Hours went by, and she did not eat. It had grown late into the night, and she had not slept. There was nothing to do but wait. At least in Gaara's room there were books to read.
The lock unlatched loudly on the door alerting Sakura to entry. Her head shot up to find the one person that she had been waiting for, and he looked at her curiously as if to say 'what are you doing here?'
The pinkette didn't know why she was so happy to see him. It could just be the idea of loneliness that had got her so worked up, yet her heart genuinely warmed at the idea of going back with him.
To be with him, to be in his company was her only wish at the moment.
Before Sakura knew it, she was bursting out from under the protection of her blankets. She ran over to the stoic redhead, and the second her chest collided with his own she started to cry. To her he was the only person who seemed to be on her side at all times, and he made her feel safe.
She sobbed into the crook of his neck, feeling him tense awkwardly underneath her weight. With a nervous inhale his arms wrapped hesitantly around her frame. He was cautious at first, but then he quickly pulled her tight to him as they both grew accustomed to it.
"Gaara... get me out of here... please!" Sakura cried desperately, savoring the feeling of his hands smoothing over her barely clothed back. His fingertips were just as soft as the rest of him.
"You wish to stay with me then?" Gaara asked gently, his tone almost brotherly. Surprisingly her first reaction was to nod eagerly, and she knew her eagerness stirred something in him by how his grip tightened. "You shall have what you desire, please don't cry anymore..."
Despite what he had asked her to not do the pinkette still continued to cry onto his shoulder. He was here, and she didn't have to be locked in this room of shame anymore. They could go back to his room, where the only judges they had were themselves. At the thought she cried even harder with relief.
Growing concerned he ushered her back over to the bed, only leaving to grab a glass of water for her to drink. She watched him as he moved, his maroon duster fluttered majestically leaving her entranced just by his gate alone. No longer was there a quiet padding to his step, but rather his walk was confident.
She studied him more as he filled the glass at the tap of the sink near the luxurious stone bath. His grip was firm on the glass, his posture near perfect in everything he did. Something about him was off, but she actually didn't mind it.
The redhead turned to cross the room once more, barely making the water in the glass move as he approached.
God, he was stunning. Truly a beautiful young man, how had she not realized before just how attractive he actually was? Was she blinded by his hatred and malice? Now that he was being so kind to her, she almost didn't know how to feel about it. She just hoped it wasn't Stockholm syndrome.
Falling for your captor... well how many people could claim that their captor was this handsome? She chalked it up to just finally recognizing his good traits.
Gaara began to slow in his approach as his expression grew curious. He watched her watch him, and as strange as it sounded he was just as studious as she was about the situation. He finally handed her the water, and she took it from him slowly while her fingers traced over his own for the barest of moments. He blinked, and awkwardly cleared his throat before turning away from her, breaking out of the strange dream they had put themselves in.
"The council will have no say in my relationship with you. I made that perfectly clear tonight." While the words 'relationship' should have alerted her, all she could think about was just how he had made his point.
"Did you... kill one of them?" Sakura took a long sip of her water as he turned to address her.
"No, but my threats are just as frightening. However they are convinced that you should live as a concubine rather than play at marriage-"
"I don't want to live in this room. I'd rather live in your quarters." The pinkette felt her grip on the glass tightening as another wave of anger flourished. She surprised herself over how she wasn't more afraid of him even uttering the word 'marriage' in front of her, but her focus was more based around the fact that the council truly wanted her to be his whore instead of his partner.
"I've never been in this room before." Gaara broke the silence while his hauntingly aquatic eyes dissected the space, he began to wander over to the night stand to look at the bottles placed there. She cringed as he picked one up to visually dissect it. "What are these things?"
He seemed to be absolutely clueless, and while it surprised her she also found it to be a rather normal response from him. He was a killer, not a 'lover'. How was he to know that the bottles were oils and lubricants for nefarious activities?
No, Gaara was innocent in that department. Completely untouched by sins of the flesh as no one had ever wanted to touch him. It was also why he was so fascinated by her, because she was unafraid to get close. She was unafraid to guide his hands…
"This space is meant for me to act as your whore." The pinkette spat venomously at the thought of it. He looked back to her with a raised brow, and for some odd reason her temper flared. It were as if she wanted him to know that she was more than this. "Those bottles are for my 'duties', so says the precious council. Pretty things to enhance my 'services' as a lowly concubine!"
Without thinking she threw the glass across the room, watching it shatter against the wall. It felt good at the moment, but now she no longer had water to drink.
The redhead remained emotionless. His gaze became so piercing that she felt the need to cover herself, and turn completely away from him on the bed. A swish of fabric was heard first before warm hands came up behind her, and embraced her bare waist lovingly.
Sakura's breath hitched at the feeling of his smooth fingertips dragging across her sensitive skin. His touch left tingles in its wake, and his chest warmed her back as he properly situated himself on the bed with her.
"My mate cannot be caged, nor can she be tamed. Your wild nature shows." The redhead spoke just above a whisper while he nuzzled against her bare shoulder, pecking it gently. The pinkette's figure shivered in his arms as his warm breath flayed against her creamy skin. "While I don't mind the idea of using this space, I will not have this room become your destiny. Your place is by my side... always..."
