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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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15. Lovers
With Temari’s help, I look beautiful again. My skin is clean, and she found an oil to help massage into it to stop the progress of the peeling – at least for a little while. It also had the added benefit of making the rough edges blend beautifully into the fading color of the healing skin. My hair is clean and smooth again. She loves how long I keep it, and begged me until I agreed to let her put it up into braids. She had mockingly declared that she’d never allow herself to look so girly, but I know better. She just wouldn’t do so… in public. It would ruin her tomboy image.
After that, Temari left to head into town and buy me new clothes. I started to object, but she rubbed in my face that I was still wearing her own. Finally, I agreed and waited – bored out of my mind – for her to return from her self-declared mission. When she returned, I was flabbergasted at the sheer quantity of bags she held.
“Don’t worry,” she states with a smirk, “I told the store clerk that I had to work on disguises for an upcoming B-rank mission. He had the nerve to tell me they wouldn’t look good on me! Can you believe that? Idiot.”
She yanks free a black and rose colored short dress. It has a rose sash that ties around the waist to emphasize the cut of the bust and hips. The silky texture is wonderful against my skin. It is absolutely beautiful. After a lot of prodding, she manages to get me into it. I turn around in a circle, so she can see how it fits. She purses her lips in thought, her narrowed eyes making me nervous of her evaluation. After a moment, she huffs and walks abruptly out of the room. She comes back in a few minutes later dragging Kankuro by his ear.
“Ow…” he complains. “What the hell do you want Temari?”
She spins him around to face me, and I see his jaw go slightly slack.
Temari, you’re brilliant! I cheer at her mentally. I beam at him, and twirl slightly. “Kankuro, I need a guy’s honest opinion. What do you think of my new dress?”
His mind seems to be stuck. He squeezes his eyes tightly shut. Don’t gawk at your brother’s woman. He chants to himself. Don’t gawk at Gaara’s woman. He’ll kill you… He’ll crush you into bloody ooze…He’ll… Oh screw it. He mentally gives up and looks at me again. He stands straighter crossing his arms over his chest, and appraises me seriously now.
“Well,” he states in a cocky voice. He doesn’t even try to hide the devilish grin spreading across his face, making his face paint look more severe. “Since I’m the only guy around, I guess that means I have no choice. Hmmm…” He lets his gaze drift down my body, and his appreciation nearly makes me blush. “Nice color. Really makes your eyes look hot. I like your hair too – ‘cause I can see your neck with it pulled back like that. It fits great – really shows off your breasts. Although to be honest, it would kill if it were just a little shorter. It’d make a guy like me think about your ass a lot more… of course that may also get a guy killed if Gaara saw them gawking at you like an idiot.” Temari slaps him lightly over the back of the head. “Hey! You said you wanted my honest opinion. Don’t hit me, damnit!” He storms out in an aggravated huff.
Temari looks across and winks at me.
“Well, it definitely works,” I agree with her.
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Gaara came home late that night. So late in fact, that Temari, Kankuro and I had already given up on him and eaten dinner ourselves. It was nice getting to spend time with them – when they actually knew I was there. They fell into their normal verbal sparring, and I just sat silently and listened – smiling to myself at their additional mental sparring. They definitely keep each other sharp.
He walks in looking slightly weary, and I immediately feel bad. He was up later than I was, and had to work on top of it. I had simply been pampered all day. He drops the gourd he keeps his chakra infused sand in by the front door, and I stand up to greet him properly.
“Hi,” I whisper next to his ear, as I slide my arms around him in a hug from behind. He stiffens for just a moment, and then seems to relax as he turns to face me.
When he looks into my eyes, he has once again turned into the Gaara I know. His face is carefully blank, but not closed. He steps back from me, and I feel his eyes slowly appraise my outfit. He then glances at the braids in my hair, and down to my mouth briefly.
“Do you feel better?” he asks cautiously.
I feel my spirits fall just slightly at the coolness of his response. Then I chide myself. Gaara won’t simply drool the way Kankuro does. “Yes, Temari helped me clean and heal my skin today. I feel much better. I also got lots of rest – since I had nothing to do all day. I’m sorry you had to work so late.”
“Don’t be,” he says in his low distant voice. “I worked late on purpose. Things needed to be done.”
