Sakura stood on her tiptoes in front of the wardrobe, with her back to Gaara who sat on the bed looking at her. She was trying to reach some clothes on the top shelf that she would sleep in.
"Don't put them on."
She was startled when his voice reached her ears and she turned around when she spoke:
"But...I can't sleep like this." She looked down at the clothes she was currently wearing.
"I didn't challenge that." And he winked.
Sakura narrowed her eyes.
"You want me to stay naked?"
Gaara nodded.
"Pervert. I am tired, I can't..."
"I don't want anything. You have my word. I just want to touch you. I haven't touched you in 2 months. Please."
Sakura considered his request, bit her lip and yielded. She turned her back to him to put the clothes she held in her hands back into the wardrobe and talked as she undressed:
"I'll be cold, you know?"
"I'll keep you warm."
"Gaara..."
"We have a blanket. I'll wrap you in it. Don't worry. I won't let you catch a cold. I promised to take care of you." He winked again.
Sakura smiled. She took off all of her clothes not without embarrassment. She was hunched over, trying to cover her chest as if he hadn't seen her before. She had goose bumps from cold, so she hurried to get into the bed, Gaara held a corner of the blanket in his hand so she could sit. She chose to lie with her back to him, curled in a ball. He hugged her tightly to his chest after he covered her with the blanket up until the shoulders. His right hand slipped under her arm and cupped her left breast. Her right breast weighed heavy on his arm. His left hand slipped under her left hip to rest on her lower abdomen. Gaara's body was hot as a terracotta stove. His legs copied the position of her legs. His lips parted to blow hot air on her neck and under the blanket. Soon after, Sakura not only wasn't cold anymore, but she was hot. She took a deep breath and exhaled.
"It's so good to be back into your arms again."
"It's so good to feel you next to me again."
"My lion, I need you to sleep well tonight. Please. Your health is the most important. If you are healthy, you can take care of all of us."
Gaara squeezed her breast in his hand and smiled.
"Yes, my dear."
Her eyes stared at the white small flowers in the vase which sat on the nightstand. He tried so hard for me: the flowers, the food, and the cakes...Do I deserve such a kind man? She suddenly felt his body become heavier, his breathing evened and it made her smile as tears pooled in her eyes again. Thank you.
All week, Sakura went to his office to bring him lunch. She sat on his lap and fed him herself. He was proud everybody knew that she not only didn't break up with him, but she was even kinder with him than before. Sakura insisted that he takes one more bite after he politely told her he was full.
"There is no such thing. Do you want to die?" Her eyes filled with tears. "Admit that that's what you want."
"No."
"You don't eat. Do you want me to get sick with worry? How do I know you can handle the stress of the job and all the crazy people who come into your office every day if you don't eat enough? Look how slim you are! I feel like crying only when I think of this."
Sakura dramatically covered her eyes with her palm, pretending to cry. She liked acting. He ceased every time because he didn't like to refuse her anything. It was his pleasure to give her anything she wanted. Plus, he felt proud that she cared so much about him.
"Fine. Look, I am eating!" He said in a funny voice and his mouth opened to take the food between her fingers. Sometimes he also took her fingers into his mouth.
"Aaa! I am not food!" She screamed happily.
"I wouldn't be so sure." His lips and teeth attacked her hands, neck and breasts while she wriggled on his lap, giggling.
They only behaved this way when they were sure nobody else was around.
Shinki pulled at his father's robe when he got home and whispered to him:
"Dad, can we show her the surprise now?"
"Not now."
"Oh, ok."
Sakura heard him. She smiled and decided not to stick her nose this time.
She clung to Gaara's neck when he arrived home, making him humpback.
"My flower, let me take off my shoes."
