AN.- and now the one i had the most fun writing in a long time...Gaara and Sakura! all they're sweetness and now citrus is added its gonna be fun. enjoy!
Disclaimer: naruto not mine...
Gaara decided something as he sat on the clock tower roof holding Sakura closely.
He liked kissing. He liked it a lot. And he doubted he'd ever get enough of kissing the girl in his lap.
Then a thought occurred to him and with something akin to a smirk he asked Sakura, "Do you remember your deal about hugs?"
Sakura nodded, "Yes."
"You said you liked hugs. So you made the pact." he continued.
"That's right."
"I like kissing."
Sakura giggled, "Silly, I'm your girlfriend now you don't have to have a pact to kiss me now. It comes with the package deal."
He stared at her. Gaara picked her up and turned her around in his lap so he could see her face.
"Girlfriend?" he asked quietly, his intense eyes burning into hers.
She smiled, "Yeah, I mean I kind of figured that was what I was…"
"What…does it mean?" he shook his head. "No, I know girlfriend is a term used to address a female romantically attached to a male."
Sakura nodded, "Yeah, but that's a real general term. See girlfriends have been around a long time. But even with as long as they have been around there still isn't really a definite definition for one. You have the basic rules like you're supposed to have only one girlfriend and you are supposed to be true to only her and she to only you. Its kind of a promise that as long as you are a couple she is yours and you are hers."
"It is a form of ownership?"
"No, not ownership per say. But kind of a belonging I guess. Its about trust. She doesn't really belong to you like your slave or something. But because she cares about you she stays true to just you. So you are the only one she kisses. The only one she goes on dates with. And the same for you. God…this is awkward."
"Why?"
"Gaara." Sakura was blushing. "I…I'm not just being your girlfriend because I want to help you learn about couples relationships. Which is what I'm sure you are thinking this is, right? Another mini Sakura Lesson on Life."
He nodded and met her gaze in silent question.
She shook her head and stared at her hands in her lap, "Its not like that…"
She paused and looked up into his eyes, "I care about you."
The sand master sat motionless, afraid to disturb the moment. Afraid to believe it was real, but also afraid it wasn't.
"I actually care about you a lot, Gaara. And I want to be your girlfriend because…when you are someone's girlfriend you're making a promise to them."
"A promise?"
She took his hand in hers, "A promise to love and support that guy. To be there for him. To kiss his fears away. And encourage him dreams. And comfort him and get him small gifts just to make him happy, because that is what any girlfriend really wants more than anything- To make her boyfriend happy. And in return the boyfriend does the same, he does everything he can to make her happy and keep her safe."
He nodded that he understood.
"But see each boyfriend and girlfriend have different other rules. Special things they want out of a relationship. Like mine would be…you are now my boyfriend and as my boyfriend, Gaara, you have to see me everyday or talk to me everyday so I don't miss you. And….you have to hug me at least three times everyday you are with me. At least once when you first see me, sometime during the time you are with me you have to hug me and maybe for even no reason except just to hold me, and then once more before we separate at the end of our time together that day. And…you have to trust me with your thoughts and secrets so I can keep learning more about you. Because I really like being able to do that."
Gaara liked his boyfriend duties. He could do those. Granted for that last one, she might not exactly like what he told her but if she asked for it who was he to say no?
"I can make rules?" he asked.
She nodded, "Yep."
"Alright, you as my girlfriend must kiss me anytime I demand."
Sakura narrowed her eyes and he conceded, "Anytime I ask."
"Thank you." she said giving him a satisfied smile.
He nodded, "You as my girlfriend also must…"
Could he make her love him? She cared about him, but was that the same thing? No, probably not. It was unreasonable to demand her total love. Care was a deep form of love, he should just be satisfied with that.
So what else could he ask of her…? Ah-ha.
"You must always stand by me, by my decisions and you can't leave if something gets difficult."
He'd had much too many people desert him. Sakura could not.
"Always." she agreed.
