"What…is this?" Gaara asks. He was confused but inside he knew what he wanted to do but he just wasn't sure how to proceed. He suddenly felt embarrassed. He was too unequipped for feelings like these, yet he knew if he didn't make a move now, he might never be able to get another chance again. To his surprise, Miyuki's lips quirked up into a small smile.
It wasn't the usual smile he had seen on her. It didn't make him feel warm, it made him lose his sanity just a little more. It was like a dare of a smile. A smile of someone who knew what was going on. His grip on her fingers loosened, yet her fingers intertwined with his. She was holding him now, and he didn't know what to think of it other than he would let this girl do anything she wanted.
Slowly, but more confidently now, Miyuki pulled Gaara close to her. So close, she could feel the tension coming off from him. She wanted to laugh then. To have known the Kazekage was someone who wasn't sure around women, although women seemed to want him. Was he so unaware of how attractive he was? She would not believe in a thousand years that this would happen to her. To be alone with the Kazekage, and to feel like they were both about to jump into a frying pan and burn themselves.
"Do you trust me?" She didn't mean it to come out that way. Her voice was harsh and rasped with dryness. Gaara didn't respond but watched their hands as she slowly placed his hand on the curve of her hip. It would seem like she was asking him to dance, and dance she wanted them to do. A kind of dance that coursed through the blood and made her insides quiver.
"No," he finally spoke as his hands grasped the thin fabric that separated his skin from hers. She laughed. A slow and quite laugh, and it made everything inside him come to life. Was she mocking him? He wondered, but if she was, it was something he could live with. The girl before him was something more like a dream. He didn't know how long he would be able to hold her like this. But he knew she would be gone soon.
"Good," she smiled then angled her face towards him. "You shouldn't."
He looked at her then as she whispered those last two words. It was a warning, but it sounded more like a dare. He didn't realize that his hands were moving on their own, riding up the curve of her hip exposing her thighs as the dress riddled upward. He felt her tense at his movement and somehow it made him braver. His hands gripped the small of her back as he pulled her close to him, feeling the warmth of her body against his chest. She gasped, surprised by the sudden bold move and now it was her turn to be flustered under his gaze.
"Gaara," she had said his name slowly, like a secret and it was enough. It was everything he seemed to need as he crashed his lips against hers. She moaned against it, crushing her body further against his chest. The hand that was at the curve of her back, travelled upwards, cupping the back of her neck as he pulled her closer, closer to him like he wanted them to mold into one.
She gripped his shoulders, sending electric waves through his skin. Her nails dug into his skin as he kissed her harder. She easily opened her mouth to him, allowing him to taste her. He didn't know he was pushing the both of them until she hit the wall and gasped into his mouth. He couldn't stop now, not when she was so…inviting. He pressed himself against her feeling sensations he had never felt before as she raked her fingers through his hair, almost urging him to go. Do more. Take it all.
His other hand made its way to the strings that held her dress over her shoulders. It easily slipped down, exposing her collar bone. He ran a hand down her neck, to the tip of her collar bone. She shivered against his lips as it left hers and proceeded to travel down her neck.
Miyuki had no idea what she got herself into. She didn't know the Kazekage could do this. Could make her feel this way. In fact, she had thought just a while ago that he had no clue what he was going to do. Yet now, she felt as though her prisoner had become the predator. She didn't mind though, not when his lips were burning through her skin. She felt him leave marks on her neck and down her collar bone to her bare shoulders.
She pulled him closer, urging him forward. She felt his hand on the side of her breast and she whimpered against him, wanting nothing between them. Gaara seemed to understand her plea as the silence of the room was suddenly filled with the sound of her dress ripping apart. She gasped at the sudden air against her skin but her gasped was cut with the warmth of the body pressing against her.
"Miyuki," Gaara's voice was just as rasped. Just as dry. Just as needy. She looked towards him, and he had a moment of doubt, like he did not know how to proceed. She kissed him, wanting to say she found him sweet. Gaara was not her first, but Gaara was the only one she had ever wanted. She slowly took his hand and guided it inside the ripped dress. Gaara watched the movement, like he was learning a new jutsu and wanted to get it right the first time. She wanted to kiss him again because of it, but all of it vanished inside her head when his hands roamed across her skin.
He sighed and she didn't understand why but she never felt beautiful until that moment. Gaara seemed to treat her like something valuable and to be able to touch her was already a gift to him. His hands travelled slow. Excruciatingly slow that Miyuki fought the urge to 'help' him. Her skin prickled as his fingers made their way to the curve of her hip, down to her thighs. Her breathing labored, watching him watch her skin. She felt awkward and inadequate under his gaze yet hearing him sigh again, made her feel as though she should not.
"So…beautiful," he turned to meet her eyes again and she fought the overwhelming feeling of wanting to cry. This was a night she would forever hold inside her heart. Gaara would forever have a hold on her. She wanted nothing more than that.
