A/N: Because I always imagined Gaara to be a scratcher.
Sorry for the delay, my Imagination Train ran into a rather solid steel wall and went out of commission. For a few months. (Which is a stupid attempt at saying "WRITER'S BLOCK NEEDS TO ****ING BURN IN HELL AND NEVER ****ING BOTHER ME AGAIN! AAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!!" …So yeah.)
-feebly holds up white flag-
Dream
The first time they kiss, it feels like a dream. After all, "they" should never have worked. He was too bright, energetic, and he was quiet and icy.
But they managed, somehow, and Lee has finally stopped pinching himself- just to make sure, of course.
Besides, Gaara's nails digging into his back as they make passionate love are enough to tell him that no, he's not dreaming.
It'd be a nightmare if he were, because he loves this reality so much.
Ahahaha. Crappy pun there at the end.
By the way, if there are any themes you want me to write about, please, please tell me. It might make fewer arrows hit my Muse, whom I need to write properly. You never want to see the crap I write when un-inspired.
I'll just shut up now, mkay?