A/N: I'm starting to wonder if I have to put author's notes on each story/chapter/everything-I-freaking-write. It's getting annoying, honestly. But I guess each story requires a disclaimer. But if they are in chapter format, should I have to put a disclaimer on top of every one? Something to mull about...I do not own Naruto characters.
Haruno Sakura was a lot of things…beautiful, cunning, tenacious…but she definitely wasn't stupid, or careless. Which is why she was stunned to find herself in this position. She stared in utter horror at the man walking towards her from the depths of the icy cold Konoha waterfall she'd been about to bathe in. Her arms were wrapped firmly around her chest, hiding her bare breasts from his hungry sight. She was in water up to her waist, the slight indent of her belly button just barely visible.
Her clothes and weapons were neatly folded on a rock relatively close to the river's bank, but it was still too far for her to reach in time and the man would see everything she was in her attempt to make it. She trembled as she watched him make his way closer to her. She could see the faint outlines of his belongings on the other bank and wondered if he'd thought of the same thing she had and sought the icy depths of this isolated haven.
She could feel a blush creeping up her face as her eyes wandered over his form. She'd never seen a man like this; well, outside the hospital of course. In the hospital, she'd seen dozens of the same well muscled lean physique of many shinobi men, but never one this…raw. She could feel the power and pure…maleness…of this man oozing from every pore and soaking into her skin. It made her feel tiny and helpless…quite a victory with a woman who could pulverize mountains with her bare fists.
She watched, mesmerized, as the pale shinobi before her moved slowly, as if afraid of running her off. She was leaning away from him when he slowly reached his hand out to her. She started trembling as her wide emerald eyes met slightly bored jade ones. She bit her lip, as if trying to determine if he was safe. She noticed his eyes widen and suddenly he jerked her to him and jumped up into the air. She screamed and pushed against him, but when she felt a grainy substance under her feet, she opened her eyes and looked down.
She squeaked as she saw a large snake eyeing them from the water. It had deadly looking fangs as it watched them, its baleful yellow eyes full of hatred before it slipped under the water once more. She heard a growl from the man in front of her and blushed as she remembered that neither of them had any clothing on. She sank to the sand and tried to hide her nakedness from him. Suddenly, she felt something wrapping around her and looked up to see him putting his robes over her shoulders.
She also noticed he now had long black pants on, where before he'd been naked. When he knelt in front of her, his eyes asked what his mouth did not: 'Are you alright?' She let out a sob and buried her face against his shoulder. She wasn't a crybaby, but she had an overt fear of snakes ever since her first encounter with Orochimaru.
She could feel his surprise as he sat on the sand with her practically in his lap. She couldn't help the blush that rose to her face, even as she cried quietly, at the thought that she was all over this young man and yet she was naked beneath his robe. She felt his hand on her back, a hesitant touch, before she was being pushed away gently. Again, his eyes asked if she was alright. She nodded and sniffled lightly before pulling his robe more closely around her. He stood and then reached down and picked her up, cradling her gently to his still bare chest. She almost started climbing him as his cloud of sand lowered them to the ground, but a look from him told her they were once again alone.
She held tightly to him and looked over at the water. She looked back up at him and noticed him staring down at her intently, almost like he was debating something. She was shocked when he slowly brought his hand up and caressed her cheek. It was so gentle compared to the things she knew about this young man. Not that she could really hold a grudge after learning about his sad childhood. She knew loneliness, but nothing like he'd had to endure.
She leaned into his touch, her nerves still on the fritz from the surprise attack from the large venom rope with eyes. She took a deep breath. That's right…a rope with eyes. That's all they were…she bit her lip, knowing that he'd think her crazy if he knew what she was thinking. She looked up at him and noticed him staring down at her with a mixture between awe and annoyance. She wondered what could be causing him to be annoyed, but her question was answered when he leaned down and brushed his lips to hers.
Every nerve in her body was instantly electrified by the gentle touch. His lips were rough, slightly chapped from his life in the desert, but as he brushed them to hers, the rough texture ignited a heat in her body. She closed her eyes as he made no move to further the kiss, just gently pressing his lips to hers. Her arms, which were still wrapped around his neck from before, pulled her up to him and she pressed more persistently against his mouth.
She could feel his fingers twitching, like he wanted to touch her but was afraid to. No, not afraid…he was a lot of things, but afraid was never one of them. Reluctant…that was it. He seemed reluctant, like he thought she'd break if he touched her. Then again, considering his past…she growled slightly and pulled herself up tight against his body, letting his body heat soak into the robe she was wearing and radiate to her body.
