1Sorry it's been so long! I've actually had this written up for quite a while now but I've been too busy with work and had too many people watching over my shoulder so I couldn't put up my lemony-goodness chapter! TT.TT please forgive me!! And assassins are not neccessary!

As always... I don't own Gaara... but I shall always love him!!

Chapter 14: To Dance With a Demon In the Moonlight

An hour later, I found myself on Gaara's bed. The full moon had taken it's toll on him. Our breathing had increased dramatically as we had spend the last hour "planning" our elopement. Though the last ten minutes was mainly reserved for kissing... and getting us overly excited and tingly for the perfect moment to "become one." But I would be lying if I said I wasn't afraid.

What if I became pregnant? I didn't know what would happen . The rumored pain alone was enough to make me quit right then and there.

'But... what about...?' I thought, looking into a shirtless Gaara's eyes. They were still that beautiful sea green color but they had the black design Shukaku's golden eyes possessed. The racoon was assisting my lover, telling him what to do instead of taking full control.

I couldn't tell him I wasn't ready. That would be cruel. I could take whatever pain he would dish out. Even if it was accidental. Blood... it would come out of me from a different place tonight... and Gaara/Shukaku would be my razor blade.

Kissing him, I slowly wrapped my arms around his waist, touching his flesh with my finger tips as I went. He was so warm... he was scorching hot. His skin was soft, flawless... I wanted to feel more of it. My clothes, which was basically my bra, panties, and pants; were too warm, suffocating me. "Gaara..." I whimpered, trying to control my urges.

"I told you... I wanted you and I intend to keep you, Deserai," he said, his and the demon's voices mixed together, both glazed with lust.

I moaned as his fingers roughly groped my breast through my bra. "Just take it off! This is torture!" I wasn't ordering... I was BEGGING.

A devilish smirk crossed his face. "Don't tell me what to do. There is a method to performing acts of seduction." Only Shukaku's voice was in that order. He didn't have to beg. It was clear– he was in charge. Or rather, the racoon was. But as it was inside Gaara, technically he was in charge.

"Shukaku... you are evil," I complained. Then I smirked. It was time for a pay-back attack.

Carefully, I trailed my hand to his groin and tenderly squeezed his groin through his boxers. And I continued touching him. "Was this part of your method?"

This time, it was his turn to groan. "And you call me evil? THIS is torture!"

"So do something about it, love..." I declared, not letting up.

He groaned in thought before that mischievous grin was back. "I'll give you what you want... but only because you will want more."

Then he cut my bra straps in two and began to kiss and nibble on my bare shoulders. Torture... part two. His lips were moist and softer than the skin on his waist. "Gaara..."

"See? Now you want more. The only question is... how should I torment you with your desire?"

"Could you maybe NOT torment me? I don't know how long I can go before the torture you place upon me is too much. Then I won't be able to keep quiet. And I might wake Temari up." That was a warning/threat that the longer they "play," the more opportunity there would be for her to cry out in loud ecstacy and wake everyone up.

He groaned. "You just took all the fun out of this..."

I licked my lips nervously. "Perhaps I could make it up to you?" I began to pull down his boxers suggestively.

"You... you want to...–"

"Such you off... that's right. Do you have any objections?" I pulled his boxers completely down. Then... I looked down. 'Damn! He's fucking HUGE! Will all THAT be able to FIT inside me?!" she asked herself. Now she felt more afraid than ever!

Gaara chuckled. "What's the matter? Can't handle me?" he asked teasingly.

I snapped out of it. Glaring at him in defiance, I said the first thing that came to mind– "What the Hell did you eat to get so big?!"

He just looked at me. A blank expression was all over his face. I wonder... was it something I said? I mean, sure it was a stupid question... but he wasn't even laughing at me? It would have been better than just staring at me like I'm an idiot... which I kinda am... but STILL!

"Sorry... didn't mean to say something stupid... well... would you say something?!"

Gaara chuckled but not a word escaped his mouth.

'Okay... so he's laughing at me. Guess that kinda counts as saying something...' I thought with a sigh.'But it still hurts a bit... guess I'll let it slide this once since I am acting pretty foolish.'

