A/N: OH MY GOD! I'm so sorry you guys, I totally just fell off the earth for like 2 weeks! But to make it up to you this chapter has TWO, count 'em, TWO lemons! This is my offering of lemon meringue pie to appease the fans. I love you guys!

Back in the hotel Gaara had fallen asleep, sprawled across the bed wearing all of his clothes. He didn't even bother to take off his shoes which were hanging off his feet that dangled over the edge of the mattress. Kiya giggled at the sight.

"Oh Kazekage-sama, what am I going to do with you?" she smiled.

As if he was answering Gaara snorted softly in his sleep and rolled over on to his back. She smiled at her soundly sleeping husband. She was happy that he was here with her but she wanted to actually spend some time with him before he had to leave. He said he would be here for about 3 days before he had to head back to Suna. Kiya really did love being the Kazekage's wife, not to sound too attention whore-ish but she loved the attention it brought her, not to mention the wickedly handsome husband that came with being the Kaze-hime. Kiya giggled again to herself. She knew she would have married him if he wasn't the Kazekage, which was just a bonus.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Gaara's snoring. He only snored when he slept on his back but he seemed too tired to really care at all. She smiled then decided that it was time for her to go to sleep as well. She walked up to the bed and laid down next to her husband, just looking at him for a moment then, softly as she could, she tapped repeatedly on the bridge of his nose.

Gaara stopped snoring once she started. His brow furrowed in his sleep, trying to figure out what it was that was disturbing him. He scrunched his nose as the feeling continued then he snorted and sat bolt upright, rubbing his nose franticly.

"What the hell was on my nose?" he asked groggily.

Kiya giggled "I was tapping you so you would wake up. My mom used to do it to me all the time." She smiled softly at the faded memory then brightened.

"It felt weird." Gaara said still touching his nose.

"I know, but it's better than trying to wake you up any other way." Kiya yawned out the last part. It was pretty late and they both should be sleeping. "Any who, I woke you up because you were taking up the whole bed and still had your clothes on." She said getting up from her place on the bed.

He groaned and flopped back to his previous position. Kiya could tell he was going to be difficult so she decided to help him out. She pulled his shoes off and threw them over her shoulder, not really caring where they landed. She stood and pulled him, by his collar, into a sitting position. She tugged on the buckles holding his grey vest on then unzipped it and pushed it off his shoulder throwing it behind her like she had done with his shoes. Gaara looked up at her through dark lashes, his eyes studying her closely with incredible intensity for a man that had been soundly sleeping a few moments ago. Kiya noticed his gaze and halted her efforts to remove his combat jacket.

"What?" she said, her hands still firmly holding the burgundy fabric.

The corner of his mouth quirked upward "I was just admiring you." He stated quietly.

"Pfft. Yeah right, I look like a whale, I'm almost 5 months pregnant." She said starting again on the zipper to his jacket.

One of his hands came up and grabbed hers pulling her closer then kissing her soundly. When she pulled away she searched his eyes to find his intentions and thoroughly thanked the Kamis that she saw lust instead of just love.

"Finally!" she whispered and pounced on him, ripping the zipper to his jacket open and touching every bit of his pale skin she could reach.

Kiya was frantic, she felt like it had been an eternity since she had last had sex and she wanted it, bad. Gaara seemed totally shocked at her outburst and was a little unsure about how to deal with his temporarily insane, sex-crazed wife.

Somehow he managed to maneuver them so they were laying the right way on the bed, letting his jacket slip off his shoulders as they went, however she had decided to be playful.

She giggled darkly, low in her throat and whispered in his ear "not trying to get away from me, now are you?"

"Of course not." He whispered back tugging on her ear lobe with his teeth.

She shuddered "Mmmm, good." Then she sat up and wrenched off her tank top and bra. Before he had a chance to do anything, Kiya snatched both his wrists and pinned them on either side of his head.

Kiya had no idea what had come over her, she felt high on arousal, the room was constantly shifting ever so slightly and she was burning from the inside out. She looked down on her husband noting his slightly confused expression but also the over whelming look of lust and passion.

