Hinata would be bruised, as would he.
Very few had ever marred his skin, and she made the most marks he ever had that night. Gaara still could feel the scratches on his back that didn't draw blood, but he was sure his skin was red with lines of four where she had dug in her fingers. The painful pleasure was not something he was familiar with.
Her legs and hips would hold numerous bruises from his fingertips. He fought himself, but she assured him she didn't care, even encouraged him to keep his grip on her. He would claim he didn't understand if the scratches and bites along his neck hadn't felt so good.
Hinata curled snugly to him as she had most nights but now bare only in a layer of sweat and saliva with her hair in a mess around her head. He was sure he was lying on some of it.
Gaara ran his hand over her skin and closed his eyes. Her natural body heat was comforting in ways he didn't understand. It was enough to chase the darkness creeping back into his mind, but there was still the fabric of bandages under his fingers.
Gaara was so afraid that he would be too rough, unintentionally scare her, and make her want to run, but she begged for more, fueling him to give her what she asked for, but did that make it okay?
Gaara didn't know how he woke up from a nightmare and ended up devouring his wife, finally consummating their marriage. Shukaku though silent and 'unpresent' for the event, told him now it was the adrenaline that he had woken up with that likely fogged his mind to give in to his desire when she told him it was okay.
He would have to talk to her about it later.
Gaara kissed her forehead and buried his face in the sea of hair.
Hinata stretched groggily and felt the shift of the blanket press oddly to her. She hummed, realizing they hadn't put clothes back on. She wasn't interested in finding hers as she snuggled back into the warmth of the blanket. Her husband's chest was too warm, but she wasn't bothered. Gaara's head lifted, reacting to her movement barely before he reburied it, awake it would seem. She yawned. "Morning."
"Possibly." Gaara glanced at the light coming from the window. It explained the heat. Hinata dug her head under the cover into his shoulder.
Gaara slid his hand up her back at the edge of her bandages to compensate for her moving closer. She felt goosebumps. He was going to cause himself trouble touching her like that. "What are we going to do today?"
"I am still not allowed in my office until it has been restored," Gaara explained.
"I figured since I didn't wake up alone." Hinata laid her head to the side.
"I want… sweets," Gaara said. Hinata giggled at him, and he yawned, making no move to get up.
Sugar coated his tongue, and his barely dressed wife in view was an odd combination that did not help his focus. Hinata draped herself in the first clothes she found, which happened to be a loose-fitting robe he was sure was meant to be under something else. He could just see through the thin fabric where, among other things, the wraps on her ribs laid. They were there now only so her chakra-filled wounds would stay shut while they finished healing and served no other real purpose. Gaara clenched his teeth in mixed frustrations with himself as the edge fell off her shoulder while she spooned her treat in her mouth.
He would think she was doing it on purpose if he didn't know she could be as oblivious as he could.
The sight of the wraps sobered him viciously. He should have been more careful with her in her state. Her healing sessions should have the larger gashes completely closed and healed within the rest of the week. That aside, not only should he not have had her on her back, but he still felt responsible for those wounds. He should not have let himself give in to the temptation of his lust. He was now guilty of leaving bruises and marks on an already injured body.
Hinata licked her spoon. "Something's wrong. You stopped eating."
He should just tell her. Sex was not something you should be dishonest with your spouse about. "I shouldn't have…." He started but stopped when Hinata suddenly set down her empty bowl with a hard clink.
"Gaara, please do not start apologizing to me." Hinata huffed firmly. "If anyone should be apologizing, it should be me. Your head was not clear last night. I should have sent you back to bed." She faltered, tilting her head back, revising. "Well, that's what I was trying to do…" Her face turned red, filling his hollow feeling chest with an odd sense of satisfaction that he tried to crush as it rose. Though, he wasn't sure why he was feeling satisfied in the first place. "The point is… I don't want you to regret what happened because you think you hurt me. You did nothing wrong. You should only be upset if you did not want to sleep with me for any other reason."
