Mission Impossible: Housewife

By KawaiPanda

Chapter Fourteen

A GaaIno Love Story

It didn't take too long for me to heal, thank Kami. Well, not when I cheated doctors orders. I mean, I have the ability to speed up my naturl ability to heal with my chakra and they honestly thought I was going to let myself heal naturally? Not very likely, bunch of idiots. And though I had ordered Gaara to stop with the guilt trips, it was there constantly when he saw me struggling to walk to the bathroom, wincing if I made the wrong move and pain tore through me. So, I rushed it for his mental well being as well. Plus being bed bound for most of the day was very boring.

The doctors were a little suspicious when I went for my checkup. Instead of it taking a couple fo weeks to heal, I was fine in a matter of days, but because the only chakra running throughout my system was my own, they had no evidence against me. It's kind of sad how behind the Suna ninja were when it came to all things medical. I wasn't the best Konoha had to offer because I chose to specialize in the mind and interrogation, but I knew a lot more than the doctors and medics here, something I planned on fixing whenever I could convince Gaara to allow me to do something—anything besides sitting around and doing nothing.

And from what I was hearing from Tenten and Kankuro, things weren't good with the Elders. They were highly upset about my condition, so it was necessary to speed things up.

Thankfully it didn't take too long for me to be determined I was completely healthy when I was able to stretch my body without feeling the slightest hint of pain.

But Gaara... things were completely different now. He wouldn't touch me. Not after all of this. I think he was afraid of hurting me again. I was a little at first, but when the doctor calmly mentioned that it would be okay for us to... resume maritals, we didn't. Not that I'm a wanton whore who spends all her time thinking about getting into someone's pants, but I kind of missed it. It felt good, very good and in a way, was making Gaara and I closer.

And when it had been a month since the incident, with Shikamaru (who Choji could convince to come, but neither of us said anything...), Choji and even Tenten recently gone, two whole weeks after I had healed completely, it began. Today was no exception.

It was early when I awoke. Groggily, I turned over and reached for Gaara, only to be met with empty space and cold sheets on his side of the bed. If he had come to bed, if at all, he hadn't been here long. What the hell?

And then it hit me. My legs began to quiver, and I arched my back, fighting to keep my hands away... away from down there. The ache of emptiness... I needed him to fill the void, but until he came to his senses that wouldn't be happening anytime soon. And I wasn't going to beg for it. Fuck that.

As quickly as it came, it left and I forced myself back to sleep, aching for my husband.

When I awoke later that morning, it was to find my husband by my side as if he had never been missing.

I wasn't sure as to how I felt about this. Gaara wasn't the type of guy to cheat. He just wasn't... was he? And he was the Kazekage. He had a village to run, and I knew from Temari and Kankruo that before me he worked almost nonstop. Maybe he was falling back into his old ways again. Sigh. Should I talk to him? Or let it go? I got an eyeful of the handsome redhead. His expression was peaceful. His long lashes were resting on his pale cheeks. After getting my fill, and not to mention my stomach painfully reminding me of it's need for nutrition, I stood from my perch on the edge of the bed and shuffled my way into the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge for something to eat.

I was starved!

I had breakfast done before daybreak and was seated at the table when a groggy Kankuro stumbling down the hall from his part of the house, sniffing the air noticibly.

"What'cha cooking?"

"I'm already done, go ahead and make yourself a plate," I mumbled around my fork, adding as an afterthought, "It's just pancakes." Nothing special. After all, it would take too long to do something elaborate.

When he took his first bite, he moaned in delight. "Kami, woman. If you weren't already married to my brother, I'd snap you up in a heart beat."

I giggled. "I don't think Tennie would appreciate that very much." He went red and gapped at me for a moment before realizing what an idiot he looked like and went back to eating. I finished off the last of my meal and headed for the sink. "Thank you for the compliment though."

He squeaked out a response I couldn't hear and I just smiled at him and left for my room. Gaara liked to be in the office early and I figured it would be best for him to start out on a full stomach. As I approached our bedroom, I sighed. I hated to wake him as he got so little sleep as it was. But it had to be done.

I slowly pushed open the door and was greeted with the sight of an empty bed. A quick scan of the premises made me realize that Gaara wasn't here, just Kankuro and me. I blinked. What. The Fuck.

I felt my eye twitch. Okay, if he wanted to play it like that...

I could barely contain my anger as I dressed, nearly ripping the fabric as I shoved my limbs into the correct holes.

No more Mr. Nice Ino. No. Nope. No more.

Two weeks of this. Him disappearing and reappearing whenever he felt like it. I don't know if it was from him avoiding me, or whatever the hell else it could be, but enough was enough.

Kankuro was still stuffing his face like it was going out of style when I finished getting dressed and looked startled as I stormed by. He knew better than to call after me. The lucky and smart ones always did. Because if someone was to get in between me and my target, all hell would break loose.