"And you must…"
What else could he ask of her? She was already giving him everything else he truly wanted.
Then he saw her trusting eyes watching him, waiting. That was something.
"You must always trust me. Over anyone else, believe me first. Trust my word over all else."
Sakura's eyes welled up.
His requests were simple. Kisses, which she already planned on doing every chance she got. Standing by him. Which she hoped she could do until her dying day. And to trust him and his word over everyone else's. Which wasn't too hard considering she already trusted him more than most.
She nodded, "Deal. But I have to tell you, you may need to come up with new rules later."
Gaara's eyes narrowed, suspicion coming into his expression.
She smiled at him, "Because I already planned on doing all of those as your girlfriend anyway. So you aren't really asking anything new of me."
His eyes softened as he stared at her.
"Good." he replied softly.
Sakura then leaned close to him.
"I am so happy right now, Gaara. Thank you."
He waited eagerly for her to kiss him like it seemed she wanted to.
But she didn't move.
Then she smirked, "Am I allowed to kiss you when you don't ask for it?"
He nodded, licking his lips expectantly, feeling the warmth pool up inside him.
She placed her arms around his neck and pulled his head close.
"Can I ask for kisses too?"
He nodded.
"Gaara? Then will you kiss me?" she whispered huskily.
He nodded again.
Sakura laughed as Gaara slowly took the back of her head in one hand and pulled her mouth to his. He softly explored her lips and Sakura parted them, silently inviting him to slip inside.
Slip inside…
That brought a very perverted desire to his mind.
He imagined himself slick with sweat on top of Sakura as he drove himself into her over and over again feeling her hot moist muscles clench around him.
Gaara groaned as he felt the effects such a thought had on him.
He felt his member hardening to the point of being painful.
He kissed Sakura with more urgency, desperately needing her sweet passion, though realizing with great disappointment that it had the opposite effect he'd thought it would. Instead of reducing his erection it stiffened him further.
Ashamed, and worried she would discover his reaction to such a simple form of intimacy as kissing he moved to draw back when she stopped him.
"Gaara…what are you doing?"
He couldn't tell her.
But…she'd just said he was supposed to share his secrets and thoughts.
Even the embarrassing ones? That seemed unfair.
Sakura smiled at him and crawled into his lap like she'd been before.
Biting off a moan when her warm rear settled over his hardened self, he heard her gasp.
He watched her slowly glance down.
"Gaara…" she whispered.
He didn't meet her eyes. He couldn't.
Unfortunately, Sakura had become too damn good at reading him because she apparently knew what his problem was.
"There's no reason to be ashamed, silly."
He hesitantly met her eyes.
She smiled sweetly at him, "Its actually kind of a compliment to me as a woman and your girlfriend that you find me attractive."
It's a compliment?
"You have a strange way of looking at things." he mumbled shaking his head slowly with disbelief.
She laughed lightly and nodded, "Sometimes."
Then she took his hand, "May I show you something?"
He nodded.
"It's a very personal something." she warned with something amazing burning in her emerald eyes.
Again Gaara nodded.
Sakura led his hand up and to her chest, placing his palm on her breast. His black rimed eyes momentarily doubled in size not to mention he felt his throbbing cock pressing further against his pants. Her nipple was taught and hard beneath his hand. Keeping his eyes trained on hers Gaara experimentally moved his hand feeling her hardening bud. Her eyes fluttered closed a second before she smiled and removed his hand and pulled it lower.
Gaara watched astounded as she placed his hand between her legs pressing his hand to her so that he could feel the wetness there.
He caused that.
He did this to her.
Sakura moaned softly and Gaara felt as if his pants were about to pop off, they were three sizes too small all of a sudden.
Keeping his hand in the nirvana it was in-thanking his good fortune when she let him- he leaned forward to kiss her.
An alarm on her cell phone went off startling them both, making them jump apart just before he could kiss her.
Sakura cursed and Gaara watched her with amusement filled eyes even as he felt disappointment fill him.
She turned her alarm off.
