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Chapter Six: A Long Night
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Then a hand grabbed my shoulder. I twisted round and screamed.
'Gaara!' I gasped, my eyes widening at seeing the god-like person centimetres from my face.
His eyes were a turquoise-green colour, and so vey, very deep; his breath smelled of honey and lilac, like his cloak. His face was smooth, perfect, and flawless; his maroon hair falling into his darkly outlined eyes. I nearly fainted.
'W-what are you doing here?' I stuttered, feeling shocked. A tiny portion of my brain that still remained intact reminded me that I sounded very much like Hinata now, but I was too preoccupied to listen to that part of my brain.
'I… I came here to tell you something,' he said, his voice hoarse. His arm slid around my waist, and the other around my head, stroking my hair gently.
'Wha-?' I gasped, trying to pull myself together. What was going on?
'Teri told me that you love me,' murmured Gaara into my neck, and I blushed.
I assumed that Temari and Teri-Chan must have bumped into Gaara. Teri was the only one who knew I loved Gaara; back in the real world, I had been a Gaara fan, and she a Neji fan. Back then, it had just been a fantasy, a dream; but now…
Gaara's lips ran up my neck and I shivered at his cold touch.
'W-what are you doing?' I managed to say, still in shock.
He pulled back, his hands still around me.
'Don't you love me?' he asked, his eyes growing sad.
'Yes… but… y-you d-don't love m-me,' I stuttered quietly, stating it. It was a fact, not a question.
He laughed quietly and leaned. I felt myself going weak again.
'Yes I do,' he whispered into my ear, 'and I want you. Please.'
'Ok,' I whispered back, my hands winding around his neck, convinced this was a dream. I must have fallen asleep during doing the acrobatics; Gaara would never love someone like me.
His lips found mine; they moved gently against mine as his arm gripped my legs behind my knees; then, in one fluid motion, he brought his arm up, knocking me down. For a second I was falling then his strong arms caught me, and his lips found mine again. He took me to the bed, but I wasn't concentrating on that; my mind was completely occupied as I surrendered to him. His lips were warm and soft; I was in heaven.
He placed me down, and he broke the kiss, and we both gasped for air. I shook my head then wound my arms around his waist, closing my eyes and inhaling his overwhelming scent.
He climbed onto the bed next to me then got onto all fours above me. I looked into his eyes, and saw a moment of hesitation in them.
'Are you sure you want to do this?' he asked, his voice sad again; it was hoarse, like in the anime, yet different somehow; I couldn't put my finger on it.
'Of course. I love you Gaara; more than my own life. Why would I not be sure?' I said, my hand resting on the side of his face.
'Yes, but… I've never done this before,' he admitted, looking down.
'Neither have I,' starting to feel impatient. I wanted Gaara; I wanted him now. Why was he delaying?
He looked at my face again.
'Ok,' he said his face lightening.
He leaned down and kissed me; but this kiss was faster, urgent, and more passionate.
My hand moved down from his face to his chest, and grabbed his black t-shirt. I had been focusing too much on his face that I hadn't noticed his body; he wasn't wearing his gourd, and had removed his red cloak. He was now wearing only a black t-shirt and black 3-quarter-length trousers. I yanked the dark material up and he stopped kissing me for a moment to take off his top, revealing a perfect, smooth chest that was muscled, despite how skinny he seemed in the anime. My hands then moved down and pulled the trousers off his legs, which were just as smooth as his chest. He smiled softly then pulled my night-dress off me; I helped him, my clumsy hands making the process take even longer.
Once it was finally off, I threw that to join Gaara's clothes on the floor. His hands ran down the side of my chest then stomach, and I shivered at his cold touch. My mouth was dry; but it was not an uncomfortable feeling.
His legs were still either side of me, but now his hand moved down to my legs, and pulled them apart, putting himself between them. My hands gripped his hair and he dropped himself down; I gasped, winded. His hands were in my hair, and his lips kissed mine again; now it was even more urgent, his breathing ragged.
I hooked my fingers into the edges of his pants and pulled them down and closed my eyes. Suddenly, his hands were on mine, pulling his pants back up. I opened my eyes, confused.
'Why are you closing your eyes? Do I… disgust you?' he asked, sounding hurt.
'No… it's just… I've never seen a… um, well, you know, before,' I said, blushing deeply.
He looked worried. 'Would you prefer not to?'
'No, no… don't worry, I was just a little scared before. Please, Gaara,' I said firmly, struggling against his hands to pull his pants down. He let go, and they slid down easily. I gasped at what I saw, and bit my lip so I wouldn't scream. Gaara threw them to the floor.
Quickly, I removed my underwear and they joined the growing pile on the floor. Now I was really impatient.
He smiled at me gently, and then his hands gently caressed my body. I nodded at him once, and as gently as he could, Gaara pushed himself inside of me. I bit my tongue hard so I wouldn't scream, but I couldn't quite stop a groan emitting from my lips. Gaara froze then shook his head.
'Are you ok?'
'Yes,' I breathed.
Slowly, he began to move. At first, it was agonising pain, but I got used to it; and Gaara began to go faster, thrusting in and out. Our breathing was ragged, and his hands caressed my breasts; my hands grabbed his back; he gasped when my nails dug in to his skin.
Suddenly, I reached my climax; seconds later, he reached his as well. Gasping, he pulled himself out and flopped down next to me.
'Well, that was quite something, wasn't it?' he said to me, stroking my hair.
'Yes,' I said, feeling put of breath but amazed. 'That was… the best experience of my life.'
'Mine, too,' he agreed.
I was blissfully in heaven. This couldn't be a dream; it was far too sensational, far too amazing; my imagination could never come up with something like this.
Still, I was glad. As Gaara pulled the covers up and over us, and switched off the lights and lay down next to me, his arm draped over me, I felt that I never wanted to leave him. No; I loved him too much. Far too much.
As I drifted off to sleep, I thought about how lucky I was to have been brought into this incredible world, that no-body believed to be real except me and Teri-Chan.
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Lo-Chan: Yes!!! At last, I is done!!! Enjoy! Please review... and nicely or I will eat your socks!
Tassi-Chan: ... Eat your socks...?
Lo-Chan: Yes.
Tassi-Chan: You are so weird. And a pervert... why are you writing this story?
Lo-Chan: ... actually, 3/4 of this chapter was written by - actually, I can't tell you, they'll kill me. But they really wanted to write this chapter for me.
Tassi-Chan: Who?
Lo-Chan: Sorry, can't tell you!!! Bye guys!!! Keep watching; I'm gunna write more stories!!!