It was still relatively early this morning, and very few were out. I wasn't stopped on my way up to his office. And Matsuri wasn't at her desk either, so I thought all was in the clear. Wrong. I have yet to hear it, let alone cause it - Gaara's laugh, but I knew the sound coming from his office was just that. In the span of three seconds, my emotions went haywire. Anger faded away into shock and surprise which then flashed to happiness and back to anger upon sensing Matsuri's chakra in the room with Gaara. I strode quickly for the door, nearly ripping it off of it's hinges, startling both the brunette whore touching my husband and said man himself. Matsuri looked as if I had struck her, tempted as I was.

"You, out now," I growled at her. She flinched away from Gaara and opened her mouth in protest.

"Who do you-"

"Now!" I took a step towards her, my hand fisting. She jerked and dashed out of the room, my eyes following her. When she was out, I slammed the door shut on her, and whirled back to my idiot husband.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" I demanded, planting my fisted hands on my hips.

"Excuse me?"

"I put up with the late nights, and the avoiding me but I will not put up with this!" I motioned from him to the door where Matsuri had ran out of.

"And what, pray tell, is this?" He asked, looking at me blankly.

"You cheating on me with that-that-that WHORE!" Calm down Ino. Calm down. I tried to force myself to calm down a bit, noticing how violently my hands began shaking. My breathing was ragged and the overwhelming urge to cry hit me like a ton of bricks.

He stood abruptly. "I am not cheating on you Ino."

"Then what do you call this?" I demanded, waving my hand towards him and where she used to be. Am I being irrational? Am I jumping to conclusions? The image of him laughing and her touching him... it disturbed me to no end, flashing repeatedly in my mind. "I wake up to you gone for the past two weeks, and you're here with her? What the fuck else could you be doing if you have to come here in secret like this, hm?"

"Kankuro." He crossed his arms.

I narrowed my eyes. "What about him?"

"He's been moping ever since Tenten went back to Konaha." My eye twitched.

"She's been gone only a week Gaara!" My voice raised several octaves. "You've been doing this for two! I am not fucking stupid!!"

"I never said you were. But you are jumping to conclusions. I've been working on some paperwork."

I laughed. "And this couldn't wait? Why does it have to be done in the middle of the night?"

He sighed. "I wanted to keep it a surprise until it went through." I looked at him pointedly, tapping my foot. Waiting. "Because you are my wife, I cannot allow you to be a ninja, regardless of how well you are able to protect yourself. I... Temari suggested I allow you to become a teacher at the academy."

Instantly my anger deflated. "Oh."

He sighed, making my cheeks burn like they were on fire. "Yes. Oh."

"I... I'm sorry. I just thought..."

He shook his head. "I know what you thought. And I am not that kind of man Ino."

"But wait... you said it had to do with Kankuro..."

"It does. Since Temari suggested it, and Tenten is in Konoha, I have been filing some paperwork to have him temporarily placed in Konoha to share some jutsu."

I raised a brow. "And Matsuri?"

"Just happened to be here this morning. She has not been any other time except for normal office hours." I nodded, and accepted his response as truth, feeling like such a fool for even thinking so lowly of Gaara.

"I'm sorry," I murmured as I came to stand before him, my head lowered.

"I know," he replied, cupping my cheek.

I gave him a small smile. "Thank you."

"It's no problem. I..." He looked away, bashful. "You are new here and have yet to find your place among the people. I thought this would be a good opportunity to do so."

My heart burned like it was on fire, knowing that he, in his own way, was trying to help me, and I couldn't help myself. Oh. "Gaara..."

"Hm?" When he looked back at me, I leaned in and crushed my lips to his.

Gaara didn't hesitate to respond. He deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, crushing me against him. Desire pooled in my belly, and as if my legs had minds of their own, they were wrapped around his waist, drawing his pelvis closer to mine, but not close enough.

I tore at his robes, needing to touch his skin, craving the contact of my flesh to his.

Kami.

He stumbled back, hitting the desk and knocking all of the papers that he had been working on onto the ground. It was a mess. But not the problem at the moment. No. The fact that he wasn't inside me was. At the same time I was tugging to free him, his hands were making their way up the side of my legs, his thumbs massaging my inner thighs. When at last he was free, I tugged my panties to the side and impaled myself on him. As inch by inch he slid his way home, we both groaned as I was filled by him. It was tight, and stung a bit, but I didn't allow that to keep me from this, from him.

Of course it was a bit awkward, my being on top, Gaara staring up at me, hands at my hips to steady me. How could it not be? But I was not some shy, innocent little girl, and I refused to allow anything keep me from this. I moved slowly, trying to find a rhythm I was comfortable with. He didn't try to speed things up, and gave me complete control. Soon we found ourselves in complete sync with one another and the pleasure built. Fast. I don't know if it was because it had been almost a month since he had touched me or because this was a new position for us. Probably a mixture of both.

I found myself arching back, his fingers digging into my thighs as we hit the edge together.