his chest. He could feel his trousers becoming loose but his underwear was starting to become uncomfortably restricting.

When he looked down, he realized the reason it was uncomfortable was due to the hardening bulge that his boxers were hardly hiding.

He looked up at her guiltily, but she dispelled his guilt when she bent down to meet eye level with the bulge. Hooking her fingers into the waistband of his boxers, she pulled down on his underwear, freeing his limp but gradually hardening member. She pooled the boxers at his feet, and when she looked up at him from her position, she didn't realize that it was a very provocative position from Gaara's perspective. His groin muscles twitched at the sight.

Her eyes locked with his own, inciting a fire within his abdomen, and she slowly rose herself to her full height, brushing her breasts against his member, stomach, and chest along the way.

"Get in the shower, Gaara." She hadn't meant to sound demanding, but Gaara became aroused by her fervent tone. She gestured toward the steaming warm shower behind her, pointing to the shower stool within it. Her lips moved to his ear, and she whispered alluringly, "I'll take care of you."

Confused but still intrigued by her suggestive smile, he allowed her to guide him into the shower, and he sat on the stool, a bit vexed but did not question her intentions. The warm water showered him, directly heating his cool skin and promptly relaxing his tense muscles.

He sat there under the gentle beating of the shower water for several moments before he heard the shower door being closed behind him. Slippery smooth hands slid over his back, starting from his shoulders, and tenderly rubbing his upper back. Gaara leaned forward slightly to allow her to reach those lower muscles in his back, and he released a very low-pitched content sigh at her deft hands. She moved her hands in such a way that all his muscles that her fingers touched relaxed instantly and craved for her attention. She moved back and forth over the length of his back, kneading at his strong shoulders, and running along the stretch of his arms and thighs. He tried to prevent himself from reacting too strongly when her hands would inch closer to his groin area. She took her time working on his body, lathering his skin with her scented soap, and running the water over his person. Covertly, she worked her way around his body, maneuvering her own body around until she was in front of him.

At this point, his eyes were closed, allowing him to fully emerge himself to feel her soft and smooth fingers and to smell the comforting jasmine scent he was so familiar with. It did not faze him when she started kneading her fingers into his neck before gradually moving up into his hair, and she transitioned into using her shampoo. She massaged the shampoo into his hair, and she faintly heard a quiet groan escape Gaara's lips, making her grin happily that she was making him feel good.

"This is one way of showing my love for you, Gaara…" Natsumi ran her hands through his locks, creating the foaming bubbles upon his head. "You're always wanting to do things yourself, ensuring others are taken care of. Tonight, it's going to be about taking care of you…"

She continued lathering his crimson hair with the shampoo before rinsing it with the warm steamy water. When she started using the water to rinse through his hair, he used this moment to peek his eyes open, and he was surprised to see the sight of water running down the valley of Natsumi's chest.

Feeling invigorated by her shower-massage, he used this opportunity of her working on his hair to place his hands on her kneeled thighs before him, startling her. The shampoo rinsed out of his hair, Natsumi moved her gaze to meet with Gaara's, and she felt the same desire-filled gaze in his eyes that she had been seeing throughout the day.

"You are beautiful."

The words left his mouth before he could stop himself. But, he did not take them back. He adored the increasing blush forming on her cheeks, and he leaned forward to take her lips with his own, never feeling like he could never get enough of her sensual kisses.

Their lips mingled together in an exotic dance, and it made Gaara aware that he felt an ache in his groin area. Letting instincts take over, he moved his hands over her thighs, delicately dancing his fingers over her stomach before landing on her waist. He guided them into standing positions under the running steamy water, passionately kissing her breath away.

Without realizing it, he had inadvertently shifted her body against the cool tile of the shower, making her gasp in surprise at the cold contact. He took that opportunity to slither his tongue into her mouth, tasting every single part of her, seeking her own slippery wet tongue. Her tongue could barely keep up with his own, and before she knew it, he had parted from the kiss, their tongues connected by a string of saliva.

