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Sand in the Leaves	By : ahmenet Category: Naruto > General Views: 1273 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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His
hands stilled against her sides as hers stilled over his ribs. Gaara
knew he was drunk but not enough to forget his own name. His eyes
opened and he turned to look at her face hidden behind a fall of pink
hair.

“Did
I just say what I think I just said?”

He
didn't have to see her face to know she was horrified at her slip.
He had to admit it was a little disappointing to think she could
forget who she was with. Naruto had been his friend but the
similarities between them had ended in the emotion. Physically they
were two very different men.

“I
can't believe I just said that.”

And
now she was crying. Normally this would be where he thought most men
would get up and leave but this was
his apartment and she was
on top of him and though rather heavy, she was quite warm. He spared
a thought for just how badly this could turn out then considered the
last time he'd had sex. With that in mind he decided he could
overlook a misplaced name, since she had
been drinking, and nudged her cheek with the tip of his nose. The
fall of hair tickled against his skin and he sneezed.

The
slight shake of her shoulders changed and she lifted her head to look
down at him. He wiggled his nose to stop the itch and a smile broke
over her tear stained face.

“That
is so cute.” Her hand on his ribs massaged a moment and the
eye roll he'd started out of annoyance turned to one of pleasure.

“I'm
sorry.” She breathed.

“S
'okay.” He slurred as his eyes closed once again.

Her
hand slid up his ribs, fingering each one on it's way, to brush over
one nipple. He shivered and tried to move his hands over her, but
his arms felt heavy and tense. Her legs spilled to the sides of his
thighs and she sat up, rocking unconsciously against his hips. Every
muscle in his body tightened just a little more and he groaned at the
new pressure.

“Like
that?” Her voice held laughter now instead of tears.

“Uh
huh.” Breathing in and out was about the best he could do at
this point.

He
heard soft grunts and the rustle of clothing while she wiggled around
the expanse of sinewy muscle between his thighs and waist and turned
the comfortable weight of her hips to a vise for his dick. Peeking
with one eye to stare at a bare white abdomen and a small round belly
button, he pondered where her red top had gone. When her hands went
to the waist band of her tight shorts and inched them down a little
while lifting her weight from his hips he groaned with the release of
pressure only to feel a new pressure build. He caught the flash of
pale pink curls and closed his eye again to ponder exactly what it
meant that she was now nude and he was still fully clothed. Her
weight left him completely as he thought this over and with a whimper
of protest he reached out to pull back the warmth she'd taken with
her.

Warm
breath and soft lips brushed his ear as she moved close to him. He
cracked his eyes open to see her kneeling on his floor; her pale
breast resting on the bed next to his arm, nipples teased erect by
the short hairs there. Whimpering again, he leaned in to brush her
lips with his but she dodged his effort and instead, feathered a line
up his temple to his forehead less than a breath from the skin. Wet
heat shifted over the tattoo on the left then moved over the scar on
the right side of his forehead. He shuddered when her moist lips
slid down the opposite side of his face, over his chin and stopped on
his Adams Apple.

“Sit
up.”

The
command was quiet and it took him a moment to registered she'd spoken
to him, what with his mind fogged by frustrated desire. He
considered his choice of internal description and decided 'desire'
was too pretty a word for what he was currently feeling.

“Sit
up. I want to take off your tunic.”

He
slowly blinked his eyes open and turned them down to the woman with
her cheek resting against his throat. Did she just asked him to take
his shirt off? Well, if they were going to have sex he supposed he
needed to...

“What
are you talking about?” She asked. Giving him the oddest look.

“I
wasn't saying anything.”

She
stared at him for another moment then smiled and leaned up to kiss
his chin. He felt his lips tip up in the corners then loosen and his
jaw fall slack as she pulled herself back into the bed to straddle
his hips once again. He licked his lips and tried to raise his arms
toward her breasts but before he could get his limbs to cooperate
she'd leaned over and gripped his shoulders with her hands.

“Up
you go.” She tugged and his body slowly lifted from the bed.

