Want To Be Loved

I was listening to Papa Roach's '…To Be Loved' when I started writing this. They are such a cool band! I love them!!!!! Well, I should stop ranting about Papa Roach now, so, onto the story! But, before that, I do not grumbles own Papa Roach's lyrics, groans own Naruto. Mika belongs to me, however.

Listen up, turn it up, and rock it out

Party on, I want to hear you scream and shout

This is real, as real as it gets

I came to get down to get some fucking respect

Taking it back to hardcore level

You better be ready, put your pedal to the metal

Taking it back to hardcore level

You better be ready, put your pedal to the metal

Gaara sat huffily on his bed and started to think. Mika walked into the room, and stared at him.

"Hey Gaara, I brought a CD you might like, since you like hardcore music, so listen up." She said, putting the CD into his black and red CD player, and she cranked it to the loudest setting it could be at without blowing the speakers. He heard Papa Roach, and sat up, interested. He'd heard this song…somewhere…he couldn't remember where, though. He looked over at Mika.

"Where have I heard this song before, Mika?" he asked, racking his brain to figure it out.

"I don't know, but isn't it cool?" she said, rocking to the beat.

"You know, you look hot when you dance." He said, grinning at her. She stopped dancing and stared at him with disbelief.

"Did you just say what I think you said?!" she asked.

"That you look hot when you dance?" he said with feign innocence. She looked at him again, with the same disbelief.

"Well, you look hot all the time." She said. He smiled.

"Good. We're on the same page." He said. "This song reminds me of you."

"That's strange," she said, stripping off her tank top, "Because the minute I heard this song, I thought of you."

GOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

WOOOAAAHHH, I never give in

WOOOAAAHHH, I never give up

WOOOAAAHHH, I never give in

And I just wanna be, wanna be loved...

WOOOAAAHHH, I never give in

WOOOAAAHHH, I never give up

WOOOAAAHHH, I never give in

And I just wanna be, wanna be loved

"You're also hot without a shirt." He said, taking in the view.

"Wish I could say the same about you." She joked. He walked over to her. "I got a question for you."

"Yeah?" she said, walking in a circle around him, while taking her bra off.

"Do you ever give up, or give in to anything you don't want?"

"No. I'm stronger than that….now, a question for you."

"Yeah?" he asked, his voice husky.

"What do you want?" she asked him, her arms snaking around his waist.

I want domination, I want your submission

I see you're not resistant to this temptation

I've got one confession, I love deprivation

I got a jet black heart, it's all fucked up and it's falling apart

"What do I want?" he repeated her question. He thought about it for a moment, then picked her up and lay her on his bed, which had a red comforter and black pillow cases. "I want you to let me be dominant, and I want your total submission to me."

"What if I don't want that?" she teased, knowing that he knew she wanted it almost as much as he did.

"Too damn bad. For you. Oh, before we do this, I need to tell you something."

"And what would that be?"

"I love deprivation."

"Well, of course, because you are deprived, you silly little redhead." She teased, letting him pull her pants off, along with his and his shirt.

"Damn, Gaara, you look hot without a shirt." She murmured.