"Sorry. I set an alarm to go off so I'd know when to go to that dumb assembly."
Gaara nodded, he understood. It was a wise move on her part. Damnable but wise.
Her eyes glowed with mischief.
"But I suddenly don't care if I make it. Something has come up." her flickered down.
Gaara caught her meaning and felt his cheeks heat.
She laughed placing her hand on his face, "You're blushing."
He shoved her hand off and turned his head away.
Gently she tugged it back around to face her.
"Wanna see how else I can make you blush?" she asked with sweet seduction filling her voice.
He watched dumbstruck by her words as Sakura leaned forward and kissed him fiercely.
Just as he was loosing himself in her mouth he felt her touch him. A gentle stroke across the tent in his not baggy enough pants.
He gasped in her mouth and grabbed her upper arms.
He wasn't sure why, or what he was going to do now that he'd caught her but he'd caught her nonetheless.
She paused mid-touch.
"Gaara? Do you want me to stop?"
Did a sand have desert? Of course he didn't want her to stop!
He shook his head quickly. "No."
"No what? 'No don't do it' or 'No don't stop'?"
His already deep voice was a level lower and rumbled with hints of a frustrated growl when he replied, "Don't stop."
Smiling at him beautifully Sakura nodded and gripped him through his pants.
Gaara didn't want to close his eyes. But every cell in him told him to. He had to work double time to stay alert.
Sakura looked up at him and saw him staring off at the distance with focused eyes.
"What is it?" she asked turning to look where he was, making her hand leave him.
He grabbed her wrist.
And locking his eyes with hers he put it back, where in his opinion, it belonged.
"Gaara what are you-?" she asked as she again pulled her hand away.
He cut her off saying with a slight growl n his voice, "I have to stay alert. It is hard to when you touch me but I don't want you to quit. I will focus harder."
Sakura stared at him confused a moment.
Why did he have to stay alert?
Who would attack someone on the top of a giant clock tower?
She asked him as such and he shook his head, "If I get careless you could get hurt."
"What about your sand? Couldn't you create like a big shield around us and then you would know we were safe."
It was not a bad idea.
Willing to do anything to make her move her hand like she had moments before the cork on his gourd popped off and sand swiftly encircled them hiding them in a large ball.
"Now. Continue." he told her staring at her with intense eyes.
Had it not been for the minuscule blush visible on his pale cheeks Sakura would have been angry at how he'd asked her, but as it were, Gaara just didn't know how to be polite all the time. This was one of those times he didn't.
She grinned and kissed him deeply returning her hand to his throbbing penis making Gaara nearly sigh in relief.
She squeezed him gently and slowly pumped her hand up and down his length.
The red head shuddered. Which made the girl smile.
Sakura wanted to do for him what no one else ever had and hopefully never could. She wanted him to have an escape, a stress reliever. She wanted him to loose himself in something just long enough to forget everything troubling and burdening his life if even only for a few minutes. And she desperately wanted to be the one to help him, she wanted to be the thing he got lost in.
Sakura trailed kisses down his neck feeling him freeze as the new sensation from her mouth on his neck assaulted him.
"Lean back." she whispered against his ear.
Gaara shivered when her damp warm breath caressed the sensitive of his ear and neck.
Silently obeying he leaned back on his elbows.
"All the way." she said with a smile.
Hesitantly, Gaara obeyed that command as well.
Sakura crawled over to his side.
"Thank you for trusting me." she whispered.
Locking eyes with her he simply stared at her.
She kissed him and he placed a hand around the back of her neck holding her face close to his.
"You too." his deep voice rumbled against her.
Sakura snaked her hand down his body feeling his muscles stiffen when she brushed passed them. She reached her destination and slipped her hand inside his waistband.
Gaara froze when her hand met the thin cloth of his underwear.
He jerked his eyes up to hers. What was she doing!? Was she really willing to…?
She smiled sweetly at him and said softly, "If you ever want or need me to stop just tell me, okay?"