“About time!” Kankuro shouts from the kitchen. “Were you really going to leave me here by myself with these devils all night? They’re trying to get me maimed.” Gaara looks as if he wants to roll his eyes, but doesn’t – instead glancing at me from the corner of his eye. I try my hardest to look innocent, and he turns to stare at me more directly.
“Are you hungry?” Temari shouts, “I saved you some dinner.”
“No.” he replies coolly, and heads for the stairs. “I am tired.” He turns to look at me, as if waiting. “You will join me?”
Oh, right. “Hey Temari, I’m gonna head up too, so I know where I should put all my stuff. Have a good night.”
“Good niiiight…,” she calls in a playful tone.
I follow Gaara up the stairs and into his room. I proceed inside it as he turns to shut the door. “Look, I don’t know if you want me staying in here, or…”
Gaara pulls me roughly against his body, capturing my mouth with his own. There is a wildness radiating from him that I hadn’t even sensed downstairs. He slides his hands all over my body, against the soft silk of my dress. He plunges his tongue possessively into my mouth, spinning me so my back is against the wall, and presses his arousal urgently against my belly. He starts kissing his way down my neck, and then bites into the soft flesh just above my shoulder. A soft cry escapes my lips at the wonderful sensation.
He pulls back suddenly, to look into my eyes; his breathing as ragged as my own. He is worried.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks earnestly, and I can’t help the giggle that falls from my lips. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do with this feeling. My body… aches.”
“No, Gaara,” I say a little breathless, “That felt amazing. Kiss me again, please.”
He kisses me feverishly until I have to pull back for air.
“Your dress is beautiful,” he says, trailing suckling kisses down my neck. “I’ve thought of nothing but your body all day. I want to see you again – like I did that first night on the roof. I want to touch you with my hands, instead of sand.”
I grab his wrists, and urge him back from me. A worried expression comes over his face again. I smile seductively at him, to soothe him, and walk over to stand in front of the foot of his bed. From here, the moonlight will spill over my body from the window beside me. My heart flutters wildly in my chest, but his growing look of need makes me bold. I reach up and unfasten the back of my dress, letting it slide slowly down my body to pool at my feet. Beneath it, I wear nothing but a pair of small black lace panties.
His eyes grow wide, and then narrow as a greedy smile spreads across his face. He approaches me slowly, with the grace of a predator. My knees begin to feel weak, and I begin to worry that they may drop me. I decide to slowly slide back across the bed, and relax into its softness as he continues moving towards me. As he reaches the edge of the bed, he crawls over me, staring down boldly as if memorizing my body. I can’t help but blush under his heated gaze. I realize he is taking note of the small scars on my skin, and he kisses a couple of them tenderly.
He raises his hand to touch me softly on the cheek – something he already knows brings me pleasure. Instead of trailing it down my arm, he continues his movement down my body caressing my collar bone, and then my breast. My breath catches as he reaches its peak, and he glances up into my eyes to evaluate my response – the way I instructed him before. Beneath the raging desire I see in his jade eyes, I see curiosity flare. He grasps my breast more firmly, measuring the weight and softness of it in his hand. I can feel my eyes roll back into my head.
He plants a soft kiss on my nipple, and a small moan escapes my lips with a smile. He then sucks it firmly into the depth of his mouth, and rolls his tongue across it playfully.   I moan at the wave of pleasure that pours through my veins like a drug, and arch my body up against him. I am frustrated by the feeling of his shirt against me instead of his skin. I want him naked with me, but he’s torturing my breast with pleasure. I reach down to find the hem of his shirt, and yank it roughly out of the way. I slide my hands along his belly and up until I reach his nipple, and then tease it with my fingers. A low groan escapes his throat from against my breast, and he jerks upright and away from me long enough to remove the wretched piece of clothing.
When he returns to me, he settles his weight against me. I part my legs, and he settles his arousal between them. I revel in the sensation of his skin against mine, and squirm with delight. He responds by rubbing his firm length against the heat between my legs, and I am frustrated again by the clothing that separates us. He kisses my mouth again roughly, and I entangle my hands in his hair trying to pull myself even closer. I can feel a tightness starting to build in my belly, and I crave more.
