A/N: Okay, this is why I put M for the rating. A few of you have been asking for it, but even so, I am giving fair warning. For those of you who don't want to read about sex, skip this chapter. The next one will resume normal plot mode, and the story will still make perfect sense even if you skip this. It's just a matter of detail. I am giving you a choice.

Make your choice wisely.

If you are going to skip this chapter, close the page now.

Seriously.

Five, four, three, two, one...

Action.

He pulled her against him roughly, kissing her with every ounce of need he felt, and this time she responded. Her hands settled on his strong shoulders, and when he moved his lips against hers and felt her mouth open willingly, he couldn't hold back the groan of long-awaited triumph. She tasted sweet as he explored her mouth with his tongue. She uttered a small, surprised moan, fingers finding purchase in the fabric of his shirt, clenching it tightly.

"Wait," she pulled away to whisper.

"Never," was all he could growl as he claimed her mouth as his own. He would kiss her until she could no longer speak, until every exhale contained his name, until breathing was secondary on her mind to him.

But she pulled away yet again, turning her face away from him. For a moment, he wondered how she could, before remembering that she too was a ninja. No matter. He improvised, latching his lips to her neck, biting and sucking and licking.

"Gaara, we're on a roof."

"So?" He breathed the word against her skin, so as to pause as little as necessary from his ministrations.

"So," she let out a light moan, "we'll roll off if we..."

She chuckled, and as he held her in his arms by her waist, with her still clinging to his shoulders, he realized she had a point. He made sure his grip on her was firm and jumped off the roof, catching the edge of it with one hand and swinging onto the small balcony of her apartment.

"My place?" she asked with a frown.

"The Jonin bodyguards are posted outside of mine," he reminded her shortly.

"Ah, right."

He didn't let her get out another word, walking her backwards into the apartment. Luckily, the door from the balcony led to her bedroom. The backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed and she fell back, taking him with her. When he fell on top of her, body pressed against hers, the sensations overwhelmed him for a moment and he had to stop kissing her in order to breathe properly. Both were panting as she took the lapse in action to gasp out, "Gaara, are we really going to...?"

He glanced her face sharply. "You're regretting this."

"I'm not regretting, Gaara, stop putting words in my mouth—"

"Then what's the problem?"

"You've never...done this before, have you?"

Gaara's green eyes narrowed immediately. "You have."

"Now, Gaara, hold on, before you get angry—"

"Who was it? Tell me! I'll rip him in half—"

"And that's why I'm not going to tell you," she said firmly. "Please, just calm down."

"Do you still remember him? Remember his name? His face?"

Confused by the questions, her eyebrows knitted together. "Of course, why wouldn't I?"

Gaara uttered a predatory growl. "I will make you forget. I will satisfy you until his memory is gone completely."

He ripped the simple white top from her frame, nearly grinning as he realized she wasn't wearing a bra. When something flashed in her face—he was frightening her, he realized, he had never frightened her—he kissed her. Her body relaxed beneath him as their tongues danced, her deft fingers skillfully ridding him of his shirt. He sat up only long enough to toss the shirt away, and when he leaned down again, her small, soft hands lightly traced the muscles on his back. They trailed along his shoulder blades, down his spine, around the front to touch his chest, his abs, his collarbone—Gaara let loose another groan. Where her fingers touched his bare skin made fire boil in his veins, and he pressed his unclothed chest to hers, desperate to get more of the feeling.

He kissed and nipped at her neck, down to her collarbone, where he hesitated before making his way back up to her lips. It was a short, brief hesitation, but Emi caught it. He wanted to please her so badly that he was terrified of doing the wrong thing, and so he stuck to what he knew gave him a reaction: touching her breasts and kissing her. She knew that he was aware of what to do if his hand drifted lower, but he was keeping them where they were—he probably didn't want to rush things.

"Gaara," she whispered. "Let me help you."

He tensed up considerably at the suggestion and harshly ground out, "No. I will do this on my own, Emi."

"But—"

"I will be your best, and I will do it without your assistance, and that will make me your best."

"Advice then," she placated. His hand tweaked her nipple again and her hips rose from the bed jerkily. "Advice, not help."

He slowed his movements, looking at her. "I'm listening."

"You know what to do with your hands." She gasped as the fingers of his right hand traveled down to trace circles above the edge of her sleep shorts. "You can use your tongue to do the same things."

If the boy had had eyebrows, they would have raised. "Really?" he murmured. "Interesting..."

She cried out as his tongue began to play with her nipple, and when it was hard, he switched to the other one. She couldn't help but squirm underneath him.

"More..." She bit her lip even as the word escaped her lips.

"I heard that," he said, low and gravelly.

He removed her shorts quickly, then languorously began to slide her underwear off her body. She pushed her hips up toward him again, hoping that would hurry him along, and his self-control slipped. The underwear tore as he removed it and spread her legs, pushing a finger into her. She moaned, hands searching for something to hold onto, or perhaps for a pillow to muffle herself. He watched her reaction carefully, trying to find that spot he knew he'd found at least once before—

"Gaara!"

There it was. He slid another finger in, carefully trying to hit that spot, and then he thought about her comment regarding his tongue. He looked down at where his fingers were and thought, I wonder...

Emi had done a decent job at stifling her moans, even with his fingers going at a steady pace inside of her. She pushed her hips to meet them, and then suddenly, all her effort to be quiet was wasted as she felt something hot and wet slide across her most sensitive area. Oh shit... The teenage boy was taking her advice. His tongue licked her slowly in time as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, and if those sensations weren't enough to make her overload, his left hand was still toying with her nipple.

"Oh..." she moaned, fingers threading in his red hair. "How are you...ah...so good..."

