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Hatsu	By : dragonslover1 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1420 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
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Disclaimer: Naruto is the property of Masashi Kishimoto. I am not profiting from this fanfiction.

Hatsu

Chapter Thirteen

Suzaki simply couldn�t believe what was happening. One moment she was describing what it was like to be in love -- she swallowed his name every time it came up -- and the next, an intense fear had washed over her. Impulse told her to leave, to get away from him, before anything could happen. But what was it she was so afraid of? His reply? Any actions on either of their parts?

She couldn�t have answered that question even if a thousand years were devoted to it. Yet she was scared, the fear so strong she had wanted nothing more than to get away from him, to distance herself.

Except, apparently, how much she wanted Gaara himself. One kiss had proved that -- not that she would have argued.

And then she was completely bound to his will, wrapped around his finger. It was a sweet torture, the things he�d done to her. Touching, kissing, licking; he was doing everything right. She was bent to his will, and Gods forgive her, she wanted it.

For a while that fear had been quiet. Until she felt him kiss her inner thigh. A single, shocked instant passed as an image of the forbidden tattoo passed through her mind, and then she�d reacted.

�Don�t!� Hearing her own voice in a shriek had stunned her. Not there, not there, her mind was begging. Don�t see it!

To her complete shock, he wasn�t obeying. Instead, she felt his tongue swath over her skin. Her face flushed, partly in embarrassment, mostly in pleasure. Oh, that felt heavenly. She had no protest when he pushed her skirt up higher so he could cover the entire red kanji.

He didn�t just kiss or lick, either. He sucked on the spot, and she felt his teeth once or twice. The most baffling part was her own inner sensors getting mixed-up. That was her thigh, close though it might be to her center. She knew this. The nerves there agreed with her.

But she was feeling each and every little thing he did -- an inch higher, as though he were doing it to her most intimate place. She bit her lips, though it did nothing to stop her moans and whimpers. At first her hands had been in his hair, but after a while, she had to grip something tighter than that. She settled for the corner of the wall and doorframe, arms above her head.

Pleasuring herself had never, not once, been this intense. Good Lord, why had she been fighting him all this time? She clung to where her hands were gripping the house, hearing her own cries echo through the hall. It was so erotic, hearing those sounds she was making. The sounds he was causing her to make.

�Oh, Gaara!�

She bit her lips harder on that one. How embarrassing; she wished her voice wasn�t so loud just then. She also began wishing she had some insight into this situation -- just being swept along by sensations, not knowing how she might react, was frustrating.

He gave a jerk when she called his name, but otherwise didn�t pause. No, if anything, his ministrations seemed to elevate. She cried out again.

Oh, no. She recognized that feeling, deep in her belly. She could feel her legs starting to tense. She was close to an orgasm. And she�d never live it down, if it happened like this.

�Wait, wait!� she gasped. �That�s too much. Wait!�

It did no good. She glanced down only to see he was watching her, his eyes looking so much more intense with those dark circles. That was when she understood that he wanted her to lose control, that he wanted to be the one that caused it. He wasn�t going to stop, or at least, not until he was satisfied with himself.

But she wasn�t giving up, either. If words weren�t working, then. . .

She tried to push him away with her hands, though granted she wasn�t using much force. At the same time, her whimpers were growing louder, because the pleasure was near overwhelming. She was close, and her attempts to push him away seemed to be having the opposite effect. Then she realized she wasn�t trying to push him away anymore. If anything, her traitorous hands were holding him in place. She might as well have been begging him to continue this entire time.

And then everything exploded. All at once, she felt her legs give out. Her body was being rolled along with waves of ecstasy, her mind numbed to the point where she was aware of nothing else -- beyond her own harsh breathing and erratic heartbeat. It went on and on, this pleasure, lifting slowly as she regained her breath.

�. . .ki?� she heard, faintly.

She blinked, forcing her senses to return.

�Suzaki?�

Her eyes snapped open. Now that she could feel again, she found herself straddling the man she loved. One of her arms was thrown over his shoulder, the other hand merely gripping the opposite one. Her cheek was on that hand, face pressed into his neck. His arms were around her, one trailing fingertips along her back.

She shot up, blushing crimson.

And narrowly missed smacking heads with him, she saw as he jerked back. As she looked now, she could see both desire and self satisfaction on his face -- in his eyes. He was breathing hard, too, though not fast.

Good Lord, Gaara had made her orgasm without ever touching her sensitive parts! And what�s worse, she collapsed on him, and he was patiently waiting for her to recover. Yet neither of those even compared to the fact that she knew -- just knew -- that he�d seen her tattoo.