She
slipped her hands under his tunic and guided them over his ribs
again. This time he giggled and writhed from the lighter touch and
threw himself backwards into the bed, taking her with him. She
flopped on top of him with an 'ooph' and a small laugh of her own
then lifted her chin and shook her head.

“Sorry.
Forgot you were ticklish... everywhere.” She tugged on the
hem of his tunic. When he just smiled at her, she lifted her hands
from his shirt and wrapped one around each wrist as she balance on
his chest. “Arms up, big boy.”

He
knew if he were in any kind of control of his body he'd have
protested. He'd only been tied up once and he was trying very hard
not to let the experience of the beating and massacre that followed
enter in here. Even so, he winced as she pressed his wrists into the
pillow above his head and leaned up just a little. When she released
him he let out a long sighing breath, thankful that she wasn't
pinning him even though she was pressed tightly to his chest. Her
hands found his tunic once more and, lifting herself from him, began
pulling it slowly over his ribs and up his chest. With every tug
more bare skin was revealed until the fabric drifted over his face
and she leaned forward to pull it off his raised arms. The action
pressed her breast into his chest and his breath whooshed out in a
moan then picked up speed as her whole body settled more firmly
against his and the tunic drifted softly to the floor.

“Much
better.” She whispered in his hair and pressed her lips to his
neck. They clung with every press to his skin as she moved down the
curve of his throat.

Out
of sheer desperation he managed to move his arms, bringing his elbows
level with his shoulders and letting his arms rest next to his head.
Her soft humming as she slowly slid down his body, dragging her lips
over his collar bone down his chest, tightened his already tense
muscles to the breaking point and made his pants uncomfortably full.
Her breast slid past the waist of his pants and he whimpered at the
brief pressure their weight added to that fullness.

“What
have we here?” Sakura's soft breath blew across the dip of his
belly button and his mouth went dry. “This looks a little
tight.” Her hand brushed a path down his waist then lay softly
over his straining and still sadly covered erection.

His
hips lifted of their own accord and he thanked the Kazekage's and
Hokage's alike that at least this one part of his body was working on
its own. The hand on his trapped dick pressed just a little and his
hips lifted in an effort to increase that pressure. He groaned,
moaned and whimpered all at the same time. How long had it been
since he'd had sex? At this point he was willing to bet years. This
felt so very good.

“Lets
get your sandals off and...” Her hand and breath left him.
One moment she was there and then she was gone. Unacceptable.

“NO!”

A
single delicate hand touched his belly and its fluttering muscles.
It wasn't much but at least he knew she hadn't left.

“What's
wrong?” Her face came into view.

The
moment he saw her his heart rate speed up and a little of the tension
in his body began to seep away. Her breast were slightly whiter than
the skin of her arms and the blushing pink of her nipples was nearly
the same color as her hair. He licked his lips and his fingers
twitched by his head. Good, motor skills were returning. Now if he
could just get his tension weakened muscles to lift his arm he could
catch one of those...

“What's
wrong with your arms?”

He
blinked from her breasts to her face and frowned. “Nothing.”

“But
you just said...”

“I
didn't say anything.” He frowned harder.

She
looked at him for a moment in concentration then a smile broke once
more over her circular face. Her right hand moved to his left arm as
her left slipped into his hair. “Feeling a little weak?”
She lifted his arm at the wrist and pressed his hand to her breast.
It was as soft as it looked.

“So
soft.” His voice barely carried but he saw the curve of her
lips and felt the pause of her hand as it made a downward journey to
the curve of his ear.

“Want
more?” The hand rolled down his neck and chest, stopping to
pluck lightly at the tiny red nipple as she passed. He shuddered and
choked then sucked in a hard breath and squeezed white prints into
the breast in his hand as her hand passed his belly to grip the
erection now losing precious blood flow in his restrictive pants.

“Please...”
He breathed out and groaned as her hand slipped lower between his
legs and rubbed a finger on either side of the seam. “Please,
don't stop!”

She
watched him. Her eyes were more intense than usual but there was
something odd in her gaze. He was trying to get enough air to his
foggy brain to think about it when she opened the drawstring of his
pants and slipped her hand inside to squeeze gently but firmly.

