Sealing the Deal

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Gaara gripped the side of her head and gently forced her to look at him. He noticed that her body shook. She was afraid. She was afraid of the pain she knew would come, afraid of what they would do, afraid of having him connect with her, just afraid. But not of him, no, she trusted him entirely, but she didn't always trust herself. He gently licked his lips and his brow drew together as if thinking deeply, then, he lifted his hands up to gently cup her face as understanding flickered in his eyes. He was nervous too. Not afraid, nothing seemed to scare him anymore. Well, according to other people that is. Having the Uchiha touch Sakura in a way that made her scream for rescue scared the living shit out of him. Seeing his sister depressed after a fight with Shikamaru made him scared for her emotional health. And having Sakura willing, but afraid, scared him too. She was confused as to why his actions became so gentle and looked at him with wide eyes. He smiled lightly, trying to silently reassure her that he would make everything right, and everything wonderful, and making a promise to himself that she would learn to love the look of passion and desire when it came from him. He inched closer and she whimpered in confusion. His eyes slid closed as he remembered exactly what he was doing this for. He was doing this for her. To make her fell wanted by someone who really cared for her. Not make her afraid himself. Gently, caringly, lovingly, he touched his lips to hers and them there, savoring her unique flavor and feel, waiting for her to make the next move.

A strange feeling wound its way from her toes to the tips of her finger in the few moments that he had his lips attached to hers. His lips were softer then they might have looked yet the gentle pressure gave them a desirable firmness. She gently added the slightest amount of pressure. Gaara inwardly smirked at her shyness. He lightly parted his lips and ran his tongue over her bottom lip. He got what he wanted and with a little more persuading she opened for him.

He pulled her from the ground and staggered against her to the wall. Her back collided with the hard surface in a soft thud. Distracting her with the kiss his slid his hands down her body, stopping at the hem of her shirt. Breaking their kiss only long enough so he could tear the fabric from her skin. Sakura gasped as the rush of cool air that came over her exposed chest. Surprisingly enough, she wasn't embarrassed by her exposed self and found reassurance in the gentle yet confidant way Gaara began to touch her exposed flesh.

His kisses traveled to her chin and jaw line and she turned her head to side to give him more access. She bit her lip to suppress the moan rising in her throat as he wrapped his arms around her to quickly discard her of her bra. Her breathing became labored and her eyelids felt heavy. He gently nipped at the base of her neck which caused a gasp to escape her lips quickly fallowed by her suppressed moan as he lovingly lick and bite her racing pulse. The feel of his hands of her chest finally registered as he slowly rolled his thumb over a perked nipple. Suddenly her body became hot and she was aware the was not only holding her close to him, which she was perfectly fine with, but he was also working at pulling down the zipper at the back of her skirt. It was just then that she realized that she was Sakura Haruno, the most bass-ass kunoichi ever to step out of Konoha! She would of course let Gaara have his way with her, and would let him do as he pleased, but she was still not one to be outdone.

Bringing her hands up to his chest she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, first the top one, then the second, then the next, then the next. Once she got the first five buttons undone she slipped the shirt over his shoulder. Aiding in her attempt to take off his shirt Gaara removed his hand from her breast just long enough to shrug off his shirt and let it fall to the floor. Using the other hand he pulled the skirt down and leaned back slightly, only far enough to gaze at his beautiful woman. His half naked, beautiful woman. She blushed deeply upon seeing the intense gaze Gaara was giving her. With, without warning Gaara firmly grasped her bottom and lifted her u so he pinned her to the wall with his hips holding her in place. Her hands came up to grip his shoulders to keep her balance and she gasped in surprise. Once in place he grabbed the back of her knees and wrapped her legs around his waist. Sakura let out a deep moan at the contact the position provided. Heat began to coil its way down to the stop where her soft core met deliciously with his firm length. She never knew something could feel so intense, so heated, and so natural. The angle left her taller then him and gave him better access to her breasts. He gave her one last hard, passionate kiss, and then worked his way down her color bone.

