before this installment, i'd like to give a special thanks to my good friend Chris (esrarin on deviantart) who has helped me beta edit this story and has given me a lot of input!
Once Calixta got used to her new healing capacity, she finally started to feel at home in the Village Hidden in the Leaves. She had made real friends and had a few romantic interests. She was even comfortable enough to wear her leaf crest as part of her everyday attire, alternating between the blue one Kakashi gave her and the red one given to her by Guy. Kakashi was even considering putting in a request for her to be given her own home to live in. However, fate has a way of messing with good things.
Temari and Kankuro raced toward the Leaf Village.
"You sure this is gunna work?" Kankuro asked, almost out of breath.
"I'm not sure of anything when it comes to Gaara and that damn demon inside him," she sighed, "but this is our best bet."
They reached the village a day later.
"They're not just gunna let'er come with us, you know," Kankuro reminded.
"I'm not stupid," she spat. "We have to observe her until she's alone, then take our chance."
"We don't have time for that!" he fitfully replied.
"What we don't have time for is arguing," she retorted forcefully.
Seeing no other alternative that would take less time, Kankuro conceded.
Unfortunately, it took several days for them to find her alone. Apparently, she spent almost every moment, waking or otherwise, in the company of others.
"Certainly a socialite, wouldn't you say?" Kankuro disdainfully joked.
Temari gave a frustrated grumble. "Socialite? She's a fuckin' whore." It was obvious that she was beginning to doubt their ability to kidnap Calixta.
Kankuro gave a crude chuckle in response because they had observed her socializing intimately with at least three different individuals. "Don't whores get paid?" he joked rudely.
"A slut, whatever, like it matters," she dismissed.
They decided to give their current strategy another couple days before resorting to more drastic measures, since her closest associates appeared to be some of the higher ranking ninja of the leaf. They lucked out two days later when Calixta went for one of her solitary strolls through the forest. When she first started taking these strolls, it made Kakashi nervous but only until he realized that the forest contained enough animal life to keep her from total solitude.
She was wandering around, looking at different kinds of flowers by one of the smaller streams when an incredible gust of wind knocked her into the water. As she splashed and sputtered, trying to gather her bearings, she was scooped up and carried away as quickly as Kankuro could carry her.
They were in such a hurry that it took several kilometers before he realized that he could practically see through the attractive young woman's clothes because of how wet they were. This realization only got worse when she managed to catch her breath and start to fight him.
"Put me down!" she demanded. "What is the meaning of this?"
He didn't reply, simply tried to focus his attention on maintaining his grip on her and his speed.
Seeing that diplomacy wasn't an option, Calixta did something she never thought she'd do. She let up on the tight rein on her chakra and focused it on him. She even went as far as to wiggle, but not fight, in his grasp while giving heated little sighs at his strength.
Kankuro felt his head starting to get foggy and the urge to hold her tightly against his body started to well up in him.
When she felt his grip grow tighter without becoming much stronger, she pushed even harder with her chakra and started to try to hold him back. "Oh, when you carry me like this, it feels like you're going to drop me," she fretted, grasping at what few parts of him she could reach.
He was obviously surprised by her change in demeanor but lacked the foresight to question it. Instead he shifted to cradling her in his arms instead of simply around the waist by one arm. "Better?" he asked carefully.
"Much," she answered, bringing her face closer to his.
"Since you don't seem to want to put me down, why don't you tell me where you're taking me?" she asked in a breathy voice.
"The Village Hidden in the Sand," he replied simply.
"I'm not really dressed for a desert climate," she half-teased, squishing her wet bosom against his chest.
He nearly went cross-eyed trying not to look down her shirt. "I-I'm sure…I'm sure we'll find something for you," he stammered.
"Your cloak looks very protective," she held him close, "Perhaps you could lend it to me?" she proposed.
"Uh, yeah, sure…" he blushed.
His stammering gave her confidence and she pushed even harder with her energy. This time it was enough to make him stop moving.