�Oh, God,� she moaned, covering her face with her hands. Regret was like being thrown, warm, into an ice-cold shower. The shock of it made her dying trembles return.

�Suzaki!�

She shook her head, wishing he would leave and let her wallow. Suddenly her hands were yanked away, his face filling her vision. He was kissing her before she could react. She gave another whimper, though this one was closer to a sob. She wished he would quit that. After what he just did to her, there would never be any doubt about her -- she belonged to him, completely. Head to toe and everything in between.

Of course she�d known this for a long time, but now he did, too.

He seemed to know the difference in her noises, because he broke off the kiss. She was staring at the face of the man she had no defenses against, and she felt miserable for it.

He said, �You were enjoying yourself a moment ago.�

She scoffed. �A moment ago I couldn�t think straight.� She blushed again at the admission. Her eyes sought out her bedroom door with longing. �Let me go.�

�No.�

She turned a glare on him. �Why not? Have something else you want from me?� The words came out brutal, sarcastic, with pain lacing every syllable.

Though he flinched, he replied, �Yes. Everything.�

Well, shit. She leaned into the wall behind her, tilted her head back. She didn�t want to look at him right now, didn�t want him to see her face.

�Suzaki, listen to me, look at me,� he growled. When she didn�t, he pulled on her so she had to. �Listen! I don�t mean to say that I just want you here and now -- I do, but it�s more than that. Don�t look away!� he snapped when she tried to. He held her face in his hands to keep her staring at him. �It�s not just wanting. I need you. I need this -- I can�t let it end here. Do you understand?�

Tears were close to being shed right then. She bit down on her lips to keep from saying anything. And at her continued silence, he gave her a shake. She shook her head in answer.

He seemed to pause, to weigh his options. Then he said, �Come with me. I�ll prove it to you.�

Prove what? Oh, her mind could hope he meant what she thought, her heart could ache for the truth of it. That didn�t make it what he intended. Against her will, her eyes flitted up to his scar, partially hidden behind his hair. Love.

It was too much to hope for, and she told herself so.

But then he started kissing her again and it was so easy to hope. Her resistances faltered, one by one. It didn�t take long before she was willing and pliable all over again, wanting him. Her heart kept giving painful throbs at the worst of moments, reminding her of what she would lose if she went through with this.

You mean, her mind corrected, if you go through with this and he hasn�t proven a thing.

�One chance,� he breathed against her lips. �Will you give me that?�

She shivered. That was answer enough for him. He pulled her with him when he stood, led her down the hall -- all the while plying her lips with his. Following the feelings he incited in her, she hadn�t realized they were in a room until she heard the door shut. Then she was pressed against it and his hands grew bolder.

As if she had anything left to hide.

Her skirt lifted, bunched around her waist. Fingers trailed across the newly found skin there. He sucked on the skin of her neck and shoulder, then doubled back to explore the other side. Her body quivered in response, remembering the way his tongue had assaulted her breasts earlier.

�You have no idea how I�ve fantasized about this,� he murmured.

She gave a jerk. Not because he�d spoken, but because he seemed to be speaking a lot -- for the actions going on, anyway. Not to mention the words were erotic; it gave her shivers. He�d been fantasizing about her. There was no knowledge more worth having.

And she was damn glad he hadn�t listened to her protests. Even if she ended up as a one-night girl, it�d be worth the pain. His hands were skilled. His mouth was addictive. She loved him so much. . .

He drew back and lifted her shirt. Her arms raised to let it slide off, now clearly showing the plain black top she wore underneath it. This top was designed for women, giving support, though not as much as she would get with an actual bra.

That came off too, without hesitation -- on his part. She crossed her arms over her free breasts the moment she could.

�No -- don�t do that,� he told her, pulling her arms free. Then he kissed her and her arms linked around his neck. He ducked his head after a moment, aiming for her breasts.

The assault was incredible. The way he moved from one mound to the other, as if torn between which he wanted more, was making her heart hammer harder than before. She heard herself giving small moans, but couldn�t control them enough to silence them. She had never thought being with him would be like this. She had thought, before, that she would die from pain at the very thought that she might be a one-night girl.

Never would she have expected the opposite to occur; she�d never felt more alive. And she felt certain now -- with electric zings coursing through her at every contact between them -- that she�d never feel this alive again. It didn�t matter so much if this was her only time with him anymore.

She�d still be able to call him her lover.

He dropped down to his knees, kissing at her thighs as he started pulling her boots down. In her mind, it conjured an image of a devout man in worship. It gave her a miniscule amount of control, of thought.

She moaned, �That�s so unfair.�

He glanced up, curiosity in his already-darkened eyes.

�You�re still dressed,� she explained. It was strange that she could say such a bold thing and not feel embarrassed by it. But then, her reactions to him never had made any sense.