He thrust his fingers harder, tongue going faster, and suddenly with a high-pitched moan she came. She released his hair, arms out to her sides, panting, and he sat up with a satisfied smirk on his face as he seductively licked his lips and chin. "I'm a fast learner."

Her gaze narrowed. "If you get cocky..." Her hands dipped into his pants and his mind went blank with bliss as she touched him right where he wanted. She wrapped her hand around the length of him, stroking slowly, lethargically, as if she wasn't driving him insane with desire. Then, suddenly, she squeezed in a manner that was decidedly not pleasant and actually rather painful. "I'll remove it."

"I'm not cocky," he said, albeit rather quickly. "I use your reactions to find out what you like, how and where you need to be touched. I just want you to feel good, Emi." He kissed her and then whispered in her ear, "I want to be the one to make you feel good."

Emi merely stared at the boy above her in shock for a moment. No man, no person, had ever been in tune with her, had ever even tried to pay attention to what she liked or wanted. Whether sexually or in a friendship, it had always been about the other person.

He continued to kiss her until all was forgiven. The hand in his pants retracted, to which he protested animatedly, but all protesting was cut short when she threw him a saucy wink and removed his last two items of clothing, pants and boxers alike. Shoes had already been kicked off at some earlier point, and now, stark naked, the two continued to make a tangled, wrinkled mess of Emi's sheets.

She moaned again loudly as she felt his hardness against her thigh. He knew that she was ready for him, but...

"Tell me you want it, Emi. Tell me."

"Cruel bastard..."

"We both know you don't mean that. I need to hear you say it." His mouth again found her breast, fingers dipping back into her core.

As she writhed against him, she said, "If you don't get in me, I'll just get on top."

His eyes flashed and he found himself grinning. "Intriguing proposition."

"Damn it, Gaara—" She pushed on his chest, scowling at the lack of control she had in this situation, and his self-control didn't just slip. It broke completely.

"I'll have you begging for me." Sand from his discarded gourd in the corner of her room began to curl towards her, forming around her wrists and locking them together over her head.

She opened her mouth to spit back some kind of retort, but all that came out was a loud moan as he thrust into her in one smooth motion. He filled her and she struggled for breath as she got used to the feeling. Holy hell, she thought. How big is he? She hadn't gotten a clear look during their heavy make-out session, but obviously he was of commendable size.

Gaara bent his head so that she couldn't see his face as his body trembled over her. "S-Shit." His arms were straight, holding him up, and with himself fully sheathed in her, the feeling of warm tightness was enough to almost make him come right then. Not yet...How embarrassing that would be...All his big talk, and he came early? He couldn't have that! He pushed it back forcibly, determined. For all his determination, worry crept into his mind. This was the last of his virginity. He had never done this before, and that inexperience could ruin his plan to be her best...He would just have to try harder.

"Kami, Gaara," she said, the volume of her voice steadily going up as he began pounding into her.

Her hips rocked wildly in an attempt to find his rhythm as his thrusts came, harsh and hard and fast, and she was unable to think straight as she tried to find some kind of timing.

"You can't...Make a rhythm, I can't..."

He understood her words and tried to rein it back, but couldn't. The sensation was unbelievable. Indescribable. He adjusted his angle of entry and thought how the only thing that would make this better would be—

"G-Gaara...Oh, fuck...Gaa—"

That.

He had apparently fallen into a rhythm despite the speed and force of his hips remaining unchanged, and she lifted herself to meet his every movement.

"Yes." He collapsed down, never stopping, and kissed her. "Say my name."

"Gaara," she moaned. "T-touch me."

He reached down with one hand, balancing his weight, to touch her as he angled himself more, trying to get deeper. Enveloped in his ecstasy, the sand had fallen away, his chakra concentration broken. As he felt her hand in his hair, clutching him closer as she bit onto his shoulder to try and keep quiet, the nails of her other hand raking down his back, he knew he wouldn't last more than a few more seconds of bliss.

"Emi," he said with another loud groan. "Emi, say my name. Moan for me. Scream for me."

Her back arched, his name on her lips, clenching around him as she came, and he stopped trying to hold his own orgasm back. With a moan of relief and pleasure, he felt himself explode inside of her. He rolled over so he didn't fall on her, both panting and covered in sweat. He realized something with a start that made his eyes go wide. Before he could speak, however, Emi chuckled, her eyes closed, and said, "Don't worry. I'm on birth control."

She shifted onto her side, facing away from him, with her breathing once again under control. He frowned at her back and said, "Well?"

"Well what?"

"How was it?"

She turned back to face him with an amused expression. "You really have to ask?"

His face darkened considerably.

"Right, right, first time. It was amazing. Happy?" she replied playfully.

"Your best?" he persisted, voice gruff.

She had a content smile, her amber eyes warm like liquid gold. "We might have to do it again before I'm one-hundred-percent sure..."

He growled at the challenge but she merely laughed and rolled back over. "When you leave, make sure the balcony door is closed. I don't want a draft."

"You want me to leave?"

Emi turned over again, surprised at the evident hurt in his voice. "I was under the impression that you weren't the cuddling type. You want to stay?"

With a scowl, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him, settling back amongst the pillows.

"Okay, then. Message received."

He watched her face as she slept, chest rising and falling gently with each breath, and he smoothed back her hair to press his lips to her forehead.

Suddenly, he grinned darkly as he remembered something she had said. "We might have to do it again..." They were sure as hell going to do it again if he had anything to say about it.

A/N: satisfied, everyone? :) for those of you who didn't want explicit...didn't i warn you at the beginning of the chapter? haha. mind reviewing on my first real 'lemon'?