A/N: Figured I might as well put up all the chapters, since some of you guys think I'm gonna disappear. Here you go!

Disclaimer: Naruto and all characters are created by Masashi Kishimoto. Please heed rating.

4.

Sometime in the night, Hinata drifted awake slowly. She felt warm and lovely, cocooned in the most comfortable heat imaginable.

Beneath her, a bare, warm, muscular chest rose and fell slowly. Hinata buried her nose in it and curled closer to the source of heat, inhaling a unique, masculine scent and the smell of clean soap.

It was only a couple of moments later that her brain registered the palm on her rear, and the hand on her forearm.

With a start, she jerked up and away from Gaara's warm body, suddenly filled with panic. The redhead was clearly knocked out. He slept on, breaths even and deep.

Please don't let him wake up, she thought, muscles tensing and ready to move away.

Swallowing, her gaze dropped to his chest. Hinata's throat turned dry and her heart started a wild beat deep in her chest as she appraised the man laid out before her.

There was nothing soft or gentle about him, be it the long lines of his muscular arms, his broad shoulders, or the firm, sexy lines of his flat, muscled abdomen.

With his lean, tough body illuminated slightly by the weak light filtering in from the window, he looked like a war god in slumber.

If she had been a bolder woman, she would have woken him up by kissing and licking every inch of his hard body, including that thick bulge beneath his sweatpants.

A masculine voice, soft and sleep-roughened, drifted softly through the room. "Keep looking at me like that, and you're going to find yourself flat on your back in the next few seconds."

Hinata's eyes flew to his face.

For several heart-stopping moments, both their gazes locked and held. Despite his relaxed posture, with one arm thrown over his head, Gaara's heavy-lidded jade eyes had a predatory glint in them.

"Why did you come to my room with the basket, Hinata?" He rasped, slowly sitting up. A lock of crimson hair fell over his brow, obscuring his crimson love tattoo.

That wasn't what she'd expected him to ask in the middle of the night, but okay.

She swallowed past the lump in her throat, groping about for an excuse and finding none.

"I…I wanted to see you." She licked her lips. "I mean, to see if you were okay. Recovering well."

He leaned over her and gazed deeply into her eyes. "Would it kill you to admit you're attracted to me?"

Her mind bounced all over the place. Yes, it would actually.

Fear accumulated like a lump in her throat as her mind ran through all the possibilities of how this would turn out.

Awkward meetings in the corridors. Office gossips who would give her snide looks. (Boy, were there plenty of those). Gaara probably ditching her for some other more assertive and outgoing woman in the office. He did say he liked them confident and loud, and kami knew she was none of the above.

"No thinking." Gaara said, his lips mere inches from hers, forehead pressed against hers. "Just tell me what you feel."

She reached out and touched one shoulder tentatively. Beneath her palm, she felt the subtle play of muscles covered in tight, warm skin.

He's right. You have a hot, half-naked guy in bed with you, and you want to think?

"You feel really good right now," She murmured, gazing into his eyes.

"Yeah?" Gaara's half-lidded gaze fell to her mouth. "And I bet you taste even better than you look."

He leaned down slowly to brush his mouth against hers. Despite the heat in his eyes, his kisses were slow and tender, his mouth warm and soft on hers.

He took his time plundering and stealing kisses from her with lush, deep strokes. She moaned, sliding her hand up to his neck and his jaw, giving in to the love-starved part of her.

Without breaking their kiss, Gaara pulled her into his lap. Hinata made a small moan of distress as his callused palms began running up her bare calves. It disappeared beneath the hem of her bathrobe, then coasted all the way to the tops of her thighs.

Unable to help it, Hinata gripped his shoulders with both her hands and rubbed herself against the hard bulge at his groin.

"Ah, fuck."

There was a sudden blur and her world spun crazily as he topped her onto her back, covering her with his hot, hard body. She gasped and chuckled, watching as his hands got busy with the belt on her robe, tugging it apart quickly.

Hinata pulled her arms free from its sleeves and let the robe fall from her shoulders, cheeks red as her breasts and the rest of her body were exposed to the cool air of the room and his gaze.

Gaara braced one hand beside her head, his gaze riveted to her chest. Suddenly feeling shy, Hinata tugged at his neck, trying to get him lean down so that she could kiss him, but the redhead grasped her hands and pinned her wrists to the bed

"No, wait. This I gotta see," He said, treating her body to a long, hungry stare.

"Gaara…"

"Fucking hell." He swore as he released one of her wrists to cup the round, warm, heavy weight of her breast. "I could come just looking at you."

Pleased and flattered, she smiled and bit her lower lip with her teeth. He was just about to lean down and kiss her when a sudden thought occurred to her.

"Gaara, wait," She held up one hand against his chest.

"What is it?" He asked, glancing at her. His emerald eyes glowed, as if lit from within by a fire.

"Can you… that is…are you supposed to be… you know…" She trailed off and gestured between them.

"Should I be fucking?" Gaara kissed her mouth tenderly. "Don't know. Don't care."

"But you're ill." She said, concerned.

"I am resting. Lying horizontal, just like I was supposed to be doing." He grinned wickedly as he leaned over her.

Gaara took his time browsing hungrily over her body like she was a buffet spread, first trailing playful kisses down her neck, then fastening one mouth over her breast. His other hand fondled the other mound, shaping and squeezing, until the tip of her nipple turned as hard as a pebble.

Hinata gripped fistfuls of the bedsheet, biting her lower lip as sharp bursts of pleasure began blooming over her body. By the time Gaara licked, sucked, kissed and bit his way down her body until he reached her thighs, she was reduced to a quivering mess.