He blinked a few times. Sakura never failed to amaze him more and more. Just when he'd been saying thanks for a woman who cared for him, she touched him and then when he's becoming thankful for a woman who cared enough to attempt pleasing him with her own hands, he finds that the woman cares enough to touch him without the safety barrier of his clothes between him and her.
"Gaara? Should I stop?"
He shook his head even as he gulped anxiously.
She brushed a gentle hand down the side of his face. Closing his eyes briefly he leaned into her touch.
"Just relax if you can." Sakura said softly as her wonder of a hand moved against him.
Relax? That was what he was supposed to do? He wanted to touch her too. Was he not allowed to? But she'd let him before…maybe she'd just wanted to demonstrate her point then. When in actual fact she didn't want him doing that to her, for her.
The thought saddened him.
Sakura leaned down, pulled his shirt up and kissed the soft skin of his abdomen.
She grinned up at him and noticed that a sadness was in his eyes.
"Gaara?"
He slowly dropped his gaze to hers.
"What's wrong?"
She pulled her hand out of his pants and he nearly growled at her. He restrained himself though.
Her face was suddenly close to his, her warm green eyes full of worry and concern as she studied him.
"Why can I not touch you? Do…you not want that?"
Sakura smiled at him, "Is that what's suddenly bothering you?"
He nodded.
"Oh Gaara." she climbed on top of him and enveloped him in a soothing hug. "That is not a problem at all. I very, very much want your touch on me. I have dreamt about it for so long you just don't even know. Alright? I just…you are under so much stress and are so worried all the time. I want to help you forget that for a while."
His eyes filled with horror and disbelief.
"That is why you are doing this." his voice growled out taking on a hard angry edge. She was simply doing this to help him!? Not because she desired him or because she wanted to but because she felt obligated as his girlfriend and friend!?
As if reading his thoughts, she shook her head putting her hands on his cheeks.
"Don't get mad. This is no pity deal or sympathy treatment. I would never do that, especially not to you. I…god, Gaara, I love you. I want to see you smile. I want to know you're not weighed down with everything the world throws at you. And well to be honest I find you incredibly sexy and as much as I want to help you…I'd be lying if I said that was the only reason. I want to explore your body and touch you and simply enjoy my new boyfriend. I know that's horribly selfish. But…I promise if you let me be selfish just this once for a little while I'll definitely let you have your chance to do whatever you desire. Trust me I'm looking forward to that too."
He lay there silent and stunned. There was so much to understand, to take in from that long explanation.
But most importantly… "You…love me?" he breathed out.
Sakura nodded a happy smile seeming to be a permanent fixture on her face. Did he make her that happy? Was she smiling because of him? Because she loved him?
"Very much, Gaara. I honestly think I have for a long time and I just tried to convince myself I wasn't."
He frowned, "You didn't want to love me?"
She shook her head and he nearly wept at the stab of hurt that rippled down his chest.
His hand instantly went to grip the area around his heart.
She placed her soft hand on top of his.
"No, Gaara, that's not what I'm saying at all. Don't take it like that. I just…enjoyed our friendship. I really liked the relationship we already had. I didn't want to mess that up with some confession. Remember in the maze when I said that not knowing if the one you love loves you can be enough to stop a person?"
Breathless, Gaara nodded the tiniest bit.
"Well, it honestly stopped me for a while." she admitted. "Plus, I worried a little about your old belief of love no one but yourself."
His eyes narrowed, but he'd changed. He'd worked his ass off to change from that person who believed such things and mostly because of her, for her.
She laughed ruefully, "But then the smarter half of my brain caught up with me and I realized you were nothing like that old Gaara. You were so different and I figured if you'd changed so much then the chances of you still believing that were slim. Granted, I know you still have several trust issues. That's understandable. But you have showed me time after time that you at least trust me. And then…you asked me to kiss you and it was like a smack to my head. It was like someone saying 'See Sakura you dummy, this is how it should be!'" She giggled, "Of course that could have just been my inner. I'm not sure. What I am sure of is that I love you. I have for a while. I started trying to convince myself nothing was between us about the second to third week I was in Suna. And have been up until this morning. Sorry it took so long. But my love is finally yours if you want it."
