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Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, and honestly I would probably never have the creative capacity to think of something even close. Kudos to Masashi Kishimoto!

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An Epilogue To Something

[Revised 5-20-06 Proofreading makes perfect. ^_^;]

Spoilers: Post manga ch 280-ish
By: Forgetmenow

Warning: If sandcest offends you, do not continue. Read some fluffy yaoi.

Also contains: Sandcest, OOC Gaara x Temari, they already have an established relationship. I've purposely left certain plot details vague, so you can make your own assumptions.

A/N: Personally I don't consider it uber graphic, because I have read some really graphic fics that are like omg/wtf !_! and I think my capacity to write smut is much higher.

If you'd like more smut please review or send feedback. Thanks for your support! ^-^

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Temari whipped herself around to see Gaara leaning heavily against the doorframe of her room. His reddish brown hair was disheveled and askew while his clothes were rumpled and dusty. No longer the shortest of the three trio, Gaara was lean and broad shouldered.

"Welcome back Gaara. What took you so long?" Punctuality was not one of Gaara's better points. She darted towards him but halted abruptly to prevent herself from toppling him over. Concern was evident on face, her tone softening, re you okay? Why are you standing like that?"

He walked straight past her not even bothering to acknowledge her. His lack of response worried her. It reminded her of his younger self: the aloof and apathetic being that cared for no one other than himself. He slipped the gourd off his shoulder and unceremoniously dropped it in the middle of the room. It gently rolled back and forth on its side before coming to a stop. He made his way to a wooden chair in the corner and collapsed backwards into it. Kicking off each open-toed boot one by one, he gave a deep sigh before letting his body sag in a motion of relaxation and exhaustion. His body literally hung limp in the chair, his shoulders were slumped as he slouched, his arms hung lifelessly at his sides.

Temari had closed the door and was leaning her back heavily against it. She was pensive and unsure. Gaara flung his head back and closed his pale turquoise eyes for a long moment, momentarily rubbing the bridge of his nose between thumb and finger. Then he opened his eyes and stared long at the ceiling before he spoke.

His voice was tight as he raised his head, "I'm okay. I just need ...some... sleep. " The word was still so foreign to him. The way the simple syllable fell from his lips seemed unnatural to him. Sleep was a still a rare luxury that he was hesitant to indulge.

Temari's voice was low and barely audible as she frowned, "sleep��."

He wants to sleep?!?! Temari's heart skipped a beat before going into overdrive. She felt momentarily dizzy as the as the gears in hear head turned.

"You're hurt! I know it! Let me see!" Since the Akatsuki ambush, Gaara had to rely on medical nin and long-eluded sleep to recoup from injuries. The biju healing properties were no longer a primary defense. She rushed across the room, nearly tripping over the gourd, when she accidentally kicked it in her haste. Standing domineering before him, she pulled on his arms till he compliantly stood up from the chair. It creaked with the shifting weight. She roughly yanked and pulled at buckles and latches to his gourd-supporting mantle. Gaara ineffectively batted her fevered fingers away as she literally ripped his clothes off, removing his large tunic-like outer coat. Eventually, he stopped protesting and just willingly let her have free access. She didn't notice the side of his mouth quirk up. Once she had divested Gaara of his upper garments, she was greeted by unblemished, creamy pale, skin of a tone masculine chest. No bruises, hidden cuts, or lesions anywhere.

"You're perfectly fine! There's nothing wrong with you!" She said accusingly as her sea green eyes scoured his upper body then met his gaze. Gaara was pleased. Her eyes were scowling as his mouth widened into a grin.

"Oy, Oy, I wish you'd strip me like this more often." Gaara's voice had a faint hint of mirth.

"Jerk, don't scare me like that again!"

"Would you prefer that I didn't return unscathed?" His voice now serious as his eyes narrowed a bit.

"You had me so worried. Here I was, left behind, with a stack of scrolls and paperwork for missions. I can't believe I agreed to let you and Kankurou complete the mission without me. I wanted to be there with you two, like in the old days." She had fisted a hand and was hitting the area just above his heart as she pressed her face against the crook where his neck met his solid shoulders so he wouldn't see the expression on her face. The way she was hitting him was not strong enough to bruise. "If anything, I should be with you more often. You're not invincible any more. The sand doesn't protect you as well as it used to. You're more fragile than you think!" Her hot tears wetted his skin.