THUNK! Kiya's attention was drawn to the corner of the room where Gaara's gourd had fallen over, spilling his sand all over the floor. The sand writhed and wriggled but without Gaara to properly direct it, it only told her how truly turned on by her new dominating personality he really was.

"Mmmm, looks like someone wants to come out to play." She murmured along his jaw line. Feeling him shiver she laughed lowly again saying "now: stay! Or else I'll stop." Kiya was incredibly pleased when she saw Gaara nod his head quickly.

Kiya wasted no time shifting down his body and violently ripping his pants open.

"Oh baby, come to mama!" she smiled at her own little pun then all out grinned when she thrust his pants down his legs and came face to face with the object of her desires. Hastily ridding him of his pants all together she slid her hands up his thighs parting them just enough for her to kneel in between them.

She glanced up to meet his eyes, dark jade clashing with electric blue, a horribly sinister and incredibly arousing smirk lay on her pink lips.

A soft moan escaped him when her tongue came out and traced her lips slowly, so slowly. He wanted, desperately to just grab her and ravage her, but he couldn't do that, not when it would mean she would stop playing this wicked, sinful, totally mind-blowing game she had going. He watched her tongue disappear back into her mouth and her eyes, once again, focusing on her prize. She was torturing him on purpose, but he wouldn't give in, not yet any way.

He watched her lips pucker and a second later felt the soft caress of her breath cooling the very tip of his member. He couldn't help the groan that passed his lips. The anticipation was killing him but he couldn't help that he found her totally controlling him was one of the sexiest thing he had ever experienced. Kamis he loved this woman!

Kiya felt the excitement creep over her as she acted out one of her most favorite fantasies, in fact this was better. In her fantasy world she had imagined jumping him and tying him up then having her way with him. The fact that she didn't need to tie him up just made it all the more gratifying.

His eyes fixed on her, waiting for her next move. Kiya giggled then suddenly swallowed him whole.

Gaara had not been expecting that, not in a million years. A loud yelp followed by a sharp intake of breath spewed out of him as she created incredible friction around him with her tongue. Letting him go with a 'pop' she smirked up at him then licked the underside of him firmly, using her hand to push his cock back up against her tongue.

"Fuck, Kiya." He growled as the rigid tip of her tongue traversed around his equally rigid manhood.

"Yes, Gaara darling?" she answered sweetly with a none-too-sweet face then resuming her previous activity seemingly absent mindedly.

"I-ah!...c-can I…ngg…can I m-move yet?" he managed

Kiya was totally entranced by the scene that she almost missed the question. Here he was, her gorgeous husband, undeniably handsome with his chiseled, muscular chest, Kazekage, arguably one of the most powerful shinobi in the world, stuttering when asking permission to move his hands.

"Hmmm…" she mused, tapping a finger to her chin in a thoughtful manner. "No."

A noise of frustration escaped his throat as she went back to her torturous sucking.

"Shit! K-Kiya, please!" he was getting desperate, he had no idea what his vixen wife would do if he lost it and came then, would she punish him? Somehow that didn't seem like such a bad thing but he couldn't let her get the best of him.

"Please what, Gaara dear?" she whispered over his erection.

His hands shook. Will power, this was all about will power. 'Will power, will power, will power.' He chanted to himself, trying franticly to distract his mind from her wicked tongue.

"I can't give you what you want if you don't tell me what it is." She taunted, stopping everything she had been doing.

Gaara was teetering on insanity, he had to have her but could he really make himself stoop to that level and beg her? Hmmm…yes…yes he could.

"NGG…FUCK ME!" he shouted.

It echoed in the hotel room for a moment until Kiya, herself, couldn't resist him. She yanked off her loose pants and underwear as fast as she could and straddled him in record time. She grabbed his wrists, securing them to where she wanted them and promptly thrust herself into his waiting cock. Both cried out at the same time. Kiya wasted no time starting a brutal pace. Her hands finally let go of his wrists and settled on his chest giving her a better angle ripping a muffled scream from her lips.

Gaara, realizing his hands were free seconds after he felt the familiar pressure on his chest, sprang into action, clutching her waist in a death grip and shoving her hips down harder into him. Kiya was no longer in control, but she couldn't have cared less, all she cared about was having her husband's huge cock filling her repeatedly with the fantastic friction between them.