"What's the matter?" she asked in a sweetly concerned voice. "Perhaps I'm a little heavy for you to be carrying at such a great speed."
He gave her an odd look and blinked stupidly a couple times before setting her on her feet.
"Are you okay?" she continued her queries.
"I…I feel strange," he told her.
It didn't take long for Temari to realize that her teammate wasn't keeping pace with her anymore and turned back to find him.
"Shhh…" Calixta put a careful finger to the sand ninja's lips. "Let's go this way," she whispered and started to slowly walk back in the direction of the Leaf Village. She had to turn her face away from him for a brief moment to hide the victorious smile she couldn't contain.
They didn't make it very far before Temari caught back up with them. "What the hell?" she demanded, landing direction front of the pair.
Calixta gave an exaggerated sound of shock and scurried to hide behind Kankuro.
"Temari?" the young man gave her an odd look, as though he was surprised to see her there.
"I thought you said you had her!" she demanded.
Calixta couldn't help snickering a bit at that.
"This is your fault!" Temari accused.
"Perhaps you should learn more about someone before you attempt to abduct them," she advised, wrapping a careful arm around the still dazed young man.
His daze didn't last much longer because he received a solid right cross that knocked him off his feet. As he rubbed the bruise, he came to his senses. "What happened?"
Temari gave a sound of disgust. "You were going the wrong way, you idiot!" she scolded before turning back to the young woman. "What'd you do to him?"
Calixta didn't answer. Instead, she focused her attention on trying to get a read on the other girl only to find that the combination of her heterosexuality and something else would prevent her from being charmed.
"Answer me!" Temari yelled, frightening away some of the birds perched nearby.
"Why don't you tell me what this is all about?" Calixta countered.
After a moment of contemplation, Temari answered. "We need you," she answered simply.
Calixta scoffed. "For what?"
"To help a friend," she reluctantly divulged.
"Well, here's a little advice," she started walking back toward the Leaf Village again, "If you want someone's help, its best not to kidnap them."
Temari was quick to stop her. "You're coming with us," she asserted.
Calixta rolled her eyes. "What gives you the idea I could help anybody?"
"We know you're a healer," the younger woman added.
"Apparently that's all you know," she scoffed again.
"Please," Konkuro pleaded, "We don't know of any other way to help him."
His 'please' caused Calixta to pause. There was such genuine concern in his voice that she couldn't ignore it. "Who?"
"Gaara, our teammate," he replied.
She had heard that name before and not spoken of in the best of terms. "From what I've heard, he's beyond help or at least you'll need more than a healer like me to help him."
"I don't care what you've heard," Temari told her, "and we've tried everything else."
Calixta still appeared displeased. "Then why not just ask me to come with you? If you knew even the littlest thing about me, you would know I don't mind helping people."
"We didn't think your village would let you go with us," Konkuro replied.
"Why's that?" the older girl asked, now slightly concerned.
"It's complicated. If you come with us, I'll explain everything," Temari promised.
Calixta's eyes narrowed almost dangerously. "And if I refuse?"
"We'll continue to take you by force," she answered willfully.
"You realize it won't take them long to realize I'm gone," the older girl told them flatly.
"That's why we don't have time for crap like this! We wasted enough time waiting to find you alone!" Temari informed her, obviously irritated.
Calixta laughed at that because she knew that it would have required a significant amount of patience.
"This isn't funny!" Temari stomped her foot.
Then, with a sigh of resignation, Calixta agreed, "Fine. Take me wherever you want but don't be too disappointed when I can't do what you want me to."
"Good," the younger girl nodded and started once again only to find that she still wasn't being followed. "What's the hold up this time?"
"I can't move fast like you can," Calixta lied.
Temari rolled her eyes, "Fine. Hop on my back. I'll carry you," she ordered. She would have much rather let her companion do the heavy lifting but it was clear that wasn't her best option.
Calixta was obviously disappointed but knew better than to argue since she'd already started to tip her hand.