"Gaara... that's..." Sakura's heart was pounding loudly in her chest. His words were strange, comforting, and romantic. She didn't know whether to turn him away, or allow him to stay where he was. It were as if a spell was cast over her.
"I want you close to me, always within my reach. I will protect you like I protect myself. You are a part of me now." As his arms around her tightened she felt that familiar anxiety rise up once more. His tone was desperate, and yet also commanding at the same time. It was frightening her, as well as igniting a flame she thought she had lost.
"Gaara, I'm not... I'm not ready..." The pinkette trembled unable to deny the warm feelings in her chest over how he spoke so highly of her. The beast who had only ever loved himself now loved her just as much, and while it scared her it also made her feel so incredibly important. It made her feel loved, and needed. Cherished.
"I know. It's obvious that you are uncomfortable with how close I like to get. I will not enter you without your permission." Gaara hummed against her skin, yet despite saying such things his hands still wandered over her curves. Her body jolted at the contact, not expecting him to become so bold in such a short amount of time.
'Wait... what was this about not entering me?' The gears in her head started to move, and she realized that he seemed to have some rather suggestive ideas for the evening that he obviously planned on executing.
"However, please do not forget that I am a man, and you are so incredibly beautiful." The redhead made himself crystal clear about his intentions by moving his hand over her breast, and squeezed lightly at the mound. She whimpered anxiously, squirming in his grip before his other hand grabbed at the breast that was unattended.
"W-wait..." Sakura huddled forward as she breathed her words, trying to protect herself from his roaming fingers. Growing frustrated he manhandled her by the waist, hoisting her further onto the bed before twisting to pin her beneath him. His eyes drank in her image greedily as he began to pant. However this only spurred her to panic.
"You said you wouldn't-!"
"-I said I wouldn't enter you, and I will stay true my word." The redhead lowered his lips to her own, beckoning her mouth to open for him. When one of his hands squeezed at her now sensitive mounds she accidentally gasped, and he slid his tongue along her own sensually. Her whole frame quaked from the pleasant yet forceful action, leaving her to open her mouth further to reciprocate his kiss.
What was she doing? She wasn't fighting him at all like she had thought she would. For some reason she felt herself become washed in his energy, and her body desperately wanted to join him.
Through the fabric of the thin satin brazier his thumb ran over a perked nipple, the shockingly pleasurable sensation had her arching into his hand like cat while she mewled against his heated mouth. His lips broke away for the barest of moments to give a breathy laugh, the sound alone had her whole being electrified.
This wasn't supposed to happen, their relationship wasn't supposed to be like this. Yet he had her becoming putty in his talented hands. He was working her up to a place she knew she wouldn't be able to come down from very easily, and yet she was strangely fine with that.
The last time she had 'relieved' herself was before she had even arrived, and it had been weeks since that time making her wonder if the build up was causing something chaotic in her. Bathing with him, falling asleep to him holding her...
Enjoying it immensely as he experimented with himself... made everything clear to her.
There was fear over him being aroused by her, fear over her getting too close to him, fear of him touching her in a way she knew would feel good. Every thought about him, regardless of whether it had her anxious or not, had sex involved. It was always subconsciously on her mind, and when his eyes would find her across the room she felt that feeling multiply tenfold.
When he cried out her name in pleasure she had felt it ring inside her.
Gaara was far too handsome for his own good. He was dangerous, and possessive, but she found those to be strangely charming qualities rather than turn offs. He seemed to respect her, claimed to love her, or at least she believed he did. She was clearly attracted to him. Invested even.
So would it be wrong for her to let them have a bit of intimacy? She already allowed for him to kiss her, bathe with her, lay next to her as he pleased, and remained present during what should be private moments. She wanted more, secretly she knew that, but didn't want to admit it.
But the facts were there, she desired him. She wanted him badly.
Sakura's body felt hot, and the redhead was beginning to press down on her like he had earlier. He rested himself between her legs, his hand running up her lifted thigh to slip under her backside.
"Your body is so different from mine, it's so soft... delicate... beautiful." He went back in to kiss her further, hungrily devouring her lips with his own while she began to match him move for move. It was hypnotic, even more so as her tongue danced with his. His fingers dragged along her frame once more, leaving her shaking with need.
Gaara's touch felt good, and she couldn't deny that fact. The more his hands wandered she wished he would stroke between her thighs. He came dangerously close once or twice, but went right back to her bottom, or her inner thigh, or down to her knee. It had her wanting to scream at him, but instead she bit at his lip tugging hard as a statement.
With a groan he pulled away from her, his eyes darting around her face searching for something. He finally focused in on her eyes, and let out a truly shaken breath.
"You're... aroused..." His coal rimmed eyes went from disbelief to lidded as he ingested that information. She blushed at the comment, assuming that her eyes must have been dilated enough for him to truly notice. Without answering she shamefully turned her head to the side, and tried to calm herself down.
Having it pointed out to you so blatantly was embarrassing. She felt almost like a bitch in heat, waiting excitedly for the male to mount her. At the thought she flushed darker, and gave a bashful groan before hiding her face in her hands.
