Chapter 18.

Title : Bound.

Flashback :

Hinata gazed down at her husband. Pearlescent orbs met with teal. Her breath caught for a slight second before she remembered to breathe normally. Instinctively, she lowered her head towards her husband. What she was doing, even she did not realise. But she wanted to make a connection with her husband. She wanted a bond. "I-I've always w-w-watched."

Something seemed to heal inside Gaara Sabaku that very moment. He could faintly feel something shattered beginning to heal inside his chest. It was a gross exaggeration, but there was no other way of explaining. Suddenly, Gaara felt warm.

His migraine seemed to have disappeared as well.

Hinata Hyuga was not a woman with many male friends in her life. Sure, she had a few friends here and there but none of them held any romantic interest for the heiress of the Hyuga clan. Her sights were set on one Naruto Uzumaki since the day she helped him cheat in his Chunin exams. She wasn't able to concentrate on her training properly, and whenever she caught him passing by, she watched on helplessly like a lost puppy. This resulted in her teammates to be extra cautious of her straying away and decided to move further inside the forests to train – where Naruto and his teammates never actually visited. With age, Hinata's feelings for Naruto grew as did her attraction for him. It was obvious that Naruto, however was besotted on his teammate, Sakura Haruno and had vowed privately to Hinata, that he would marry only Sakura or nobody else. By that time, the blond haired ninja and the indigo haired heiress had come extremely close. She was one of the few ones to know about his outcast position in society due to the Nine Tailed Fox sealed inside him.

Nevertheless, despite their close friendship, Hinata would always think about Naruto right before sleeping or at awkward times such as whilst taking a bath, or while undressing. It was during these moments, that Hinata started thinking of her ninja friend as more than just a friend. She was made aware of the male anatomy courtesy of her sister and friends, who seemed to know so much more than her, despite her superiority in intelligence. And with this newfound knowledge, Hinata started visualising her friend in a less-than-innocent way. It made her guilty at times, but her guilt would soon wash away whenever she felt pleasurable spasms in the pit of her stomach, and even more so when she realised she felt an extremely pleasing sensation in between her thighs which would almost instantly result in her underwear getting rather damp.

Of course at that time, she had no idea that she was to be wed to a stranger. Albeit, a familiar name known throughout Konoha, but a stranger all the same. But tonight, she did not feel the same way about her husband anymore. True, she still had a lot to know about him. It would take him years to open his heart up to anyone, let alone his wife – but it was a risk, she was willing to take it seemed. Tonight, she found thoughts about her childhood sweetheart rather faint and distant. In fact, she had not thought about him in a rather long time. The last time she thought of him was in his presence, which had been a few weeks ago. More recently, she had found herself thinking about her husband more often than before and she enjoyed it, to say the very least.

In this moment of awkward silences, Hinata lowered her face towards her still husband who was still staring up at her, watching her every move with interest. He took in all her features, as if she were his thesis project and he wanted to study every inch of her, at that rare moment. He watched as her lips parted slightly, allowing breath to pass; he watched as she closed her eyes, her expression serene and content – and with great anticipation, he lifted his head just enough for their lips to meet.

What happened in the next few seconds, was hard to describe. To anyone else, it would look pretty normal - a husband and wife kissing eachother after sharing a few intimate moments; But to insiders, it was obvious that these two were not experienced in the ways of love – the kiss was rather awkward and slightly sloppy but still extremely desirable. After a few moments, when they decided to let out for air, Hinata sighed softly while touching her bruised lips. Whilst touching it, she felt a tingling sensation that was felt throughout her body, all the way from her lips to her tiny feet. She smiled slightly, but was still rather cautious of the events that happened their first night. She was expecting that her husband would pounce on her any moment, with those same crazy looking eyes that she witnessed that night. She had been terrified of his transformation that night, and dreamt of it every night after and hence did not try to initiate extra conversation with him, lest he turn on her.

What she expected at this moment, was for her husband to get up, and push her away and hence kick her out of his bedroom just like he did the last time. She closed her eyes and held her breath.

She heard shuffling noises, and felt a shift in the weight on the bed, which was soon understood when she felt a shadow loom over her. Her lips beginning to tremble slightly, she opened her eyes and almost gasped.

Gaara was leaning above her, his teal orbs fixated on her, whilst moving closer towards her. His expression was not readable, but it was also not murderous. There was no crazy look in his eyes, which she noticed when she stared into his orbs – instead she saw something else in those eyes. What she saw, was possibly not explainable but it scared her as well. But in a different way. "G-Gaara, I t-think w-" she sighed whilst closing her eyes once again, whilst beginning to lean backwards. She wanted to say more, but she couldn't because she felt his lips crush her very own, preventing her from speaking anymore. She obviously, kissed him right back with her lips still parted slightly, but she did not know what to do with her hands. She was afraid of touching him again, lest he change his mind and leave for the second time. She decided, she would let him initiate it for she did not want it to look forced – with her hands safely supporting her from falling backwards against the bed, she slowly delved deeper into the kiss, not realising when she felt a pair of strong hands touch her shoulders.

Her eyes flung open.

It was rather awkward that Gaara would touch her shoulders, and not somewhere more appropriate like her cheeks, or her neck. But at that moment, it did not matter even the slightest bit. Their lips had a different story to tell, one that they themselves could not speak.

"You were saying something." Gaara finally spoke, while staring at his wife. She looked so unimaginably beautiful at that moment – he had never noticed this beauty before. True, she was a woman with striking features, and anyone in their right mind would consider Hinata to be a beautiful woman, but tonight his wife looked beautiful. Just for him. He wanted to remember her face forever – he wanted her to look like this for aeons. He did not want a single tear trickling down her porcelain cheeks – if not for himself. He wanted her – all of her; he wanted her happiness, her pain, her anger, everything. Just for himself.

