The Kazekage's Call Girl
Perhaps she was the most gorgeous woman, he ever laid his soft aquamarine eyes on. Her face resembled that of a celestial maiden, and her pouty lips could always capture his attention, no matter who else was around. There could always be a plethora of people who could surround the both of them were they stood, but not one, single- girl, could take his attention away from her. There was something different about her, compared to many others females. Maybe, it was her quiet demeanor that attracted him the most. Her shy orbs always made him shiver involuntary, every time she hid amongst her teammates.
She was flower among the weeds in The Village Hidden in the leaves; Yes a precious dark-lavender haired beauty that was almost always outspoken, compared to the other, common kunoichi of Konoha.
Gaara placed his chin onto his intertwining fingers, and formed a smile onto his smooth lips. He stared at her with whimsical orbs, and once again, was mesmerized. She was a rarity, a gem so valuable in his protruding eyes, but unlike the last time she was here, the Hyuga was alone.
Hinata teetered on her high heels, and presented herself in front of the oh-so debonair Kazekage. She wore a gossamer-like black kimono that stopped beneath her slender thighs. Her dark locks were pinned into a neat oriental-styled bun, and one lone ringlet splayed across her forehead. Her lips were increasingly plump, and shiny with her pearl colored lip-gloss.
The Hyuga smiled shyly, and Gaara felt like he was about to have a heart contusion. She then flashed her brilliant, coal eyelashes, and licked her upper lip with the tip of her moist tongue. The Kazekage grinned slyly, and thanked Kami for the present he was about to receive.
Gaara was a lonely man; there was absolutely no doubt about that. He couldn't help, but think the day he met Hiashi was purely destiny. The crimson haired Kazekage could remember clearly the agreement between him, and the vixen's father. If Gaara got Hinata for only one night, he would try to put in a good word for Neji. The Kazekage let a soft chuckle escape his dry lips. He believed he got the better end of the deal, especially with this gorgeous goddess if front of him.
Hinata hopped upon his wooden desk, and crossed her pasty legs. The dark haired kunoichi loosened her silky locks from her pinned bun, and slowly parted the folds from her kimono. A splash of cleavage showed from her black lingerie underneath.
"As agreed Kazekage sir, I'm yours for tonight." She whispered seductively. She swept her bangs away from her heart-shaped face, and lightly bit her lower lip.
Gaara's orbs grew fiery; he couldn't help but smile sinisterly. Gaara stood up from his chair, and led himself to the towering windows. One at a time he closed the blinds, creating the private atmosphere that he desired. He couldn't risk getting caught by a wonderer, and lose this opportunity.
Finishing, he slowly crept towards his desk, and placed his calloused hand on Hinata's lap. Slowly, he brought his lips to her ear, and lightly blew into it. Shivers traveled down the dark haired Hyuga's neck, and Gaara smiled maliciously. Gently, he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, and placed his lips onto the nape of her neck. He began to nip, and suckle passionately on her soft skin. Hinata let an elongated moan escape her parted lips, and Gaara smirked against her skin. The Kazekage took Hinata's right hand into his, and caressed her cheek. "You will do as you are told?" he whispered into her crimson tinted ear. The dark haired kunoichi lifted her head to face him and nodded. "I will do anything you say." She replied.