She hadn't even realized she was crying until he held her chin between his fingers and tipped her face up, and kissed away the trail of tears. Temari sniffled. What was wrong with her? She never cried. What kind of nin was she to shed tears so easily? She hadn't cried with grief when she had been crouched over Gaara's lifeless body. She didn't even cry with happiness when Chiyo-ba had given Gaara't empty vessel new life. But since that time, the notion of losing Gaara presently struck a nerve ever more sharply. His value and presence meant much more to her now than it had in the past.

Gaara wiped the remaining salty residue away with the pad of his thumb. There were those dark times in his past when he felt he wasn't needed by anyone is this world. He had felt like an outcast -- a monster -- an unwanted creature. Yet, when Gaara looked down into Temari shimmering green eyes, his chest squeezed in an odd manner... It was one of those strange sensations that he had just until recently begun to get accustomed to -- To be wanted by someone -- To actually feel important to another being for reasons more than just as a tool or weapon.

To be loved.

He pressed his face against the side of her sunflower head, and found that his arms had wrapped around Temari. With Temari's proximity, the scent of desert lilies and jasmine flooded his senses. He inhaled the aroma of Temari's perfumed hair. His arms tightened even more fiercely. He again turned her face up to his and lightly kissed Temari's lips. The contact wetted his appetite to taste the sweetness of Temari's mouth open and pliant beneath his. It reminded him of why he had been so eager to return. Homesickness had become associated with Temari. He felt longing and outcasted when distanced too long. Where ever she was, he wanted to be there as well.

"You make me sound like a glass vase that'll crack at the slightest touch. I can assure you, I'm made of stronger stuff than that." The last part he spoke huskily into her ear. "Care to feel?" Before she could even reply, Gaara had gently taken her hand which she had just used moments before to pound his chest. He slid her hand down over the fabric of his pants until it rested above a sudden growing hardness. Her breath hitched as she took an intake of air.

"I thought you said you wanted some sleep." Temari said in a shaky breath. A tiny spark of excitement ignited, craving to be built into firey passion. She could already feel the desire building in the pit of her stomach at his blatant offer.

Beaneath her Yukata, the bandages she used to bind her breasts down became evidently more constrictive as the sensitivity of her nipples heightened. Temari felt the concept of a brasserie was hindering to shinobi duties by accentuating her breast size and shape. However, occasionally, she would indulge Gaara by wearing silky and lacy lingerie beneath her clothes. He was a tits-man as opposed to ass. He was mesmerized by the curves and feminity of those soft globes. She always found his reaction flattering.

Temari felt herself blushed pink in the face at the thought of Gaara's hands cupping and squeezing her breasts.

"Hai...I did, demo..." Gaara's voiced was seductively deeper and enthralling, "I've found something I want more...Onee-chan....

He used the title of their kinship as an endearment, though their relationship had escalated to something beyond the normal accepted boundaries between a brother and sister. It was how he initially knew Temari. Their past was already written and could not be altered. Despite the manner Temari had known Gaara while she was growing up; she had stopped feeling guilty once the revolutionary change in their roles had changed. The transformation was unexpected, yet she embraced the new path that their current bond was leading. He had been her brother, but now, he was her lover. He was the sand nin that craved love only for himself, but now he shared it with her. Now he only wanted to love her and be loved in return.

"Kiss me, Temari. Show me how much you've missed me." He leaned his face close to hers so their breaths mingled as he guided her hand to caress the stiffness between his legs. Gaara kissed the side of her mouth, trying to draw a reciprocated reaction from Temari. She closed the gap and eagerly met her lips to his. As their lips danced, his tongue coaxed her mouth open, inviting hers to mingle with his. Temari turned her head to deepen and extend the lip numbing contact.

Gaara's hands moved up and down the curves of Temari's body finally slipping through the lapel front of her clothing. His hands opened her top and tore through the chest bindings, pulling them down till they hung in shreds. He gave a groan of approval as Temari's breasts spilled into his open palms. He squeezed and pinched the tips of her breast till they became like hardened pebbles, eliciting whimpering moans from Temari. He took her moans into his mouth as their kissing became frantic and fevered. Her hand which was stroking his growing erection became bolder, eventulally reaching into his pants to wrap her fingers around his length. His hardness was hot and heavy as it pulsed and throbbed with her grip. It was Gaara's turn to audibly express his gratification, as he groaned against Temari's lips. He was aching for release.