She panted breathlessly, gazing up at him with astonishment at his vehement nature. "Gaara, I wasn't finished yet…"

He cradled her face in his hands, looking so intensely into her eyes that she felt like she could just melt into the water from his gaze. "You have done more than enough. It is my turn. Please guide me…" He murmured against her, shifting his hands downward to cup her breasts tenderly. His lips kissed along the curve of her neck, heading for the sweet spot he knew about at her shoulder. The minute his lips touched that sweet spot, her hands grasped his arms in an attempt to steady herself from her knees giving out from under her. A particularly loud moan left her lips, heightening Gaara's arousal.

"Mm…" She moaned again when he started to suck on her skin. Her panting became heavier, and she braced herself against the shower tiles on her back. Quietly, she hummed out, "You can use your mouth on my breasts…"

Enthralled on the idea that he could taste another part of her, Gaara moved his attention to her awaiting chest. Her breasts were just as beautiful as she was; they fit so perfectly in his hands, as if they were made for his touch only. He ran his thumbs tentatively across her hardened peaks, earning him a shudder from her body as well as a little squeaky moan. She moved a finger to her teeth, biting lightly on it to prevent herself from being too loud. Loving that he was making her feel pleasured, he ardently positioned his mouth over her breast and wrapped his lips around it as much as he could. She gasped in pleasure, reaching her hand out to the back of his head instead. Just like he had felt her do upon him, he used his tongue to swirl around her nipple, sending pleasurable tingles on the small bundle of nerves. Gauging her reaction, he delicately took her nipple between his teeth, resulting in her taking another sharp intake of breath, her flush increasing upon her cheeks. He nipped, suckled, licked and nibbled at her breast, loving the breathless pants and erotic moans escaping her mouth.

He switched hands in order for his mouth to bring attention on her other breast, and instead of caressing her breast with his hand like he had done with the other, he felt her hand stop him. His mouth still working on her breast, Natsumi guided his other hand to her nether region, making him cup his fingers over her core.

Instantly, his fingers encountered another wet substance.

Between breathy moans, he heard her say, "Like your sand… use your hand to pleasure me down there, too…"

Remembering how his sand worked on her earlier, he used his two fingers to lightly graze her nether lips, feeling more of her wet juices leak out from the movement. Her moans grew louder, and her breathing quickened. Her chest was heaving, causing her breast to pop out of his mouth.

The shower water continued to drip along their bodies, but Gaara was only interested in the hot wetness coming from Natsumi. He used his nimble fingers to spread her nether lips, using his middle finger to rub fondly against her clitoris and gently poke at her entrance.

"You're so wet…" He mumbled against her, causing her flushing to increase even more. It was becoming so hot in that shower now that she thought she would faint. He looked up at her like a curious child, and he asked shyly, "Can I use my mouth down here, too?" His intense gaze on hers, he boldly stated, "I want to taste more of you."

If possible, the redness in her cheeks intensified throughout her features. But, she nodded nevertheless, unable to speak anymore.

He lowered himself to the floor, becoming eye level with her pelvis. Unsure of how to proceed despite his desire to please her with his mouth, he stared at her core, slightly intimidated. He recalled how she had pleasured his own member in the morning, and he decided to simply do what he thought would be right.

As if sensing his uncertainty, Natsumi gingerly lifted a leg in the air to give him better access. The movement made Gaara lock on the sight of her core dripping out precious juices from her lips, and he dove forward. He moved her leg to rest on his shoulder, and his mouth moved over her clitoris.

She cried out in pleasure, her fingers tangling themselves within Gaara's crimson hair. She could no longer hold back her moans, and they came out of her in loud and provocative waves. The noises that came out of her mouth heightened Gaara's growing arousal, and he lapped at her overflowing juices, circling her budding clitoris with his wet appendage, and taking pauses to suck particularly rough against her clit.

She was sweet and tangy all in one taste, and he couldn't get enough. He licked, sucked, and even nipped at her entire nether region, swallowing every last drip from her entrance – some spilling over the corners of his lips. Her intoxicating odor filled his senses, and he was determined to make her orgasm like she had done earlier on in the day. A thought crossing his mind, he raised his free hand, and he experimentally inserted a digit into her wet glory hole.

