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Dang.
You guys had to vote HELL YEAH.
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I'm so bad at writing, how can I do something like this?
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It is hot, doe.
Smex . . .
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This Chapter may be short for an exact reason I will not be telling you. -Cough-
WARNING!! D888 SMEX SCENE! ( And, yes, there is probably two more chapters.)
Chapter 9: Caring.
Our cloths were sprawled out across the room, and I couldn't even care less. I was breathing like a wild animal, as if there was no more air in the room . . . and there couldn't be! Gaara's fingers were like magic, even if they did do such vile, and sinful deeds for years. Oh, and dear Gods, how sinful those fingers were! Every second he'd just take me up high into a cloud, and every time I came down to catch my breath, he'd just take me into another. And I swear, with all my heart, that he almost took me to heaven.
" Gaara," I breathed, my voice was husky with desire, and I felt his grip on me tighten. His face appeared back over mine, and he caressed my cheek softly. As I stared at him, I noticed he was trying to gain control over something, for there was conflict in his eyes - raging. Suddenly, a small, barely visible smile broke out across his face, and I couldn't help but grin in response.
" If I start crying-"
" I'll stop." He cut me off, staring into my eyes with a serious face. I couldn't help but giggle, and replied softly," No. This is my first time, Gaara, it is going to hurt no matter what you do."
" Of course it will," He scowled slightly, and I grinned, before leaning forward to kiss him, sliding my fingers along his spin, enjoying as he shivered slightly, and growled at me. I giggled into his mouth, and before I could whisper something, his fingers slid into my hair, and gripped it tightly, pressing my mouth hard against his. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, and grip the sheets beneath me. He pulled away from my lips, only for him to trail over my jaw, toward my ear, and down to my neck, where he nipped playfully. Suddenly, his mouth clamped over my neck, and he bit me, and I cried out. It was just some sort of . . . pleasurable pain that coursed through me, and I moaned, unable to stop myself.
" Have you ever noticed . . . how things happen," I paused, taking a deep breath as Gaara's tongue slid along my neck, wiping the blood clean." And you never expected it to happen that way?" A growl reverberated throughout Gaara's chest, and he nodded slowly, breathing hard against my chest. He leaned down, licking the valley between my breast, and I bit my lip to hold back a moan.
" That day I saw you, in the hospital. For some reason, I was so sad." Tears stained my eyes, but as Gaara's tongue swept over the mounds of my breast, I forgot about my sadness, and a moan filled the room." I-I couldn't believe that could happen to you, Gaara. Even if I didn't realize it then, I cared for you . . . deeply. Then you were alive, and I couldn't stop you from hurting me. I didn't care. I was happy you were alive." He smiled against my skin, before going back to his ministrations on my chest.
" Then . . . I didn't really care what you were doing to me. I decided to lie," There was a pause in his movements, and his muscles tensed. I smiled, before reaching up to run my fingers through his hair." So I can stay with you longer." And he continued, while I tried to catch my breath.
" And I didn't care if you hated me, Gaara. I really didn't." I paused as he kissed his way back to my neck, making a soft whisper of Gaara's name to slip passed my lips. When he reached the wound upon my neck, and gave it a gentle kiss, I whispered," All I wanted to do was look at you. And I found a simple boy who only wanted someone to love him." He paused once more, and I caught a glimpse of his eyes from the corner of mine.
" And to tell you the truth, Gaara . . . " I whispered, my head sliding to the side to catch his lips in a passionate kiss that made him groan into my mouth." I don't care if you can kill me, or if you hate me, because at least it's a passionate emotion. I mean, where is the line between love and hate? It's thin. I can tell you that."
He sighed softly, before laying himself back over me. I spread my legs open, and he positioned himself at my entrance." Are you sure . . . ?" There was hesitation in my eyes, and I just smiled at him." I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life." He nodded slowly, and as I clenched my eyes tightly shut, he pushed himself into me, hard - trying to probably make it easier for me. He was right, of course. Making it slow would be painful - like slow torture. Tears sprung back into my eyes, and I let out a cry of pain. Gaara's fingers made their way to my cheek, brushing the tears away from my eyes.
I shifted, trying to get pain to disappear. Of course there was some pain still, but it had some certain warmth about it that made me say," Move." And Gaara obliged, rolling his hips against mine. The warmth increased, and I let out a soft moan, noticing the pain disappearing completely.
" Go." I said simply, and before I could even breathe again, he rolled his hips once more against mine, and the spring, whatever it was inside me, got even tighter.
And soon, we were both breathing wildly, trashing around like animals, beads of sweat rolling down our bodies. And I couldn't be in any better place. He thrusted into me as I let my hips lift to meet him, letting my eyes roll to the back of my head in pleasure. Soon, I jerked, the spring within me almost meeting its end. I wrapped my legs around Gaara's waist, tightly, pulling him closer. He seemed to notice what I want, and he pulled himself out, almost completely, before thrusting back in, completely. Then that's when the spring sprung completely, breaking, and I clenched around Gaara, causing him to thrust once more, until with both reached our high. Warmth seeped into me, and I let out a soft cry, blocking out Gaara's grunt from my ears.
And if a demon could take a human, as simple as me, to heaven . . . than anything could be possible.
Gaara collapsed on me, his arms wrapping themselves around my waist. He was still sheathed inside me, and I didn't even seem to notice at the moment. I was completely immobile, and I was staring down at Gaara's red hair, his back arched so that his face was pressed against my hot, sweaty belly. His breathing seemed to calm down, but it still had that harsh tone to it.