He kissed her again, this time, slow and full of meaning. Miyuki welcomed it, relished in it as his hands made their way to the outer skin of her thigh. He gripped it and pulled her leg up, making her jump but not breaking their kiss. He pulled her against him, as they crash into the wall again. Her leg had found their way around his waist and she could feel him against her core. She felt desperate.
Her hands gripped the towel around his waist, and she tugged on it, making Gaara laugh against her skin. She loved the sound of his laughter.
Gaara let go of her for just a second to remove the towel around his waist. Now he was completely naked, in front of someone he had just recently met. Who was sent here to kill him; Now, he was thinking he never really felt alive until he met her.
"Touch me," she whispered. He would have found it a bizarre request, but it was somehow the only thing he wanted to do at the moment. He smiled as she closed her eyes against his touch. He never knew this kind of power until now. His hands found their way to one of her breasts and he cupped it, making her arch against him. He was relieved he seemed to be doing the right thing. His thumb circled around her nipple and she relished it. His lips found hers again as his hands continued to roam and grope her breast. Then the sensation between his legs seemed to want more. Her hands grabbed a fistful of his hair as he kissed her. Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist, making him feel the heat of her. She grinds against him, sending heat down to his middle. He moans, making her grip him tighter as he rammed himself against her, catching the moan that escapes her lips.
"Gaara- Please," she whimpered. He didn't know what she was begging for, yet she kept grinding against him, making him feel aroused in every possible way. He took carried her off the wall and placed her on the bed. In one swift motion, her dress was completely off. Her bare skin seemed to be glowing in the dark room. He wanted to keep her there. He imagined a life of waking up next to her, and it seemed to be the first time he looked forward to mornings.
He climbed on the bed and looked at her. Her eyes looked up at him, her fingers splayed across his chest. Her breathing was hard, and the rise and fall of her chest only made him want her more. He kissed her softly, closing his eyes and savoring this moment with her. He could feel her smile against his lips. She arched her back against him, enticingly, daring him to touch her. It drove him mad. One hand cupped her breast as his head dipped to kiss the other one. His tongue darted out, capturing her nipple and she moaned against him.
Miyuki could not stop herself. She didn't care now if Gaara had guards posted outside his quarters. The whole of Suna could probably hear her now as she writhed beneath their Kazekage. Heat began to pool between her thighs and everything inside her seemed to ache. She wanted Gaara to be closer to her as she rolled her hips violently against him. Their skin had grown damp as she felt every part of him against her. She had a thought before her hands travelled all the way down until she felt him against her palm. Goddess. She felt thrilled. Her hands travelled along the length of him and Gaara let out a hard breath against her neck. She slid her hands up and down, feeling his shaft harden against her palm. He felt hot and pulsating against her palm. She thought she heard him curse. Then he was looking at her, with eyes that seemed to rob her of her breath.
"I-I," Gaara was muttering. She found it so endearing whenever it seemed like he was unsure of himself. She held her face in her palm and looked at him.
"I want you," she whispered almost desperately, and he placed his forehead against her as she felt his erection slide across her center. She let out a small moan.
"Are you ready?" He asked and Damn she wanted nothing more than to tell him to just shut up and get inside her already.
"Yes," she rasped. "Yes, yes. Yes." He held her hips as he guided himself inside her. He entered slowly, allowing her to adjust to his intrusion. She felt so good, Gaara had a hard time not to thrust into her immediately with all his need. She grasped his shoulders for leverage as he thrusted deeper into her, making her body flinch. He stopped then, looking at her for any signs that he should stop or that he had hurt her. She smiled and this time, she thrusted her hips against him, wanting him to go deeper, arching her back as her nails dug through the skin on his back.
A groan drips out of Gaara's mouth as he allowed himself to go mad with pleasure. His paced quickened and she met him with each thrust. He was glad that his siblings were out on a mission. He was glad there was no one guarding his quarters. But the way they were right now, there was no doubt someone had already heard them. Miyuki felt something rapture inside her and she cried out, releasing herself against him.
Gaara lost himself in the sensation before he shuddered and stopped. He stared down at her, smiling as he saw her flustered and panting beneath him. He places a warm and long kiss on her forehead as he rolled away from her. She turned to him, an arm wrapped across his chest. She places a kiss on his shoulder and places her head there.
Her fingers drew patterns on his chest as he stared at the ceiling.
"How am I supposed to kill you now, Kazekage?" She teased. He knew she was joking yet a painful answer came to mind but Gaara did not say it out loud. Instead, he let the words linger on his mind as he felt her fall asleep beside him.
By leaving. He thought before drifting off into his own slumber.
Authors note : Heyy! Sorry for the very late update. I just suck like that sometimes. Lol. Anyways, another thing I suck at is probably writing a making love scene? Hopefully this won't get flagged or anything. LOLOLOL. Anyways, yeah I know I probably need work. Also, I hope you guys like that fact that I made Gaara somewhat adorable and not someone who is knowledgeable about it. HEHE Tell me what you think. Thank you!