"Ah!" She almost screamed, her body now shuddering against the wall, and her hands fisting into his hair now. "Ah, Gaara!"

He did not stop, loving the erotic screams escaping her lips now. He gingerly inserted a second finger into her, moving them gently against the insides. He could feel her start to squeeze generously on his fingers, and he took that as a good sign.

Natsumi's inner core was twisting and bubbling so much now, her pelvic muscles were tensing considerably, and she felt like she wouldn't be able to hold herself up for much longer.

He started to suckle upon her clitoris again, but at the same time, his tongue rubbed tenderly against the nub as his fingers increased their pace against her insides.

He felt her squirming now above him and his fingers were being clenched so tightly, he knew she was close. His tongue rubbed and suckled more roughly with his mouth, and his fingers hastened.

Within seconds, she held her breath before releasing everything.

Hot, wet, thick fluids gushed out of her and all over Gaara's face. She released a very lengthy and generous moan, her body shuddering with the aftereffects of pleasure from her orgasm.

Proud of himself, Gaara continued to lap at her orgasmic juices gently, allowing her to ride out her orgasm.

She no longer was able to hold herself up anymore, and she slowly slid down the wall to her knees. Gaara moved slightly back to allow herself to position comfortably on the floor, a very content expression her features.

"You're… a fast learner, Gaara…" She mumbled out, her eyes showcasing the love and satisfaction that made Gaara's chest swell once again with pride.

Her eyes trailed down Gaara's form.

"Someone looks eager…" She teased softly with a smile.

Gaara looked down, looking mildly flustered. "It aches a bit…" He admitted aloud.

"I'll make it feel better," she purred to him, feeling a sudden rush of energy. She pushed him gently onto the shower floor, and he could only watch as she moved over his lap, positioning her rear slightly above his groin muscles. With the water batting against her back, she lowered herself till she was touching the tip of his awaiting member.

"Are you ready for me?" She whispered in his ear. He could hear the slight shakiness in her voice.

He nodded at her, placing his hands on her hips.

She hesitated for a second, relishing in the moment that she was about to do the one thing she had fantasized for the last two years – to take Gaara's virginity. Bracing herself with her hands on his shoulders, she took him in her in one swift motion.

A jolt of electricity surged through her body, and a great deal of pain reverberated throughout her entire body. Her face contorted in pain, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her body shaking from her hymen breaking.

As soon as she plunged herself over him, Gaara had felt like he had arrived in heaven. His entire member was enveloped in such a delightful warmth, coated by her vaginal juices, and his own body shivered in pleasure at the feeling of being in union with the one he loved. She was so tight around him, it was such a divine sensation.

However, he noticed that the blonde girl on him was shaking – almost violently – against him, and this time, he could tell it wasn't from pleasure.

"…Natsumi?"

"W-Wait…" She shakily said, her hold on him still tight. "I-It still hurts…"

Gaara's eyes widened in shock, and he pulled her back to see her pained expression. "What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing," she reassured him, her shaky breaths beginning to relax. "This happens for a woman's first time…"

"A woman's…" Gaara let the words die in his mouth as he stared at her in shock. "You've never been with…"

"You're my first," Natsumi told him, her voice slightly trembling, but her body was not as tense. "I've never been with any other man."

Again, a warmth encased over Gaara, and he swelled with pride. He stared at the blood that tainted the shower water, observing it with astonishment and mild satisfaction.

She was truly his now.

He gave her a determined expression, rubbing small circles on her hips lovingly in an attempt to soothe her pain. "How can I help you?"

Natsumi gave him a shaky chuckle at his caring nature. "I told you earlier that you are much bigger than I thought you'd be… I am adjusting to your size." She looked at him through her half-lidded eyes, and she tried to offer him a reassuring smile. "Just… kiss me."

