Sorry it's been so long since I've updated. I'd gotten a job, had surgery, and now my internet is being a total bitch. I just realized that, while looking through the last nine chapters, I am the QUEEN of SAPPY SPEECHES!!! I totally didn't mean for that to happen but... I guess deep down... at least when it comes to Gaara-san, I am a sappy kinda person. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I don't own the Naruto plot-line but... I got a Gaara plushie! So I kinda own him!! hugs plushie Gaara

Chapter 10: Sweet Dreams and Promises

I love to dream. Nightmares are acceptable but not every night. And day, in Gaara's case. But there's one type of nightmare that I've never been able to handle-- one with pain. When you sleep, your body supposedly numbs and paralyzes itself to keep you from acting out your dream/nightmare. However, while you lie in your bed safe and sound, that pain that sometimes arises makes you realise just how "safe" you really are.

I was running. From what, I didn't know. Nor did I care. All that went through my mind was... it burned. At first, whatever I ran from was nice... I didn't want to stay away. I was like a moth to a flame. Then, suddenly, that wonderful feeling melted away as a hot, burning sensation flooded over me... and I knew I couldn't stay. So I didn't. And whatever it was followed me. Chased me. Stalked me. Blood wasn't the only think that coursed through my veins. Fear struck a cord throughout my body as I knew that the upcoming pain would be great... and I didn't know if I could handle it on my own. No... not alone. Not by myself...

"No!" I shouted, jerking up into a siting position. And taking Gaara, who had been holding me, with me.

Gaara asked, "What's wrong, Deserai? You were whimpering and groaning loud enough to wake the dead." He was still holding onto me but his grip was stronger.

And then came the tears. I practically flung myself at him, my face buried into his chest as I cried my leftover fear into his warm skin. Then I pulled away, blushing. He was shirtless! And, boy, was he FINE!! "I-I'm sorry... it's not you... I've just never..."

"Cried into a man's chest before?" Gaara finished my sentance and I nodded, blushing even darker.

To my utter surprise, he gave a small smile, bare traces of a blush scattered across his cheekbones.

My eyes widened at the sight and a gasp was wretched from my throat when he drew an arm tightly around my torso and pulled me back into his tan chest. "I think I like you here... you're so nice and warm..." When my tears poured over, he quickly said, "That was supposed to be a compliment. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry."

I shook my head. "Not you... my dream."

"But a dream isn't real..."

"But it is a message from your subconscious. Your wishes, your needs... your fears. Besides, my dream held so much pain that I actually felt it. At first, everything was okay... but then... a burning sensation overcame me. I ran away and whatever it was started chasing me. I was so scared..." I clung to him as the tears came faster. And I felt his embrace tighten around me.

He sighed. "Your night hours are filled with pain... today will be a wonderful dream... from which you will awaken frm in the morning."

"What?" I asked, looking up into his gorgeous eyes.

Gaara smirked at me. "I don't plan on letting you sleep, Deserai. The only way you will is if I fuck you unconscious, which I will."

A cherry couldn't have been redder than my cheeks. And i buried my blazing face into his chest. Embarrassed-- far too embarrassed to give him a light glare for doing that to me-- I breathed in his scent. I smelled the desert... and a brief hint of sandlewood. It was masculine with a dab of femininity in it. "You smell wonderful..." I mumbled into his chest.

"I do?" he asked softly. When I nodded, he said, "Just wait until tonight... when out scents mix together.It's going to drive you crazy."

"And you..."

"I don't deny that one bit. I want to be drunk on your scent and the sight of you under me as I pound into your tight tunnel."

"Where do you come up with this stuff?"

"Magazines. Kankuro--."

"Ahh... say no more. I think I know what kind of "magazines" he gave you. Just what the world needs..."

"What?"

"Huh?"

"What does the world need?"

"Oh. A pervert with a stack of porn at his beck-and-call."

"The world doesn't need that."

"... it was sarcasm, Gaara."

The look he gave me was priceless so I laughed at it. Two seconds later, we were outside and he raised the sand up to reveal a large bunch of sinful magazines. "See?"

"Yeah. But why did you show me them?"

"I want to look at them and thought that you might as well see what we could do tonight." He picked up a bunch and we reappeared in his room. Sand travels fast, no?

While we were outside, the sun was just peaking up over the horizon. It was around 5:30 in the morning.

"Um, does Kankuro or Temari wake you up in the morning?" I asked shyly. God knows I DIDN'T want to get caught in a room with GAARA and a huge stack of PORN!

"No, but Temari cooks breakfast at eight."

Fear struck me like lightning when I heard that. "Um... I'll cook. I think it would be safer if I do than... not." Even though I was obviously slamming her cooking, I still tried to be nice about it.

Gaara hugged me tightly , his face in the crook of my neck. "And maybe you could teach her not to use three tubes of wasabe on eggs?" I had a feeling that if he was like normal boys, he would be crying in gratitude and hopefullness. Boy, am I glad he's not normal... if there really was such a thing as normal.

"I'll teach her everything I can but..."

"But what? What's wrong?" There was concern in his voice. Concern... and slight panic.

"Well, I cook using my senses. If I think something needs something, I put it in. I rarily use recipes so... I'm going to have to train her senses first. I might need you and Kankuro to help me convince her to improve. And by "convince", I mean "force"."

He nodded. "Granted. I know that we'll help in any way possible so long as we know that at the end of this mission there is a good meal for us."

"Are boys always hungry or do girls conserve their food energy better?" I asked, laughing.

He pulled me closer and whispered into my eat, "You'll be glad for my appetite when I am drinking in your juices, my sweet Deserai."

A gasp brooke through my lips when I felt Gaara's moist tongue flick the tender flesh just behind my earlobe. And I became hot once more, my body tingling with the excitement rushing through my veins. "Gaara..." I moaned.

He replied with a chuckle and pushed me back on the bed. "We'll sleep in... go back to sleep."

I knew he would just stay awake and look at porn so I said, "But you were going to show me these..."

Gaara chuckled, "Then let your "education" begin, innocent-Deserai-who-shall-soon-be-mine."