"There's no need to be embarrassed. I was only surprised is all, I figured you to find me... a monster. Even though you allow me to do such things to you... I was not expecting any form of attraction-"
"Well you're handsome, there, I said it. Are you happy now?" Sakura huffed stubbornly while pulling her hands away to glare at him. Seafoam eyes pierced through blackened lids, staring straight into her. He bit his lip for a moment, and her eyes darted to it before he disappointingly let it go leaving a smirk behind.
"I am happy you find me attractive, as I certainly feel the same for you." Gaara spoke just above a whisper while trailing his fingers down the center of her chest, smoothing it's way down to her satin bottoms. They were already tight to her form, so when she felt his fingers drag over the surface she let out a needy whimper.
The redheads eyes caught hers in an instant making her feel guilty for the sound she had produced, but with a hairless furrowed brow he stroked her once more, obviously enticed by the noises she made.
It was shameful, but the pinkette couldn't stop herself from making more room for him between her thighs. She let herself become vulnerable, and open, trusting in him to keep his promise. His haunting gaze kept catching her staring at him, every time she would flush a deeper shade, but she couldn't look away.
Gaara finally leaned in to lay half of his body on top of her. His lips found her neck first, nipping at it while his bated breath flayed heatedly against the skin. With one forearm holding himself up slightly for security the other hand stroked at her folds through the tightened satin, teasing her while also providing her with just enough pleasure that she could eventually finish if she wanted. Soon she found herself writhing at the sensation, accidentally whining here and there out of a desire for more.
"Does it feel good?" The redhead asked carefully, unsure of whether or not he was doing it right. While she nodded in answer her hand still went south to join his own. She guided him over the sensitive bundle of nerves that gave her the most pleasure, and as he concentrated his efforts there she bucked against his hand with a harsh mewl.
Gaara seemed to be rather fascinated, pausing in his necking to watch her react once more. She blushed, turning her face away she placed her hand over her mouth to whine against it.
The redhead blinked at her for a moment before his eyes roamed downwards to where his fingers stroked her. He tensed at something, and pulled his hand away from her quick enough to make her whimper needily. Her body was begging him to return, but he just continued to look at his hand while he rubbed his fingers together experimentally.
They slid against each other with ease.
"D-don't!" Sakura tried reaching for his hand, and as she moved she felt her bottoms slip against her slick folds. Her sex was pulsing hard, wanting badly to finish what was started. Thankfully so did he, but his desires were a bit different.
"It's so slippery..." Gaara brought the fingers to his lips, but the pinkette swiftly yanked them away.
"Don't do that!" She shrieked, but his strength outdid her. Still clinging to his arm he managed to pull her forward with it. Staring her hard in the eyes he let his tongue dart out to lap at the digits sinfully, leaving her gaping at the action. Something about her open mouth had him interested, and he reached with the same shameful hand to run his thumb along her bottom lip.
Instantly enticed by the motion her own tongue also darted out to lap at the digit, watching him closely as she took it into her mouth. His eyes glossed over as she swirled her tongue around it, and moved his thumb in a way she knew any man could recognize.
His shaking exhale affirmed that theory, and his expression showed some form of longing even after she pulled away.
"So cruel..." Gaara panted, and it actually had her giggling over how completely smitten he had become. As his face darkened she knew that everything was about to change.
The redhead violently yanked off her top, exposing her breasts. With a shriek the pinkette backed her way up into the pillows, turning onto her stomach to hide her face and chest in them. Hands stroked at her sides, and clawed down her lower back.
Gaara was completely serious now it seemed. Suddenly her hips were brought back until she was forced onto her hands and knees, but she refused to lift up her chest. The satin fabric covering her lower half was yanked down her thighs revealing her treasure for him. With another shriek she covered up her heated folds, trying to conceal her sex as he pushed her over to lay on her back once more while he truly removed her 'pants'. She kicked a bit at the feeling of getting stripped down, but it did nothing to stop him.
It was truly embarrassing, being fully naked and prodded by his starving eyes. He was panting, looking almost violent with the lust that had consumed him. She yelped as he ripped her protective hands away from between her thighs.
"Wait!" The pinkette cried out, but when his hand smoothed over her slickened sex she mewled in pleasure. She squirmed, and writhed as he started his ministrations, completely entranced by the scene before him.
"It's so hot... and wet..." Gaara's husky tone echoed in her ears while his fingers worked sinful circles around her sensitive nub, the other hand reached forward to grope firmly at one of her breasts. Her entire body rolled with a harsh moan, wanting to add more pressure to everywhere he touched. She was now shameless in her movements, and felt her shyness melt away behind a mask of ecstasy. "You like this, don't you? You're enjoying this... you like how I make you feel."
"Hnn...yess..." Sakura whined lustfully, and felt him shiver. Despite her current state she could hear him breathing hard with excitement.
"Do you want more?" The redhead panted with anticipation, and with a quick nod she gave him a pitched needy moan.
"Gaara, please-!" The pinkette could hardly make time to speak in between mewls. Her body repetitively arched into his hands to increase the friction. She was falling apart sinfully at the seams, but she didn't care anymore. She suddenly found it sexy that he was watching her so intensely with that frightening gaze of his, she loved that he was invested in every single movement and sound that she made.
It felt too good, and she wanted him to feel like this too.