Not needing telling twice, he caught her lips within his, giving her all the soothing and comforting feelings he could pour into the kiss. Slowly but surely, she was loosening slightly around him, and she didn't clamp upon him so fiercely as moments before. The passion between the kiss heightened, and their tongues fought against each other, competing to show who was more passionate.

Cautiously, Natsumi used her legs to move up, sliding upward upon his member until only the tip was left inside, and as she sucked on Gaara's tongue fervently, she gingerly lowered herself back onto his member.

The movement caused pleasurable waves to resonate within him, and he groaned mildly at the sensation of her enveloping him with her wet tightness. He lightly gripped her hips, nearly guiding her rhythm against him, as he continued passionately kissing her.

She continued her slow pace, her tight walls adjusting to his lengthy hardened member, and gradually, she began to feel the pleasure she was waiting for. She could feel his member throbbing and vibrating within her in response to her little rumps. As the pleasure grew so did her thrusts. She was now moaning against him, and each thrust pushed him in deeper, almost poking at her beloved inner sweet spot. She used his shoulders as leverage, increasing her pace as she felt herself getting close. Despite the initial pain, she always knew that doing this with Gaara would be such a mind-blowing experience.

Gaara caught Natsumi's bouncing breast within his hand, kneading it softly. This caused Natsumi to release a particularly loud moan, vibrating into their kiss, echoing in his ears, and making his groin twitch significantly within her.

He parted from the kiss, panting. He wasn't able to hold back anymore – he wanted to feel more. He moved his hands to under her long pale legs and reached for her beautifully shaped rump, hoisting her into the air and pushing her up against the wall. The change in position automatically made Natsumi wrap her arms around his neck in a vice-grip. Still holding onto her bottom, he grounded into her fast and hard against the shower tile. She cried out in moans and pleasure, feeling him thrusting into her so deeply, hitting her inner sweet spot.

The showerhead over their heads now, Gaara could feel the sweat wanting to leak out of his pores due to the intensity of his actions, but his focus was on the delicious feeling of her wrapped around him and the erotic sounds coming from her mouth next to his ear. There were no worries of what Natsumi's neighbors would be able to hear as Gaara could feel her walls starting to tense up, squeezing him so tightly against him.

"G-Gaara, I-I'm…!" Her fingers grasped at the little red wisps of hair at the back of his head, something inside of her growing and her core making flip flops and loops within her.

If possible, Gaara picked up his pace, thrusting rapidly against her. Wet skin slapping against one another echoed in their ears.

Seconds later, Natsumi released herself, clenching around Gaara's lovingly. Right before Gaara could breathe, he hastily pulled out of her and shot his own release inadvertently upon her stomach.

They both panted against each other, Natsumi clutching onto Gaara's shoulders and Gaara holding her groggily up against the wall. They remained in their high from the orgasm for the next minute or so, remaining in their embrace.

Gaara pecked butterfly kisses along her shoulder, gently lowering her back on her feet.

"Mm…" She moaned in content at the kisses, closing her eyes in bliss.

He kissed along the junction of her shoulder and neck, trailing upward to her jaw line, and then crossing over to her awaiting lips. They shared another heartwarming passionate kiss before they parted. He leaned his forehead against hers, his eyes also closed in content, and he caressed the soft and wet skin of her waist.

"How did I become so fortunate to be with you?" He mumbled these words, but they were honest words.

She didn't know how to respond, so instead, she enclosed her arms around him, bringing his naked body against her into a loving embrace.

"Come Gaara. I think we've been in here long enough. Let's properly wash and finish up," Natsumi told him with a gentle and warm smile.

Understanding more about how to be affectionate and loving, Gaara took the initiative to wash Natsumi this time. Like she had done, he lathered her up in the soap and assisted in washing her hair with the same jasmine scent that he loved.

His earlier words echoed in her ears as he ran his hands over her body to rinse off the soap. She smiled contentedly, leaning her back against Gaara's chest, and feeling his arms go around her in another embrace. Allowing the warm water (she couldn't believe it was still warm with the amount of time they spent it) to continue running over their bodies, she thought how blessed she was to be with him.