While Gaara busied himself in her flesh, Sakura relished the feelings he stirred up inside her. The heat he could create just by wrapping her legs around his waist, the way he kissed her to fan the flames to a higher level, the warm, tingly sensation his kisses left on her skin. And the fact that he was being so gentle, so caring, and so loving in his actions made her chest swell up with such and intense feeling she though she could cry. She desperately ran her hands over his broad shoulders and the plains of his back. She loved the way he shivered under her touch and the way he groaned when she ran her fingers over his neck and through his hair. That sound alone told her that just that simple touch alone gave him some sort of pleasure that he was grateful for. It was the sound her made for her, because she was the one touching him, and just like that, that sound became music to her ears.

He noticed her wandering thoughts and decided to bring her back to reality, his reality. He took her left breast into his hand and rubbed the under side of it with his thumb while he drew the taunt nipple into his mouth. With a staggered, sharp intake of breath fallowed by a throaty moan he knew his actions were not in vain. Her breathing turned labored once again and her breaths came out in quick gasps. Her hands came to grip his hair tightly as her mouth fell open as quiet, breathy moans made their way to Gaara's ears. He caressed the nipple gently with his tongue and rolled it slightly enjoying the way her body shivered under his administrations. Her head fell back against the wall with a soft thud as her eyes slid closed and she moaned and sighed in bliss. Gaara then grabbed her hips while she was yet again distracted and gently pushed up against her. Her eyes shot open at the flare of heat the slight friction provided. He then pulled away as she gasped only to slowly, and far to gently, push against her again. Giving her little tastes and glimpses of what was to come.

Sakura's eyes fluttered closed as Gaara slowly rocked himself against her. The added pressure made her realize just how distracted he could make her. Her lower rejoin ached and burned, but it was surprisingly pleasant. The aching would subside only to return when he pulled away from her. She whimpered in frustration when he stopped his movements, pressed flushed against her, making her painstakingly aware of him. Her soft, moist, hot core was pressed firmly against his hard length. The only thing separating them was her underwear and his house pants. It didn't matter now if she wanted to change her mind, it was going to happen. There was absolutely no way she could hide from it.

He could feel her, he could hear her, he could smell her, and he could practically taste her in the air. She was ready. She was hot, wet, and ready for him. She was moaning and smelling lust, and of woman. She was ready and he wanted her. He was so close to having what was his by right, and once he convinced her of marriage, she would be his by right and by law.

Gaara cupped her face with his hands and drew her head to his for a scorching kiss. She melted in his embrace and wrapped her arms around his neck. He lifted her off the wall and swiftly made his way over to the bed, were he gently laid her down on the plush mattress and drew back to look at her. Her face was flushed; the most beautiful and intoxicating shade of pinkish red. Her arms were cradled around her mid section keeping her breasts enticing and tempting. His hands pressed against her arms and gently pried them away from her body. She reluctantly let him gaze at her fully exposed chest as she looked to the side embarrassed. Not against the wall, no, now lying beneath the man she was sure she loved gazing at her imperfect body with complete adoration. With that simple look she felt exposed, yet safe. Embarrassed, yet full of pride that she was attractive enough to hold his attention. Weak and small, yet powerful enough to bring him to his knees. But most of all it was the look he had when his gaze traveled away from her breast, over her stomach, and to the hem of her panties. His eyes darkened and his lids fell half closed and lightly he licked his lips. The intensity of his gaze made Sakura feel like she was the helpless prey trapped in the gaze of a predator. It made her feel alive, and wanted, and desired.

He bent down to her chest and savored the warmth that so naturally rolled off of her body. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged it playfully, trying to urge him on. His touch was now her drug, and she was quickly becoming addicted. Leaving little kissed on her chest he caressed her sides lovingly. Moaning at the feel of his lips against her skin, she distantly thought about where his kisses were going. He kissed her color bone, going down to her breasts, traveling further to nip and kiss at the underside of her chest, she ran her hands threw his hair and sighed in approval. His kissed went further down to her stomach were he brought his hands up to gently tug at her panty line. The sudden rush of cold air and the feeling of Gaara's kissed going even further still made her realize just what his intensions were. Oh he wouldn't dare! Another kiss landed on her sensitive body, lower then the last. Apparently he would. Sakura was mortified he was doing such a thing. She tried desperately to close her legs but he used his hands to force her legs down and open fro him.