Hesitantly breaking apart, they were both breathless and panting. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips passion-swollen. Gaara's eye were smoldering like the rare concetrated blue of a heated flame as he gazed long and hard. The hunger is his eyes was blatantly obvious; he looked like he was about to pounce on her.

The inevitable dampness had formed at apex of her thighs. She could feel the folds of her sex slick with her juices within her panties. The soddened lacey undergarment suddenly felt unbearably constricting. She felt overdressed while Gaara's stood half naked beside her. She wanted them off as well as the rest of her garments. She want that secret spot touched and teased. She wanted to feel Gaara hard and deep within that special chamber that no other man had touched. She wanted to feel the rush of heat as Gaara's seed flooded her womb. But she hadn't properly shown Gaara how she missed him as he had requested.

Temari slid down to her knees as he stood. He was momentarily puzzled for a brief second till he understood what Temari's next move would be. The material of his pants was stretched tight as the the bulge between his legs begged to be set loose. Temari granted the pantomime request. Tugging his pants down past his knees, she pulled his length free; it jutted out in all it's aroused glory, the head already glistening with precum. A patch of red-brown hair nested at the base of his staff. She stroked her hand afew times against the smooth shaft. His flesh was hard and hot in her palm. As she gave the tip a flick of her tongue, she felt Gaara's body tremble. He tasted salty and masculine in a way only Temari knew. She twirled her tongue around the swollen head, poking at the slit at the tip. She coolly blew on the moistened crown before engulfing the head within the hot confines of her wet mouth, making Gaara shake even more. She slid his length deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the long shaft.

"Oh God, Temari..." His voice was pained, but he did nothing to stop or slow her. In fact his hands had moved to guide her as she bobbed her head up and down. His hips instinctively began to thrust into her mouth. She made "mmm" noises inciting his blood to boil with ectasy.

His fingers became entangled in her hair, loosening the pins which caused her lemon yellow locks to cascade like a golden waterfall down her back and around her face. As she licked and sucked his hard cock, the hard phallus suspended within her lips, she massaged and cupped hic sac in the palm of one hand, leaving the other hand free.

She hiked up the hem of her yakata. With her free hand, she slipped it beneath the triangle of lacey material between her slim thighs to rub the heated slickness situated beneath the patch of dark blonde curls. Gaara couldn't think straight as he watched Temari pleasuring him as well as herself. Temari's sweet mouth would be the end of him. He didn't want to finish in her mouth.

"Stop, Temari..." Gaara said breathlessly.

But she didn't stop, if anything she became more zealous to have his length sliding down her throat. She was feeling a naughty streak. His self control was slipping. The wetness and sliding friction was driving him crazy. Unable to hold back the mounting pleasure within his body, Gaara came. His body convulsed and shook as he released his load of his white, hot essence down her throat. His fingers gripped her scalp as he held her mouth still over the pulsing organ. He pumped his manhood three more times in the sweet recesses of her mouth before pulling out with a plop. His creamy seed dribbled a bit down the side of her mouth. Her bubblegum tongue stuck out to lick the erotic saltiness. She swallowed till it settled deep in her belly.

Wobbly legged and weak kneed, Gaara collapsed heavily back into the chair behind him. The chair tipped backwards on it's hind legs before tipping back to normal position. During his labored breathing and panting and overall state of post climactic recovery, Temari removed her garments: untying her obi and slipping the yukata off, and then finally sliding the dampened underwear down her hips. Only the tattered remains of her bandages wrapped around her torso remained, their removal was abit more complex.

Returning back to a seated and somewhat calmer Gaara, Temari began to bring him up to readiness all over again. She worshipped his body with kisses. She started low and made her way up his body. She teased the tender skin of his inner thighs, swirled her tongue around his nipples, and bestowed sucking kisses on every other inch of his body. With her loving mouth, she eventually teased him back into a state of unbearable arousal. When she came up to his eye level, she sat in his lap facing him, placing a leg on each side of his hips. She leaned forward and kissed his jaw line, the mounds of her creamy breasts rubbing against his chest. She tasted the sweat on his skin and inhaled the earthy scent that was uniquely his, and his alone. No one else she knew carried such an elemental cologne. She made a trail of kisses from his jaw to his mouth, eventually taking his mouth deeply in a forceful kiss. He could taste himself on her lips which was something he had never experienced before. Somehow the idea of tasting himself on her lips made him hot all over.