He was speechless.
She loved him.
Sakura loved him. He…the loveless boy was loved…by Sakura.
He smirked at her, "Better late than never."
She laughed.
Sakura attacked his mouth in a hot passionate kiss.
"I love you, Gaara." she whispered against his lips just before kissing him again.
"Say it again." he demanded as he ran his trembling hands through her silk like pink hair.
Smiling she said, "I love you, Gaara."
The smile on his face was one she would never forget.
"Good."
She then grinned devilishly and leaned up to kiss his face. His lips, his cheeks, his eyes, his nose, his forehead. Tiny kisses everywhere, "So…my love…"
She watched him shiver as at her words.
"May I retake to pleasuring myself by pleasuring you?"
Gaara grabbed her face and trapped her gaze with in incredibly intense stare.
"Is this a lie?" he demanded with quiet urgency.
She shook her head.
"Is this a joke?"
She shook her head.
"Is this a dream?"
She shook her head, a smile growing wider on her red lips every second.
"Is this a trap?"
Sakura shook her head yet again.
Gaara brushed his thumb gently across her cheek.
"Is this true?"
A tear slipped from her eye as she nodded.
"You love me?"
She nodded again.
After a long moment he asked her with a completely straight face.
"Are you actually real?"
Laughing breathlessly she nodded.
She felt him sigh a breath of relief.
Then his eyes hardened for a moment, "If I find you are lying you will wish that you had never met me."
Sakura leaned her forehead on his.
"Gaara, I could never wish that. Not even if my life depended on it."
He didn't smile this time physically, but his beautiful aqua eyes brightened in a way she'd never seen before.
"Good." was his only verbal reply. But his eyes said enough. They said all that needed to be said.
Sakura kissed his lips, sweet and slow before moving down.
She kissed his throat which rumbled with something that seemed almost purr like to her.
Then she swiftly undid the buckles holding his vest on. He'd deposited the gourd after creating their shield.
She tugged his vest off and his shirt quickly followed.
Sakura then picked up where she'd left off trailing fluttering kisses along his chest. And on down to his abdomen. She could feel his eyes on her.
She stretched her hands out and caressed every part of him she could reach.
Sakura then began to undo his pants.
Gaara stopped her hand.
She looked up at him and saw a fire in his eyes.
"Can I touch you yet? Have you filled your need of me?"
"Not yet and never." she said giggling as she pulled his pants open.
Her hand lovingly cupped him and began to pump up and down just like before.
Gaara's eyes shut as his head fell back slightly.
The pink haired girl slipped his pants down, quickly followed by his underwear. When her cool hand wrapped around his aching member he gasped silently.
Gaara watched her. Taking every move she made to memory. This would be in his mind replaying over and over again for the rest of his life.
Sakura's hands on his bare skin when she caressed him had been wonderful.
Sakura's hands on his bare cock was breath taking. Literally, the red head had to focus solely on continuing to breathe when her silk digits squeezed and slid up and down his length.
His hands clenched tightly into fists.
Gaara was loosing it. His control on himself.
Suddenly he felt his body rock with her rhythm though he'd not consciously made the decision to. He thrust into her hand and his head lolled to one shoulder as he stared up at his sand shield.
His body twitched and tingled with pleasure so intense he'd have thought it to be a lie was he not experiencing it himself.
Warm sticky fluid leaked from him. He knew what it was. But he'd never thought he'd spill any. Nothing had brought him reason. No one had ever touched him. Especially like this. Hell! He'd never even touched himself! Perhaps he would have had he known it would feel this amazing.
Though he doubted his own hand would compare to hers.
Suddenly his world froze. It simply stopped. Time. Earth rotations. Everything. His hard earned focused breathing even quit.
