I'm very excited about posting this chapter because it contains the first lemon I've ever written. I hope it's good!

I laid on my bed, arms behind my head. I was eavesdropping on a conversation Gaara was holding with three ninja from Kumo. Normally, I'd be down there with him but I wasn't up to it. It had been four days since I had woken up from my three day slumber and I still didn't feel at top performance. My head hurt and I kept getting this nagging sensation that something extremely bad was about to happen. I couldn't imagine what might be worse than what had already occurred. But that I could ponder over some other time.

Apparently, the Raikage was requesting a Five Kage Summit over the Akatsuki. I frowned at this. While any person with eyes could see that the Akatsuki was becoming a problem, it didn't feel right to be demanding a Five Kage Summit right now. The Leaf had just been destroyed and Lady Tsunade was in comatose. It felt like a trap for some reason.

Closing my eyes, I began to count my breaths. I needed to calm down and carefully assess the situation. The three ninja delivering the message were completely sincere when they said that their Raikage wanted the summit to discuss the Akastsuki kidnapping his brother, the eight-tail jinchuriki. But the Raikage wasn't here to confirm that and they could be being fooled just as easily as we were. They were just messangers, after all. A hawk could have just as easily been sent.

"Maybe I'm over analyzing this," I mumbled to myself, turning my head to the porthole. I stared at the clear sky outside my window. Occasionally, one of my watch hawks would fly past the window. I used them to scout the village and keep an eye on things. While I didn't control them directly, I constantly placed my mind into theirs so I could see from their eyes and I suggested what they should fly over. I started this process in an attempt to reassure myself.

The hawk I was using did the perimeter of the village. As far as I could see, there were no intruders, no hidden enemies. I then switched a bird closer to the center and so on and so forth until I got to the one above the Kazekage building. Nothing. The village was quietly going on at its normal pace. Still, I felt uneasy. Something was wrong. Something had to be.

Even as the messengers left (I watched them depart through the eyes of my hawks), I felt watched. It was almost as if I was about to be ambushed. Trapped, scared, paranoid. Eventually, I had to let it go. There was nothing I could do. Not yet, at least…

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"Only two guards! And you're not the slightest bit suspicious?" I demanded hotly, running a hand through my already messy mane. Gaara and I were in his room discussing the Five Kage Summit he had been requested to attend.

"Nari, the other Kage will also be worried about the prospect of attack. The limit on guards is to reassure other that there will be no foul play." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"And who's to say that the Raikage isn't planning an ambush?" He sighed. Did you find any reason to believe that he is? he counteracted. I pursed my lips and refused to acknowledge the statement. Nari. "No, okay? I didn't but…" How could I put it into words? "My instincts are saying that something is seriously wrong. I just don't know what." This caught Gaara's attention. Being part animal, my instincts were supposed to be better than his.

"You're sensing that the Raikage is going to attempt foul play?"

"Not the Raikage necessarily, but someone. Who knows? It could be the Akatsuki themselves! I'm freaking out over this. I don't know what to do!" Calmly, gently, he took ahold of my wrists and lowered our hands to where they level. Then, he took my cuffs and loosened them, pulling them off. He put them on his dresser, knowing full well that I'd need them later.

"At this point, it's none of your concern. You need to rest and heal. You still have a fever," he noted, placing a hand on my cheek. Suddenly, a strange urgency overtook me and I dragged him into a kiss, completely forgetting what our heated discussion had been about. I felt his cheeks in either hand and he, surprisingly, replied with equal need. I parted my lips a little and felt his tongue sneak in, exploring the inside of my mouth. I did the same to him, pressing myself closer to his body. I pushed him towards the bed. He backed up into it and fell. I landed on his lap, one leg on either side of him.

I wasn't thinking as I pushed his robe apart and slipped it over his shoulders. He didn't make the conscious decision to pull my shirt off, leaving me chest covered by a mere set of bandages. Whatever was happening felt right and I didn't resist. I leaned over him, pushing his back onto the bed, and continued to kiss his luscious lips even as I pulled his undershirt up. I ripped it off in one swift movement and felt as Gaara's hands began to undo my bandages.

Abruptly, he pulled back and pushed me upward. I was slightly hurt by this movement until I noticed his confusion. "Nari, what is this?" I furrowed my eyebrows. Even I wasn't quite sure. Part of me said that this was lust but something else told me that it was so much more. That's when it finally clicked in my head what we were about to do.

"Oh my gods! Lord Kazekage, I am so sorry! I wasn't thinking and…" I could barely get the words out through my astonishment and embarrassment. I tried to pull away but he grabbed me by the wrists and pulled me back over his chest.

"You're not going anywhere," he said coolly. "I told you, I don't like you calling me that." I gulped, shaking from our intimacy and his intense stare. "Don't apologize. Just tell me what this is."

"It's… It's lust. It's when your body craves the body of another person, usually the opposite sex. It's… umm… It's how… babies are made." I said it like a question, still horrified with myself. How could I do such a thing? Why am I disappointed that we stopped? I was so confused! My emotions were in turmoil, still wanting him but, at the same time, knowing that I shouldn't.