Temari's own selflessness for orgasm amazed him. She had brought him to peak and seemed satisfied in insuring his pleasure. Her juices were littering annointing his shaft and balls as she sat atride him.

"Ride me, Temari," Gaara pleaded heatedly. "I want you to feel me hard and thick inside you. I want you to know only you make me like this." The tip of his member was already jutting up between her spread thighs, pressing against Temari's slickness. It quivered, seeking refuge in her molten core.

"Hai..." she said with an erotic gaze. He didn't think he could bear gazing at the way she looked at him. Her sultry green eyes made his heart pound and the blood rush to his groin. He squeezed his eyes shut. The anticipation was almost painful. She raised her body abit while taking his shaft in one hand and separating the wet folds of her sex with the other.

"That's right... guide me in." Gaara's voice was darkly seductive. All feeling and sensitivity in his body seemed to be focused in that one region.

She was moaning as just the engorged head was inserted, "ahhh." In the back of Temari's mind, she noted that Gaara was not her "little" brother in every sense. He was actually quite endowed, and here he wasn't even inside her completely. Her eyes were heavy lidded and her mouth slightly parted as she delicately slid her body down the hot length of Gaara's manhood.

Gaara's hands held her breasts, cupping and kneading the pliant flesh in his hands. Gaara groaned in pleasure as she lowered herself excruciatingly slow, making him tightly squeeze the flesh of Temari's tits which elicited another whimpering moan from her. "Please Temari..."

"Hush..." She silenced him with kisses as the sensations left her nearly speechless. Her body felt like it was on fire. Finally, she sat across his lap, Gaara's manhood imbedded to the hilt within her silken heat. They both moan in gratification. When Temari wiggled in his lap, she was rewarded with another pleasure-induced groan from Gaara. "You're so deep inside..." He wanted to pump her so full of himself that decyphering where she ended and he started would be impossible.

Their bodies began to move in lustful clockwork precision. Temari could feel the pleasure building with in herself. When she would slide down, Gaara would thrust his hips upward. Their mixed juices provided slick lubricant for their movements. When she would give, he would take and vice versa. The wooden chair that they trysted upon was sturdy but it creaked and rocked with their thrusting. The room was filled with the sound of their panting and moaning, and the squeaking of that rickety 'loveseat.'

Temari leaned forward and nibbled his ear while hotly whispering how deeply he was inside and that she wanted to feel him pumping her throughout the night. She went on to describe what other things she would do to him to show how much she missed him. Her explicit details incited him to even greater passion as his fingers now painfully gripped her hips. They had been itching with the urge to pull her down and impaled her upon his rod. He forcefully drove himself into her secret cavern, making Temari scream, their sweaty bodies creating a deliciously sinful friction.

Temari's control of the situation eventually slipped to the point she could only focus on herself, "Mohto! Gaara! Deeper! Gaara!" She was gasping and moaning, and calling out his name till it seemed like it was the only word she knew in her vocabulary. Gaara guided her movements as he pistoned roughly into her. As she gyrated her hips, Gaara reach between her thighs to caress the sensitive nub just above the spot where they were joined. He tweaked and caressed that hidden button. The building pleasure eventually came to a peak causing Temari to arch her back and curl her toes. Her womanhood tightly clamped and pulsed in fluttering waves of orgasm around Gaara's cock. A searing blindiness overcame her senses, as if a giant sun exploded causing her to swoon in Gaara's embrace. The final tremors of Temari's climax triggered his own release. Gaara pumped her feminine core so full of white, hot semen, it leaked out from the edge of where he was impaled inside her. His heart pounded so hard, it felt like it would burst from his chest. He tightly squeezed his eyes and thought of nothing but Temari as mindblowing pleasure sung through his veins.

Once coherent thought returned to Gaara as well as the strength in his legs, he carried Temari to the bed, eager for his turn to show her how much he missed her, all the while, never severing the connection between their joined bodies. He wasn't willing to let the reason for his existence slip far from him.

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A/N: Writing smut is hard and writing good smut is uber hard. ^^;
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