Sakura's small tongue was on him! Licking up what had come from him.
The mere thought had more coming.
A groan mixed with a growl and slipped out of his mouth. Gaara was at a loss of what to do. His hands. They needed to be some where. Go somewhere, do something.
But what? Where?
"Sakura…" he choked out.
"What is it, Gaara?"
"Can…can I touch you now?" he forced his question to be words instead of the jibberish he was positive it would have been had he not concentrated.
Her smirk was pure sin, "Not yet."
"Dammit! When!? You say I can touch you but you won't let me!"
Between his frustration and his sudden hurt he was furious.
And then he was nothing.
A blank slate wiped completely clean.
Her mouth…her mouth was…on him, around him.
Her warm moist mouth was now in place of her hands. And damn if it wasn't better.
Gaara quickly sat up.
The sight of her pink head in his lap, the feel of her mouth sliding against his burning cock, the tickle of her soft hair on his bare thighs…the whole situation left him motionless.
She nipped the tip of his member and he groaned. When she enveloped him in her wet warmth yet again he unconsciously bucked against her.
She went down again and his hips went up, he couldn't stop them.
Her tongue swirled around the top and then all the way down making him tremble violently.
Suddenly she sucked on him. Just out of no where. And Gaara couldn't stop himself to save his life. A low moan rushed through his lips as hot liquid poured from him.
Sakura sat back and smiled at him.
Panting he simply stared at her.
He could not believe she would commit such an act for him. To do such an intimate thing…she really loved him.
He saw the small pool between his legs. Curious he touched a finger to it swiping some up.
Sakura giggled as he studied it. Then she blew his mind by taking his finger and his semen in her mouth.
Gaara felt his member jump. She sucked his finger and then crawled close to him, pressing her hot mouth to his in a needy kiss. He held her head tightly to him and devoured her, practically conquering her mouth as his own, relishing in her taste mixed with his. In a kinky way it was a huge turn on for him.
He pulled her into his naked lap and pressed her body to his.
"Oh god, Gaara." she whispered when she felt his once again very hard length pressed tightly against the dampness in her pants. She squirmed brushing against him.
A wave of pleasure shot through Gaara.
And he gasped out, "Now? Can I touch you now?"
He nearly died when she nodded and pulled her shirt over her head in one swift motion.
And he very nearly wept when she took his hand and placed it on her breast.
It was his turn. He could touch her! Finally!
The fact that she truly was going to let him touch her was enough to make his heart race.
Grinning like a mad man he took her mouth first. Then he sat back and smirked wickedly.
"Lay back." he said copying her earlier order to him.
Giggling she complied.
Gaara ducked his head down and as his hands explored her body up and down he kissed her neck, biting her flesh lightly when his hands came back to her taught breasts.
He squeezed them. Rubbing his thumb over her nipples, he was fascinated when she rose, pressing herself further into his hands.
Feeling bold from her silent encouragement he moved to place his mouth on one.
"Yes." she breathed quietly when his hot mouth claimed a breast.
Suckling her he used his other hand to squeeze and flick the nipple on the other.
Sakura quickly rose up and pressed her lips to his in a desperate kiss.
While she kissed him she took his hands and placed them on the back clasp of her bra.
Honored that he not only was welcome to touch her, but he could touch her bare breast Gaara swiftly undid the ridiculously tiny clasps.
Why there were three of such tiny ones when one bigger one would have sufficed he did not know and to be honest he couldn't care less at the current moment.
Once they were undone he yanked the scrap of silk and lace from her body and pressed her back down to the ground.
He stared at her naked chest a moment, mesmerized by the way they moved as her chest heaved with each small pant she let out.
Gaara almost reverently took one in his hand.
It was smoother than anything he could have imagined.
Slowly he leaned down to take one hard pink bud into his mouth and he reveled in the sweet sound that escaped her.
"Gaara, please." she begged.
He'd been begged to for things often. Never had any time sounded like this. Never had he enjoyed being begged of to do something. But please what? He wanted to do what she was asking him, but what was it?
