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Desert Rose	By : TsurugaRin Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 2025 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Hey all! I finally made it to the big 1-0 O_O originally I hadn't planned for this story to go this long but as it stands now, I may just go for another few chapters heh!
Big thanks to my raters.
Julie bigger thanks for your review! I hope this is worth the wait.
Warning: there's another Lemony Lemon here!
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In the end it wasn't for a few days before Hinata saw Gaara again. Tsunade did her best to keep the Kazekage by her side as an excuse to shirk off work and drink lots of sake. Neither Shizune, Sakura or her ANBU guards could repress their leaders crazy antics. It was a wonder how the rest of the village wasn't worse than it was already with a Hokage like her.
Well, she did put the Kazekage's mind at ease, there was nothing wrong with enjoying life and he was on holidays of sorts.
By the time he was able to slip free, Gaara was feeling better than he had been for a while now. Still he had other things on his mind and had forced Kankuro to use one of his puppets to entertain the Hokage in Gaara's image.
By this stage Tsunade was so drunk she happily hugged the puppet to her bosom and gave it a play by play of the time she and Naruto stopped at some hot springs.
Shaking his head, he wandered off, trying to convince himself he didn't have any real destination but his 'wandering' took him straight for the Hyuuga compound.
At the entrance, Gaara hesitated. He should see if Hinata was in, since he was already there… he reasoned with himself before slipping in unnoticed. People moved sluggishly around the streets, packing into their homes as the day waned toward night. It was eerie to see that many people with those haunting grey eyes and Gaara stuck to the rooftops of the compound, conveniently avoiding human contact.
Hinata turned out easy to find. She had been practicing with Kiba on one of the many sparing fields within the compound. Akamaru lay under a tree watching on as his master and team mate traded blows lazily. He lay upwind of the Kazekage and didn’t notice his presence.
Gaara tensed jealously watching the two interacting.
“Nice, Hinata!” Kiba cried, narrowly dodging her latest blow. As usual he didn’t use any honourifics but Gaara took affront to his lack of respect for the Hyuuga heiress (well, she was still officially heiress).
Sand flicked down to lash out at the dog nin and Kiba stumbled at the unexpected attack. He avoided getting caught but ended up tripping over his own feet. Akamaru was there in front of him in a flash, shielding his partner giving him time to recover.
Kiba stood, snarling just with guttural aggression at Gaara. “Kazekage!” he sneered. “Looks like you haven’t learnt any manners. Biting the hand of your host can get you in a lot of trouble you know.”
“It is you who needs to learn manners, mutt,” Gaara said.
Before the fight could progress any further, Hinata interrupted standoff.
The guys were shocked when she moved between them, fighting stance at the ready, not because she tried to stop their fight but rather the fact that she had her back to Gaara and was now staring Kiba in the eye, ready to seriously fight her team mate.
Gaara’s heart swelled. She was trying to protect him.
“Back off now, Kiba kun, or you will regret it,” she said in a steady voice.
“Hinata?!” Kiba was stunned. “You can’t be serious?”
“You mustn’t cause an incident between our two countries,” she said. Inwardly she cringed at her own words. She’d already done that; sleeping with the Kazekage.
Gaara’s heart sank. She wasn’t trying to protect him after all.
“Hinata –” Kiba started again.
“No, Kiba,” she cut him off. “It’s better if you just go home.”
“I won’t do that,” he said stubbornly. “I can’t leave you here with the enemy.”
“The Kazekage is not our enemy.”
Kiba didn’t say anything nor did he make to leave.
Realising this tactic wasn’t working, Hinata straightened up. They both knew she didn’t have the heart to seriously attack her comrade. Her sense of loyalty was one of her strongest points.
“You forget that you’re now standing on Hyuuga land. If you don’t leave I will have to have you forcibly removed.”
For a moment Kiba just stood there stunned. He stared into Hinata’s level gaze, searching for some sign that she was joking. Instead he found her resolve was dead serious.
While she showed no outward sign of distress, Hinata bit the inside of her cheek nervously. She had never used her position against any of her friends before; never wanting to treat them as if they were inferior or be treated as someone apart from them. For Gaara she had crossed a line she never thought she would be willing to cross. But then again she’d crossed so many lines since meeting him adding this to her transgressions didn’t seem so bad anymore.
“Fine, Hinata sama!” he spat, glaring at her angrily. “Come on Akamaru, her highness clearly doesn’t want us around.”
They watched him leave. Hinata felt a pang at his harsh words but knew that he’d forgive her eventually. Their friendship was stronger than that. Even if it wasn’t, she needed him to leave. If they had fought, not only would it cause a rift between their nations, Kiba would have gotten seriously injured. Gaara was the Kazekage after all, a position he did not inherit from his father because of their blood connection.
For some reason, the fact that Kiba had been forced to leave made Gaara feel a little superior.
Good riddance, he thought uncharacteristically. He turned back to Hinata to find her eyes trained on him.
“Is it true? What you said the other day? That you were glad to see me?”
“You didn’t believe me?”
She couldn’t bring herself to believe it.
“I have something I want to show you,” she changed the subject.
She headed to her room knowing he would follow. She entered, leaving the door open. He hesitated but then entered behind her.
It was as he’d expected, neat and warm just like her. Scattered over her dresser, bookshelf and bedside table he could see framed pictures of people in her life, her loved ones. Some hung on the walls, smiling out at them.