Gaara was unaware of the steady stream of "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…" flooding out of him with every thrust of his wife's hips. Kiya heard it and complied, forcing her hips down harder.

The added friction was driving them both closer to the edge. The panting, grunts and groans, bouncing off the walls started to increase in volume until Kiya couldn't take it anymore and broke.

"GAARA!" she screamed with abandon.

"Ugh, Kiya!" Gaara groaned out as he came into her vice-like pussy.

She collapsed on top of him, gasping for air for her burning lungs. Gaara wasn't much better, his back was sweaty and sticking to the cotton sheets under him.

After a minute or two of resting, Gaara's voice, ragged and breathy, cut through the silence "Kiya? Where the fuck did that come from? Not that I didn't enjoy it, it was just…whoa."

Kiya chuckled a little, then that gave way to giggling then all out riotous laughter. Once she got a hold of herself, still giggling softly she responded "Well it came from my brain, I've wanted to do that for quite some time."

Gaara only rolled his eyes and she rolled off him, whimpering a tiny but when he was dislodged from her completely. Gaara peeled his back off the sheets under him and cuddled close to her, his hand coming to cover the bump in her stomach. His thumb brushed her skin lightly and he felt totally content when the soft sheet covered them both and sleep crept over them.

Kiya woke up the next day feeling relaxed and comfortable for the first time in a long time. She rolled onto her side and looked at her soundly sleeping husband. She held back a giggle. He was full of contradictions: on the one hand he was the Kazekage, leader of Suna, take-charge and decisive, and then on the other hand he was laying here sleeping like a baby in a little puddle of drool, totally harmless and last night...Kiya shivered just at the thought of it. She had read that in her second trimester her libido would increase quite a bit and she was definitely feeling the effects of second trimester pregnancy. Now, how to wake her husband…?

Gaara couldn't quite put his finger on it. He was waking up but it felt different than the normal floating in and out of dreaming that waking up usually brought. It was more like a physical feeling that was pulling him from his dream into the real world. He was brought fully out of sleep by a hard tug and a slurping noise coming from under the sheet that was draped over his waist. His eyes shot open then he blinked a few times to let them adjust to the light from the window and that was when he felt it. There seemed to be a wet, sliding sensation on what he realized was his very aroused member.

"Ah! Kiya?" he asked, just to make sure it was his wife.

She giggled then threw off the sheet revealing that it was indeed her. "Yes?" she answered.

"Wha-what are you doing?" he tried to force himself to calm down.

She smiled innocently up at him and said "Waking you up."

"Ngg…why did you choose…this particular method?" he wheezed.

Kiya giggled again then abandoning his cock and crawling up his body said "Well I was hoping we could have a repeat of last night but reverse positions."

"Kamis Kiya, again?" Gaara was shocked; they had never had sex this much in a 12 hour period except maybe on their honeymoon. Her look of disappointment caused him to add on to his statement "Not that I'm complaining it's just…what has gotten into you?"

Kiya flashed a brilliant smile "it's another hormonal thing, so get used to it, the bed will be your life for the next two months." And with that she sat down, firmly imbedding his cock into her body.

She moaned and started to ride him but he had to get back at her for last night so he flipped them so he was on top. He grabbed her legs and threw them over his shoulders and pounded into her brutally. He had her screaming in no time.

"OHHHH! Gaara! Fuck me! I love it! Yes, yes, yes, yes, right there! Harder! Ng-OH GAARA!" Kiya felt like she had been waiting forever for this climax. She twitched and convulsed as Gaara pushed her further and further into oblivion. Finally he came with a shudder then collapsed next to her, his softening cock sliding out of her.

Gaara felt like he needed to go back to sleep after that but he knew he would need to get up and do something or else his sleep schedule would be totally screwed. Kiya lay on the bed for a moment, wallowing in her after orgasm bliss then after a minute or two she felt a leaking sensation between her legs and decided it was time to take a shower and get up for the day. she could always have more fun when they got back to the hotel tonight. She grinned to herself then closed the bathroom door, starting the shower so Gaara couldn't hear her giggling, evilly to herself.