Gaara debated. He did want her. That wasn't a question, but it was also not the issue. Could this continue? His instincts and body wanted more, but he knew he couldn't listen without applying logic to it. If he listened to his emotions and instincts, he would have murdered half the village on a whim by now.
Shukaku growled at him, telling him not to reject her. Though, he would like it if the beast stayed out of his and his wife's sex life like he had up to this point.
Hinata watched him with sadness but not pity. How did she do that? "I don't want you to think of this as bad. I'm not hurt. I am quite the opposite." Hinata picked up a pillow to burrow her red face. "I would like this to happen again, but if you are uncomfortable, that is okay. Just don't be uncomfortable because you think you will hurt me because you aren't capable of it." He was fully capable of hurting her. It was easy. He was far too strong for her fair skin. He could break her. "I trust you, even if you don't trust yourself."
Sympathy? Shukaku shouted at him in the silent room. He set aside his bowl and ruffled his bed hair.
Hinata fully curled around the pillow, hugging it to herself with her face to the bridge of her nose. Her hidden face was still tinged red, with a sliver of disappointment.
Gaara was physically shoved by his sand toward her. He caught himself an inch before knocking skulls with her before he turned to glare at the betraying tool.
Gaara turned back and opened his mouth to apologize to see a surprised, bashful look in her eyes. A rush of feeling washed over him from his face, through his skin, and down his back. His hair stood on end, and he lost words as he was reminded of how much he enjoyed being this close last night.
When he didn't move back, Hinata lifted her face to ask, and he didn't want to answer.
Gaara dumbly listened to his body again as he gravitated toward the source of odd pleasure that waved through his skin, making him shiver. His eyes slid closed on their own by the time he reached her, so he didn't see her reaction, but he could feel it. Hinata didn't hesitate to kiss him back. She moved closer, discarding the pillow with their forgotten bowls.
Hinata pressed toward him, encouraging. That's how she got him, wasn't it? She would encourage him by putting in some force, then wait for him to push back, and gave no resistance. That's how she got him to devour her, how she made something so terrifying, so comfortable. He didn't understand. He just responded.
Up on her knees, she curled her hands into his hair, breath littering his face between kisses. His finger dug into her thighs, pulling her onto his lap.
Gaara really shouldn't be adding to the bruises.
Hinata's hips were where they belonged. She slid her hands over his shoulders, dragging her nails across his collarbone so gently that it was painful. She was purposely frustrating him. She knew he wanted her to do it harder. He didn't understand why he wanted it, so how did she know how to make it harder to deny her?
His frustrations built as she hovered and kept her chest far enough away that the fabric ghosted his skin. He slid his hand up, disappearing under the annoying fabric, attempting to pull her closer. She only let him move her close enough for him to feel the radiating heat from her skin.
He opened his eyes to find a smile on her face. She was doing this on purpose. He left her lips, her eyes opened, and her lip fell into a swollen pout. He didn't give her time to complain as he moved to the hollow of her neck and bit down. She let out a rewarding squeak and dug her nails where they sat on his shoulders.
Game on.
Even though they were already so close, Hinata needed to snuggle closer to him. Another soft layer of comfortable bruises and a satisfying soreness made her all the more comfortable. She couldn't just focus on her comfort, though. She wanted his attention while she still had it. She wanted him to focus on her, not the thoughts that plagued him.
Gaara hesitated as she hopefully broke whatever thoughts he was staring at the wall with. He tightened his grip on her hip and looked down at what she was reading. "You haven't moved pages."
Shukaku laid across her ankles curled or to the side, resting his head, making her glance as he rolled his sand eyes. She tried not to giggle at his theatrics. "Neither have you."
Gaara made no noise as a rebuttal, only moved to drop his face into her hair. Hinata set her book down and laid a hand over Shukaku, who gladly filled the space under her arm.
"Are you feeling any pain?" Gaara pulled the fabric over her shoulder down to reveal one of the many little bruises she was proud of.
Hinata pouted, pulling it back up. "I like them."
"I'm sore," Gaara admitted. "Is that normal?" How would she know?
"Well, it's an activity that we are not exactly trained for." Hinata giggled.
"… Right." Gaara agreed.