“Oh
fuck...” He choked on the rest of the sentence.

“You
know, I think I like you like this.” She increased the
pressure. “It has possibilities.”

Sakura
released him and watched the muscles of his stomach flutter. His
groan was raspy from all the screaming earlier in the night but the
sound only added to his already unusual speaking voice. Of course,
his eager almost desperate groans and mutterings were only the
beginning of the surprises she'd found tonight. His external
monologue was one of the most interesting. She'd almost pointed it
out to him the second time he'd spoken his thoughts out loud, but the
idea that she might gain some kind of information during all of this
was too great a temptation to give up. And there was the strong,
hard, pulsing cock in her hand. She was pretty sure he was average
in length, but in width... she could barely touch her thumb and
middle finger around it. Swallowing wouldn't be a problem if she
couldn't open her mouth wide enough to get him in. She shivered at
the thought of other places stretching to accommodate. Maybe “big
boy” was a more appropriate title than she'd first thought.
She felt her way down the length of him to softer parts and her own
muscles clench at the low keening sounds he made in response. He was
already drawn tight against his body and she scraped her nails over
the soft, slightly wrinkled skin to feel it quiver and tighten even
more.

“Please...
please... please...”

He
was thinking out loud again. His hand on her breast flexing in time
with her stroking fingers. She stopped and he starting muttering as
he whimpered something about her trying to kill him and wouldn't she
come a little closer. The set of him face told her he was getting
frustrated but the reflective look in his nearly closed eyes told
her he had no idea she could hear anything he said. She could do
anything she wanted and he wouldn't protest. Gaara Sabaku, the
youngest man to hold the position of Kazekage, one of the most
frightening man she'd ever met was lying on his back beneath her and
begging her to not stop touching him. She licked her lips and
shivered again while her hand convulsed and his back arc slightly off
the bed.

“Shit!”

“Did
I hurt you?” She was a little breathless at the sight.

“No...
no.”

She
loosened her grip and stroked lightly. She could have sworn he
started purring.

“Lift
your knee.”

He
looked confused then frightened as she released him and started to
pull her hand away.

“No!
Please don't.”

“Then
lift your knee.”

He
still seemed confused but she felt his leg muscles tense and then his
thigh brush her arm. She released his hand leaving it at her breast
and reached around to unstrap his sandals. The leather gave under
her fingers and, gripping the sole, she pulled
it loose from his foot. Without instruction his other knee lifted
and she repeated the process, the second sandal thudding to the
floor. She felt a twitch in her hand and looked into Gaara's wide,
dilated eyes. His harsh breath shook his pale chest and she took the
moment to really study the body at her disposal.

She
reached her free hand to an exposed hip bone and noted he'd put on
muscle since joining their team. When she'd first seen him shirtless
he'd had the same broad shoulders she glanced up to see now but the
strong lean muscle had barely disguised bone making him look too thin
for his frame. Now the definition was better. He was still small,
almost delicate, but he no longer looked underfed or malnourished.
His chest seemed fuller as it moved up and down with each breath.
The muscles below his sternum lay in soft but no less firm lines, not
cut or chiseled, simply strong and durable. Her eyes dropped,
fascinated, to a small line of rust colored hair starting at the base
of his belly button and disappearing under his waist band. She'd
felt the fine hair with her lips but hadn't paid attention. It was
like a little red arrow pointing straight into his pants.

“Always
follow the signs...,” she muttered.

“What?”
He breathed.

“Oh,
nothing.”

A
small struggle ensued as she removed her hand from his dick and pried
his from her breast. He didn't seem to like the idea of giving
either touch up and actually growled at her when she put a little
chakra into the effort. They ended with one of her hand pressed hard
to the still exposed hip and the other holding his wrists above his
head. There was a moment of panic in his eyes just before she bent
and kissed the tip of his nose. As before, when her hair bushed
against his skin he wiggled his nose and went from fearsome warrior
to adorable young man. She smiled and laughed a little then backed
away as he lifted his head and reached for her lips with his own.