She picked up a small potted plant off her corner desk, holding it up for Gaara to see. The thick multiple trunks entwined around each other, reaching up to support twiggy branches. Clusters of white trumpet flowers rimed in pale pink sprouted amongst the abundant linear green leaves. It was a very small version of a plant Gaara knew very well. They were practically the only tree that grew in the hot wind country but he didn’t know what it was called or why Hinata had one.
“This is a Desert Rose, it’s the Hyuuga floral emblem,” she said, answering his unasked questions. She set it back down. “It’s flower meaning is determination and tenacity¹. For my clan it’s an important symbol to show that even through adverse conditions we will always stand tall and proud. So… a rose can bloom in the desert after all.”
Gaara didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t believe she’d taken note of such an off the cuff comment. Before he knew what he was doing, he’d closed the gap between them, lips pressed firmly to hers.
His tongue moved on its own, tracing the outline of her lips and when he couldn’t stand it any longer urged them to part to him. She complied without any further suggestion, wanting to taste him as much as he wanted to taste her. He explored her mouth, running his tongue over the roof then along the top row of her teeth before settling to war with her tongue within the shared space.
Just being near her invoked a passion he’d been supressing for so long.
“G-Gaara!”
He pulled back suddenly, worried he’d gone too far but his eyes met hers for only a second before she flung her arms around his neck and pulled him to kiss him thoroughly.
She didn’t question it; didn’t care that this was probably just a fling for him. If he only came to her for physical connection, she’d take it.
Soon they were on her bed, clothes discarded all over the ground.
This time Hinata took the chance to take in the Suna nin’s naked form. She didn’t know how many more chances she’d get to do this, she wanted to imprint his image in her mind. He had pale, smooth skin over hard muscle, but no discernable popping veins. He was unblemished bar a very faint zigzag scar just below his left clavicle. An old scar. As a shinobi it was pretty impressive there were no other marks but this was Gaara. She’d seen him in her first Chuunin exam. There was a reason he was the only examinee to come out of the Forest of Death without a single smudge.
Looking into his jade eyes, she suddenly realised he’d been scrutinising her as well. Her pang of consciousness made her feel very exposed. She made to cover up but he stayed her hand.
“Beautiful…” he said. Questing hands explored languidly exploring her whole body. Unlike last time, he meant to take his time. His lips, too, traced over her skin seeking out all of her sensitive areas.
It was incredibly erotic, his touch. His hands and lips discovered places Hinata had never thought of erogenous before. The shell of her ears, the soft skin of her wrists, even the underside of her knees that made her toes curl and her whole body shiver. He drew sounds from her that she didn’t know she could make.
By the time he was done she was so wet she leaked all over her bedsheets.
The smell was strong, pungent with pheromones and entirely too intoxicating. Gaara wondered briefly what other sounds he could coax out of her. With that thought in mind he leaned in, brushing his tongue along the outer folds. A long undulating moan was Hinata’s response.
He pushed his tongue between the folds, tasting the sweetness there, exploring the hot crevice intently.
Hinata’s mind had officially turned to goo and when Gaara’s tongue swept over her hardened clit she squealed uncontrollably. Instinctively the man stroked the spot, loving the feel of the nub and the reaction he was getting from his lover.
From Gaara’s ministrations, Hinata felt wave upon wave of unadulterated pleasure. Just when she thought she couldn’t stand it any longer one last flick of his tongue put her over the edge and she came hard.
Gaara lapped the sudden spurt of liquid up willingly as the girls whole body tensed. He was so hard himself now it took all his control not to just take her then. Instead he straddled her, on leg between hers and the other on the other side of her left leg. His lips melded with hers and Hinata could taste herself on him. A strangled gasp escaped her lips as his knee rubbed against her oversensitive folds.
“Hinata, I can’t wait any longer,” Gaara growled. He was at his limit as he urged her to part from him, positioning himself at her entrance.
He entered her slowly, savouring the feel of her folds enveloping him. She was so tight it once again tested his self-control but he’d promised himself he’d pace himself this time. He thrust carefully, just missing the bundle of nerves that was Hinata’s sweet spot.
They established their rhythm easily, Hinata arching eagerly into each thrust. She squirmed and wriggled under him, her frustration mounting at his shallow thrusts. Every so often he would brush against that sensitive area, teasing her.
Finally, when she couldn’t stand it anymore she managed to gasp, “Gaara, deeper! P-please!”
Galvanised by her plea, the redhead relinquished, thrusting hard and fast into her.
“Is. This. What. You’re. After?” he said thrusting between each word.
She didn’t answer, instead, she came hard against him and he followed a few seconds later, pouring himself into her.
“That was wonderful,” Hinata sighed against Gaara’s damp neck as they came down from their respective orgasms. She breathed him in feeling suddenly aroused again.
Just hearing her speak was enough for Gaara to go hard again and he kissed her deeply.
“Who says we’re done?” he asked sporting a devilish grin.
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¹ I actually made this up – I have no idea what the flower meaning is for the Desert Rose.
A/N: I hope the lemon was okay. I didn't know I'd be writing it until I was actually writing it haha! I couldn’t believe how hot those two are becoming. When I started I’d expected their love scenes to be somewhat innocent but I guess they had other ideas.
Apologies in advance to my faithful readers, the next chapter may take a bit of time to come out since I have so many commitments this month – not to mention I am trying to write between looking after my son. But don’t lose faith. I will be back as soon as I can – with these characters clamouring in my mind to tell their story how can a girl refuse them?
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