Chapter 25

"The cereal and canned fruit go in the pantry," Sakura said, her voice muffled from inside one of the cabinets lining her wall above the counter. Shifting slightly, she moved her knees farther apart on the surface of the faux granite tops to balance herself out as she stacked packets of food into the space before her. A grunt of acknowledgement was heard from behind her, followed by the noise of canned goods being slung carelessly into her pantry.

Sakura frowned as her eyebrow twitched in annoyance. Setting her jaw she turned her head to glare at the man across from her, her eyes narrowing on his form as he continued to toss her food onto the shelves. "They could be set upright, you know." she huffed.

He glanced over at her before sliding his gleaming eyes back to the task at hand. "They could," he agreed, continuing on without setting the foods up on their right sides.

Sakura groaned dramatically under her breath as she muttered, "Stubborn ass," to herself. Swiviling on the countertop, she hopped down to the white linoleum floor and crossed to the messy pantry.

"Go watch T.V., you. Before I start launching these things at your head," she threatened, shaking a can of pears for emphasis. A teasing grin lifted her lips to show that, though she just might do it, she was only teasing him.

He rolled his eyes at her antics before tossing one more can for defiance, smirking at her glare, and turning for the living room. Sakura grumbled incoherent insults at his back as he sat himself on her couch and watched the mindless programs on the screen. She figured she had ten minutes before he was bored out of his mind and coming to look for some form of entertainment.

So instead of dwadling, she set to work on fixing the damage he had caused and shelving the remaining foods left in bags littering her kitchen. Within a matter of minutes, the kitche was back to looking normal and even smelling right now that she had food stacked inside the compartments.

With a satisfied smile, Sakura exited the kitchen and quietly tiptoed into the living room to peek on Gaara. He was relaxed into the couch, legs outstretched before him and arms crossed over his chest as his head rested against the cushion. Sakura felt her heart swell at seeing him so at ease, such a change from how he acted back at the asylum and she couldn't help but feel grateful.

And a bit prideful, too.

It was a new experience to see him so...so not himself, she realized. Of course she had seen him with his guard wavering only once - when she had taken control from him right here in her home - but right at that moment, sitting in her living room, he seemed like a comepletely different person with his guard forgotton. Someone normal.

She frowned slightly, for some reason finding it unsettling to see him just like everyone else in the world. He wasn't like that, he was something different. Something wonderful and brilliant tied into a wild sense of mentality. He was himself, and she loved that. That he could be him and not give a damn about fitting in.

"How long are you going to stand there staring at me."

Sakura started at his sudden words, before regaining her composure and waltzing into the room with him to stand beside the couch. Putting her hands on her hips, she tilted her head and fixed him with a sultry look. "Oh, I don't know. How long are you just going to sit there when I have you alone for the rest of the day?"

Gaara tilted his head back and stared at her with glittering eyes and a dangerous smile. "Are you offering or teasing?"

"I don't believe it would matter either way..."

"True."

A confident smile lifted her lips and she bent in front of his face close enough to where her nose brushed his. He didn't move, but she swore she saw his muscles lock in his arms as he kept himself in check. It made a shiver of anticipation run through her body.

"Well?" she whispered, her lips barely brushing his as she spoke.

Gaara's eyes flicked to her lips before locking with her eyes once more. "You don't know what you're asking for."

Sakura's fingers curled into the waistband of his jeans and tugged. "I know exactly what I'm asking for."

In a matter of seconds he had her pinned on her bed in the bedroom, her shirt flung carelessly somewhere along with his own while he worked on getting her pants off with quick hands. Sakura laughed out loud at his hasty behavior, and helped him yank off her pants before she pushed him back and straddled his hips. Her hands clasped onto his wrists, and with a great deal of effort on her part, managed to keep him still beneath her.

"It's my turn, Sabaku." she whispered huskily, flicking her tongue out to lick him quickly on the nose. He wrinkled his nose and his eyes went cross eyed as he tried to look at the wet skin. Sakura found it excessively adorable as he did this, and gripped his shoulders to keep herself from toppling off of him in a fit of giggles. He in turn leaned up and nipped her on her lip in retaliation, cutting her laughter short.

Sakura smiled benignly at him as one of her hands reached down between them and grabbed him through his jeans. His breath caught in his throat and he glared harshly at her, fire burning brightly behind his eyes. "You lay still, or I'll do worse." she threatened.

Gaara bit back a retort, fighting back the urge to flip them over and take her his way.