“Kiss
me.” He moaned

“Don't
move your arms.”

She
looked down the length of his body, released his arms and quickly
slid down to the end of the bed while sliding his pants from his
hips. She let her body roll off the side and came to her knees on
the floor next to him. Again, her breast reclined on the side of the
bed as she leaned over him and finished pulling his legs free from
the cloth. Muscles throughout his body jumped and twitched with
every touch of her exploring hands. Galvanized by the desperate
almost tearful cries coming from the now flushed red head she gripped
the legs of the bed and pulled it away from the wall.

Gaara
felt the bed jerk and opened his eyes to find Sakura hoisting herself
from the floor and gripping his knees.

“What
are you...”

He
couldn't finish the sentence after his legs fell to either side of
the bed and she fell between them. He had a moment to process the
look in her eyes before her hands gripped his length and her mouth
opened impossibly wide. The position they were in would have been
absolutely mortifying, with his lower legs dangling over the edges at
the knee and his thighs pushed nearly parallel to his hips along with
her face pressed between, only her mouth was hot and enthusiastic and
he couldn't remember what his last blow job had felt like. He was
fairly certain it had been on a training field fifteen minutes before
Kankuro and Temari had shown up for sparing...

Sakura swallowed him, her throat convulsing around the
tip of him, and his back bowed in response. The near animalistic
roar he released hurt his throat but not badly enough to stop his
panting or the jerk of his arms from the pillow above him to Sakura's
bobbing pink head. A moment later, he realized why she'd spread him
so wide when her tongue whipped around his length then down to the
softer sacks and sucked each one in turn. He knew for a fact no one
had ever done that to him. The sensitive skin tightened
uncomfortably but her hand gripping and sliding up and down his dick
balanced his senses on a tight wire between pleasure and pain. And
while slick sweat and saliva ran down the center of his ass to pool
on the bed beneath, he tried to decide whether the moister on his
cheeks and running down the sides of his face were tears or
perspiration.

And
then she moved again.

“Ah...
Sakura?”

Her
mouth moved up again and began another slow slid from tip to root but
her hand moved through the slick wetness below and into untouched
territory. He tensed at the new invasion, the uncomfortable
sensation of a single finger pressing with slow determination into
his ass curled his toes and tightened his hands in her hair.
Gasping, he shook violently as she raked her teeth lightly over him
and pushed hard on something deep inside then stilled. He tensed.
She flicked, first her tongue then her finger. His toes hit the
floor and his entire lower body arced off the bed, pressing his
shoulders into the mattress.

“SAKURA!”

The
fog cleared from his head when something warm and wet landed on his
midsection. He cracked open his sea green eyes and watched Sakura's
pale hand holding a wash towel and moving over something sticky and
vaguely disgusting...

“Are
you sober now?”

He
blinked his eyes open more fully and looked down the length of his
body to her smiling face. She was still completely nude and from the
fine blush over her chest and cheeks, still very aroused. The fuzzy
haze of sexual release quickly turned to mortification as he realized
he'd come and she hadn't. A blush crept up his cheeks and he turned
his head away.

“Mostly.”

“Good.”
She leaned over him. “Because you're not done.”

His
head snapped back at the soft green-tinted glow in the dark. The
warm tingle of healing chakra ran from his belly and out over his
limbs as she leaned down to his collar bone and nipped with her
teeth. The moment the glow receded one strong slim leg slid over his
dick, making it twitch, to settle on the other side of the mattress,
each leg warmly cradling his hips. She rocked her pelvis once then
twice and felt him swell. Her lips slid over a tiny nipple and
plucked it, tapping lightly with her tongue.

Once
he'd come Sakura knew most of the fog of intoxication would clear and
was glad he recovered quickly instead of falling asleep. She'd taken
the time to clean him up simply for the pleasure of touching him when
he couldn't protest and when he'd woke she'd sent just a little of
the healing chakra to strained and fatigued muscles. After that, it
was simply a matter of arousing him once more. A task that was
proving very, very simple.

“Just
a little more.” she breathed.