She quickly wiggled out of her pants.
He could do nothing but sit and stare at the tiny undergarment that was surely too small to serve its actual purpose. Unless its purpose was to be attractive and provocative. Those were jobs it excelled in.
Moaning she took his hand and pressed it to her soaked underwear.
Gaara lost himself in her folds.
He stroked her experimenting with what made her do what.
The faster his fingers worked on her the more noises slipped through her slightly parted lips.
He leaned over her and took one of her sweet breast between his teeth and suckled her tight nipple while he continued his attentions to her with fingers that were quickly becoming expert at pleasing his sweet Sakura.
His.
He liked that sound. That feeling.
She was his.
Sakura gripped his hand and tucked it in between her soft flesh and her lace underwear.
Taking her not so subtle hint he slid his fingers down and around her copying his previous actions inside. Inside…
He nipped her breast roughly as he thrust a finger deep inside her.
She moaned loudly and pressed her hips into his hand.
Fascinated Gaara watched her meet him for every push every time. Adding another finger was a good idea he figured, since when he did Sakura's head tossed about and she shouted, "Yes, Gaara."
Enjoying hearing his name from her in such a way he pressed his fingers deep into her and swirled them telling her, "Say it again."
Sakura complied eagerly, "Gaara."
He shuddered.
Suddenly he needed her again. He needed her touch.
Taking her hand he pressed it to his hard and hurting member.
She gripped him pumping his length in time with his finger pushing into her.
"Oh god, Gaara." she moaned thrusting her hips to meet his hand.
She slid her hand faster pumping him harder, and successfully stole his breath.
He froze a moment as his eyes fluttered shut.
"Gaara." she panted.
He moved his hand again, waking from his trance where he'd been lost in the feeling of Sakura.
"Gaara, please…" she gasped.
His head spun with pleasure.
She held him tightly and with her other hand tugged him up on top of her.
Grinning he reveled in the feel of it all as she led his cock right down between her legs. She wanted him.
"Please." she pleaded.
"But Sakura…"
"I know…not that then. Just please. Something. Do something!"
Gaara couldn't mate her yet. She just wanted to be his girlfriend thank all great deities for simply that. But if he were to slip inside her he'd be taking her as his mate and then she'd be stuck with him till death did them part.
Such was the unfortunate way of any demon container. They had to obey human laws and codes as well as their demon counterpart's.
He kissed her.
"Sakura, I can't."
Despite how badly he wanted to, or how loudly his instincts screamed for him to he couldn't take her here like this.
She was delirious from their activities, if and hopefully when he took her as his mate she would be completely aware and agreeable to the idea, not drunk with pleasure and desperate for release.
She thrust against him.
And Gaara understood. He could grant her release without entering her.
Positioning himself he thrust against her and she screamed her delight.
He covered her mouth and her scream with his lips kissing her deeply as he continued to thrust against her.
"Gaara! Yes!" she clung to him meeting his every thrust with her own.
The sensation hit them together, as if they were one their climax rippled through them simultaneously.
Sakura screamed his name and he held her to him pressing her closer than anybody should've been able to get.
As wave after wave of his release rushed over him Gaara vaguely felt sand falling on them.
When his hazy mind worked to analyze why, he realized he'd lost so much control his shield had fallen down. He and Sakura were now covered in sand and exposed to the outer world.
She giggled softly staring up at him with-god help him-so much love he nearly cried.
Gaara buried his face in the warm crook of her neck and licked at her skin while he absorbed her sweet scent and enjoyed how it mixed with his well.
Sakura ran her fingers through his damp red locks.
"Gaara?" she whispered.
Unwilling to use his precious energy left talking he merely grunted a reply.
"You should, uh, probably put that shield back up. We're exposed. And…naked."
Sighing with resignation he spoke, "Speak for yourself."
"What?"
"My body is covering you. Your modesty is in tact. Its my ass that is bared to the fucking world." he grumbled.