While Gaara kept a steady pace, her hand ran up his thigh to feel over his groin. There was an impossible hardness there that would need to be tended to. His breath hitched at the contact, and she knew if she had a hand over his heart it would certainly be racing. She palmed at his length, getting a truly quaking breath out of him.
For some reason her hand over his erection had him moving his fingers desperately in reaction, and the intensity of it had her gripping at the outline of his shaft while she threw back her head to cry out. He thumbed over a nipple adding more electricity to the fire, making it hot and tingly from head to toe. Her hand gave a firm pump as she cried out ecstatically, and in return she got the sweetest whimper out of him.
The redhead was blushing hard, grinding his hips against her hand while she massaged firmly on the outside of his pants. He picked up his pace once more, and she started to ride against his talented fingers. The pressure became more intense, and she felt the edge of orgasm approach her. He leaned down to her ear before moaning wantonly for her, and it was enough to push her over the cliff a thousand times.
Sakura's hips lifted, her breath heaved, and she cried out lustfully as she came. His pressure remained firm on her heat, allowing her to ride out her orgasm for longer than what was normal.
She felt kisses along her jaw, a wet tongue lapping at the sweat dripping from her temples, and as she whined out a few vulgar phrases she felt his panting breath flay shakily against her cheek. The white hot pleasure had her voice going raw, and her heart pounding wildly.
His hips were still grinding against her now stilled hand, but as she came down from her high she went right back into stroking him gently.
Gaara's hands finally abandoned her in favor of going to his belt. Even in a glow she could see that he was more than ready to be handled by her. There was a sheen to his skin that wasn't there before, as well as a natural flush to his porcelain cheeks.
Even when desperate he was stunning. He was so far gone, and while that would have bothered her with any other man for some reason she found it beautiful in him. His eagerness to be touched in such a way was actually cute.
However, she wasn't going to allow him to get there until she got a show too. She got to her knees, one by one she quickly unfastened the buttons down his maroon shirt revealing the usual netted one underneath. His pale chest was expanding and deflating beautifully with each bated breath. When he finally got his pants undone he quickly pushed her hand back down to grasp at his exposed length.
At first she paused, then slowly ran her thumb over the flushed tip of him. She smoothed the precum around slowly, studying the sizeable erection he was sporting. He had gotten so big it was intimidating, and he felt so impossibly firm while she pumped slowly along his shaft.
"Please, Sakura-" The redhead panted hard with anticipation, licking his lips as if he were starving. "Please... I'm at your mercy..."
Sakura never imagined Gaara humbling himself in such a way. Begging for her to be kind, and merciful. It was so different, but it warmed her all over.
"You asked so nicely, I like that." Her hand pumped hard, every so often swirling her thumb around the tip. He became breathless, groaning in approval over the greatly needed attention. She pointed his length upwards, and pressed her naked chest against his netted one, gaining a sharp inhale for her effort. "Do you like it?"
"Yes-" Gaara started to purr, but broke out into a pitched moan that sounded very youthful. It was so cute that she couldn't help but giggle at it. When his eyes narrowed dangerously she picked up her pace, sending a harsh shockwave that made him look enraptured instead.
One of his hands grabbed at her backside while the other pulled her in tightly by the waist. His hips rolled desperately against her palm, causing him to whimper with each stroke.
"Please... please, Sakura..." He moaned out his words, his body trying hard to get him to climax.
"You want it?" The pinkette teased, and he nearly yelped.
"Yes... I'm so... close..." The redhead was beginning to tremble, and instead of answering him back with words she merely added in more speed and pressure to her work.
Gaara cried out loudly, and with the moans that followed he rapidly came into her pumping hand. His head sunk into the crook of her neck, whimpering against her skin while he gushed his essence in strong pulses. It covered her palm, and it covered her hip as well as her thigh.
She didn't realize there was going to be so much of it, but then again he only just figured out what an orgasm was a few days ago.
With a soft curse he kissed gently at the skin on her neck. His movements were lazy, like he was ready to fall into a coma. She could feel him breathe deeply, both from the exhales on her throat to the pressure of his lean chest on her own as it expanded. She breathed with him, almost matching him in every relaxed intake of oxygen. He finally sighed, a smile sounding in his voice.
"It's so different... having you do it..." The redhead huffed exhaustedly, but still with content before pulling away to view her face. His expression was curious as he focused his eyes on her. "You're so... perfect..."
Gaara sounded like he was drunk, and to her surprise he gave her a rather goofy grin that she had never witnessed on him before. She let him have his glowing moment, and she let him kiss her as slow and gentle as he wanted. Just as she felt like melting he pulled away, that genuine smile still etched on his face.
"You should get me a towel." Sakura whispered, adjusting him modestly back into his pants with her clean hand. He nodded dumbly at first before it actually sunk in.
"Towel... a towel. Right." Suddenly in action, the redhead nearly rolled off the bed to run over to the bathtub. He wet down a towel with warm water, then returned to start wiping away his mess. She hadn't expected him to actually do it, she was fine doing it herself, but it was a sweet gesture. "I hope that didn't... bother you."
He was nervous.
