A/N: Me no own Naruto!
Fight 10: Control
Gaara was fighting his vocal cords as Sakura danced against him. She'd been grinding against him for several minutes now and he was quickly losing control. He could feel the groan in his throat fighting for release. However, he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of hearing his reaction to her erotic movements. Instead, he let it out as a soft sigh over her shoulders as he moved against her, his chest to her back and his hands on her hips. Her arms were snaked up around his neck, her fingers curled in his hair. His mouth was skimming her neck and shoulder, where her shirt was sagging.
Sakura was enjoying herself more than she ever had. There was something about this man…this quiet, seemingly emotionless fighter drew her in ways no man ever had. Her body wanted his, her heart cried out for him, and her mind…her mind told her this would be a good match. Her against him, one on one, in bed. She felt her cheeks heat up at the thought and reveled in her attraction to him. It was rather obvious to everyone around them, so there was no need to hide it.
She smiled and started moving against him in a way that could only be taken as seductive. She wanted him and she was letting him know it too. She rubbed herself against him and then turned, her chest against his. She felt his gasp at the sudden contact and smiled up at him. She hiked one leg so that it was around his waist and raked her nails over his scalp and down his neck. She felt him shudder and a growl vibrated through his chest and into hers.
She smiled, her pouty mouth coming up to his neck and lightly kissing it. She knew any lipstick she had on would show up on that pale skin of his. If she had her way, lipstick wouldn't be the only mark on his neck. As if reading her mind, he brought his head up and looked at her. She saw desire in those intense jade eyes…a yearning for something more. She smiled and pressed closer to him. "If you want me, you'll have to prove you can handle me." she whispered in his ear. She felt the answering rumble and smiled. She then leaned back so far that only their hips and thighs were still touching.
He did groan then, very low. He looked at her as she brought her upper body back up, her face flushed from blood rushing to it. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from tossing her over his shoulder and hauling her out to his car and taking her there. He looked up just in time to see Neji following Tenten down the stairs at a distance, the silver eyed male's interest was just as obvious as Gaara's attraction to Sakura. Gaara smirked and leaned over to her.
"Perhaps we should continue this in a private setting. Your friends are getting quite a show from us." Sakura casually looked up and noticed Genma was gawking at them and Shizune's eyes were narrowed. Sakura smiled and decided to give the girl a little nudge. Sakura broke away from Gaara, only to dance up to him from behind. Gaara stiffened as he wondered what she was doing. He felt her hands on his back, snaking over his sides to his chest and abs. She was caressing him, dancing against him at the same time.
He suddenly gasped and almost doubled over when Sakura slid both her hands in his front pockets, cupping him. His head fell back and he noticed the blushing Shizune looking down on them. He growled and looked over into laughing emerald eyes. He managed to catch his breath and he hissed at her. "What do you think you're doing?" She smiled at him and nipped his neck, making him growl again.
"It's called a pocket job, honey. Now be a good boy and control yourself. I want to show Shizune how you go about seducing a man." Gaara growled, feeling thoroughly used. However, when she licked his neck and moaned against him, he realized she was doing this for herself as well.
"Fucking tease…" he panted, his hands gripping her thighs. She giggled huskily in his ear and moaned again as she felt him pulse against her hand. Thankfully her hands kept his rigid member hidden from curious onlookers. Her sleeves hid the location of her hands, so it looked like her hands were on his hips and she was teasing him by rubbing against his back. Gaara heard several guys mutter 'lucky bastard' and he thought them very wrong at that moment. He wasn't lucky to be getting molested in front of an audience.
Sakura purred against his ear, but regardless he still heard a slight ripping sound. The music turned to a more techno beat and Sakura took the opportunity to guide her helpless partner into the more shadowy portions of the club. Content that Shizune had gotten the message, Sakura snaked her hands through the holes she'd ripped in his pockets. She felt Gaara jump as he felt her skin against his. When she finally touched him, he choked on a yell. She pressed her mouth tightly against his, the side of his head resting on her shoulder.
Sakura knew she couldn't play this game much longer. He'd release soon if she tried, and that would end in disaster. However, if she left him like this for long, he would become angry at her. Instead, she decided to entice him and make him think waiting was his idea. "Mmmmm…I'm going to make you scream…here and now, in front of all these people. I'm going to make you cum until you can't think straight." She whispered huskily in his ear. She felt him stiffen and knew she'd gotten it right.
She felt his hands on her arms and he pulled them out of his pockets. He groaned when he did, but he wasn't about to let her embarrass him in front of all these people. He stepped away from her and before she knew it, he had her pinned to the wall. He was nipping at her neck and grinding his overexcited member against her through his barely concealing pants. Sakura moaned at the feeling. She knew it wouldn't be long before he'd want to go further. She'd done her job so well, there was no way he could fight her.
She moaned in his ear, enticing him further. She felt him chuckle against her and she wondered what he found so humorous at a moment like this. He shared his musing with her. "So this is why you kept telling me your mom was staying in the hospital all night. You've been planning this…fuck…" She felt him roll his hips against hers and she smiled.
"Perceptive as always. I've been watching you since you started. I was attracted to you then, but as I said, I have other things I have to complete before I can get what I want. However, since you're so conveniently here…and you owe me…" Her suggestive tone ripped a groan from his throat.
"You keep cock teasing me and I'm not going to be able to control myself." He looked at her as she giggled huskily. Her eyes were hooded as she regarded him.
"The infamous Crimson Reaper losing control? Perhaps that's something worth seeing. In the ring you're always so in control." She leaned in and let her lips brush his ear. "I'd love to see all that power and control in my bed." She felt his hands tighten on her. She looked into his eyes and found liquid jade eyes staring at her intently. She shivered under that gaze.
He growled against her ear as he lifted one of her legs and wrapped it around his waist. He put his hands on either side of her and ground himself against her aggressively. He smirked when she gasped and he buried his face into her neck as he gave another thrust. He panted as he squeezed his eyes shut tightly, trying to reign in his lust. He wanted her…badly. He wanted her like he'd never wanted anything else. But he knew now was not the right time to do this. He had things to do before he got involved in a relationship this consuming. And he had no doubts a relationship with this woman would be consuming. She already consumed every thought in his head and drove his every instinct wild.
With a sigh he pulled back, looking into her eyes. He could see desire, confusion, and…something else. Was that vulnerability? He groaned and wound his hand in her hair. He pulled her lips to his and kissed her so hard he was sure she'd protest. However, she just moaned and took everything he had to give her. He kissed her hungrily, telling her without words he was definitely interested in her. When he could no longer breath, he pulled back, panting.
"Control is not something I'd have in bed with you…you have a tendency to destroy that with a mere touch." he whispered to her. She giggled lightly and ran her nails up his arms. With a smirk, she pulled him back out on the dance floor, this time their moves were purely for each other, not for show.