Hi there! (^-^) Thanks to reviewers, followers and faves. I do love you guys; you make me stay motivated to write. As you have noticed I upload bits as I complete them, if you rather want me to upload when the section is done or something other please let me know and I will look at the possibility.
In the story: Gaara is still trying to figure out this 'man and wife' business… (^-^)

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Gaara had heard stories, lots of stories, of the difference between pleasuring yourself as a man and pleasuring a woman. Kankurou had been generous with sharing details, but Gaara also knew a few things from his knowledge of the human physique. Women were shaped differently than men. They had breast and wider hips where men had a more muscular structure to their physique added to that was the difference in genitalia.

He was also well aware of what he had just touched but what astonished him was the reaction his touch had on her. Her expression, although briefly, had changed and that affected him as well.

Intriguingly he raised his hand up and let it caress from her clavicle downwards to little sounds from her and when he reached the breast again he felt a hardened knob on the tip of the breast. Amazed he let his hand stay there. Her nipple was reacting to him.

Feeling irrationally ecstatic Gaara turned his gaze from her breast to her face. Miki was biting her lip but with a smile and her breathing was different from before.

"Does it… Does it feel good when I do this?" Gaara asked, and though he interpreted her reaction that way he needed to hear her say it. He cupped her breast in his hand feeling the weight of this foreign part of a human body. He found it pleasurable.

"Yes, yes it does." Miki breathed and though the room was dimly lit he believed he saw a blush on her cheeks. His cheeks were hot but the situation was too special for him to care right now. The most distracting was the throbbing feeling between his own legs.

"Gaara?" she almost whispered. "Can I… Can I touch you?" He swallowed but then gave her a nod taking his own hands back to himself. Moving closer Miki now almost sat on his lap when she began to run her fingers down his arms. Her gaze switched between looking at where she touched him to his face, curious to know his reaction. She tucked a little at his sleeve. Gaara looked at it unsure what she meant by it. There wasn't anything on it?

Miki moved again and now literally straddled him, sitting on her bent legs with him underneath. Gaara was embarrassed. There was no chance that she didn't feel the bulge in his pants just as there was no way he couldn't force his focus away from the feeling of her body this close.

Sliding her arms around his neck she smiled and said:

"We learn it is a delightful experience for a man and wife to be so close they are as one." Gaara nodded again. Though they were indeed very close physically to each other right now, he did know that there were still some barriers between them. Like their clothes…

A gasp escaped him when she stirred a little accidentally rubbing against him. He needed to regain some focus. This was… This was so uncommon ground for him that he had no idea what to do next, so instead he took a step back figuratively asking her:

"Where do you, ehm, have this knowledge from?" It was a rather weak attempt but it was all he could think to do.

Eagerly to answer Miki sat up straight again unintentionally rubbing against him, but this time Gaara managed to suppress a groan. Absentmindedly he wondered if he could ever have the same effect on her.

"We learn before we marry." She said with lights in her eyes. "We learn how men and women's bodies work and how they fit together." The latter made Gaara's blush renew. How could she say such things without the slightest form for discomfort?

"We learn how to have a god marriage by listening to stories from the elders and before entering the bedchamber the bride get the last advice from the bride's maids."

Surprised Gaara stared at her, 'wait, what,' but she continued without noticing it.

"The bride's maids are either family member or friends of the bride who have themselves gotten married recently and their advice is therefor always important to listen to." She tilted her head in a way that made Gaara think it was her signature, but the smile that followed was comforting though curious.

"How do you learn here?" she asked while beginning to caress his back. The action was seemingly unconscious but if what she had told him now was true, she had a better idea on how to proceed than he did, meaning that everything she did was something she had thought through and planned before acting.

Her touch was distracting.

"We, ehm, do it pretty much the same way… getting advice from elders and friends…" Gaara's mind was having trouble focusing on talking as Miki had shifted her hands' attention to his chest. Slowly stroking up and down she sustained the warm feeling he felt inside. Maybe he should return the gesture? He hadn't paid much attention to her bare legs but as she focused on his chest, he instead focused on her legs barely covered as the silk kimono had crept up when she sat down on him.

Miki took a deep breath of air when he touched her thigh and Gaara paused immediately. She smiled to him and pointed at the garment.

"I think… I think you should be the one to take it off me." Gaara considered this. It was not something he would mind doing but again the thought about all her actions being planned beforehand discomforted him. Was this really something she wanted? He knew he would have nothing to do with this if she wasn't content with the situation herself.

"Miki…" he started but then stopped as he wasn't sure how to ask her this. He managed to get stand up and she followed him waiting patiently as he contemplated the possible ways to say it and he ended up with going with the question straight out, there was no room for misinterpretations. Taking her hands in his he looked her into her eyes asking:

"Miki. You don't have to do this. We don't have to do this. So why..." he could see the hurt in her face but he had to continue. "Why do you insist on doing this?"

"We need good marriage." She replied surprised and hurt audible in her voice, and her answer was more meekly this time than before and Gaara didn't buy the explanation.

"That is possible without this." He looked insistently at her. "Do you even want this?" To his shock Miki looked like she was about to cry. Horrified by her reaction he brought her hands to his lips kissing them as they had both done earlier.

"Please understand." He begged. "I'm in no way saying that I will not make you happy. I will do everything in power to do that. But this…" he indicated the futon and the expectations that were upon such a thing on a wedding night. "This I can't do to you."

"Wh-" she cleared her throat and he saw the tears in her eyes. Gaara felt confused, it was breaking his heart to see her like this and he had only known her for less than a day.

"Why can you not?"

"It's wrong. If you don't truly want to do it for your own reasons, it's wrong." He took her palm and rested his chin in it, an act he had no idea why he did other than it comforted him. "I promise you. We can still make this a good marriage."

Miki's response was disheartening as she pulled her hands back and let herself fall down upon the bed. He was desperately hoping she wouldn't begin to cry. He didn't think he'd have the strength for that. Luckily no tears came and after sitting a moment she looked back up on him and said:

"I apologise. I have been expecting things of you that I should not have."

This was not what he had thought she would say but it was intriguing enough for him to sit back down with her. Curiously, as the whole night had been, he looked at her.

"What do you mean by 'expecting'?"

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Please tell me how I'm doing. I find Gaara harder to write than the other characters in this universe, and I don't want to make him ooc. I do think that I caught the gentleman in him, because we all know that there is a sexy gentleman hidden behind his stoic appearance. a very sexy man indeed. :P