Drowsiness coursed through me, and as I laid my head back down on the pillow, and closed my eyes, I whispered very softly, as if I didn't say it at all," I love you." And even if I was barely aware of anything, his body tensed, but he did not say anything in return.
Finally, he asked softly," Say it again."
Of course I would, Gaara. For you.
With a deep breath, and a dreamy smile on my face, I said," I love you, Gaara - and I think I always have." And Gaara didn't need to say anything in response. I already knew he loved me, and being with me was as loud as words.
Then, I just let the oblivion of my dreams overtake me, listening to the soon steady beating of Gaara's heart.
-One Month Later.
So, it was real then.
My thoughts, and determination for what I had done, rose again, and I stomped back home, my hands clenched into fists at my side. I called for Gaara once I was there, telling Tamari and Kankuro, who stared curiously at me, to leave so we could have some privacy. And as Gaara made his way down stares, he eyed his retreating siblings, before looking at me in question.
And before I could stop myself, I let a smile grace my face.
" Gaara," I said softly, sweetly. He narrowed his eyes at me, trying to figure out what I was about to do . . . or say.
" Guess what," I grinned, closing my eyes, letting a smug expression take over my face.
" Hm?"
I opened my eyes, and let it fixate on him, before saying softly, happily," I'm pregnant." He said nothing at all, but his eyes did widen as far as I had never seen them go. A shrill shout ran throughout the house, and I spotted Tamari running toward me, and Kankuro, lifting me up, and hugging me tightly.
" I'm going to be an aunt!" Tamari shouted happily, and Kankuro grinned, saying," I'm going to be an uncle!"
" Yeah, you can let the baby play with your dolls." Tamari snickered, ignoring the glare she got from her brother. I smiled at both of them, and when I looked over at Gaara . . . he was no where to be found. I left Tamari, and Kankuro to bicker loudly, before walking up the stairs, and toward Gaara's office." Gaara?" I called softly, entering his room -- our room --, spotting him near the window, his hands clenching the windowsill so tightly that the skin over his knuckles were white.
And I suddenly got the feeling that . . . he wasn't happy.
" Gaara?" I whispered softly, walking over to place a hand over his shoulder. He tensed under my touch, but soon came to relax as I laid my head down near the crook of his neck." Are you mad?" I asked softly.
He let out a soft sigh, before muttering," It is my fault."
" For what?" I asked, glancing over at him.
" You can die, Sakura." He growled. I shrugged, smiling over at him." I already knew the consequences."
" You already knew?" He snarled, ripping himself away from me, leaving me slightly hurt.
" Well, yes . . . "
" Why did you do it?" He growled, glaring at me, and I suddenly felt as if I had done completely the wrong thing. But I didn't, and I know I didn't.
" Because I couldn't just let you die, Gaara." I growled, glaring at him now." And I don't care if I die having this child, because it is our child, and no matter what, it will be a beautiful baby. All it needs is a father, Gaara. He has Tamari if something happens to me . . . " But my voice trailed off, and I spotted a glimpse of panic in his eyes. And slowly, I walked over, wrapped my arms around him, and nuzzled my face into his neck, while I breathed," If something happens to me, Gaara, it is because I let it happen to me. The baby did nothing wrong. Even if he did something purposely to me, which I think is impossible, I'll still love him. It will be my baby no matter what it does." His body was still tense, but he let his arms slide around me, crushing me to his chest, burying his face in my hair.
" And you're forgetting I had you, Naruto, and Tsunade-san train me to become better as ninja. I am strong, Gaara. I'll be able to pull through. For you, and the baby."
His grip tightened on me, and I smiled.
" I love you."
And there was no way he could doubt that.
- Before the birth.
Dear Gaara,
If you're reading this, then that means I am probably already dead. Now listen here, Gaara . . . I may be dead, but I still will be watching over you. You better take care of the baby, no matter how evil the little thing is. I know, no need to be joking around . . . just trying to lighten the mood.
I know I promised you I would make it through, I guess I just decided to let it slip a little. But remember this Gaara, I'll always love you, no matter what. You may have been an ass the entire time I've known you, but you were still a boy who needed to be loved, and for that, I saw the real you. You may have been broken, and completely shattered, but when I saw that, I tried picking the pieces up.
Remember when I said there was a thin line between hate and love? I mean, there truly is a thin line . . . And I know now that I never really hated you. I never did. Even if you hated me, Gaara, I could not return that emotion. You were just a boy to me, and somewhere deep down within me, I had compassion for you; I wanted to help you.
But I suppose I won't be the one doing that now, will I?
And even if it hurts to say such a thing as this . . . I want you to move on. Forget about me, Gaara, and find someone who you can truly be happy with. I was just that piece in your life that made you start to realize you could love - at least I hope I was. But honestly, Gaara, no matter what you do, I'll always be with you.
Now, besides that, this baby must hate me. This actually hurts a lot, and I'm only telling you this now, because I never expected it to hurt this bad. No, no, I'm joking. I expected it, and at least I was prepared. The baby will be great, Gaara.
I was thinking, if we have a boy, I want his name to be Raiden. I know, it means thunder, but I'm writing this letter when it's raining, and I thought it was a beautiful name. Then, for a girl, I was thinking of naming her Ai . . . I hope you know why I call her that.
Love,
Sakura.
P.S. It may be weak, but I'm crying right now Gaara . . . I truly am scared. I don't know what will happen to me, and thinking about it freaks me out a little. Of course I want to live, Gaara, of course I do. I want to see the baby . . . I want to see you smiling at the baby, Gaara.
All I ever wanted was for you to be happy.