He marveled at the sight before him. His beautiful girl, shy and trying to clamp her legs shut to keep him from seeing her beautiful treasure. Yes, her beautiful untouched treasure that he so desperately wanted to be in. he stopped himself mid thought. All in good time. Looking up at her he shot her a warning glance and reluctantly relaxed her legs as much as they would allow. He leaned in and inhaled. Savoring the sent of her. Sakura whimpered in embarrassment when he stared at her most privet, and on her part most protected part with the most heated and passionate look she had seen yet. His eyes half lidded, his lips slightly parted and his breathing low and shallow. Without warning he dipped his head down, and ran his tongue lightly over her soft skin slick with her won passion. A throaty moan escaped her lips of own accord. It wasn't the actual sensation the act offered, although that was quite pleasant, it was more the fact that Gaara was doing this to her, bringing her these new feelings. Her hips slightly moved as he stroked her again, this time with a little more pressure. Her hands moved down her body and stopped just above her stomach, not sure what to do with them entirely. Once more he firmly ran his tongue over her with a little more confidence and went a little higher. And in doing so he found the little bundle of nerves. Her sharp intake of breath at the wave of sensual heat that washed over her body and the way her hips rose suddenly to bring him closer to her only proved he found what he was looking for. He repeated his actions again, reaching down to caress her legs lovingly; he flicked his tongue against the small bead gently, knowing full well that it was highly sensitive the last thing he wanted to do was be too rough with her and end up hurting her. Sakura moaned again and her hands busied themselves in his hair by intertwining themselves in his thick crimson locks. Pulling and running her fingers through them, egging him on and marveling at the way she could feel his lips curl against her, the way that when she ran her fingers through his hair and over the back of his neck his teeth would come out as she hissed in enjoyment at her small administrations. Her movement ended up subconsciously timing themselves with the ripples of warmth and sensation that washed over body. Her hips moved in time with his tongue as she moaned and cooed in content with his work. But he was far from done, far from done. Reaching his hands to the back of her knees he hoisted her legs over to bend over his shoulders sending him closer to her delicious warmth.

Gasping Sakura fisted her hands in his hair and threw her head back as the angle allowed him to draw the sensitive bud lightly into his mouth and lap at it lightly with his tongue and ever so gently scrape his teeth around it. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her mouth came open. Breathy moans her lips as her voice rose in pitch.

The heat between her legs began to intensify and wound itself into a ball in the pit of her passion. She had gotten herself off before, it was natural and normal, but this, was something else entirely. Her body writhed under his and he could tell that she was nearing her release. He wanted her first orgasm to be from them joining, but he knew that losing ones virginity when a girl was painful, so he wanted to give her something to remember and look forward to when having to deal with that accursed, inevitable pain that he would cause her and she was afraid to endure. He inched away from her core and he could tell she was begging for release. He whipped his mouth and quickly crawled up her body listening to her sounds of distress and confusion as to why he stopped. When he came face to face with her again he gave her a smile and swiftly ran his hand back between her legs and stroked her wet folds. She closed her eyes and sighed, loving the way he touched her.