"No, you're fine. This is nice actually..." Right as she said it he went in with a clean part of the towel to pat gingerly at her folds. It startled her for a moment, but then she realized that he seemed to enjoy grooming her, as if it were his way of showing affection.
'Touching is certainly one of his love languages... I bet the other is quality time.' She giggled mostly at her own thoughts, but the sound had him halting his actions awkwardly.
"Is this... okay?" Gaara tried to hide his anxious expression, looking off to the side to avoid any scrutiny. He was certainly trying hard to be social with her, and she had to give him quite a bit of credit for even making it this far.
"Yes, I was just thinking how you enjoy grooming me. It's sweet." The pinkette smiled genuinely from the heart, and the most precious of blushes graced his porcelain cheeks. He pulled the towel away, and padded back over to the bathtub to throw the soiled fabric into the stone basin.
Now there was just one problem... what was she going to wear now?
While he was busy she made her way to the closet, finding it filled with revealing outfits and scandalous pajamas. She could only find one red nightgown that covered her decently, but the back was cut low, and the skirt was short with decent sized slits halfway up her hips.
It was a nightmare finding something that wouldn't arouse him further, but it seemed that she was stuck in her predicament. Luckily it came with a matching robe, but that too was low cut and barely reached past her bottom.
Sakura was done with the ponytail, finding bitterness towards the hairstyle now. She shook out her layered pink locks, they framed her face before laying just slightly above her mid back. With an exasperated sigh she walked back out of the closet finding him to be sitting on the bed looking all sorts of nervous.
Alright, so she wasn't alone in feeling a bit awkward. Thank god for that.
"Okay, you've had your fun. Now can you please escort me back to your room?" The pinkette placed her hands on her hips impatiently, tensing when she found his eyes sizing her up. "This was the least revealing thing in there! So don't think that I'm trying to get your attention-"
"You'd have my attention even if you wore a potato sack." The redhead replied quickly but then blinked at himself, he had probably meant to keep that one in his head.
Why was she finding his little fumbles cute? This wasn't supposed to happen, in the beginning she was only going to use him to get out of there, as horrible as that sounds. Now she was growing attached to him, and it was frustrating.
Yet, she couldn't deny the fact that it was happening. She liked him… a lot.
"Let's go, potato boy. I'm tired." Sakura made her way to the door, and he hopped up quickly to reach it before her.
For the first time, like a complete gentleman, he held the door open for her. Her eyes balked at his behavior before turning her gaze to him in question.
"What?" Gaara asked suspiciously, still holding the door open.
"We fool around once, and suddenly you're treating me like a noble lady. That's what." The pinkette crossed her arms over her chest, watching him awkwardly look off to the side. "Do you think this will make me desire you more?"
When he looked down, she was certain that she had 'caught him with his pants down', but he quickly shook his head.
"I like seeing you smile, so I thought I could do what all those other men do for their female partners... I just thought it would make you feel good." His voice sounded disheartened, and her heartstrings were instantly yanked.
'Oh my god! He's so pure!' She was crying on the inside, finding him to be far too sweet to comprehend fully. However, she loved every second of the hopeless romantic peeking out of him.
"I'm sorry for accusing you... I'm used to men being nothing but perverts, forgive me." She leaned forward to give him a sweet peck on the lips. He tensed once more out of habit, but then slowly pursed his lips in return. It was lasting longer than what was necessary... yet she felt she couldn't exactly pull away.
What was happening?! This was all wrong! She wasn't supposed to fall in love with him-
'Love? No. No no no. It's not love. I just like him, that's all. It's not that extreme. It won't get that far.' Sakura convinced herself, and finally pulled away from him with a small smile. His eyes looked glossy, like he was watching some sort of dream. It was a rather cute expression.
"C'mon, don't fall asleep on me." The pinkette tugged at his hand, holding it sweetly in her own. Like a curious little boy he followed her with lit up eyes, like holding her hand was one of the best things in the world.
She wished he could always be like this. Then again, it was better off if he didn't. That way she wouldn't accidentally fall in love with him.
- ….. - ….
Gaara had expected everything to come to a grinding halt once they returned to his living quarters, but he was pleasantly surprised.
The redhead had crawled into bed with her, as was the usual, expecting to pet her as she fell asleep. However, her body had turned towards him with a shyness he wasn't expecting. Soon he felt her hands traveling up his chest to tangle in his hair before pulling him in for a heated kiss.
Sakura had claimed that she was tired before, that she had no plans of going any further that night, yet here she was slipping her eager tongue past his lips. Humming as his arms wrapped possessively around her frame.
He could have done that for the whole duration of the night, he was satisfied in only kissing her, but she desired more from him. Their legs had tangled, and her body moved against him sinfully in able to get some sort of purchase from it.
Gaara didn't ask any questions, he simply went with the flow. When she would arch into him he would return the favor, and both of them would moan at the pleasurable pressure it gave.
The pinkette bit down on his lip, tugging here and there as she panted against his mouth. He wondered if he had awakened something in her after the acts they had performed in the other room, as he was shocked to find her so interested in him.
However, he wasn't going to argue, it felt too good to even fathom stopping wherever this was heading. If she asked him to he would gladly give her every single piece of him.
