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The Kazekage was ready for his baby.
The nights after he returned home, while Asherah was still away on her visit, he spent reading about pregnancy and infant care.
Gaara sat waiting beside the underground pool when Asherah arrived home from Skorgan.
She rode in via aqueduct, deep under the Kage mansion, to see her handsome husband staring at her with loving, jade eyes.
"Hello, draga mea." Asherah cooed as she quickly made her way to the water's edge.
Gaara let out a low purr as he embraced his wife and nuzzled into her chromatic hair. "I missed you."
"I missed you as well." The siren Queen replied with a sad smile, running her fingers through Gaara's hair.
She was going to tell Gaara something, but before she had a chance, he spoke.
"Temari gave birth." Gaara stated simply.
He wanted Asherah to know, of course, but he also wanted to see her reaction.
What would she say?
Would she be excited about the baby?
If so, did that mean she would also be excited about their possible future baby?
"Oh…..that is…..that is very good." Asherah said with a wry smile.
Asherah thought she was doing a good job, but Gaara thought she was giving him the fakest smile he had ever seen.
It kind of annoyed him.
"Are you not happy, that I, that you have a nephew?" Gaara asked.
"No...that's not what I said." Asherah said, the glass facade of her feigned smile shattering as her lips fell to a frown.
Gaara looked at her and his eyes narrowed.
"Do you have something against children?" Gaara growled more than asked.
What was wrong with Asherah?
He had been elated to start a family with her, he had sat here waiting for her, and now she was acting so strange.
Sirens or not, all women wanted babies.
Right?
"Do you have something against me?" Asherah replied, narrowing her eyes, not in anger but concern.
"Gaara of Suna, what is the matter with you?" Asherah reached out to touch her husband.
To her surprise, he snatched the gold bracelet Odessa had brought them off of her wrist and threw it on the moistened ground, the gold glistening in the dark of the room.
"When we first married, you told me one day. One day, a child. That one day is today. You live with me now, we have fought together, we have loved together. I want a child." Gaara said, crossing his arms like he used to when he was younger.
Asherah raised her eyebrow but then she nodded. "Alright, then go out and get one. I will wait here for you to bring it back."
"What? You mean, adopt?" Gaara asked. "Our child, Asherah. From our bodies, from our love! I want you to have a baby, my baby, our baby."
Asherah hissed like a huge snake and plunged back into the water, far away from Gaara, letting only her two sapphire eyes peek up at him, just like the night they first met.
Gaara didn't flinch, he just watched her.
And she watched him.
She watched him as she circled all the way around the pool to face him again, surfacing to her neck so she could speak.
"And why would I do a horrible thing like that?" She spat.
Asherah was the one person Gaara shared everything with, his deepest secrets, his soft side, his joy, his sorrows, even his body.
He had never been so connected to one person the way he was to his wife.
She clearly was not interested in this baby thing, and though he would respect her wishes, it still made him feel…..bad….
Gaara thought back to the conversation he had with his uncle about pain.
Yes, Asherah's refusal hurt his heart.
"Forget I said anything at all. I will not mention it anymore. It does not please you." The Kazekage said quietly as he turned and began to walk away.
Asherah loved the water so much, he would leave her to it for now.
"Draga mea…." Asherah called from the water.
Gaara should have kept going.
He was trained as a Shinobi to resist temptation, but he could not keep his back turned on his love when she called for him.
He faced her.
Asherah beckoned him over.
Gaara walked up and sat as Asherah rested her arms on the pool ledge. "Gaara of Suna, I am not an ordinary woman, motherhood is not something my kind does."
"Your mother is a siren." Gaara pointed out.
"And I was abandoned by both mother and father at birth as madness enveloped her and drove them apart." Asherah frowned, then she flashed her bright sapphire eyes up into Gaara's.