He leaned in and swallowed her moan as he dipped a finger into her hot cavern that he longed so desperately to be in. pulling out he added another and she slightly winced at the larder size, but forced herself to deal with it. He groaned when she ran her fingers through his hair and dragged her hand across his back trying desperately to find something other then hair to hold onto. Using his free hand he pried her arm from around his neck and ran his hand down her arm until he reached her hand. She wanted something to hold onto and he gave her his hand. She gripped it gratefully and somehow, felt more connected to him by this simple gesture. His fingers worked magic on her heated core as his thumb rolled over her bundle of nerves and he took his opportunity to dive his tongue into her mouth as she gasped out a moan, inviting hers to dance with his. After he could feel he winding tighter and tighter he detached his mouth from hers and went to lightly bite at the base of her pulse, careful not to leave a mark so that she would have to hide it. With one last push, and one last gentle rub, she fell over the edge and her soft cries of delight reached his ears and he felt his male pride swell to dangerous heights. Falling down, drowning in her climax, waves of pleasure washed over her, pulsating within her, her hips moving in time with the ripples of sensation as she rode her high in udder bliss. During this time she was fully aware of the man above her, watching her in her most personal moment, giving that moment to her out of his own graciousness. As her moans decreased and her eyes stayed closed, but more relaxed now, Gaara moved swiftly to the floor to rid himself of his loose fitting pants. Letting them fall carelessly to the floor he climbed back on top of her and reached for her hand. He weaved his fingers through her smaller ones and cherished the way her smooth hand felt in his larger calloused one, it of course being this way after years of controlling sand, naturally making his hands rough and strong.

Opening her eyes she looked at him, aware of his lack of clothing, aware of him naked on top of her, aware of her naked beneath him, and aware of the rising fear in the anticipation for what was to come next. She loved him. He bent down to capture her lips in a soft and loving kiss. Yes, loving. Not the other ones though. This one was different. He was pouring his love and feelings into the kiss, letting her know how sorry he was for the pain he would cause her, letting her know how much he cherished her in his once boring life trapped in the routine of meetings and paperwork. Letting her know he loved her. And at her realization of this, the kiss took a sharp turn to go rougher, as if telling her that she loved him too. And at that moment she knew more then ever that she did. These feeling were because of the cold, dark, mysterious man above her. The man that yelled and brooded, and barked his order, who was firm believer in kill or be killed. The one man who could hold his head high with all these traits and still is brought to his knees by her simple touch. Yes. This man, this monster, her monster, she loved him.

Releasing her hand from his grip she moved them to the back of his neck and they shook as she lightly ran the down his neck to the smooth skin of his chest. A low rumble sounded within his chest that she might have mistaken for a growl. Her hands still shook from coming down from her high he so generously gave her and from the nervousness she felt about the act she wanted to do for him. Wanting to repay the favor of a high like she had, her hands wandered lower on his body gliding over his toned abdomen. Feeling her hands travel lower on his body his breath hitched. He had no problems with what she was trying to do, but he could tell she was unsure with her actions. He wasn't going to let her do this, not tonight at least. Putting his weight on his knees he caught her hands in his and pulled them to his chest and kept then there, cradling them in his own. Inwardly smirking at her confusion he brought her hands up to his lips and placed a small kiss on each of her fingers. She gasped at the affectionate display and blushed deeper, her eyebrows pulling together as he trailed kissed down to her palm, and her wrist, to her arm, then up to her shoulder until he met with her neck. Sliding his lips along till he reached her ear Sakura felt the flickering flames of arousal once again at his slow affectionate actions.

"Not tonight," he said with his husky voice. Sakura was taken aback. It was the first thing either of them had said throughout this entire ordeal. He kissed the hallow under her ear and it sent little shivers down her spine. "To night is all about you."

She smiled to him, grateful that he thought of her comfort over his please. Although, he did get a twisted sort of pleasure himself when pleasing the woman beneath him. She cupped his face in her hands and he closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. Her thumb stroked his cheek and he would have been completely content with staying like that. But of course, his physical needs just had to rear their ugly head and made him painstakingly aware of how much he needed her. He burned and ached, his member begging to be fully buried deep within this beautiful woman. And at this point, he had no choice but to comply.

He leaned down again and kissed her once, warning her to brace herself. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kills as her heart rate sped up, thumping in her chest and in her ears. Moving his hands to her thighs, he gently lifted the up and over his hips and positioned himself at her entrance. The feeling of the heat that rolled off of her body sent shivers of anticipation up her spine. His mouth left hers to bury his face in her neck. He silently prayed it wouldn't hurt her too much, she held onto him, and nodded.