Sakura broke their kiss first, and while it had him concerned for a moment he was quickly reassured when she pressed him down by the shoulders. Her hungered gaze was trained on him as she swung her leg over to straddle his clothed lap. With bated breaths he waited patiently as she wielded her confidence by grinding her hips against his own.
"Sakura..." The redhead bucked and groaned ecstatically, only to be answered with a nipping at his neck. His hips jolted again, arching against her while she whined against his throat.
"I'm sorry-" The pinkette whimpered, but was quickly cut off as his hands gripped hard at her backside before pressing up against her heat. Her voice cracked as another mewl escaped her, leaving his length pulsing with fresh desire after every sweet sound she made.
"Don't be... please..." Gaara panted eagerly as he trailed one hand around her waist to pull himself up. Even though she had apologized to him her hips refused to stop their movements.
"Okay... I'm not sorry." Sakura grinned in the dark, leaning in to kiss him passionately once more. It had taken his breath away regardless of the fact that he was moaning behind their kisses.
They moved like this for a long time, building each other up over what seemed like at the very least a whole hour. A sheen of sweat had formed on both of them, and a infectious trembling had begun as they both came close to finishing.
It was rather incredible that they were able to get there at the same time. However, since he was invested in her pleasure every step of the way the second her walls began to break he found himself unable to keep himself under control any longer. He cried out, rolling his hips as his essence flooded out, but his eyes were focused on her enough to watch as she got there too. Her small shrieks of pleasure filled his ears wonderfully with every last pulse, her brows stitching together as she wore a face of pained ecstasy while she came hard on top of him.
If there was a heaven he was certain he was in it, and she had to be the most stunning of all angels too.
Lost in each others glow, they both began to laugh breathlessly before sharing one last kiss. Disappointment only snuck in when she finally broke their contact, and maneuvered carefully off of him. She laid on her back with a goofy grin, and while he could have basked in it all day he decided that 'freshening up' would be the better option. Being a male came with it's own consequences.
It was when he had finally cleaned up, dressed himself in fresh clothes did the most peculiar thing happen.
'You know, she probably would have let you fuck her. You missed out on a great chance.'
The grating voice echoed in his head, startling the redhead enough to make him jump.
'Shukaku...' Gaara frowned at his reflection in the mirror, and was shocked when the frown turned into a wicked grin. 'Leave me alone-'
'Love to, babe. Just let me have my fun. I can make her a proper mate tonight-' His reflection spoke to him, and it was so unsettling to watch as Shukaku's voice came out of his own mouth
'Not a chance.' The redhead was suddenly on the defense. He knew that Shukaku could do all sorts of things to his mind if left unchecked, and it seemed that he had almost forgotten that the bijuu existed within him after all of the newfound excitement.
'You look tired, Gaara. I bet you are dying to get some real rest...' As the beast pointed it out he felt the full effects of fatigue set in, as if Shukaku had been taking the edge off for him all these years and had decided to finally let it all sink in.
Gaara's vision swirled, his peripheral started to warp dangerously while his head pulsed in agony.
"Stop..." The redhead whispered aloud in prayer while his reflection laughed at him.
'Let me take over, and you can get that full night's rest that you have begged me for.' The beast purred in the mirror, the once aquatic eyes now turned black and gold. 'Just think... you could finally relax after all this time. You could finally feel like you're not permanently ill.'
The words were having an effect on him, his eyelids started to grow heavy while everything became pleasantly numb.
'Let me take over, let me have my fun with your new toy, and you can finally sleep-'
"No!" Gaara snapped out of it, and without thinking he punched the mirror in front of him shattering his reflection.
The fatigue subsided, his vision cleared, and he felt like he had shoved the beast back into the far recesses of his mind.
There was no way he would let Shukaku have her, not ever. Not for anything in the world.
"Gaara?!" Sakura called frantically from the door, not bothering to wait as she opened it with a start. Her eyes searched him, and in his spaciness he couldn't understand the fright that crossed her features. "Oh my god, you're bleeding!"
That's when he heard drops of liquid on the floor, and as he looked down he found his hand to be littered with sharp glass shards. His sand was there, moving about the wound in a frantic way.
Gaara knew that he had trained his body to be faster than his ultimate defense, but it had just became clear to him that he now had the ability to injure himself if he was quick enough.
He looked at the wound in wonder, savoring the pulsing pain. The crimson that poured from it felt hot as it rolled down his forearm-
"Gaara, for heavens sake!" The pinkette was suddenly grabbing his injured arm, and held it high above his head. He didn't enjoy how it started to go numb from the height. "Keep it above your head! I'm going to find some bandages!"
The redhead nodded dumbly, and didn't even register that she had left him there. All he could focus on was the pain, the burning and pulsing pain.
It made him want to grab a shard, and stab another part of himself...
"Okay, I found some. Can you get your sand to remove the remaining shards-?" As she looked up she noticed that his ultimate defense had already been working on the issue, and the last piece of glass was currently being removed. "Never mind, just bring it down now so I can clean it."
Sakura went to work, she sat him down on the toilet before wiping him down with a cold wet cloth. Judging by the burning he felt he realized the dampness was from alcohol. She was very quick though.
