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32. Sweet Dreams
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Sakura was sitting at the table in the kitchen.
As the rest of the apartment the interior of this room was a wonderful mixture of traditional and modern elements. The light, sandy colours of the walls, the seat pads and the kitchen furnishings were highlighted by the dark walnut wood of the floor and the corner seat. A big window let in the morning sun and bathed the room in warm light. It all looked so friendly and harmonious, she felt comfortable in an instant.
The kazekage had asked her early in the morning to join breakfast with him alone in his apartment.
He refused to let her help him, so she sat down and watched him working magic in the kitchen.
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"How did you sleep?" he asked as he set down a plate full of delicious food in front of her.
"Great, and you?"
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Gaara poured her a glass of fresh orange juice. "I can't remember I've ever slept that good before."
"I'm happy for you!" The young kunoichi gave him an honest smile.
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The redhead sat down on the opposite to her as he turned deadly serious and his eyes bore right into her. "Sakura, why didn't you stay?"
After a few moments of contemplating what she should respond she found a fitting answer "I thought it would be better if I couldn't disturb your light sleep, also to be honest I prefer to sleep on my own." And by the way there's an unpredictable demon inside you.
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The caring kazekage's face lighted up "Really? Are you sure everything's alright?"
No. "Yes. Don't bother Gaara." She leaned forward to kiss him softly on the cheek and smiled at him.
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Honest turquoise eyes looked at her as he lay his hand on hers. "Maybe you should know I'm not used to sleep next to someone, nor to sleep in general. I think we are two of a kind, Sakura. We're both not used to this, I guess. Let's take baby steps, okay?" Then he let go and prepared his bread.
Sakura smiled at him and took a bite of the home-made sourdough bread with a thin layer of butter and cress, it was still warm and very tasty.
"Oh my god, Gaara, this is amazing!"
"I'm glad you like it. It's an old family recipe from my grand-grandmother."
He returned her smile and continued eating his own slice of bread with fresh cheese, chives and chopped radishes.
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Of course he isn't used to cuddle afterwards, the professionals must have always left him in his afterglow.
But he is really a trier.
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After their early breakfast she had enough time to get to the hospital and make plans for the other medics. She helped them with threatening patients and in the afternoon she gave the head medics a course to establish some new chakra skills.
They were all such nice and thankful persons and learned really quickly. In return they taught her more about Suna's famous poisons.
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In the late afternoon she had scheduled a sparring match with Kakashi to keep in shape.
The tall Konoha jounin didn't say a thing about last night, nor did she. But as strange as she found it, he seemed to avoid eye-contact.
Inwardly they were both glad they could act normal together and focus on the mission solely.
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In the evening the pinkette had agreed to visit the kazekage again.
They landed in bed together soon. Gaara kissed her passionately and his touches were gentle and caring.
Between their heated kisses and discarding each other's clothes he whispered sexily "This night is about you."
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The redhead with the amazing body focussed on foreplay, his tender fingers caressed her womanhood, but clumsy, a bit clueless and hesitant. Obviously he had never been with someone who he really wanted to please before, he wasn't skilled as Genma or Kakashi in the sharingan vision in the slightest.
Pictures from the scene with the great copy-nin rushed through her head.
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Damn, why do I think about HIM NOW?
I could tell, but I guess you won't listen.
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Gaara was trying really hard, but she didn't feel much, the certain silverhead occupied her mind too much to enjoy the kazekage's ministrations, so she decided to fake an orgasm to not offend his feelings.
She couldn't get her head free.
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It is my own fault that I can't let go, right?
Remember what the ladies told you: Tell him what you want and what you need!
I can't.
I pity you! Look at the pathetic creature you have become!
Shut up!
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After her simulated height they had quite nice sex together with tender touches and some more positions. Gaara noticed she wasn't getting close as he spooned her and so he decided to let her ride him and hopefully herself into oblivion. In this position she could move exactly for her own pleasure.
Sakura felt weird, it had never been her favourite position, she felt very naked and exposed. She couldn't let go even less when she was on top and had to think about how his eyes wandered over her very naked body. He would spot every flaw and suddenly she felt very timid and little with the great kazekage between her legs.
The pinkette decided to fake a second orgasm before he would notice her inward struggle and he came on time with her simulation.
It would had been a wonderful moment of affection and intimacy if it would had been all true. Sakura hated that she couldn't let go, that she couldn't enjoy and that she had to betray not only the kazekage but also herself.
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They lay there together in the aftermath and relaxed.
"Sakura, I wonder how did you manage to make me sleep?"
She turned to face him. "Do you want to sleep again?"
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"It felt quite nice." He nodded.
"Close your eyes."
He obliged and her green glowing hand transferred him into dreamland.
The kunoichi sat up and decided to go down to take a shower and try to sleep a bit in her own bed.
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Surprisingly there was a certain ninken waiting in her bed and warming it already for her.
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She would never tell anyone of her dreams about the copy-nin running away with her like the dream she had with Tatsuo, but this time there was nothing which woke her up too early. That night in her dreams she found sweet relief with no other than her former sensei.
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The pinkette unknowingly haunted Kakashi's dreams too. He imagined her wrapped around the red-headed kazekage and enjoying the target's touches. The Konoha jounin woke up sweaty in the middle of the night as he had imagined her screaming lustfully his own name.
This mission is going to be the death of me!
He pinched the bridge of his nose as he doubted his own sanity, before he stood up and went for another bone-crashing run into the desert night.
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Shikamaru and Temari lay in bed, the shadow wielder stared out of the window into distance as he saw a certain silverhead landing quietly on their terrace and running away into the shadows.
The young man turned to his side "Are you awake?"
His girlfriend faced him with tired eyes. "Yes. I can't sleep."
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"Me neither. What's keeping you up?" His hand brushed her golden mane in a caressingly.
Temari smiled at him "I'm glad my little brother has finally found a woman. I'm wondering what will happen next." She didn't dare to tell him that she was afraid of the council declining their relationship, after their last big fight.
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"Do you think it will work?"
"Why not? He seems very happy."
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Shikamaru was still suspicious "Hm. What do you think about the two Konoha nin?"
The blonde sand sibling contemplated for a moment. "They're exquisite ninjas, both are working hard to maintain their cover and integrating their selves voluntarily in every possible way into Suna matters."
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The brain of Konoha sighed. "That's not what I've meant."
"But?" Temari scowled.
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Shrugging he responded "I don't know. My gut says there is something between the two."
"What? Between Sakura and her former sensei? No! You must be overanalysing." His beloved giggled incredulously.
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He answered in a stern voice "Maybe, but everything is possible. He's acting strange lately, I've never seen him like that and she's… I don't know. The last time I've seen her in Konoha she was different."
Temari knew he was serious and quickly composed herself "I don't know him well, but Sakura seems much happier now since she's here. You know what happened to her with Sasuke and Naruto. She's honestly trying to make it work with Gaara. You should have a little more faith."
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"I hope you're right. So now that we're both awake, instead of agonizing about others, what about we're doing something less troublesome?" His smirk looked devilish in the moon light.
Again she scowled "What do you m…?"
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Temari squealed as Shikamaru descended under the sheets and began to push away her dark blue nightgown with his teeth.