At first, the sensation wasn't that painful, more like highly awkward and uncomfortable. But she knew that was going to hurt, and soon after she pushed himself in farther, it did. A lot. She felt so snugly stretched she thought she might tare. Wincing she bit her lips so not to cry out in pain as he slid deeper. The feeling got more awkward for her as she felt him filling her up and stretching her. He paused when he reached her barrier, kissed her neck lovingly, and pushed through with one final thrust. He brought his head up to leave little kisses along her chin and jaw as she winced and whimpered at the pain of being broken, stretched, and filled. She clawed at his shoulders and his hair, listening helplessly to his quiet words of reassurance; she tried to take her mind off of the seemingly endless pain between the sensitive spot between her legs. She thought of just moments ago when she floated on the clouds of ecstasy with him.

Her thoughts were cut short as Gaara buried his face in her neck once again and breathed sharply, trying to contain herself. It was becoming increasingly difficult to be in the place he had in fact been guilty of thinking about for the past few months and keep still. It was hard to have her beneath him, warm, naked, and willing and not move in order to give her time to adjust and get used to the feeling of having him inside of her. And it was impossible to hear her muffled cries of pain that he caused in this so called beautiful act. He stayed painstakingly still inside of her, waiting for her to adjust.

When the burning started to slowly subside the gripping and clawing at his hair and shoulder ceased for the most part. She gently tugged on his hair, silently telling him to continue, not quite ready herself, but knowing full well that he needed his own release more then she need an extra five minutes to fully adjust. The tug on his hair caused to move slightly and sent a tiny pin prick of energy through her body. It was gone as quickly as it had come. As he moved to better position himself the slight shift in her core sent bots of pain with and underlying tingle through her body. A whimper escaped her lips and made its way to Gaara's ears. Taking this as his que to continue, he shifted his eight again and pulled out slightly, only to gently push himself back in. the heat that was traped in his body began to break apart from its tightly wound state and he felt a wave wash gently over him. Although, controlling himself was a little easier said then done. She was tight, amazingly so. Just staying motionless inside of her was already rendering him weak and needy. She still needed to stretch farther for her to be comfortable though.

He repeated his action again and again until he was sure that the sensation wasn't completely horrible for her. And it wasn't. After all it was what she as a woman was made for. The way that he rocked lightly against her, breathing in labored puffs in her ear, holding her to his body with his arms wound around her waist, and the way her hips seemed to perfectly cradle his seemed to melt away the pain, one little push at a time. The feeling of being full was still quite awkward and would indeed take some getting used too, but as long as she was helping his reach his blissful state like he done for her she was fine with the strange and foreign sensation. She pulled her legs together over his hips and gasped in a sort of painful pleaser as the angle sent him sliding just a tad deeper. A quiet moan escaped when he rotated his hips in a slow circular pattern, his torso lightly brushing up against her little bundle of nerves. She could feel a faint tension building yet again. It was no where near as intense as her first one, but she knew that that was to be expected. It was still pleasant to say the least. Gaara began to build up his pace and pushed inside of her a little harder, his body forcing him to work harder and faster for his own release. Sakura whimpered at this change but took it with pride. Gaara was one of the most sought after bachelor in the wind nation, and here she was, only really dating him for a week and already making love with him. The thought struck a painful cord in her heart though. Only dating for a week and they were already having sex? It was much too late to go back, but she always thought she would be the type to wait. But they had really been "interested" in each other for years, just never getting the nerve or confidence to come out with it, in a fear of being wrong perhaps. So it couldn't be all bad. Not with the way she was putting up with this horrid pain, and annoying awkwardness for his sake alone, and not with the way he held her gently and tried his best to keep it as painless as he possibly could. No, they loved each other, they did. They just got off on a better foot them most couples, which had lead up to their current circumstance.

And in their current circumstance, Gaara rolled his hips in just the right way to rub against the spot within Sakura that made the pain away for the split second. She gasped and shifted under involuntarily. Gaara took this as a good thing and repeated his action, pressing on her sweet spot once more. He was running out of time to please her through their intercourse. He was rapidly coming closer to that edge he just wanted to hurl himself over. She still wasn't there though. In a last ditch effort to give her some more pleasure he moved his hand down to were their bodied connected and stroked her once again. She face flushed and her mouth fell agape with a silent moan. He eyes slid closed and started to lightly move her hips with his. To him, at that moment, she was the incarnation of passion and beauty.