He begins to kiss his way boldly down the length of my body again, pausing at my neglected breast to sweetly torture it. My grip on his hair holds him in place, and his grip on my hip holds me firm against the mattress. I can feel his curiosity building again. He moves lower, licking and kissing down the planes of my belly. He kisses the inside of my hip, and I bite back a squeal. He gazes down at the lace panties I am still wearing, and I can feel the impatience roll off of him in a wave. He simply tears it off, and casts it carelessly onto the floor.
I blush again and I see him, gazing down at my now fully naked form. He slowly, cautiously reaches his hand up to the wet heat between my legs and presses lightly with his fingers. I feel electricity shoot from where his fingers touch me to the farthest parts of my limbs, and I arch back off the bed. His greedy smile is back. He keeps his eyes locked on mine, and slowly slides one finger into the depths of my body. I can feel my muscles tighten down on the invasion, and I shudder with delight.
“Oh Gaara,” I beg. “Don’t torture me. I need you.”
I boldly reach down, and grip his arousal through the front of his pants. His entire body goes rigid, and he breathes out roughly from between his teeth. In one fluid movement, he stands and sheds his remaining clothes. He returns to me, settling his weight fully between my legs, and I wrap my arms around his neck to grip behind his head. He cautiously slides his erection against my wet heat, and I once again feel him go rigid from the sensation.
He begins to kiss me roughly again, and starts little by little, easing himself into the tight grip of my sex. His face is no longer focused, but lost. He is reveling in the sensation. After a moment, I begin to feel pain – blinding unlike anything I’ve felt before – screaming through my belly. Oh God… please be quick. I’m afraid of worrying him, afraid that – God – he’ll stop. In a desperate move, I throw my legs behind his back and kick down plunging him fully into the depth of my body, and shattering my innocence. The pain is blinding, and I cannot help the cry of pain that escapes me, even as I bite my lip to lessen its volume. I can feel tears spring to my eyes, and stream down my face.
He is frozen above me, head down, and gasping for air desperately. I can feel shudders running the full length of his body, as my muscles work to accommodate him for the first time.   After several long moments of being locked together in this way, he looks up to meet my eyes. He is shocked to see the tears streaming from them, and begins to pull away.
“No!” I cry out softly. I dig my nails into the flesh of his strong arms, begging him not to move. He looks almost frightened, unsure of what is wrong. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” I breathe in roughly as the pain begins to subside. “It is always painful the first time. You didn’t do anything wrong. Please… please kiss me again. It will help.”
He looks more unsure than ever, but desperately wants to remove the pain from my face. He leans down, and kisses me so tenderly that a few more tears leak from my eyes. His kisses slowly begin to burn with more passion. I can feel my desire building again. He strokes my hair, my sides, my breasts with his free hand. The pain is being replaced with heat, and need. I want him to move again. “Oh Gaara…” I moan, and I grip his hair again, arching my body against him. “Move. Please move with me.”
He begins to pull out slowly, and I hear his breath hiss through his teeth again as his muscles strain. I counter his movement by using my legs again to press him deeper. He retreats, and I draw him back, over and over again. He is trying so hard to be careful, but slowly his face becomes lost again. He starts driving into me deeply to a rhythm that only he can hear. The pleasure is so intense I can barely think. My belly is tightening again, and the fire burns brighter. My muscles are pulled so tight now, that I feel as if I will break. I’m being driven to a peak I don’t know my way back from.
And suddenly, I’m falling. Pleasure is tearing through me with a violence I could never have imagined, as my body tightens impossibly further on him. The sensation suffuses every tissue, every muscle. I cry out, and then collapse beneath him. He continues to thrust, his head thrown back as a loud moan escapes his throat. He arcs forward over me again, shuddering strongly as I feel warmth spread through my belly. After a moment, his shuddering slows and he collapses on top of me, slightly to one side. His face is buried in the pillows.
He lies still for a long time, and I simply revel in the numb tingling sensation running through my body. I begin to stroke the back of his head, running my fingers through his hair. “Gaara?” He mumbles something into the pillows. “What baby?” I’m slightly worried he’s going to suffocate himself.
He rolls his head to face me, and his face looks so peaceful I have to fight back tears again. “Did I die?” he asks with a low chuckle.
Gaara is joking? I am shocked, and giggle with delight.
“No baby,” I croon, “no one dies tonight. Besides, you’re never allowed to die. This has just become your new job.”
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15. Lovers