"So, what'd you do to Kankuro? I've never seen him look so stupid," she asked once they were moving again.
The older girl didn't answer.
"Tch, for someone as social as you, I thought you'd at least want to talk," Temari bitterly observed.
"How long were you watching me?" Calixta countered with her own question.
"Less than a week," she answered, hoping her compliance would foster similar responses in her abductee.
"I hardly spend any time alone because it's bad for me," she elaborated. "And when I do, it's almost a sacred time for me." Her tone was bitter, almost disdainful.
"I didn't realize, but I assure you, we're not doing this just for fun," she almost apologized.
"Yes, of course, abducting innocent healers is the best way to help your friend," Calixta scoffed. She had already determined that she would do what she could for Gaara but that didn't mean she was going to take it easy on her abductors.
"It was a last resort, I assure you."
"Naturally," Calixta rolled her eyes but it was lost since the young woman carrying her was watching where she was going.
They didn't talk much after that but around nightfall, Temari noticed the woman holding onto her back was flinching, almost whimpering with every step she took.
"What's the matter?" She tried to sound neutral, not condescending or concerned.
"Are we going to stop for the night?" she asked suddenly.
"Perhaps. Why?"
"I need…some time, an hour at the most," she tried.
"Don't tell me you need to rest," Temari scoffed, thinking the other girl was stalling.
"Not exactly. I promise, I won't be any longer than absolutely necessary. I know you're in a hurry and don't want to waste any time," she nearly pleaded because the pressure in her breasts was becoming unbearable.
"Fine," she reluctantly agreed because she was starting to get hungry anyway.
"Thank you," she told the younger girl with a sincerity that made her stomach flutter.
They found a suitable camp spot less than an hour later and when Temari set Calixta down, she started to walk away. However, this time it wasn't in the exact opposite direction they'd been traveling.
"Hey! Where do you think you're going?" Temari demanded.
"I need a few minutes alone. I promise I won't run away," she tried.
"Oh no you don't!" she scolded. "After all it took to get you this far, I'm not letting you run off by yourself."
Calixta rolled her eyes, remembering that she'd been in a slightly similar situation when Team 7 had brought her to the Leaf Village. "Fine," she sat down a few feet from them. "It was for your modesty anyway," she bitterly added before pulling her left breast from her blouse.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Temari demanded stepping between the older girl and her teammate so he couldn't see her indecency.
"I'm doing what you want, not wasting time. I'm taking care of the reason I wanted you to stop," she didn't falter in starting to manually express her breast milk onto the ground, since she had nothing to collect it in. "They were so full, it was starting to hurt."
Temari's eye twitched with embarrassed frustration. "I didn't know you had a child."
Calixta laughed a little. "I don't. You really didn't know what you were getting yourself into, did you?"
"We never saw you do this!" she attempted to defend.
"Well, it's not exactly something one does in public," she chidingly defended. "Besides, you were going to have to find out eventually. You did want me because I'm a healer," she reminded.
"What's that got to do with-?" the younger girl tried to defend but lost her words due to embarrassment.
She didn't directly answer her question. Instead, she turned her attention to Kankuro, "She hit you pretty hard earlier. Does it still hurt?"
He rubbed his jaw a little, "Yeah, it's still kinda sore," he admitted.
"If you partake of this," she gave an especially hard squeeze, lengthening the distance she could squirt her milk, "The damage will be gone."
It was obvious that he really wanted to but the threatening look his teammate was giving him fostered his reluctance, leaving him to just shift uncomfortably at the notion.
"You've got to be kidding!" Temari scoffed. "You just wanna make him stupid again."
Calixta laughed again. "That was in self defense," she assured. "This is where my healing comes from. If you don't like it, let me return to the village and I won't tell anyone about your endeavor," she offered.
The idea made her uncomfortable but Temari didn't waver. "No. You're not getting away that easily." Though, she was unsure if Gaara would be willing to 'partake of her' as was suggested.
A couple minutes later, Calixta was finished with her left breast so she tucked it away and started on the right.