"Okay, hold it out a bit more." She ordered, and he obeyed silently. He watched curiously as she placed gauze on the wounds, and wrapped the bandages tight. They weren't tight enough to completely cut off circulation, but it was enough to truly compress the wounds. "Why did you do that?"
Gaara looked up to find her glaring at the bandages as she wrapped his hand. He wanted to tell her the truth, but knew that it would only make matters worse.
"I didn't like my reflection-" He began, but her scoff broke his train of thought.
"Sometimes I don't like how I look, but you don't see me smashing mirrors. Next time seek a second opinion before you give yourself seven years of bad luck." The pinkette huffed as she finished her work. Her eyes found his in an instant, making him wonder what she was truly thinking.
"What is your opinion, then?" The redhead asked gently, and it seemed to calm her down slightly.
"Of your appearance? You should already know the answer to that-"
"No, just... what do you think of me?" The second it left his mouth he felt himself become self conscious. Perhaps he didn't actually want to know that answer.
Jade eyes darted to the floor for a moment, avoiding him at all costs before color raced to her cheeks.
"I used to think you were so scary, but then I realized that you were just acting that way to defend yourself." Sakura murmured, shyly meeting his gaze every once in a while before staring back at the floor. "I was worried that you might find an interest in me, and when it became inevitable I knew it was only a matter of time before I caved..."
She paused, gathering her thoughts carefully before continuing.
"Little things, 'screw ups' on your part I would say. You'd do or say these sweet things, and I could see the real you hiding under a frightening mask. They had me thinking fondly of you, and now it's to the point that I really enjoy being around you... I like you a lot." The pinkette stopped then, and in her bashfulness she attempted to flee the scene, but he reached out just as fast to catch her. "Hey, I told you the truth okay? This is embarrassing-"
"I like you too. I want to be around you all the time." Gaara forced her to face him, and although she did it willingly her expression remained withered. He ran his uninjured hand through her pink locks, fascinated by their silkiness. "Thank you... for being here with me."
Sakura's eyes widened, and he couldn't stop himself from leaning in to kiss her gently. Her lips were soft, and warm as they always were, only this time they trembled. Lithe arms wrapped up and around his neck while she pressed her chest against his own. He could feel her heart beating wildly beneath her sternum, reminding him that she was a living and breathing person.
The redhead had found his peace again.
- ... - ...
The council and their lackeys were troublesome. Every day when Gaara would leave, someone would come to retrieve Sakura, and take her to 'her room'. The last two times he simply expected it, and went to find her there instead of going back to his own living quarters.
They would encourage her to dress provocatively, and while he appreciated how she looked the mood was killed by her shame. She hated what they wanted her to be, so he no longer found the outfits desirable.
The redhead knew today was going to be the same, and he groaned at the thought of her possibly crying again-
"Hey!" Kankuro was suddenly by his side as he walked down the long halls of the Kage building. The younger brother had no desire to socialize today, but he would make an exception for his brother. They seemed to be getting close lately, and he strangely didn't mind it. "Ready for the banquet tonight?"
"That's tonight?" Gaara blinked in surprise, feeling a bit embarrassed over his poor memory of late. However, he truly didn't mind the distractions that Sakura brought with her.
"Yeah! Gonna get cleaned up, and polished! Sadly I gotta ditch my face paint, but hey, at least dad left me some decent genes-!"
"You look a lot like him." The redhead murmured as unpleasant memories resurfaced.
He hated Rasa, but apparently their father did a descent job of running their village. He felt a bit disturbed that he could never get closure with the man, something inside him surmised that Rasa wouldn't approve of the events that occurred after his untimely death.
"You look more like dad than I do. You both have the same angry face, and you both cross your arms when you plan on fucking someone up." The puppet master chuckled before continuing. "You guys are natural broods, I'm just the cool one-"
"Cool, right." Gaara smirked at that, and it felt good when his older brother found humor in it.
"Listen, smartass-!" Kankuro stopped in his tracks with a grin.
"Smartass? I dare you to spell that backwards, idiot." The redhead pushed, and the puppeteer let his mouth hang open in shock over his younger brother's sass.
"T-a-h-t. There, I spelled 'that' backwards." The puppetmaster grinned ear to ear leaving the younger bewildered for a moment.
Suddenly a sound escaped, and it felt rather pleasant coming from his chest. A full bodied, genuine laugh. It had been so long...
Years. It had been at least ten years since Gaara had a good healthy laugh, maybe even longer. It seemed to take over his entire person, and he found himself unable to stop.
"Woah, it wasn't that funny! I have real jokes that'll make you piss your pants! What do you call a three humped camel?" Kankuro waited anxiously for a response, but his brother merely giggled while shaking his head. "Pregnant!"
Another fit of laughter erupted, causing the redhead to have to grab the wall for balance. However, the puppeteer was not finished with his tall stack of jokes.
"What do you call two lesbians in a closet?" Kankuro began to snicker, and while the redhead was still recovering from the last dumb joke he honestly wanted to hear the punchline of this one.
"No clue." Gaara chuckled.
"A 'liquor cabinet'." The puppet master beamed, but the end of the joke had the redhead completely lost. "A 'lick-her' cabinet! C'mon! That's pure gold-!"
"I don't get it." Gaara shook his head leaving his older brother gaping at him.
