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Love Me When I'm Gone	By : KittenCobra Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1971 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto (the manga or anime) or any of the characters included within it. I only own the original characters in this story including the main character Utako Mizuke. I do not make any form of profit off of this story.

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11. Prisoner
The next morning, I awake to find that neither Gaara, nor I have shifted an inch in our sleep. I am still lying atop him, as I was when we finally bedded down for the night. The light of the sun is streaming softly through the dark curtains. My nose is pressed just below his chin, cradled slightly against his neck. I nuzzle him softly, and he stirs restlessly before settling back down again. I begin to stretch my tired muscles, and freeze. I can feel his arousal pressing firmly into my soft belly.
Gotta love male anatomy… I think slyly to myself. First thing in the morning, ready and rearing to go… consciousness be damned.
A small smile begins to curve on my lips. This is something I have not yet been rewarded with, much to my disappointment. Each morning, when we slept together on the roof, I would awake alone. He would have already risen and headed to his office before I stirred. This morning… I get a lovely surprise instead.
I decide to take advantage of my position. My skin still burns, but not as badly as before. From here though, I don’t even need to move much for what I want. I press my nose into his chest and inhale the scent of him deeply. He smells faintly of Earth and musk – I love it. I trail kisses across his skin softly, and dart out my tongue to flick across one of his nipples. To my delight, he stirs slightly again. His face looks so peaceful, despite the dark rings around his eyes. I have actually grown rather fond of them. I reach my arms up and around his neck, and pull myself upwards until I can reach his face. I kiss the kanji scar upon his forehead gently. I then kiss his lips softly, but heatedly – encouraging his lips to begin responding to my own.
Without waking, he rolls us over and slides down. His arousal is now tucked between my legs, and his face nuzzles deep between my breasts – his eyes remain closed.
Ahhhh… good auto-pilot handsome. I snicker and purr to myself.
I decide to burrow my fingers into his messy locks, and massage his scalp in a circular motion. He responds by gaining only slight awareness. His eyes peek open, and looking down he almost looks confused at seeing my breasts. He begins kissing the exposed portion of my cleavage tenderly – occasionally nipping the soft flesh with his teeth. I have to bite back a moan. His hands, still cupped behind my backside, begin a slow massage of their own. He is trailing his kisses upward now, licking and kissing the side of my neck as a low groan escapes from between his lips. He starts sliding his body along mine, rubbing his arousal firmly between my legs.
“Ahh… Gaara,” I cry softly as my head falls back, relishing in the pleasure he is stirring within my body.
Gaara freezes.
Whoops… I think a bit belatedly. “Gaara, baby?” I ask with only a slight pant to my breath. “Is something wrong?” I look down into his eyes, clearly displaying my pleasure on my face.
He looks… shocked. He still seems to be frozen, only looking up at my eyes now. I decide to take a chance. I rub myself against him once more, and let a soft moan escape my lips. I smile at him. He rips himself away from me, and jerks to a standing position. I sit up on my elbows to look at him. The tent in his pants, which I was enjoying so much, is now on full display beneath the soft cotton. He glances down to where I am looking, and I see his cheeks color only slightly.
“I… Um…” His voice is low, rough with sleep, and sexy enough to make me want to cry.
“Gaara, what’s wrong?” I ask, as if I don’t already know. Damnit! This had been going so well.
He doesn’t respond to me. He simply pulls the door open, darts out, and shuts it firmly behind. I hear his heavy footfall lead into the other room. Great… now I’ve gone and ruined it. I roll and flop back onto my stomach on the mattress again. It’s then that I realize I can hear Temari and Kankuro downstairs, in what sounds like… the kitchen? I follow their minds to listen in on their morning conversation. Their minds are both exhausted.
“Temari? Did you get any sleep after that insanity last night?” Kankuro is staring into a cup of hot liquid, and his face paint looks badly applied.
“No.” Temari also looks weary, but put together in a way only a woman could manage. “I tried, but I just keep seeing images from that horrible nightmare… I can’t believe she actually met Sasori… and lived to tell about it.”
“Forget Sasori… did you catch that about Orochimaru? The scaly bastard actually raised her!” Kankuro shudders, and I feel my cheeks begin to blush. “God… Gaara must seem like the most normal guy on Earth compared to her psychotic upbringing.”