Sakura laughed, soft and low, he closed his eyes and soaked the simple happy sound up.
"You're mooning the moon?" she asked with a giggle.
"That is one way of putting it. Yes."
"Oh, Gaara." she said tenderly. "You're adorable."
She kissed his forehead, "I love you so much."
Gaara didn't say a word, he simply tightened his hold on the one thing in his life he cherished more than actually living. And when she tightened her hold on him in return he prayed they never let go. Perhaps not literally since staying in such a way forever was illogical, but figuratively he prayed that Sakura would always hold him just as tightly as she did this very moment. That she would always love him just as much. And that he never did a single thing to fuck that up.
"Goodnight, Gaara. I will see you in the morning." she whispered against his hair.
He nodded against her. He could hold her all night.
He brought the shield dome back over them.
She was his all night. Smiling slightly he kissed the side of her neck.
As he lay there breathing in her sweet scent Gaara felt his body relax.
He had never felt so at ease. Was this the effect of having Sakura's pleasure?
That's what you feel right before you sleep. He heard Shukaku say.
Gaara felt panic claw at his hazy mind.
Sleep!? I can't sleep! No, Shukaku, no! Not Sakura!
Feeling weak and helpless he clutched her to him and embarrassingly pleaded with his demon.
Please, never her. Anything, anyone but her.
He heard the raccoon sigh, Relax kid. I ain't gonna hurt her. If I do, her other feels it too. And as of current I am much too attached to feel inclined to do such a thing to my lovely little firecracker.
Gaara couldn't believe his ears.
Or his eyes. Well, his sort of eyes.
In his mind he saw the monk's spirit cuddled up with Inner Sakura. Both naked. Gaara looked away.
You are not in your demon form? He asked the monk.
Hard to fuck with a penis made of sand. The demon retorted.
Ah.
Gaara yawned.
Startled he called out to the almost snoozing Shukaku.
Why am I yawning? I never have before. Why am I sleepy?
He saw the man shrug and look at him with the same black and gold eyes. The only proof that it was actually Shukaku.
That's what happens when you do what you just did. Doing the nasty leads to napping usually.
But how can I go to sleep?
Call it a reward for not fucking this up.
Reward?
Yeah, you landed the girl. Still not sure how, but hell what ever it takes, I suppose. But yes, you got your girl which in turn got me mine. Meaning I'm one pleased mother fucker if you get my drift. So as my reward I grant you the gift of sleep.
Gaara was stunned. This was turning out to possibly being- no more like definitely being- the best night of his entire existence.
I can sleep?
Yeah, but here's the catch, whelp. Only when with Sakura. When you are holding her, I can hold her.
The demon indicated the girl snuggled against him sleeping. and when I have her I feel a lot less inclined to kill and cause mayhem and what not. The sacrifices of love, I guess.
The demon sighed as if somewhat sad he didn't want to kill and destroy things.
Anyway, as long as I have my girl I won't mess with you. So when with Sakura you can sleep. You're welcome.
Gaara nodded, For some crazy reason that makes sense.
Shukaku nodded, It should, I came up with it, you brat. Now shut up and leave me the hell alone. Go back to your girl and leave me to mine.
Gaara nodded and did as told. He would not press his luck to anger the demon when he was being offered this amazing chance.
He held Sakura close to him and gathered their things with his sand and then sand ported them to his room and onto his bed.
He set their things in a chair at his desk and then used his sand to drag a blanket over their still naked bodies.
His last item of business was to jam the door knob to the dorm room with some sand in the lock and to cover the window by pulling the curtain over it and then securing that small latch as well.
Now that they were safe enough he cuddled close to his peacefully sleeping Sakura and placing his chin on top of her head closed his eyes, quickly drifting off into his very first sleep to enjoy his very first dream. Preferably it would be one about the pink haired wonder in his arms…and maybe also the things they'd just done together…yes.
Gaara sighed with content.
That sort of dream would bea nice first dream to have.
And then the sand master was asleep.