I LOVE YOU

by kathlaida-princess

Summary: A collection GaaNaru drabbles, very short ones for that matter... A work always in progress, some of them part of my Daily Drabble Challenge. GaaNaru fluff

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to Masashi Kishimoto.

Author's Notes: Hello dear readers! Happy Valentine's Day to you all! :D Have your Gaara-POV-ed sugar rush :P

Rested are our naked bodies over the wrinkly sheets of your bed, the once heart-shaped wrappings of dozens of chocolates lodged in the valleys of the fabric. Drunken euphoria sparks ethereally from within me, every once in a while emerging as laughter in which I cannot recognize myself. It's not that I dislike sweets. Some, like the chocolates I just had with you, are even quite pleasant in flavor. They merely tend to leave me... altered.

Amazed and blur-eyed, my fingers proceed to feed yet another one to the savory mouth that is yours, and as your lips approach to retrieve their prize, honey sliding over cream, my numbed body aches in the desire of telling you, fails in the attempt of showing you how the sight of you excites me so, endears to me so... All I am able to articulate are the two words of your name, the prayer whispered between my smiling lips, and my struggle to come up with something more fails me. "Uzumaki... Naruto..." is my incomplete attempt.

Nevertheless, it is your (also abnormally euphoric) laughter that gets to me as your reply, carefully released as you try not to choke on the swallowed candy. Your body then turns carelessly to the side and, smiling, you answer the confusion written in my expression, "Sorry, it's just... the way you say my name... It's very nice..." Some more laughter, but, Please, say it again... your azure eyes seem to plead, as your fingers curl around my hair .

Damned me if I dare not to comply! Serious and devoted, my lips open and close to murmur you again, the sound that gives power to my voice coming right from the heart, lowly vibrating in my throat, caressing the air as it leaves my mouth and softly kisses your ears when it gets safely to you. For each time I repeat my prayer, you giggle more, you slide closer, making the paper wrappings rustle around us. Through the amusement I see in you the appreciation for being thus embraced, and to bring you closer I carry on, until your body covers mine and your mouth traces the humble flesh of my face with grinning kisses. But...

On the whiskered face upon me I see traces of the almost presumptuous mischief that marks your character, and I expect to be surprised when you too whisper to my ear a single, "Uzumaki..." However, you are not done and I am hanging on this dramatic pause as you merely add... "Gaara..." The effect of just two words is overwhelming, immediate and I crash you onto me, a kiss of yours meeting a moan of my own, paper vermillion hearts raining down on us and on my roaring approval.

Make me yours, dearest Valentine. Be mine, sweet, euphoric Uzumaki, and I will give you all the Gaara that is me.

And I *Still* have millions of these to write.

If I were Kushina and were alive, I'd keep the Namikaze.

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