“Do you… What do you think about her and Gaara? You know… the whole ‘Lovers’ thing?” Temari asks. “I’m still not sure I completely believe it.”
“Well,” Kankuro rubs the back of his head in thought, “If he’s not sleeping with her yet, he will be soon enough. That girl is drop-dead gorgeous, and has already proven that she… kinda gets him I guess. That is if she actually sticks around. Seems like she is desperate to break out – and soon.”
Temari sighs. “Well, if you had told me yesterday that I would ever see Gaara cradle someone in his arms and whisper in their ear to soothe away fear… I would have said you were crazy. But… I would have been dead wrong.” She cracks two eggs into the hot fry pan in front of her. “I don’t know what I think about her at all… but I’m worried about Gaara.”
“Oh please,” Kankuro spits out, obviously aggravated. “Poor Gaara… boo hoo… has to sleep in the same bed with a brunette goddess as his only company.” I smile at the continued jealousy in his thoughts, and then criticize my shallowness.
“Kankuro, stop being an ass!” Temari grumbles at him. “Gaara deserves to be happy – and yes even with a goddess, as you so delicately put it. I’m just worried about what will happen when she leaves, or worse… what if she IS captured or killed? I’ve never seen him act like this around anyone before. He may never be willing to again!”
I feel guilt roll over me in a sudden wave.
“I know, I know… Sorry.” Kankuro looks dejectedly at what I assume must be his coffee.
“Kankuro… what if… what if he gets her pregnant?”
Kankuro sprays – yup coffee – all over the counter in front of him, and begins choking. Temari hits him hard on the back several times.
“What the hell, Temari! At least wait until I’m not drinking!” Kankuro’s thoughts are terrified, and disgusted. “Oh man… I’m gonna have to talk to him about it aren’t I?... Why me?!”
“Because you’re his big brother. It’s your job. We may already be too late! You know what could happen! He’d never forgive himself.” Temari starts to wring her hands nervously.
“Okay, okay. I’ll talk to him, alright? I’ll go buy him some… supplies or something.” Kankuro slams his head down on the counter. Just then, Gaara breezes down the stairs and heads for the front door.
“Morning, big boy,” Temari calls to him with a teasing tone. “Did you sleep well?” Gaara simply grunts in her direction and continues moving.
“Wait!” she shouts now. “What about breakfast?”
“I’m late,” he says in a low curt tone, and then he is gone.
Temari glares pointedly at Kankuro. He jumps up and heads for the door shouting, “Hey Gaara… wait up! Can I ask you something?”
I snap back into my own thoughts, alone in my room. I can feel tears stinging behind my eyelids. There’s no reason they should know their conversation with him is pointless… and perhaps it won’t be. I suppose he should know to be careful with any woman he takes after I am gone from here. Which… come to think of it… What am I doing? I shouldn’t be encouraging his attention! I should be getting the hell out of here! Too many people know my secret. Too many lives are already in danger.
I jump up out of the bed, ignoring the screaming protest my skin makes, and head for the bathroom. The cold water stings, but soothes the burn at the same time. I realize that I am still covered in blood, and work to scrub off as much as I can without taking the scabs with it. I lather and rinse my long hair – twice for good measure, and then step out of the room and back to my bedroom in a towel. When I arrive in my room I realize… I have no idea where my clothes are.
Oh well. I’ve looked worse, and they’ll have to forgive me. I sneak into what I identify as Temari’s room, due to the large fans scattered around. I grab only what I have to have; one shirt, one skirt, a bra, and clean underwear. The bra is a bit too big, and the only panties I can find are black and lacey.
Well… if she doesn’t want me taking the good ones, she should have more variety. Sorry Temari…
As I’m closing the dresser, I notice a bottle of white lotion sitting on top – sun screen! Oh, thank God! I apply it generously to my entire body, and then decide to just take the bottle with me. Who knows how long I could be beneath the desert sun. Once I am dressed, I head for the bedroom window to make my escape.
I leap out of the second story window, and land gently on the balls of my feet on the partial roof below. I hunch down and begin running, but don’t even make it five steps before I hear it.
“Going somewhere?” Temari is standing with her back leaning against the stone side of the building directly behind me on the awning. Her face is cast down, her eyes closed, and there is a sarcastic smirk plastered to her face. Her arms are in front of her, crossed over the top of the massive fan she carries in battle. I swallow hard.
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11. Prisoner