Now he looked amused, smiling. He pulled her boots off the rest of the way, then stood up -- hands trailing along her as he went, eyes lingering on her breasts. �You�re right,� he said, quiet.

When his hands grasped the edge of his mesh shirt, she stopped him. Not a chance, her mind snarled. You get to undress me, I get to undress you. She lifted the garment. As soon as she had it off, she noticed how his expression seemed more full of desire.

Clearly he liked that she was taking the initiative. So she went with it, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him. Like this, her breasts were pinned against him, bare skin to bare skin. She gasped at the contact, not expecting it.

Electric shocks were still going through her, reminding her of when she�d aided the rain. Whenever a bolt of lightning hit the ground near her, she could feel shimmers of it. It was mildly thrilling, then. It was much more so now.

He took her mouth roughly, deeply. She recognized the hunger there; it was different from earlier. In fact, he�d only kissed her with this kind of furious passion once before: when she�d trespassed in his room. How ironic that he kissed her again like this while she was in his room a second time.

Granted, this time she�d been invited.

More, her mind begged him. I want more.

Her hands acted without thought to guide them, releasing him to trail down and reach for his waistband. Shockingly, her hands were so bold when she let them do whatever they wanted. She wondered if the rest of her would be as courageous if she let herself go.

He groaned into her mouth when her hands searched for the button or zipper -- how was it held on? -- and met his hard length. He jerked her hard against him, kissed her harder. His own hands grasped her by the rear, holding her so close that there was no mistaking what she was pressed against. She started to tremble -- not in fear, but in desire. God, she wanted this. She never knew her craving for him could be this strong, this potent.

-- This maddening. Why were they still wearing anything?

She was surprised when he suddenly released her and dropped. He pulled her skirt down to her ankles, then her briefs (the only thing she�d consider wearing under a skirt). Before she had a chance to react, his hand cupped her core, his fingers explored. She cried out, nearly knocked off her feet.

This was a lot different than pleasuring herself. She was gasping in seconds, only partially aware that her heart probably shouldn�t be going that fast. It wasn�t healthy.

His unused arm went around her, kept her steady, He pressed his mouth to her hip. And then a finger slipped inside her, causing two abrupt revelations at once. First, good lord she was wet; there was no friction, no resistance. Second, she bucked forward, cried out again. Entrance was something she�d only done once or twice in the past, out of sheer curiosity. It was nothing alike to what Gaara was doing now.

He muffled a groan on her hip. She opened her eyes -- surprised to know she�d closed them -- when he retrieved his finger. From her place, she saw him stick that finger in his mouth. A shudder went through her at the sight, because the sight began bringing up thoughts.

Then he was standing again, pulling her, turning her, holding her, kissing her. Her mind was begging him to take it down a notch; all of this passion at once was overwhelming her. Then her legs hit the bed and she collapsed back, unbalanced. He came with her.

Her hands met with his waistband again and she gave an inner growl of annoyance. Miraculously, she could control them, enough so that she found the zipper and pulled it down. He groaned again, with more force. Then he disappeared from her radar, reminding her that she�d shut her eyes again. It was strange that she couldn�t control that action -- no, more so that she never noticed.

The feelings in her were just too strong to compare to sights.

Most sights, her mind disagreed, remembering the vision of him sucking her juices off his finger. She shivered again in remembrance.

She looked up in time to see his pants were gone. She pushed herself up on impulse, moved to a better position on the bed. He was with her in a second, above her.

He hesitated, though -- something she very much didn�t want to happen. Then he said, �Suzaki -- is this your first time?�

She found it odd that he felt a need to ask. She laughed. �Gaara, I�ve only ever loved you. Why in the world would I let anyone else touch me?�

His eyes seemed to darken. �I had to make sure,� he told her. Then they were touching, body to body, and he was kissing her. Her insides quivered at the thought of what she was about to have.

He shifted, moved her so her arms were around his neck, legs around his waist. �Focus on me,� he coaxed. As if he had to say something; what else would she be thinking about, at a time like this?

She was much more grateful for the order in the following seconds. He entered her -- slow, careful, showing a length of self-control she didn�t know he was capable of. At first there was just the knowledge that he was inside her, and then the pain came. Despite her incredible slickness, it couldn�t prevent the inevitable.

She grimaced. He kissed her as he moved, still holding onto that iron will, keeping it slow. It was lucky for her, being a kunoichi -- she had training against pain, like all the others. Sure, it hurt, but it was nothing she couldn�t handle. It didn�t take long for her to completely ignore it, and before she knew it, the pain was gone.

And then there was just pleasure, bliss, completion. . .and Gaara.
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