Hinata tried to reach for him, but he stayed defiantly out of her reach. Through the curls covering her pussy, Gaara took his time rubbing his thumb in slow, torturous circles over the tiny bud hidden in the slick folds.

"Soaking wet," He praised. He slid one blunt fingertip into the heated, soft, slick folds of her pussy another, and then another making her face contorted with pleasure.

"Please," Hinata begged.

"I'll make you come soon, sweetheart."

Nudging apart her thighs with his broad shoulders as he knelt between them, Gaara settled in like a predator ready to feast, his hands grasping her thighs.

Then he kissed her right on her clit.

A soft, keening whimper left Hinata's lips. Gaara began a ruthless, lascivious assault on her, kissing, licking and swirling, until her pussy turned slick and creamy, and sweat gathered like a fine sheen on her taut body.

Beneath his mouth, Hinata writhed and twisted in pleasure. Soft cries and pleas tumbled out of her mouth wantonly as she valiantly attempted to slow the pleasure bursting rapidly within her. It was accumulating and growing too fast, too soon. She felt as if she were drowning in desire, every lick and every kiss he gave her amplified.

Gaara gave her a particularly hard suck that sent a swift and severe orgasm ripping through her body. Hinata went rigid, gripping handfuls of the sheet as her body was locked in the throes of a pleasure so dark and blinding that she couldn't help but cry out in a pleading wail.

As the pleasure ebbed slowly from her body and she came to her senses, Hinata felt boneless and sated. Her body lay slack and soft on the discarded robe as Gaara laid lazy, lingering kisses all over her pink, sweaty skin. She sank her fingers into his hair and rubbed them idly between her fingers.

Saturated between her thighs and embarrassed beyond words, Hinata eventually turned her gaze to him.

His jade eyes glowed with heat. "I'm gonna remember this for when I'm alone. You, coming on my bed in Kumo, right here in front of me."

"You're filthy," She replied breathlessly.

Gaara only chuckled throatily in reply. He got off the bed and shucked off his sweatpants. Then he turned and opened the bedside drawer swiftly.

Curious, Hinata rose up on one elbow, her hair tumbling down around her shoulders in a tangled mess. Her mouth parted slightly as her gaze landed on his firm, tight rear.

"Found 'em." He said, pulling out several condoms and throwing them on the bedside table. With a quick jerk, he ripped one open and sheathed himself.

She had a brief, tantalising glimpse of a ladder of hard abs and a thick, long erection jutting out from a nest of crimson hair.

Gaara settled between her thighs again, his face hovering over hers. Anticipation zipped down her spine. Hinata ran one hand over his chest and down the ridges of his abs, luxuriating in the feel of the masculine pressure of his body on hers.

"You're so beautiful." She whispered, running her palms across his shoulders.

He laughed and kissed her jaw, then her mouth. "That's a first."

Gaara wrapped one hand around his cock and slid into her slick folds, slow and sure. His intent, piercing gaze was fastened on hers, watching her closely for every little reaction that flitted across her face.

She closed her eyes against the onslaught of pleasure, her forehead creasing at the pleasure-pain. He felt huge and thick, stretching her fully.

It was wonderful.

"Open your eyes. Look at me, baby."

Hinata felt her stomach cramp with lust as their eyes met - his fiercely possessive, hers glazed with pleasure.

Gaara hooked her thighs around his hips, making him sink even deeper into her. She whimpered and gripped his biceps, her lips inches from his. She inhaled raggedly, her head tilting back as a shudder slithered through her.

"Yeah?" He rasped, one corner of his mouth tilting up in a triumphant smile. "I felt that too."

Gaara began moving with smooth, deep thrusts that made her eyes almost roll back with pleasure.

"Oh god," She buried a gasp into his warm neck.

He kissed her shoulder in response, then her neck, her jaw, and finally, her mouth. Gaara stared down at her intently as he thrusted, sure and hard, his forearms braced on either side of her head.

Hinata tore her gaze away from his, down to where their bodies met in the most primal way, and turned even slicker. It was such an erotic sight: his thick, large body driving into her repeatedly with sure thrusts, the crimson hairs of his meshing with her dark curls each time she lifted her hips, and her breasts bouncing in time to his thrusts…

A cry erupted from her throat as Gaara reached down to tweak her clit with his fingers. She sobbed and cursed, and he chuckled hoarsely.

"You like that, huh?"

Gaara's ministrations were deft and sure as he rubbed her in time to his thrusts. He watched her reactions with a hot, determined intensity that made the moment so blindingly pleasurable, Hinata had to bite her lower lip to stifle her cries.

Amazingly, she felt another climax rolling up in her body, the pleasure mounting like a huge tidal wave.

"I'm close," She whimpered, digging her nails into his shoulders. "Please, Gaara-"

His thrusts became frenzied and frantic, and his expression turned utterly fierce as he pumped into her, watching as her heavy breasts bounced in time to his thrusts. Her lips parted and she arched her back, a strangled cry tearing from her lips as a long, intense climax began wracking her body.

Moments later, Gaara buried a guttural groan deep into her neck as his body suddenly went rigid. He held her tightly to him, hips jerking wildly as he came in hot spurts deep inside her.

For a long moment, they lay locked together on the bed with him hunched over her. Hinata rubbed slow, soothing circles on his sleek, broad back with one hand and pressed kisses into his shoulder. Her other hand dug into the cool strands of his hair and massaged his scalp gently.

"That was amazing," She whispered.

He pressed a kiss into her neck and pulled back slightly. "I haven't come this hard since I was a teen."

She chuckled as he rolled off her, onto his back, and lay beside her, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Merry Christmas, Gaara," She whispered, lying on her side and touching his mouth with her fingers.

"Merry Christmas, princess." He grasped her fingers and kissed them.

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