"Is there anything else we should know?" the younger girl asked carefully.
Calixta smirked. "This is the only healing power I have."
"That's not what I asked."
"No, but that is my answer," she smartly replied.
"Why did I feel so strange earlier?" Kankuro finally interjected. "I didn't see you weave any signs."
"That's because I didn't. You were affected by the sheer force of my chakra," she told him simply.
"Your chakra?" he nearly awed.
"But that is something else entirely. You wanted me as a healer and that is all," she reminded them.
"Wait, if your chakra could affect him like that, then why not do it to me too?" Temari couldn't help asking.
"You ask entirely too many irrelevant questions," Calixta snapped because she didn't feel like explaining herself.
"I don't think it's irrelevant," the other girl snapped back.
Calixta cocked an incredulous eyebrow. "I doubt it would affect Gaara either, though I couldn't say without meeting him first, if that's what you're concerned about," she dismissed.
"And why is that?" Temari pressed.
"Let's say…it takes a certain amount of emotional receptiveness for things to work that way," she vaguely elaborated.
That wasn't as specific as they were hoping but it was enough.
"I'm sorry I didn't ask but did you want to save any of this?" Calixta asked when she was nearly finished.
Temari rolled her eyes again. "No thanks."
"Figured. Just so you know, he won't have to take it straight from the tap…though it does seem to help. Either way, why don't you tell me about what I'm supposed to be fixing. It might be helpful to know what you expect of me."
Temari was more than a little unnerved by how casually the young woman could hold a conversation while squeezing her breasts. She was also quite surprised to see her lose at least three cup sizes in the process. To distract herself from these thoughts, she elaborated on Gaara's personal history, finishing the story just as they were getting ready to take off again.
"I see. That's quite a story. Now how am I supposed to help such a mentally unstable individual? My healing his purely physical," she reminded.
"The way you keep saying that makes it sound like you don't want to help him," she snapped.
"Please, don't misunderstand me. I just don't want you to have expectations that I have no hope of fulfilling. You obviously have your reasons for what you're doing and I'd like for you to share them with me."
"It's the insomnia," Kankuro interjected, feeling more confident to speak now that she wasn't flashing them.
"But that can't be helped, right? You said that when he falls completely asleep, the demon has free reign," she verified.
"That's right but the lack of sleep takes more than a mental toll on him. He'd never willingly admit it to anyone but the physical strain is really starting to get to him," he elaborated.
Calixta gave a thoughtful nod. "Then perhaps I can help but you have to understand that whatever rejuvenation I can provide will be temporary. The healing effects don't last forever when up against a chronic issue like that," she warned.
That gave the pair hope. "At this point, we'll take what we can get," Temari sighed. "He's unaccustomed to being physically weakened. It makes him…irritable," she understated.
They arrived late the following afternoon in the Village Hidden in the Sand and were greeted by a somewhat frantic Baki.
"Where the hell have you guys been?" he demanded. He usually wasn't this frazzled but having to deal with Gaara almost completely by oneself could do that to just about anyone. "Who's this person?"
"This is Calixta. We brought her here to see if she could help Gaara. It just took longer than we thought it would," Temari reported.
Baki was obviously disgusted by their insubordination but because it was for a decent cause, he let it go for the time being. "What can she possibly do?" his demands continued as they entered the village.
"She's the super-healer from the Leaf," Kankuro reported.
"Super-healer?" Calixta repeated in a soft, incredulous voice that went unnoticed.
Baki gave her a critical look. "I'm sorry, I was expecting a more imposing presence," he nearly scoffed at her.
"I have a habit of not fulfilling people's expectations," she told him flatly. "But it is my hope that it will not be the case with your third student."
She was better spoken than he expected and gave a slightly respectful nod. "He's this way," he started toward a secluded section of the village.
"I am not prepared to see him immediately," Calixta informed. "And I don't think it will do any good to introduce us before I am ready."
"How long do you need?" Baki questioned authoritatively.
"An hour," she replied simply. "And I will need a few things."