The blackness of the water only illuminated them more as she spoke. "Beauty looked down on the world and shed a tear for all the pain women suffer. The tear fell into the sea, covering a woman close to death, and there the first siren was born. Sirens are creatures made from rage and passion, who control others through the lustful manipulation of beauty. Sirens are creatures who are controlled by greed. Motherhood is not a popular theme among my kind. It is seen as a tragedy, that we have allowed someone to take a part of us we can never recover." Asherah finished, her eyes gentle as she gazed at her husband.
Gaara took Asherah's hand as she added, "Gaara of Suna, sirens are not meant to be mothers. It is not our nature, it is not our way."
"It is not your way to love either, but you love me." Gaara rasped as he held her hand thoughtfully.
Asherah blinked at him, surprised.
"You love your people and my people. You love your parents. You love Vassar, Mathis, Ossa, and Arda. Your heart is full of love, just like a mother's heart should be. I was born to be a vessel for a demon. A jinchuuriki's life is lonely, but that loneliness has vanished now that I have you. I was born to hate and kill, not love and create. But I chose that now, love and life. It doesn't matter what you were born, Asherah, it matters what you chose to be." Gaara finished, bringing his wife's elegant fingers to his lips and kissing them.
His smoky jade eyes smoldered into her sapphires as he spoke in a low, seductive whisper, "I think you'd be a wonderful mother. I promise I'll do my best to be the loving father I never had. You already pledged to me your living and your dying, your heart and your body…...We are two people who were never meant to love….Look at us now! Give me your womb, Asherah of Skorgan, my love, my wife. Give me a child."
That was as much of a beg, proposition, or request anyone, even the siren Queen, was going to get from the Kazekage.
Gaara was almost on his knees before her, his eyes hopeful as to what her answer would be.
Would she still say no?
Asherah was silent but breathing hard as Gaara finished, she was stirred greatly by his plea.
The Kazekage bravely leaned in to kiss his bride and she grabbed his face with her wet hands.
In the room, through their kiss, he heard her answer echo through the water and through her beautiful, melodious singing that was one but sounded like many.
"Yes, Gaara of Suna. My answer is yes. I will give you a child."
Gaara's heart raced with joy.
Their tongues fought for dominance before the red-head lifted her up out of the water only to jump back in with her in his arms.
As they crashed to the bottom, Asherah's hands worked on taking his coat off and slipping his trousers off as Gaara easily ripped her skirts off in the water, his fingers unfastening the closures on her diamond top.
Down there, under the water, Gaara began to touch and squeeze the curves he enjoyed most while her nails dug into his back.
Asherah's bliss ended when she noticed Gaara slowed because he was running out of air and she pulled him up to the surface.
Wet and determined, Gaara panted as his smoky jade orbs gazed at Asherah with a look of total lust.
Asherah's eyes widened when his hands grabbed her waist and he pulled her to straddle him there in the water, his manhood pressing against her thigh…..
Then at her entrance…..
"R-right…..nngh…..n-now?" Asherah gasped as he began to gently slide in.
Gaara growled as he felt his wife embrace him fully underneath the water. "Make me a father!" The Kazekage cried, beginning to thrust just where she liked it.
Their cries intermingled as their bodies became one.
The water splashed up against the side of the pool, little waves created from passion.
Asherah's cheeks pinkened as the Kazekage took her.
Gaara's fingers and mouth were everywhere, devouring her as he sought to possess her in every physical way possible.
Asherah mewled when she finally hit her climax, curling forward and clutching Gaara's shoulders, causing him to squeeze her bottom as he spilled himself into her.
Afterwards, they remained connected.
Asherah gave him a soft, gentle kiss as a cue.
Gaara stayed where he was.
Asherah tried to wriggle her lower half loose but that only made her whimper and Gaara groan.
"Draga mea, it is over, pull out. We're finished." Asherah said as she squirmed.
Gaara gave her a fierce stare of desire that shot all the way to her ovaries as he lifted her leg up and spun her, in the water, while he was still inside her, to clutch the edge of the pool.
Asherah's eyes widened as he leaned to whisper into her ear as he began to thrust into her from behind, "We're just getting started. Hold on tight~."
The Kazekage was ready for his baby.