She felt him stiffen and wondered if she'd gone too far, but she didn't get time to contemplate it long as he wrapped his arms around her and nearly crushed her body to his. He kissed her voraciously, licking and nipping at her lips in a primal, almost animalistic way. She heard him growl and she gasped as she felt his hand slide into the slit of the robe and gently caress her thigh. The caress moved up from her thigh to her hip and pulled that area more tightly against him.
She heard his quiet moan against her lips and could feel the throb of his need. She doubted anyone had ever allowed themselves to be this vulnerable around him. Most likely they feared him too greatly to drop their guard long enough to get to know him. It was truly sad because he was an excellent kisser. Even as she thought it, she felt herself being pushed back onto the soft earth. She felt his hand lift the leg he'd been caressing up and cradle it gently in his arm as he pressed his hips to hers.
She gasped and clung to him, the heat mesmerizing her and the sound of her own heartbeat thundering loudly in her ears. If this had been anyone else, she would never have allowed herself into this position. But Gaara was one of the few people that usually never had ulterior motives for what he did. He acted out of pure instinct more often than not, so this was quite unusual for him to do. She ran her hands through his hair and gently kissed around his eyes, over his forehead, and even pressed soft kisses against his cheeks.
She was kissing around his eyes when she felt his hand between them and she gasped, arching into his touch. She made soft whimpering noises as he delved his fingers into her treasure, making her near mindless in the process. She could feel him breathing against her shoulder and could feel the scrape of his teeth, sharp like fangs. She didn't think much after that, because as soon as she tried to he would move his hand and she would be that much closer to oblivion.
She was shocked when it felt like her whole body was falling apart as he gently stroked her. Her body started shaking, involuntarily curling up as if warding him off. Her mind was fragmenting in slow motion, right in front of her, and there was nothing she could do about it. She was completely unaware of the things around her until she felt a gentle pressure and then pain unlike she'd ever felt in her life. She yelped and dug long, neatly trimmed nails into his back. She heard him growl again and then he was gently pushing into her again and again.
She could feel him inside her, stretching her in ways she'd never been before. Tears pricked her eyes and threatened to spill over, but she found the burning sensation lessening with each thrust of his hips against hers. She felt him grip the other leg and pull it up around his hips with the other, making her lock her ankles around the small of his back. She gasped in surprise as he hit a very sensitive spot inside her.
She bit her lip to keep from screaming as he hit that spot again, only this time he rubbed against it for a bit. She noticed him start to actually consciously attempt to rub there and she started wailing in pleasure. Tears fell down her face as the pleasure overwhelmed her. She held tightly to him until she felt the heat gathering inside like it had before when he'd used his fingers. She could feel the blankness returning to her mind as pleasure consumed every thought.
She felt her lungs expand seconds before she belted out a throaty scream as her body gave in to the demands of his and euphoric waves crashed in on them. She could feel her own body short circuiting, going haywire. But what shocked her was his face. When he looked into her eyes to watch her pleasure, she could see the tension. When she started contracting around him, she could see something in his face just snap. It was like throwing a rock through glass and watching it shatter.
She watched him through half closed, sleepy eyes as he threw his head back and let out a cry that surely echoed all the way up to Iwa. His eyes were closed, but she could see rapid movement under his closed lids and knew that if he opened them they would be white from being rolled into the back of his head. His mouth was gaping open almost obscenely, the dim light through the branches of the trees around them highlighting the fangs inside. She could feel the blunt nails on his fingers digging into the underside of her thighs, keeping them firmly in place. And with each pulse she felt coming from him, his hips would crash almost violently into hers.
When she could breath normally again, she looked down at him where he'd crashed atop her. His eyes were closed, his entire body covered in sweat, and his head rested on her breasts. He would nuzzle her breasts lovingly and then growl slightly and thrust his hips again, as if claiming ownership. She regarded him through half closed, sleepy eyes for a while until she decided she was just too tired and too dazed from the day's events to try and stay awake any longer.
And so she gave in to sleep, curling up around Gaara in a self explanatory way. He looked down at her and wondered what she was doing until her breathing evened out and she was sleeping soundly against him. He said nothing, just ran his hands up the outsides of her thighs and gently pressed kisses against her breasts. The first sounds of night reached his ears and he looked up to find them still out in the middle of the forest, next to the lake where he'd saved this woman from a giant snake.
He wondered absently if she'd given herself to him because he'd saved her or if there were other reasons behind it. Regardless, she'd given herself to him and he felt a small stirring in his gut. That something demanded that he protect her with every living breath he took because…she was his now.