"Whatever you want," he agreed and instead led them to a building near the disturbed sand ninja but not to him. "What do you need?" he asked when they entered the building.
Calixta thought for a moment. "Two large jugs, three or four if they're smaller," she began and blushed a little when Kankuro snickered at her choice of words. "Some parchment…and a writing utensil. Preferably a pencil, ink tends to run and bleed."
Baki didn't think anything of her requests and sent someone to retrieve her things. Then, he had Temari stay with her while she prepared, in case she needed anything else, and took Kankuro to check on their younger sibling.
"What's the pencil and paper for?" Temari couldn't help asking.
"They're for my own personal use. I figured that since you dragged me all this way, it was the least you could do. Now, unless you intend to help me express my milk, I'd like some time by myself," she curtly replied.
"Of course," she almost stammered. "I'll be in the front room if you need anything." She gave a half-bow before exiting, leaving the young woman to do as she pleased.
Because of the situation, Calixta elected not to drain her breasts between the time in the forest and their arrival. It was quite painful but she wanted to be able to provide as much as possible. She emerged an hour later, ceramic jugs filled with warm milk.
"Here. I can provide more later if necessary," she informed and then turned to go back into the room she'd been working in.
"Wait, you're not coming with me?" Temari barely asked, startled by the young woman's resignation.
"I don't need to. Everything you need is there. Just make sure you refrigerate the leftovers or it'll sour and go to waste," she turned and practically closed the door in her face.
Temari was obviously displeased by that but tried to brush it off as she rejoined her team.
"Where's the Leaf-healer?" Baki questioned incredulously when he saw his female student return only with two full jugs.
"She said this is all we need."
"Do you believe her?" Bake continued questioning.
"I have no reason to doubt her," Temari admitted.
"That's good enough for me," he conceded. "So he just has to drink this stuff?"
"Apparently," the blonde girl shrugged.
"Well, here goes nothin'," he sighed.
It took some convincing, as anything did when Gaara was in one of his moods, but he got the boy to drink a glass of the warm milk and was surprised to observe some visible changes in him. It wasn't much, but he thought he could even see the darkness around his eyes fade a little.
"How do you feel?" he asked carefully.
"Better," he barely grumbled, not wanting to admit that he felt bad in the first place.
"Good. I'll leave another cup here and you can drink it when you're ready. When you want more, just let me know," Baki instructed.
"What is that stuff anyway?" Gaara barely asked before his sensei was gone.
"A healing potion from the Leaf," he replied, not knowing any better.
Gaara's frown deepened but he didn't say anything.
Meanwhile, in the Village Hidden in the Leaves, Kakashi awoke with a violent start the morning after Calixta went out for her walk in the forest. Seeing that she had not returned home that evening, he immediately went into town to search for her, growing increasingly disturbed that no one had seen her since the day before. He had hoped that he was over reacting, that she had found someone to spend the night with but that didn't appear to be the case.
"Master Jiraya!" Kakashi called when he saw the white-haired man exit one of the buildings on the main street.
"Ah, Kakashi! You look distressed. What seems to be the problem?" he jokingly asked.
"Have you seen Calixta?" he panted, trying to catch his breath.
The older man gave a lewd chuckle. "You know I've seen her."
"Not like that you old perv! I mean since last night!" he fretted.
"No, I haven't. Why?" he suddenly grew serious.
"She didn't come home last night and I haven't seen or heard from her at all since she went on her walk yesterday," he explained.
"Are you sure you're not over reacting? Maybe she was out with Ebisu and spent the night with him," he proposed.
Kakashi shook his head. "No. I just talked to him and he hasn't seen her either."
"Well, if you're that worried I'll help you look for her," he offered.
Because of exchanges like this, Kakashi had practically half the village looking for the young woman. They lucked out later that day. One of the farmers on the outskirts of town had seen her to into the forest the previous afternoon but she never came back out. Now Kakashi was really worried, worried enough to ask Kurenai and her team to track her.