And at that moment, that was enough. His body went ridged, the hard ball of heat shattered and the fragments scattered throughout his body, melting wherever they fell. His mouth fell slightly open as his own silent groan fell from his lips. Sakura gasped once again as she felt herself being filled to the brim. The warm sensation wasn't as pleasant as her corny romance novels made it sound. Once again, it was awkward, almost like she was weighed down by some internal heaviness. But she paid it no further mind and instead reached out for the man in from of her. He grabbed her hand in his when she cupped his face. She drew him down to her and kissed him as hard as her weakened, shaken, and tired body would allow her to muster. He eagerly returned the kiss as he lifted himself up and slowly pulled out of her, loving the way she whimpered and sensation, and she way she sighed release and content when he rolled to her said and gathered her in his arms. He put his arm around her neck and messed absentmindedly with her hair as she tried her best to find a comfortable position for her lower rejoin. Once comfortable she settled her head on his chest and listed to the deep and erratic thumping of his heart against his chest. The whole ordeal of the morning, the afternoon and now the might had left her exhausted and Gaara couldn't say any different. The sun was setting as the new night of the festivals began outside the Sabaku house. The chilly night air was making its way across the floor and floating on the bed with the two exhausted lovers. The cool night air was the only thing making it bearable for their firry and sweaty bodied to be touching at the moment actually.

Gaara smiled to himself in his own smug satisfaction and kissed the top of her head before burying his nose in her rosy locks. His breath ticked her still sensitive skin and wiggled slightly as she tried to stifle a giggle. A gust of chilly air blew through the open window and she snuggled closer to Gaara as the last dew rays of sun dipped over the horizon.

"I love you Sakura," he said quietly, sincerely. "I guess I always have," his voice was light, as if he only just discovered how far back his strong emotion for this wonderful woman actually went.

Sakura choked out what seemed to be a laugh coupled with a tiny sob. She nodded her head and held him closer.

"I love you too Gaara," he said with her shaky voice. "And believe me, I know exactly how you feel," she said with a small laugh.

He pulled her close and mumbled something about her needing some sleep after the long day. She nodded her head. "Alright fine," she said with a yawn. "But only if you promise to take to the festivals tomorrow," she said with a voice she meant to have been stern.

Gaara laughed quietly and agreed. "Okay, I guess Temari will upset we missed two night already," he said with a distant tone in his voice.

"Yeah, and that's entirely your fault," she mumbled groggily.

Gaara quickly whipped his face to look at her with a confused look. Tonight wasn't my fault!" he whined.

"Oh yes it is!" she countered playfully. "It's all that kissing your so good at, you think I'm just supposed to sit back and ignore that?" she asked in a light yawn.

Gaara laughed at this and kissed her head again before smoothing her hair. He gave a smug smirk and replied. "As long as it keeps you around," he mumbled as he listened to her even breathing as she drifted off into sleep, with him fallowing not far behind.

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And there you go! Its done! Not my story just the Lemon part of it! Goodness it's getting late for a school night! Either way I hope it was to your liking. I spent like three hours on this and its been buggin me to say this.

REAL LIFE DOES NOT HAPPEN LIKE IT DOES IN BOOKD OR STORIES! Whew! Glad to get that off me chest. But seriously though, especially in this chapter I tried to make it entertaining, but also realistic. I don't like stories where the girl pops her cherry and it's just amazing from the get go! IT'S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL! I mean I think I everyone knows that it hurts, and if it didn't for you well then that's fine but at least write something believable! But anyway there's my rant. I just had to say it because very very very very few relationships happen this in depth and lovingly all in not even a week!

But anyway!

I love you guys so much for sticking with me when I kinda bailed for a while! Thank you so much for reading and giving me reviews. And even if you didn't write reviews, (Which you should *wink* *wink*) thank you for reading it and (hopefully) loving it!

There will be more to come!

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