She's afraid, Gaara noted. She thinks that she's done something wrong. "I have," I muttered, blushing and glancing at his all too perfect chest. My fingers seemed to have minds of their own as they began to stroke and admire the smooth texture of his skin. "Oh gods…" I dropped my head onto his neck, wishing I could disappear. He didn't let go of my wrists, his thumbs rubbing where my cuffs usually sat.

A single finger lifted my head and forced me to look into his eyes. Meanwhile, he released my still trapped wrist and his hand trailed down my side, following the curve of my body. I closed my eyes, electricity sparking where his fingers glided. He pushed my eyes open with his thumb as his other hand continued along its path to my skirt. This, he began to push down. My heart jumped, senses screaming in joy, mind roaring with fear.

"There's no need to be afraid. My instincts are telling me that this is a good thing. What do yours say?" I swallowed and took a deep breath.

"My instincts say… They say that I shouldn't hold back." But my brain is thinking about the "Mating" scroll, and the politics of Suna, and the consequences, and what would happen if someone walked in, and what if you don't enjoy it. Does it hurt the first time? Is this right for us to be doing? You're my Kage… But you're also my moon, I realized. And my moon thought that this was a good thing. My moon wanted this. Then he deserved to have it. I leaned forward and kissed him again, letting my hands do the roaming they wished. They slid down to his hips and pushed down his pants just as he took off my skirt.

He shimmied the rest of the way out of his pants, simultaneously scooting further onto the bed. Now I could sit on my knees over top of him. I decided to stay leaning over him, liking that our bare skin was only inches apart. My leggings came off next and neither of us went for the underwear, fascinated enough by how much was already revealed.

Suddenly, Gaara lifted me by the hips and repositioned us so that we were laying on the bed the right way so we could get all the way on it. I spread myself over him, pressing my body against his from top to bottom. I kissed down his neck and hooked one of his legs with my own. I felt something hard from under his underwear raging against mine. I smirked a little, instinctively knowing what that meant. I began to push his boxers off, ready for the surprise they contained.

He flipped me over and ripped off my underwear in one sweep before allowing his full self to be revealed. He stuck a knee in between my legs, spreading them. For a moment he held my eyes, but then they trailed down my body, his hands resting on my hips, preparing for insertion. He wanted me, needed me. My hands came to the small of his back and urged him forward, needing him to take me already.

Gaara's head pushed inside me slowly, carefully, allowing my walls to adjust to his size. It felt so good to squeeze something. I squeezed harder, resting my head back and closing my eyes. He pulled out just as slowly, but not all the way. Then, without warning, he buried himself inside of me in one swift, powerful stroke. I cried out in shock and pain, but I didn't want him to stop. As he was about to leave me altogether, not wanting to hurt me again, I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him back inside on my own.

Thank the gods, he understood. He began to make slow, deep strokes that increased in speed. I couldn't help the little mewling noises escaping my lips as he filled me. My back arched, my hands sliding up and nails digging into his upper back. Gaara bent over me, one hand propping him up, the other tangled in my hair as he forced me to look into his eyes. I could just barely do it. My entire body demanded my eyes stay closed. The pressure building in my abdomen was new. I didn't understand.

All at once, something snapped, and pure feeling washed over my body. I squeezed around him tighter, not wanting him to ever leave. He too, must have been feeling this because I couldn't find anything else but these feelings around me. I couldn't make sense of them but they were… Oh, they were… so wonderful! My heart was pounding, and my body shook occasionally with little aftershocks. Gaara collapsed next to me, pulling out and then dragging me onto his chest. I laid by his side, both of us panting. I felt fluid trickling down my leg. I didn't know what, nor did I care. Right now, I was in my personal heaven.

"Mating," I mumbled. "Who knew mating could feel so good?" I saw him smirk before burying his face in my hair. We lay in silence for a while, content with each other's presence, before he spoke.

"I love you, Nari," he told me hesitantly. We hadn't said it much and neither Kankuro nor Temari were aware of our confessions yet.

"I love you, too, Gaara. You're my moon, my everything." I knew he was delighted by that. In his mind, he thought his pet act had worked.

"Could you put me to sleep?" he asked randomly, although he had been thinking about it. "I've barely slept at all since you left for Konoha. It was even worse when you got back."

"Of course," I replied. Instead of pulling up soothing memories of his, I put into his mind memories that I had. Memories I had never shared with anyone before. I laid on my back on a tree branch, one arm hanging limp by my side. I glanced down at the ground, hearing a peculiar sound. Footsteps, perhaps? I waited patiently for the intruder to appear. Suddenly, a man entered my vision. He had dark blue hair and black eyes. "Well, hello there, little child," he said.

"Ell oh?" I called back uncertainly. He laughed and beckoned for me to come down. Excited by the prospect of a friend, I eagerly obeyed. The man bent to my height and asked my name. "Nari!" I responded joyfully.

"Do you know how old you are, Nari?" he asked me. I held up a single finger. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Surely you must be older than a year." I shook my head again. He studied me up and down for a moment or two, judging my height and body size. "Well, I guess you do look like a one-year-old. A very skinny, grown-up looking one-year-old." Before I finished with the memory of my meeting with my first sensei, Gaara was already asleep. He was exhausted. Work and stress had been eating away at him. I wasn't offended by this and eagerly joined him. I didn't dream at all that night.

As always, thank you for reading. I'm very eager to know how I did with the lemon so please review!