"If you're going to say something, don't apologize after you said what you meant. Then I won't make you nervous by just staring at you." He spoke at long last.

"So why didn't you just answer if you knew all that?"

"Honestly? I like it when you panic."

"Oh really?" I smirked at him in challenge.

"Yes. Was there any doubt?"

Actions speak louder than words. I bent down and took him in my mouth, my tongue sliding over his pulsing veins under his member.

Looking up, I smirked evilly. His eyes were shut. His lips were twitching to stop all noise from leaking out. A blush glazed over his cheeks. "You like that?" I asked, blowing cool air on his wet member.

He growled. "Yes... so why'd you stop?"

"You may be evil but I can dish it out too." I took him back inside my mouth and began to bob my head up and down. His long thick dick went down my through. Moaning, my through had vibrated his member. He tasted so good!

This caused his growl to turn into a groan of lust and wanton. "You've never done this before?"

"Never. I've never had a boyfriend and everyone had reserved my rape for when Shukaku escaped from your consciousness. Guess you could say I was ready for this... except you're here... and it's not rape," I said, removing my lips from a round his dick.

Gaara nodded. "Lay down... I am thirst and want a taste."

"Huh?"

Gaara chuckled. "Lay down."

I did what he told me to do.

"Remove your pants and underwear. Slowly."

He looked at me with a look of slight warning. He didn't want me to "play evil."

"May I stand up to take them off?" I asked. "It'll be easier that way." I figured that I could give him a less complicated strip tease– a simple thoughtful gesture, right?

Gaara shook his head. "I don't find "easy" ways to be better..." That... and I bet he wants to see me struggle a bit.

I smiled. "Kiss me?"

"After my drink..."

Giggling, I started removing my pants. When laying down, it really wasn't so hard. My hips had been raised and put down over and over again. My legs reached up and the chilled desert air kissed my skin as I slid the pant legs down my tingling limbs. And my beloved was watching me with lust in his very aura.

Finally, I lay naked on the blood red sheets, my dark locks spread out around my head like an angel's halo. Unfortunately, I was also scared out of my mind. What if my body displeased him? What if I looked even worse now compared to when I was clothed? My heart thumped against my rib cage. His burning gaze scorched my body as he looked at me. Doubt flooded my heart. So many things could be wrong with me and I might just be too blind to see them.

"Beautiful..."

My eyes widened and I stared into his framed seafoam orbs. Both Gaara's and Shukaku's voice was there. They had called me beautiful. And then... his head began to lower to my– "Oh God!"

It was horrible! His tongue slipped out and around my folds. It slid inside my love tunnel and rasped against my inner walls. He nipped at my button with his sensuous lips. It was awfully horrible... and extremely wonderful. A torturous ritual that left me in agonizing pleasure.

At some point shortly after, I must have had a time lapse. One second, we were kissing each other, tasting out own fluids on our tongues. And then... he was inside me, stretching me and sending me into ecstacy at the same time!

I had heard so many horror stories about "the first time." The pain, the risk of walking funny the next morning, the chance of pregnancy... I had gotten past the pain, I wouldn't want to irritate my reddened pussy so I would walk a little, and... I wanted to have Gaara's child. I longed for a small red-headed god/goddess that came from our jointed union.

"Gaara! I LOVE YOU!!" I cried out, pushing out lower bodies together.

He moved his lips to my neck and bit into my neck. Obviously, Shukaku had come out to play at some point in time, during out lovemaking, and with his sharpened fangs, had marked me.

Sweet release came to both of us and our fluids mixed. Some of our essence leaked out of me and dripped onto the bloodstained red sheets. We were now one.

"Deserai..."

"Gaara..."

Darkness flooded my vision... and his whispered, "I love you..." He had a loving smile on his face. That was the last thing I heard and saw.

((that was my lemon... first and only one completed all on my own. So... WHAT DID YOU THINK!! PLEASE RATE AND CONTACT ME WITH YOUR THOUGHTS!!))