She walked in on him when he showered and insisted that he lets her wash him. Gaara held onto her hips with both hands and lowered his head so she could wash his hair easily. She massaged his scalp and untangled his strands. She grazed his scalp with her nails and pulled his hair back so that his head tilted back because she knew he liked it. She soaped every part of his body carefully, sitting on her knees when she washed his legs. Gaara stroked her cheek and she leaned into his palm. Gaara pushed her back to the bathroom wall and his body warmed hers as water washed both of them. Sakura couldn't wait to make love to him and she remembered her promise that she will never refuse him anything, but she was afraid making love would cause more harm to his body. When he lifted her knee to glue it to the same wall her back was glued to, Sakura placed a hand on his chest and tried to convince him it wasn't the time to overburden his body, which in turn made him edgy every time.
"I am not a pansy, Sakura."
"I know. I didn't say that, but you still haven't recovered fully..."
...
"Fine, but please at least do this. Take care of yourself, don't think about my pleasure. You will make it up to me when you will be my fierce powerful lion again."
"Are you sure?"
"Mhm. I'll make sure you make it up to me." She winked at him this time.
He was pleased and so was she. Even if she didn't get to finish because the love making didn't last long enough, she was happy he didn't over exhaust himself. She received his seed with happiness every time.
After that, he felt weak and that was when she came up to give him a massage. Gaara closed his eyes and relaxed. She had her legs on either side on his hips. Depending on what was in his reach, his hand squeezed her thigh or ankle lovingly. Her healing hands made sure to alleviate his whole body and heal his exhausted internal organs.
She was the most worried about his eyes. Black circles continued to surround them. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't convince him to use facial masks, treatments based on facial creams or oils.
"I am not a girl. You will not put that on me."
"But, dear. It might heal your eyes." She said while caressing the black skin carefully.
Gaara moved away. He was clearly not pleased.
"What's the problem? I've had them my entire life."
"It's true, but..."
"You knew how I look from the beginning."
"It's not that. We'll go see my parents in a month and..."
"Are you ashamed with how I look?" He was a little upset.
"Of course not, but they will say it is my fault for not taking care of you." She admitted and lowered her gaze again.
Gaara gave her a warm smile and took her face in his palms. She took the opportunity to try to apply cream around his eyes, but he caught her wrist. She tried to pull her hand back, but his grip was iron. He flipped her to lie on her stomach on the bed and held her hand between her shoulder blades.
"Gaara!" She said with resentment.
"I am sorry, but I am not a girl."
...
Even if he refused her in the beginning, it didn't give him any joy and it also didn't sit well with him to create a bad image of her in her parents' eyes, so he gave up and let her do whatever she wanted with him.
Of course, he couldn't only think about himself. He didn't like to know he was the only one feeling good and he wanted to offer her pleasure, too. He couldn't do this when he took her because she urged him to finish faster, but he tasted her sweetness every time he could. Whether he found her standing in front of the window, or she fixed him something to eat in the middle of the night or she just got out of the shower or when she slept... The way her body trembled afterwards, the redness of her skin and her swollen, oversensitive sweetness tickled his self-pride.
Sakura was ashamed at first and she didn't really understand what he wanted to do because she had never experienced this before. Her whole body was flushed and she tried to keep her legs close together to seal the entrance. Gaara didn't think much about it, even if he also didn't have any experience in this field. Desire woke up inside him one day and he simply didn't wish to refrain himself. Sakura couldn't complain that he over worked his body this time considering he was using only 2 fingers and his tongue.
Shortly after the first time, whenever Sakura read lust in his eyes, her thighs trembled slightly and she bit her lip in anticipation.
Whenever she felt he wasn't very tired, she came to him with a book and asked him to read to her. Gaara let her sit on him anyway she wanted. This time she chose to rest her back against his chest. He sat on the bed with his back rested against the wall. Sakura leaned her head back and guided his hands to hug her. He obeyed and kissed her neck at the same time. It's so nice to feel loved! I've never felt this way with anyone before! Sakura thought. His head almost rested on her right shoulder as he opened the book in front of her and read with his rusty low, but kind voice. There weren't many people who saw this kindness in him. Sakura closed her eyes and relaxed in his arms. She felt protected like a rare flower.
Nothing came up that week, until the woman who took care of the house was about to come back from her unexpected vacation and Gaara knew he had to discuss this with Sakura.
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