The shower was turned off, and they both dried themselves – Natsumi using her wind abilities to dry her hair. She adorned on a bathrobe and walked to the main living space with Gaara – clad only in the towel around his waist – following after her.

Natsumi moved to prepare some tea, boiling up the water in the kettle.

Gaara opted to look around her apartment once again, his eyes glancing to the bookshelf next to her bed. He stepped over to it, skimming over the various book titles. She had a section of books dedicated to the shinobi way, the history of Sunagakure, and baking. His eyes raised in amusement at the various manga titles across the shelves. That's when his teal irises spotted a modest collection of a best-selling novel series that even he was aware about.

He picked up the first title of the series, scanning the title.

Icha Icha Paradise, written by Jiraiya.

"Oh kami, I can't believe you found that…" A distressed voice said from behind him.

Gaara turned around to find Natsumi holding two tea cups in her hands, an almost ashamed look upon her features.

He raised the book in question to her, eyeing her with a sense of amusement.

Natsumi sighed under her breath, a vexed blush tainting her cheeks. "I confess… I am an avid reader of the Icha Icha series…"

"Why are you ashamed?" Gaara inquired, the amused simper hanging on his lips. "I presume this is where you developed your knowledge on love-making?"

"I suppose…" Natsumi said, averting her gaze when she handed Gaara his mixed-in honey tea. She muttered under her breath, "My own imagination supplied the rest."

"You never cease to surprise me," Gaara tells her, reminding her of when he said this back at the ramen shop. He puts the book back onto the shelf, sipping at his tea. He turned to her, and his eyes trailed to her bathrobe, then, to her long pale legs peeking out from underneath. He noticed she seemed a bit wobbly. "Are you alright after our love-making?"

She offered him a reassuring smile. "I feel great, Gaara. I knew you would be amazing." She leaned up to his ear, whispering huskily, "You can do me any time you want… as many times as you want… as rough as you want… I don't mind walking funny for a couple days."

A deep dark blush appeared on Gaara's cheeks from the implication of her words. He could feel himself tightening again at the images her words produced in his mind.

"Do you want to do it again, Gaara?" Natsumi inquired provocatively in his ear, boldly licking along the shell of his earlobe.

Gaara shuddered at the feeling of her wet tongue along his ear, and he groaned out an affirmative noise that made Natsumi grin in satisfaction.

She took the barely touched tea cup from Gaara's hand and placed his and her cups on the table before turning to Gaara with a suggestive gaze. Gaara stood there as she stalked toward him, untying her bathrobe. She slowly stripped off her bathrobe before him, allowing the article of clothing to fall to her feet. The moonlight filtered through the window behind Gaara, and as soon as Natsumi stepped into the moonlight, her whole body lit up in a glow. Gaara was mesmerized by her beauty under the light, his eyes raking over the curves of her small waist, her luscious hips, her beautifully-shaped breasts, and her long pale legs.

She reached forward, quickly unfastening the towel from around his waist to also pool at his feet. Gently, she pushed him to lay onto her bed, inwardly glad that she had given her virginity to him in the shower or else she would've stained her bedsheets. His skin was now warm against her skin as she hovered above him, lowering her lips to his in another passionate kiss. She ground her hips against his, earning a groan from him through the kiss, and she purposely rubbed her growing wet core against his growing hardened member.

The urge to feel more of her was starting to take over him, and he had a primal desire to turn her over and let loose all over again.

But, she parted from the kiss, locking gazes with him.

Looking somewhat embarrassed, she said tentatively, "There's… a position I would like to try with you…"

"What is it?"

"It's a position where we can enjoy… pleasuring each other…" She trailed off, removing herself from him.

He studied her, wondering what her intentions were. She turned her back to him before repositioning herself over him again, but she had scooted back until she bent down to be level with his penis. He quickly realized that she was hovering her vagina over his face.

Her clitoris was shining with her wetness, and her intoxicating female odor wafted to his nostrils, making his member give another lustful twitch.

When he felt her hand wrap around his member, he started to understand what the purpose of this position was.