They returned a couple hours later with some disturbing news.
"You didn't find her," Kakashi grimly surmised when they returned without her.
"We lost her trail near the stream," Kurenai described the spot. "What really worries me is that Kiba and Akamaru picked up the scent of sand nearby."
"You think she was kidnapped by sand ninja?" he nearly gasped.
"That's how it appears," she answered solemnly.
"Okay, well, we need to get her back," he replied.
"Naturally," she nodded.
Kakashi gathered his team and Kurenai's and they set out that day in the direction of the Village Hidden in the Sand.
They lucked out not far from the stream when they caught a scent that was unquestionably hers, the place where she had expressed her milk.
"She was definitely here," Kiba reported as he watched in exasperation while his dog rolled in the spot.
"Good, let's keep going," Kakashi instructed.
"What do you think they want her for?" Kurenai questioned as they traveled.
"I haven't the faintest idea. For all we know, it could be a mercenary mission, someone paying them to take her," he answered.
After a day of receiving the powerful healing potions, Gaara finally left his room and was feeling better than he ever remembered feeling.
"You look great!" Baki nearly awed, but kept it in check because he knew how much that annoyed his student.
"You said you got those potions from the Leaf Village?" he questioned.
"Well, sort of. We brought the maker here," he answered.
"I see," he looked out the window.
"Would you like to meet her?" he ventured carefully.
"Why not," he shrugged.
He took his student a couple buildings over to where Calixta was staying. Unfortunately, due to how uncomfortable she was with the situation she'd been thrown into, the young woman had grown irritable and listless.
Temari answered the door. "She's still in back. I'll get her for you."
"What is it?" she snapped.
"It's Baki and Gaara, they want to see you," she answered carefully.
With a sigh Calixta exited. "Good day."
"Gaara, this is Calixta, the healer from the Leaf," Baki introduced. "Calixta, this is Gaara, the young man you're healing potions have been helping."
She looked him up and down, "Love," she muttered quietly before formulating a proper response. "Actually, they're not potions in the traditional sense but I suppose that's accurate enough."
"Then what have I been drinking?" Gaara demanded.
Calixta cocked an eye brow at him. "Milk," she answered simply, though a little amused that Temari and Kankuro had failed to elaborate on that.
She received incredulous looks from Gaara and Baki for that answer.
"What else did you do to it?" Gaara almost demanded.
Calixta smirked. "Do? I don't have to do anything to it."
"You just gave me warm milk?!" the young man turned to his sensei.
"I-It's not…It's not just warm milk," Temari tried.
"Then what is it?" he nearly yelled.
Calixta pursed her lips. "I would like a few minutes alone with Gaara," she announced after a moment of thought.
Although they were reluctant to leave them alone together, Temari and Baki left to wait outside.
"So? What is it? What's the big secret?" he growled.
Since laying eyes on him, Calixta had started to assert some of her chakra on the volotile young ninja, hoping to soften his demeanor. It seemed to be working, if only a little.
She sighed and sat down. "I'm not sure if you'll like what I'm going to say, but I suppose it makes no difference. It's my breast milk," she answered evenly.
"Your what?" he shouted. "That's outrageous!"
"It is outrageous but nonetheless the truth," she continued flatly.
His eyes narrowed dangerously and she felt his chakra flair up. Then, without another word, he turned on heel and started to leave.
"Does this mean you're going to stop drinking it?" she asked genuinely.
He sneered at her and left without replying.
"Gaara!" Temari exclaimed when he exited and received a sneer as well.
"How'd it go?" Baki carefully inquired.
"Were you trying to humiliate me? Or are you all just that stupid?" he yelled and stormed off.
Baki turned to his female student, "Do you know what that was about?"
"Baki-sensei…do you know how she makes those potions?" Temari questioned quietly.
"I never looked into it," he admitted.
"It…It's her breast milk," she informed in a hushed voice.
"Why didn't you tell me?!" Baki nearly slapped her.
"I-I thought you knew," she lied.