Sitting up, Sakura reached behind her and unclipped her bra before throwing it over the side of bed followed by her underwear. Gaara's eyes raked over her body, elicting flames that cruelly licked over Sakura's skin as she squirmed above him.

"Now," she said breathlessly. "...put your arms above your head."

At her demand, he stared at her with an incredulous look, his mouth twisted in defiance and impatience.

Sakura quirked an eyebrow. "Didn't you hear me? I said, put-"

"No."

"Oh?"

"I know what you're doing, and no. I am not some puppy that is going to roll over for you."

"I never said you were a puppy." she leaned down over him and sensually kissed him, pulling away before he could turn it into something more powerful. "But you will do as I say, or I will haul you back to Tsunade and tell her what a bad, bad boy you've been."

Gaara grunted, trying in vain to ignore the straining pressure within in his jeans and the out of control screaming in his head that called for her body. And the small part that yearned for her blood.

"Well?"

His eyes narrowed dangerously on her and his limbs trembled from the effort of keeping them in check. God, how she was making him crazy. Sitting there on him like it was the easiest thing in the world to make him snap and all but beg for her to let him go. Squeezing his eyes shut and balling his fists, Gaara jerkily forced his arms above his head and pressed them into the mattress.

He heard her satisfied hum of approval, and for a split second he felt giddy for doing what she asked correctly. Experiencing this shot of emotion, Gaara snarled and shuddered beneath her. Sakura, hearing the animalistic noise of frustration sound from him, hurriedly tied his wrists together with a silky scarf that had been in her nightstand and watched him test his restraints carefully.

When they didn't release him immediately, he sighed heavily and draped himself into the bed. This was going to be a long day.

"Was that so hard?" she asked teasingly, fingers stroking his chest gently.

"Sakura...." he growled warningly. She smiled widely and moved off of him as her fingers unbuttoned his jeans.

Once she had the last article of clothing separating them flung out of sight, Sakura leaned upward and dragged Gaara into a slow and breathtaking kiss. His hands, still tied, slipped behind her head and forced her closer to him. She was effectively distracted and Gaara teased her without mercy as her guard continued to slip. Just as he was about to completely take control, she surprised him.

Her hands - that had previously been entangled in his mussed hair - slipped down, down, down until she had him fully in her grasp. He spasmed underneath her, taken by surprise by her forwardness and sudden loss of gain. Disappointment boiled just beneath the surface.

Sakura tried to breathe easily, but her body was whirring with energy and impatience as she gave him an experiemental squeeze. His eyes screwed shut as a violent hiss whispered past his lips. A smile graced her features as she began moving her hand slowly, watching his every facial movement, listening to every noise he made.

As much as she wanted to go ahead and have him inside her already, she wanted him to experience a bit of foreplay first. And it just made it all the more fun to have him squirming in the palm of her hand. Literally. His skin was damp and his hair was sticking to his forhead and cheek as he thrashed it to the side when she did something especially pleasurable.

Leaning off of him as his breathing became labored, Sakura watched as his hands fisted against his chest and twitched in the restraints. It was arousing to the point that her body was on fire to see him so exposed and vulnerable to her. It was getting harder and harder not to abandon what she was doing to him and just jump him.

When she noticed that he was on the brink of falling off the edge, she pulled back and smirked as his eyes flew open and locked on her. Glazed orbs of bright green stared blankly at her, confused and stumped at what was happening around him from the distractions wracking within his body. It was the most relaxed state she had ever witnessed from him.

Moving over his body, Sakura lowered herself to where she was crouched between his legs and watching him carefully as she did something she believed she would never dare doing again. With Sasuke, sex had always been a chore, but with Gaara she found herself craving this. Wanting to do certain things to him that she thought she had hated.

Without warning, she took him in her mouth and immediatly began a series of sucks and licks that drove him crazy. He jerked right off the mattress, only to collapse back once more with his chest heaving. He hated to love this but she was making it difficult to do anything. He wanted her to stop, but he wanted her to keep going too. Why was everything so confusing?

One thing was certain through his fogged mind, and that was that the scarf had to go. Now. If he couldn't touch her freely in the next two minutes, he would be ripping off some heads with his bare hands.

As he gasped in some much needed air, his arms rose to his mouth and he snatched at the restraint with his teeth. She had tied a decent knot, he had to admit, but that just made his job that much harder.

Sakura opened her eyes to see him biting at the fabric on his wrists and retaliated by taking him deeper and swallowing. She inwardly giggled at his reaction.

He sucked in a sharp breath as blood turned to flames within his body as he felt himself being swallowed deeply. "Ngh," he croaked, eyes shutting tightly and fighting off the waves trying to pull him under.