She initiated the contact, taking his awaiting member into her mouth and beginning to swirl her tongue around the tip before enveloping as much of his length in. He groaned at her warmth and wetness, bucking his hips at her. She used her other hand to caress his scrotum, her soft skin sending pleasurable tingles throughout his erection and throughout his body.

Not wanting her to feel left out, he reached his hands around her legs – his hands briefly caressing her wonderfully round buttocks – and he used his fingers to spread her nether lips before him. It was a beautiful and arousing sight: her wetness glistening in the moonlight, her odor overfilling his senses, and her twitching clitoris waiting to be cared for. He forced her hips against his face, surprising her, and he devoured the sight.

She cried out against him, her moans vibrating against his shaft and went straight through him, and Gaara wanted her to moan more, to moan louder.

Natsumi tried to concentrate on pleasuring him, her tongue gently massaging and swirling all over his length, tasting his precum and inhaling his musk of arousal.

He enjoyed this position very much – he loved feeling her wet mouth around his erection and he loved tasting her addicting juices at her arousal. They truly were pleasuring each other on a different level from their union.

He started to suck more roughly against her clit, and Natsumi started arching her back, unable to contain herself. She released his member from her mouth, throwing her head back, and coming right unto Gaara's face.

Gaara did not mind. He happily devoured her liquid of arousal to the last drip.

"Gaara, please…" Natsumi whimpered, "Put it inside me…"

A primal roar reverberated in Gaara's chest at Natsumi's submissive plea. Her bottom was in the air, and she was starting to bury her head in the sheets. He maneuvered himself out from under her and stood on his knees on the bed.

"You want me to put it in like this?" He hesitantly asked, referring to their position, touching the tip to his member at her entrance with his hands caressing the skin of her rear.

She moaned at the affectionate touch, and without answering, she reared her bottom backwards, ramming his shaft straight into her core.

There was a mixture of a breathy moan and a guttural groan that echoed in the room.

His hands latched onto her hips, using it as a kind of leverage, as he started to pull back before thrusting back into her. She released another heavy moan, and he started to set a steady pace.

He gritted his teeth at the pleasure coursing through him. This position allowed him to go in so much deeper into her, being embraced by the tightness, warmth and wetness of her core. It was hard for him to hold back his groans at this point as the animal within him roared to go even faster.

"Y-You're so tight…!" He growled out, igniting something within Natsumi's insides. She clenched even tighter, and Gaara felt himself quickening his pace to feel more of the addicting friction between the dance of their intimates.

"Oh, kami…! G-Go faster, Gaara! Harder, please…!" Natsumi started to cry out, burying her face in the sheets and inadvertently lifting her bottom higher into the air.

The new angle sent the redhead close to the edge, his skin slick with sweat as he pounded against her, loving the noise of their skin slapping, the sticky fluids leaking out of her entrance, and the feeling of his scrotum brushing up against her clitoris with each thrust.

He could feel the pressure within him reaching his peak, but he wanted to see her.

With a tremendous amount of effort, he pulled out, earning a whine from his lover. But, before she could make a peep out of her mouth, he had turned her over on her back. He caught her confused gaze but did not say anything further as he spread her legs before him.

He would never get tired of this view: her hair sticking to her neck from the sweat, her chest heaving from her heavy panting, and her entrance gleaming with a mixture of his and her sex juices.

Gaara brought the tip of his penis to her entrance once again, and without holding back, he thrusted into her at a back-breaking pace.

Natsumi cried out, ending with a lust-filled moan escaping her lips. She reached out for him, latching her arms around his neck, and bringing him to crash his lips against hers. His hand found hers, lacing their fingers against the sheets, and they ardently kissed and swirled their tongues in another battle. Her moans were echoing in his mouth, and he couldn't help but thrust particularly rough against her, using his free hand to hold himself up over her.

Her walls were starting to clench around him, and she started to arch her back off the bed, resulting her peaked budding nipples to brush against his chest.

The pressure within their abdomens reached its peak, coiling and boiling to its highest point.

Gaara parted from the kiss, hanging his head at the junction of her neck and shoulder, groaning against her skin. She started to take in a harsh amount of air, an extremely loud and erotic moan leaving her lips.