Kankuro put his hand over his own eyes, and gave an exasperated groan. When he finally collected himself he motioned for the redhead to follow him. Gaara's curiosity was always piqued whenever his brother had something he wanted to show him, and sadly it always had to do with something perverted that the redhead didn't know about or understand.
He assumed another lesson was about to be taught.
- ... - ... -
"Do you get it now-?"
"Yes, I get the joke now. Thanks."
Gaara was actually the one to grab the remote first to click off the television. He crossed his arms in deep thought as he slumped further into one of Kankuro's comfortable chairs.
"What's up?" The puppeteer leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, concern washing over his features as he studied his little brother. The redhead couldn't stand the scrutiny, and turned his eyes to the side.
"It doesn't seem sanitary." Gaara murmured, getting a snort from his older brother.
"It's fine, you won't get sick, unless the chick doesn't clean down there-"
"Sakura is thorough about hygiene." The redhead hissed defensively. His eyes had come back to see Kankuro staring at him intently. It was almost invasive.
"Don't expect her to do it if you won't return the favor. That's rude." The puppet master scolded.
Gaara's eyes widened at that thought. He hadn't thought about the other way around, let alone anyone putting their mouth on him in such a way. However, that day when he had finally gotten somewhere with her, the redhead had noticed something peculiar about the way Sakura had wrapped her pouting lips around his thumb.
She didn't bite or use her teeth, there was nothing but soft flesh beyond those lips. Hot, wet, and with a pressure that made him wonder...
He had subconsciously thought about it. For a split second he entertained the idea of those same lips wrapped around his length, but he had instantly shoved the thought away finding it to be far too crude.
Now, however, there was an actual term for it. People practiced such things without feeling disgusted; it was mildly acceptable.
"Yo, we gotta go! Temari has probably already picked up Sakura, and we got shit to do!" Kankuro's panic awoke Gaara from his heated daydream.
With a curt nod the redhead went into action, and said nothing as he walked past the puppet master.
"Hey, I mean it though. Don't ask her to do anything unless you're willing to do the same-"
"I got it! Stop bringing it up!" Gaara snapped, not bothering to look at the man before slamming the door behind him as he left.
He stomped up the stairs to his own quarters, knowing full well what he had to do for this ridiculously pompous evening.
The redhead would have to wash, dress in uncomfortable dress clothes, avoid killing at all costs in able to keep the garments clean... it was irritating.
Gaara entered his room, sad to see that the pink haired woman of his affections was missing. He assumed they'd be painting her up too, like all the strange women did for these events. There was always too much makeup, heavy perfumes that hurt his sensitive nose, and hair ratted up in ridiculous fashions to match their ridiculous dresses. It was not fun, it was disturbing.
The redhead huffed bitterly as he showered, while he put on the stupid white suit, and as he walked out the door to go find his brother once more. His lips formed a scowl as he grew more, and more irritated at the idea of going to this utterly pointless banquet.
Kankuro was not in his room, but Gaara entered the living space regardless. He spotted two floral pieces on the coffee table.
'What the hell are these called? Corsets? Corpses? Carriages-no... corsages?' The redhead floundered in his own thoughts before the name finally dawned on him. He picked up one that had a small arrangement of pink roses. "Corsage. Yes, that's the word."
While pleased that he finally got the word correct, he still groaned at the thought of her having the damn thing tied to her wrist.
Gaara loathed these events, and he knew the council would probably be watching him and Sakura like a hawk. It had him so pissed that he gritted his teeth the whole way back upstairs. He stormed down the hall once more, and was ready to swing the door open when he realized that it wasn't fully latched.
His eyes narrowed with suspicion, and like a true shinobi he entered the room with an expert silence. Little did he know that his silence was about to be swiftly broken.
The redhead watched carefully at first as Sakura walked out of the bathroom, but his heart pounded heavily in his chest at the sight of her.
The pinkette was so beautiful, he had never seen such immense beauty in his entire life. Her dress was like a second skin, completely seamless on her figure leaving the eyes to roam in an endless cycle of desire. Her skin glimmered, her hair shined while pinned up with a crystal hair piece, her neck sporting a glorious choker that had him hungering to kiss her throat...
Then she turned, and he truly believed an angel had graced his presence. Sultry lashes, bitten lips, flushed yet glowing cheeks... jade eyes that seemed a bit startled, but quickly warming while her pouting lips gave a smart smile.
'Marry me.' Gaara spacily said in his head, unable to move his mouth due to shock.
"Cat caught your tongue?" Sakura grinned, placing her delicate fingers on her delicious curves.
The redhead wanted to throw her down, lift that perfect form fitting dress to her hips, and thrust into her. There was a bed right behind her... it wouldn't take much effort-
'No! Don't do it until she's ready! Otherwise you will feel nothing but regret!'
Was that him, or was that Shukaku? He honestly couldn't tell, but it woke him up enough to see that he would not be able to leave this room a 'sane' man. No, every man who would look upon her would certainly feel as he did. There was no way he'd let them even imagine her in such ways...
On her knees, panting, crawling, begging, whining for more-
Gaara's eyes narrowed dangerously, and he practically slammed the door behind him making her jump.
He had made his decision.
They would not go to the banquet.