Her
hips made a smooth slide up to his waist then slipped back down
slowly. He felt something hot and slick make contact with his tip
then slip away but his frustration. Maybe the angle was wrong.
Maybe he was a little bigger than she was accustom to. He'd kill her
if she was having second thoughts. She made the same sliding move
and when he felt the wet heat moved more fully over the tip he sighed
in relief only gasp and groan in denial as she retreated again.

“Why?”
He whined much to his dismay.

Her
chuckle was throaty as she moved slowly up to pause as his waist.
The heat of her breath moved from his ear down his jawline then up to
his lips. When he strained forward to kiss her she moved to the
corner of his mouth and pressed her lips to the skin of his lower
cheek.

“Why
not?”

She
started to slide again and his hands shook while he lifted them to
her hips. As with before, this time more of him slipped into her and
his body gave an involuntary shiver... until she started pulling away
again. Unacceptable. Absolutely Unacceptable!

“Like
hell.” He growled and gripped her hips.

One
moment she was teasing Gaara to the point of frustration and the next
she was on her back. She opened her mouth to make a comment but
before she could he pressed her down into the mattress and shoved
himself inside of her.

She
came a second later.

Shaking
in the aftermath of what may not have been the best but was certainly
one of the most explosive orgasms of her life she gripped the sheets
in preparation for the pounding she was sure to take for her high
handedness. But it wasn't coming. In fact, Gaara was poised
perfectly still over her. His elbows dented the mattress on either
side of her shoulders and his head rested in the crook of her neck,
dripping sweat into her hair but he wasn't moving. In that moment
she could imagine his skin was golden and his hair was sunflower
yellow. That his voice was rough but gentle and his cheeky grin
could empower a people to thrive just to make him happy. She closed
her eyes and ignored his longer hair as she wrapped her arms around
his neck and breathed him in. The scent of dry air and summer sun
she was so familiar with drifted through her nose and over her
tongue. The full, stretched feeling between her thighs only added to
the comfort and familiarity. When she sighed into his skin the
tension ran out of him and he started to move, slowly at first then
picking up the pace. His jerky movements smoothed out as she
stretched to fit him and sweat provided a smooth channel for their
bodies. Sakura lifted her legs and wrapped her ankles around his
waist, pulling him closer and deeper. His movement shuddered a
little before he whipped one arm beneath her left knee and pulled it
nearly up to her shoulder.

“Yes!
Baby that's good!”

Gaara
let slip a nearly voiceless laugh and shifted his weight to turn his
head and look at her. Her eyes were closed and her lips parted,
sighing and huffing softly with each flex of his hips. He slowed his
pace and took the time to simply watch her breath while her face
moved fluidly from one expression to the next. She looked peaceful.
Enraptured.

“Is
this good?”

Her
face changed immediately. One moment she seemed so happy to be right
where she was then her almost smile began to fall. Her eyes squeezed
tight and little wrinkles formed on her forehead. Thinking he'd hurt
her, he slowed his pace to a near stop.

“Sakura...”

“Don't
talk.”

He
stilled completely. A tear escaped her tightly shut eyes and her
body shuddered just a little with the effort not to cry.

“I'm
sorry.” she choked.

Her
breath shook with each inhalation but it didn't make him feel any
better. A slow boil started in his stomach where he felt his heart
drop. Anger washed up to the empty space and made his limbs shake.
He told himself it didn't matter that she didn't see him. It didn't
matter that she wanted him to be someone else. It didn't matter she
was using him. He was using her. He would use her.

She
started to make a soothing motion with her hand. He felt the simple
caress start at his shoulder and move just a little down his arm.
His breath hitched and he shrugged off the touch to bury his face in
the curve of her neck and shoulder. He took a deep breath and tasted
cherry blossoms on the back of his tongue. Her hand at the base of
his neck fisted and shook.

“I
didn't mean to...”

He
slammed into her in one violent thrust.