He obviously didn't believe her but at this point it didn't do any good to argue about it. Knowing Gaara as well as he did, he figured the best thing would be to leave him alone for a while to see what he would do. Perhaps he would get over it, given enough time.
That evening, Calixta could tell her Leaf companions were drawing near. They would be taking her away soon and she felt the need to act before they arrived.
Just as it was growing dark, Calixta snuck out of her room and into Gaara's home. It wasn't customary for people his age to live alone but he was anything but a customary young man.
"Gaara-san," she called quietly into the darkness.
"What do you want?" he hissed from the other room.
"I came to apologize. I knew you wouldn't be pleased but your teammates brought me here and they wouldn't take no for an answer," she began but didn't dare enter the room he was in.
"You didn't have to oblige them," he snapped.
"If it makes you feel better, most of the people in my village that enjoy the healing effects of my milk do not know where it comes from."
He scoffed, "So you're deceptive even with your own people?"
She laughed a little, which caught him off guard, "I suppose that's true. They only brought me because they care deeply for you."
"They brought you here because they fear what I would do," he corrected bitterly.
"That is perhaps true as well but you must believe that I meant no disrespect to you," she tried.
He scoffed at her again. "If you came here to make me feel better, you should just leave," he snapped.
"I try to make all those I encounter feel better but that is not why I came here. I came to tell you that people from my village are nearly here, come to take me back," she added offhandedly.
"So?"
"There is only one person in this village who could make me stay any longer than that."
"And who is that?" he bitterly humored her.
"You, of course. You are the reason I am here and you will be the reason I leave. I will only stay as long as you wish," she told him in a small voice.
"Then go! For god sake, just go!"
"Please, don't dismiss me so easily," she pleaded quietly.
He barely heard her, if not for the quiet of dusk, he wouldn't have. "Why would you want to stay?"
"Because…" she didn't want to tell him but she felt compelled to, "Because I can feel your pain, your loneliness."
He stormed out of the room and harshly pushed her against the wall where she made a soft thumping sound. "I don't need your sympathy, or anyone else's for that matter!"
"I offer no sympathy…only companionship, if you'll have my company," she shakily replied. Even before she entered his home, she had been focusing her chakra on him but now that she could feel his filling the small room, it made her falter.
"Your very presence mocks me!" he told her, pushing her even harder against the wall.
She gave a heated gasp and felt her skin flush due to his proximity. Even though she was a few inches taller than him, she felt like a mouse in his presence. "If you wish to kill me, you should do so quickly, before you will receive interference," she told him, her voice quivering.
"Is that why you came here? To die?" he hissed, feeling the warmth of her body starting to infect him.
"I ceased wishing for death quite some time ago but if it is your desire to have me dead then I am not strong enough to stop you," she told him as evenly as she could. "If you hate me that much, then take your vengeance quickly but I'm sure you realize that I'm no threat to you."
His eyes narrowed dangerously but he faltered at the strength and conviction of her words. "As much as I'd like to, I can't seem to hate you," he growled, letting her go and stalking across the room.
She breathed a sigh of relief then, after a moment to take him in and reassert her chakra, she walked purposefully over to him and took him by the shoulders so she could plant a firm kiss on his lips.
Gaara's eyes grew wide with horror and he violently pushed her away, spitting away the faint traces of her taste from his lips. "You crazy bitch! What the hell was that?" he demanded, absolutely seething.
The turbulent rise in his emotions made her gasp again. "You feel so much. Don't hide from me," she requested breathily.
"I hide from no one!" he shouted at her but found himself closing the gap between them regardless.
"Then, please," she gasped, "take my milk once more before you send me away. It was made for you especially," she ventured.
He gave a defensive snarl.
"Take as much of me as you desire," she told him just above a whisper.
That caused him to give her the strangest look of all, one of disgust mixed with wanting and so many other emotions that he could do nothing but take hold of her again. "You're mad!" he shook her.