They came together in one harmonious blending of orgasms.

They rode out their orgasm together, and like earlier, Gaara showered Natsumi's neck and face with butterfly kisses before she turned her own head to meet his lips in a chaste kiss.

"I love you," Natsumi whispered to him, running her fingers through his red hair.

Gaara looked deep into her chocolate brown eyes, offhandedly admiring the way her eyes sparkled in the moonlight, the way her body seemed to fit so perfectly against him, and the way his chest filled with so much comforting warmth that he realized he never wanted to be without it.

He reflected back to his younger self, seeking love but isolating himself from others. Craving for warmth and attention, but he always condoned himself to the desolate cold. Then, he met Naruto, changed his ways. Gaara remembered his wife, Hinata, who had always loved him since they were kids. Her feelings never wavered and always remained strong for Naruto. When they finally joined in matrimony, everyone present at their wedding knew that it was meant to be between them.

Gazing at the woman he held in his arms, he couldn't imagine his life without her. She had never been afraid him, never wavered from her beliefs, and never strayed from his side. Every day for the last five years, she had made his tea, worked with him till the late hours into the night, and even saved his life. Elder Ebizo's words reaffirmed Gaara's resolve, and he finally had the courage to make a decision.

His gaze unwavering from hers, he said with such determination and conviction that it made Natsumi's eyes grow wide in shock.

"Will you make my tea for the rest of our lives together?"

Under normal circumstances, this question may seem like a casual inquiry. But, under the Japanese tradition, the implication of his words almost made Natsumi's heart stop.

"W-What did you say?" Natsumi stammered out, her voice shaking.

He leaned in closer to her features, her reddened face intensifying to the point that heat radiated simply from her cheeks. "I want to taste your tea every day as long as I live. I want to hold you like this every night that we are together. I want you to be at my side for the rest of my days."

"Are you…" Natsumi's lip trembled as she could feel the prickling sensation appear behind her eyes. "Are you asking me to be your wife?"

Gaara nodded. "If you will have me, I vow to love you and only you, and ensure that you are happy every single day that I am alive."

Tears were now forming at her chocolate brown eyes, and she raised a hand to her mouth to cover her jaw-drop shock.

"Are you being serious?" She couldn't help but ask in-between gasps. "Gaara… Are you sure you're not just in the moment? I… I don't want you to settle for someone like me."

"I am not settling," he said firmly, moving his hands to caress her face now. His eyes were so full of purpose and love, she couldn't help but feel like her heart was exploding in her chest. "You are an amazing woman," he told her, his nose mere inches away from hers now. "You are the woman I want to stay by my side. I would be honored if you will have me as your husband."

She couldn't believe this was happening. Natsumi stared wide eyed at him, the tears falling from her eyes, and she realized that he was looking at her tears, a sense of apprehension growing within him.

His gaze started to falter, and he began to lean back. "I understand if you do not want me-"

She did not allow any further words to leave his mouth. She reached up and grabbed the back of his head, crashing their lips together in a fierce but passionate kiss, and this time, she poured all the love she could muster in that one kiss. The kiss left them breathless, and they parted from it to breathe. But, she didn't let him distance too far away from her as she kept her hold at the back of his head, keeping his forehead against hers.

"Yes."

Gaara's teal orbs widened, an immense amount of warmth returning to his eyes. "Yes?"

Natsumi quickly wiped at the tears at her eyes, a grin breaking out onto her features, and she hiccupped out an excited, "Yes, I would love to be your wife."

Now, Gaara's chest exploded with warmth and love, the gap in his heart that he thought would never be filled – filled by a love that he thought he did not deserve. This woman in his arms would stay by his side for the rest of his years, and he couldn't believe how blessed he was to end up where he was now. She promised that she would show and teach him how to love, and he would spend his entire life trying to do the same for her.

Under the moonlight, they shared another passionate kiss, leading into another love-making session, before they finally ended the night, slumbering under the bed sheets, wrapped in each other's arms.