"I-I think w-we're ready, G-Gaara."

*The Next Morning*

Gaara Sabaku laid awake, his thoughts running to various places whilst his wife was fast asleep, her sleeping face turned towards him. She looked peaceful and serene, while holding the white satin sheets close to her chest. Gaara too pulled up the sheets, but only upto his stomach. The sheets were messy, pillows were all over the floor and both of them had a few marks on her naked bodies.

The redhead turned his glance towards his sleeping wife and stared at her without as much of an expression, but he felt at peace watching her like that. His gaze shifted towards the bedsheet covering her modesty and noticing that it was sliding lower and nearly exposing half a nipple, he pulled the bedsheet higher to cover her better. This caused a stir in his wife, and her eyes fluttered open. Her eyes groggy, she blinked at him several times knowing fully well he was watching her still.

"I didn't mean to wake you." Gaara spoke in a hoarse whisper, his hand still on the bedsheet.

Hinata realised the awkward place he was grabbing onto, and instantly sat up, her cheeks flushing the color of her husband's hair. This of course unwittingly caused more of the bedsheet to slide right down, and to her horror, her entire torso was exposed. Mumbling to herself, she hastily grabbed onto the bedsheet and started pulling it up when her husband stopped her mid track – unable to gaze directly at him, she mentally prayed that the bedsheet would just swallow her completely.

However, no such thing happened and instead, she felt her husband grab her chin as soft as he could, and kiss her. Instinctively, her eyes closed and she wrapped her arms around his bare back – which faintly caused a flinch from Gaara. He had tried extremely hard to control himself the night before, but he could not. Everytime his wife touched him, by instinct, Gaara felt the urge to push her away and the distant growling of his demon from within. But that night, his wife showed him not to be afraid. She assured him that he would not be able to hurt her – and surprisingly, he didn't. He tried not to.

The pain she felt however that night, was different in nature. And during those moments, Gaara found it extremely hard to control himself. During one of those moments, he almost felt Shukaku taking over and probably would have given into him, had it not been for reassuring words. She was crying, but she touched his cheek, whilst the other one touched his chest – and she urged him not to feel scared, and that she felt amazing. "D-Don't be afraid, G-Gaara" she whispered before kissing him. Her newfound faith in him, possibly was a factor that drove Shukaku away and allowed him his time with her.

Many such moments, led to more sounds coming from his wife. At one point, she had wrapped her legs around his hips and cried out in a way that Gaara had never heard women do – he later found out that it was her going through the pleasurable experience of an orgasm. He was content inwardly to hear that he was able to make his wife orgasm. He had grown slightly scared of the blood that was trickling down her thighs, and was increasingly wondering if he was hurting her more than pleasing – but she assured him that it was the best feeling she had, in a very long time.

The events of last night played in the Kage's mind, like a music track to the point of haunting him. And surprisingly, every time he thought of it, he too felt a familiar pleasurable feeling.

That night, he realised that Hinata was important to him. For his well being, and for his sanity. She was more important than anything else at that moment and he would do anything in his power to protect her from harm's way. Kissing her this morning was a reassurance of his promise towards her. More importantly, he vowed to protect her from himself – more specifically, the demon inside him.

After their initial embrace, Hinata gazed at her husband with a mixture of emotions – respect being at the top of her list. She had never felt this close to him or to any man for that matter. Last night, they had shared several intimate moments – they were exposed completely. While she exposed her naked soul to him as well, she was sure that he had felt similarly for he never once passed a snide remark about her body, and whenever she started expressing any sort of pain he somehow understood and slowed down.

He understood her needs the night before, and she understood his. They had bonded in the best way possible. Never mind the few blood stains on the bedsheet, and never mind the scratch marks on eachother.

At that moment, there was a knock on their bedroom door. It broke the two out of their daydream, and Hinata went back to her pathetic stuttering self whilst Gaara moved away from his wife as if she were burning. After Hinata quickly laid down on the bed, her husband cleared his throat, "Who is it?" he asked, rather loudly and with an unmistakable hint of annoyance.

"It's me, Temari." Came a familiar voice of the female from outside. Her voice too had a tint of annoyance added to it. She knocked again, and from the shuffling noises it was suspected that she was not alone. "Matsuri is asking for breakfast."

Inhaling sharply, and glancing at his wife once who stared back at him, he sighed softly. "We will be right out." And with that, the shuffling noises seemed to die down.

To their relief, no one else knocked again which gave both of them plenty of time to scramble out of bed and prepare for breakfast. Hinata was the first to climb out, she was unable to find her nightdress which had gone missing in action in some part of the bedchamber that night. She felt extremely timid to parade around the room absolutely naked, so she clutched some of the bedsheet to her body and bent down to search for the flimsy piece of clothing before realising that her husband was holding the dress. He looked at her and held up the dress, a very faint smirk played across his face. Blushing hideously, Hinata got up and reached forward for the dress but got trapped beautifully as Gaara yanked her close to him by her petite waist. He kissed her once again, and soon left a small trail of kisses on Hinata's already bruised neck – to say that he was slightly proud of the marks on her neck and shoulder would be an overstatement. He did what he felt right.

For the first time in that manor, Gaara heard his wife giggle good naturedly – he was aware of the fact that she was extremely ticklish and apparently leaving kisses tickled her even more. He took this in a positive way and then pulled away from the embrace slowly, his gaze never leaving her.

"Don't ever leave."

A/N : HEY! SORRY if the scenes seemed too rushed or whatever. I've never written such scenes before lol.

I hope you guys like it! I felt really happy about it. I just hope its upto the standards! I just wish something like this happens with us too! jk

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