Beg - Cut Three
He didn't mind letting down his composure a little as he dropped down on the plush couch with the smell of her cooking in the air. Work was long these last few days and he felt exhausted. Now he is over at her place since she invited him over for dinner. Resting his eyes he felt her drop her own body on top of his, resting her head on his chest as she yawned out her own tiredness. It was tempting to just sleep now and eat later but he could feel his stomach protesting and yet it felt so nice to lay down with her draped on top of him.
"The food is ready," she mumbled and adjusted herself to get comfortable, unaware of how often she brushed up against a certain area of his anatomy.
He was just about to say; 'let's just sleep a while' until she just had to accidentally wake up another part of him making him actually groan. The majority of him just wanted to relax but a still very strong part of him wants attention that will usually take a lot of action. As he opened his eyes he could see her giving him a funny look, most likely because he has let his composure down to this extent and that has never really happened when he has anyone around. She began to sit up right on top of that area and his mind went straight to the gutter.
Grabbing her hips he pulled her under him, switching their positions, feeling tempted to press against her and claim her lips or even rest his head on her chest for once. He even imagined how he would dip his head down and finally taste those lips that are in his every fantasy. Instead he soaked in the feel of the dominant position and rumpled her hair as he looked at those startled eyes before getting up and going straight to the table so they can eat.
With it being dinner he thought maybe it would be a safe call but he was wrong since nowadays everything she does tends to catch his interest a little more than it really should. Almost everything he sees her do goes from innocent to him twisting it in his mind to something the complete opposite.
"Mmmm don't you love oden," it was a rhetorical question so he was thankfully safe from responding as he watched her drag the chopsticks out of her mouth, cleaning the broth off it as she moaned her delight.
*snap*
They both looked down at his hand; he managed to snap his chopsticks…
"No worries, I have more from where that came from," she got up, grabbing the broken pieces to toss them in the trash while her other hand grabbed a new set for him to use.
"Sorry about that," he took the new pair from her, being more careful this time around as he focused really hard on just eating. On the one hand it is good he only has a hard time around Kagome not all of the women in Suna, the bad part about it though is he doesn't know how much longer he will be able to take all of this when she is supposed to be just a friend. Now he is having a hard time being by her and yet doesn't want to be away from her either since he can easily tell that other males would love to get their hands on her and a certain part of their anatomy in her.
She cleaned up dinner with his help and walked back out to the dining room pulling off her form fitting t-shirt, revealing her toned torso and sports bra clad breasts. "Man it is hot in the kitchen," she dropped her shirt over her chair and grabbed the hair tie off her wrist, pulling her hair up off her neck. "Is it legal to walk around town shirtless, only in a sports bra," she asked him figuring he should know since he does make the rules.
"Yes, for everyone except you," he replied getting a look that ranged between annoyed and playful.
"I told you before; if it hadn't been for that ice cream I would have been shirtless at that point. I would have ice cream right now but I already ran out. Besides we're in my place, I will take my pants off if it gets any hotter," she admitted not feeling the least bit ashamed since in her mind she would be shedding the jeans for some shorts but she never said that to Gaara who was now eyeing the window blowing in the draft that is cooling her down.
He wasn't sure what he is going to do, get ice cream since that would mean she would be wearing clothes but moaning, keep things as they are as he could not ignore all of the naked flesh that has been revealed to him, or close the window with some sort of an excuse to see her shed yet another piece of clothing. His hands clenched and he bit the inside of his cheek feeling his control ready to snap as he watched her stretch with a sigh and hold up her hair. He felt his fingers twitch in his want to touch her as he continued to hesitate to make a choice.