With a hard tug and jerk, the tie finally came loose and he laughed breathlessly once before forcing himself to a sitting position and twining his fingers into Sakura's pink locks and tugging sharply. She in turn bit down gently, but enough to get her point across that she was not reliquinshing control quite yet.

Gaara choked and shook his head hard before grabbing her shoulders and shoving her off of him. Sakura grunted as she landed on her back on the mattress, pissed that she couldn't make him climax before he forced her off. Pushing herself to a sitting position with her elbows holding her up, her glittering emerald eyes fixed him with a harsh glare.

"I was not finished, you impatient little git."

Gaara sneered and hovered over her, causing her to lean back on the bed so her eyes wouldn't cross at his proximity.

"Oh yes you were," he said, hands trailing over her ribs before brushing over her hardened, sensitive nipples and wrapping gently over her throat. "I will not let you have that much say over me, Sakura."

She trembled beneath him, his dark voice surging her arousal and soaking the sheets with every word ghosted over his lips. He did things to her then that she couldn't even dream of, couldn't fathom while he did. Driving her completely over the edge more than once and causing her to scream and thrash and beg and cry because she couldn't get enough.

Her body was thrown into overdrive, her senses dulled because her brain was shutdown and couldn't think. Her limbs were numb from the intensity of what he was causing, her fingers aching to hold him and her legs throbbing from the need of wanting to wrap around his lean hips. Her throat was hoarse as she screamed for him over and over and over only to be shushed by his warm, torturous lips and teasing nips.

His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, easing the fire between her legs or groping her chest delicously and sending out jolts of pleasure into every pore of her body. It seemed impossible to feel so elated and euphoric and anxious at once. It was making her crazy.

When he finally thrusted fully into her, which couldn't have come any sooner she thought, Sakura was immediatly flung into another knee quaking orgasm for the fifth time that afternoon. It seemed unreal that this could happen to her. That Gaara could make her feel this way.

She grappled helplessly for some form of stablitly as she shuddered and spasmed beneath him, riding out the harsh waves of pleasure coarsing through her bloodstream with a shaky sense of conciousness. There was nothing to hold her down and Sakura was forced to float on a sea of pleasure in which she felt all her inhibitions melt away. All her worries and stress were abandoned, and she never felt so alive.

As the intensity of her orgasm backed off, the fire flared up once more as she felt Gaara pushing into her in a rhythm that had her clawing at his chest. It was too slow one moment and too forceful the next but, God, how it was ultimately satisfying. Quenching her thirst and making her want more and more each second.

"Gaara," she breathed. "G-Gaara, please..." she cried helplessly, not knowing what she wanted but craving for something.

The man above her thrusted into her again and again slowly as he pressed his lips to her chin before whispering against her lips. "I'm always in control, Sakura."

She bit her lip, eyes snapping closed as he hit a spot within her that had her grinding her hips into his. He smiled sensually against her skin before grating his pelvis against her, dragging out the scorching heat washing through her unbiddingly. His member throbbed painfully from him holding back and refusing to let loose just yet, he knew he wouldn't last much longer but he had to show her that he would have his dominance. And any time she questioned his place, she would be punished cruelly.

Sakura cried out and arched her chest against his, her breasts pressed fully to his pectorals and making him breathe in sharply. She was so beautiful.

His self-control began to slip then, and his thrusts became faster and harder, driving them both quickly to the edge without hesitation. Movements became frantic, breathing became labored and bodies matched at a rhythm that had them both striving for their climax.

Sakura whimpered and gasped, eyes shut tightly and legs wrapped around Gaara, dragging him closer and closer each time he entered her at his quickened pace. Her heart swelled and her lungs eagerly took in the stale air around them as her hands fisted in his hair.

In a matter of seconds, Sakura hit another orgasm and screamed Gaara's name loudly, holding on for dear life as he tried in vain to keep his qestionable sanity. She milked him for all he was worth, tightening around his shaft and squeezing greedily as he was forced into his own orgasm, grunting as he collapsed to the side - not wanting to smother her beneath him.

He rolled to his back, blinking slowly as darkness crept over his vision and gently tugged at him to sleep. His body tingled from what had transpired, completely worn out and exhausted as he slipped further and further into the dark. Everything felt so mello and easy, so simple.

Sakura curled into his side, hand splayed flat upon his heaving chest and lips pressed just below his ear. He listened to her breathing, regulating his own breaths to match hers as she too slipped asleep.

"I love you."

Gaara felt his blood turn to ice.