His reaction made her give a light little giggle that sent shivers throughout his body. No one had ever come on to him, let alone this strongly and that thought alone would have made his head spin but in this instance the feeling was compounded by a warm, pulsing rush that was flooding his senses.
"I am only mad to those who see you as a monster," she answered after a flush started to warm his cheeks. "Please, don't tell me you're one of those," she pleaded breathily.
At that he felt something snap in his brain and he pushed her against the wall again but this time with his whole body, holding her there as his lips met hers in a vicious kiss. She gasped against his lips, giving him the opening to thrust his tongue into her sweet mouth. He still expected her to fight him but rather she yielded to his every advance. It made him bold and he soon found his hands wandering all over her generous curves, and nearly awing at the little sighs and moans she would give him in response to his touches.
He broke the kiss as violently as he started it a few minutes later to catch his breath. "You're insane," he told her, though he sounded the most affectionate he ever had toward anyone.
She sent another giggling shiver through him, "I've been told that before…and I'm sure you've heard the same."
With that, he pulled her down to the floor on top of him where he opened her blouse to find her breasts already weeping for him. Without thinking he took one nipple in his mouth and started to suck. It was a harder pressure than she was used to but she knew better than to protest it. Though, when he became excited enough to use his teeth, she gave a pained squeal and tried to pull away from him.
He wouldn't let her. He was already too far gone and harshly squeezed her breasts, not caring that it spilled her milk not only on himself but his floor as well. His intense grip had her making further sounds of discomfort, "Please, not so harsh! My breasts are tender, especially when they are so full," she pleaded.
"I intend to empty them," he hissed before resuming his suction but this time he was a little gentler with her if only to regain her full compliance.
At the feeling of him easing, she breathed another sigh of relief and tucked one careful hand behind his head to cradle it. His hair was rough and wiry as her fingers laced through it, gently scratching the back of his head.
Her scent, her taste, indeed, her very presence, seemed to intoxicate him, even more so when her other hand reached down between his legs. He gave a heated gasp when her fingers found his semi-erection.
"Who are you that you dare to touch me in such a manner?" he asked in a voice that betrayed his growing arousal more than he would have liked. Because of this, he forcefully sat up, taking her wrists in his hands hand holding them to either side so she could no longer touch him.
"I am Calixta. I come from the north, a small village, mostly farmers and clergy-folk. I do not need to weave signs to channel my chakra. Its natural frequency resonates with the brainwaves of others and can evoke strong emotions in those it encounters. This frequency stabilized in my early teens but it is only recently that my healing milk has come in," she rambled.
He blinked stupidly at her explanation for a moment.
"I am a woman who wants to couple with you," she added when she sensed his confusion at the previous response.
That answer made him give an arrogant smirk and his hands moved from her wrists to her hips where he used them to grind their pelvises together. She gave another heated gasp and he resumed suckling her breasts, alternating between one and the other.
"Please," she pleaded after another couple of minutes of nearly writhing in his lap, "let me touch your skin."
The notion almost made him falter. At most, he only ever let others make contact with the sand armor he used in battle. The heat and genuine desire in her voice made him acquiesce and the protective layer of sand covering his skin slowly started to fall away. "Do as you please," he told her and found himself nearly naked moments later.
Her touches sent electric waves through his body, bringing him to full hardness before she started to open his pants. When she finally took hold of his length, he gasped with such abandon that he made himself blush, and was glad that no one else was within earshot. So that he wouldn't be alone in his exposure, he reached beneath her skirt and tore away her panties, causing her to give a similar gasp, though she seemed more aroused than embarrassed.
He felt his length pulse as the head brushed against her hot wetness, making him gasp again. He was only surprised by her eagerness because of his inexperience but he was nonetheless surprised.
"Aaah," she sighed at the feeling. He was hot and ready and she could feel the chakra of her comrades entering the sand village. "Take me now, please…" she breathed in his ear.
A moment later, she was impaled on his length and moaning loudly for him due to the combination of that and the fact that he was still suckling the remaining milk from her breasts.