Sakura
screamed and gripped Gaara's hair. Eyes still closed she let the
pain of what she'd just done wash over and out of her and as he began
to pound into her with a ferocity she'd not seen since his fight with
Neji, she let herself forget where she was and who she was with.
She'd hurt him and he'd still given her the illusion she'd asked for.
She swore she'd make it up to him then screamed again and forgot he
was there at all.

Gaara
put all of his anger, frustration and hurt into every thrust until
his back and thighs burned with the
constant pounding motion. Each time she screamed Naruto's name he
told himself it didn't matter. She was just like any other whore or
fangirl he'd ever touched. Just another woman who'd been paid or
viewed him as a curiosity. He wouldn't think about facing her the
next day. Right now she wasn't his team mate or his friend. And he
wasn't hurt that he hadn't been enough. He wasn't ashamed of
thinking she might have liked being with him.

“Ah,ah,ah,ah....
YES!”

He
squinted his eyes and bit the inside of the cheek until he tasted
blood. No matter how angry or hurt he was his body demanded release.

His
rhythm began to falter as Sakura teetered on the edge of orgasm. Her
arms gripped tightly to the warm body above her.

“Please!
Naruto!”

She
still couldn't catch her breath when Naruto rolled off of her and the
bed seemed to get smaller. She shuddered at the cold and shifted
away from wet spots scattered beneath her. How something so
wonderful could be so messy just amazed her, but Naruto always
loved... her eyes flew open and she groaned. Not from pain. No,
pain she would have welcome. She could handle a broken nose or black
eye. Hell, she'd take a stab wound. But she wasn't the one hurt.
She looked over at Gaara, his back to her, and winced at the
scratches and bruises marring his white skin. In that last moment
when they'd both come so hard she'd thought she might pass out, he
still hadn't made a sound. Not one word had left his lips as she'd
bruised and bloodied him and called for a man who'd been his friend.

He
knew she was awake but he couldn't find it in him to look at her or
to tell her it was alright. He didn't want to see the look of
disappointment in her eyes now that she couldn't pretend he was
someone else. A light touch on his back made him stiffen. Her hands
were surprisingly cool after all that heat. He shook his head as his
thoughts trailed to the look of hunger he'd seen on her face while
she'd touched him for the first time. He didn't want to think about
it.

“Gaara,
I...”

Her
fingers left him only to be replaced by her lips. The kiss was light
on the back of his neck but much warmer than her hand had been. Her
breath skated over his shoulder and he felt her weight press the
mattress down. She was leaning up on her elbow, trying to look
beyond his arm to his face. He turned his nose into the mattress.

“Thank
you and I'm sorry. For what it's worth, I didn't mean for this to
happen. I didn't mean for any of this to happen.”

He
didn't say anything as she looked down on him. He didn't know what
to say to that. Of course, neither of them had meant for this to
happen but... the bed shifted and her weight and heat disappeared
followed by the rustling of clothing. He rolled to his back and
watched as she rooted around in the dark for her clothes.

“What
are you doing?”

She
looked up in the minimal light and watched him. He just blinked at
her.

“I'm
getting dressed. I thought...”

“Get
back in the bed.”

It
was her turn to blink. They stared at one another. Two very large
sets of brightly colored eyes standing out in the dark. Then she
sighed and reached down for her panties.

“It
would be better if I just go. Your neighbors don't like me already.
This isn't going to make it better. They probably heard the whole
thing.”

There
was another moment of silence as she turned her back and searched the
room for her forehead protector.

“You
came here to look after me, right?”

She
turned around to look at him. His eyes quickly shifted up so she was
sure he'd been staring at her ass... but that was beside the point.

“Yeah.”
She gave a half smile.

“You're
not done.”

He
stated it simply but his lips tipped just a little at the edges. She
smiled a little wider at the fact he'd remembered what she'd said.
And though his eyes were still cloudy and she knew he was still drunk
she was pretty sure he'd remember everything they did tonight.

“I
wouldn't ask if I didn't want it.” He rolled to his side with
one arm behind his head and one hand under his cheek.

She
wondered if he knew just how innocently sexy he looked when he did
simple things like this. Probably not or he wouldn't do them. Gaara
pulled the hand from under his cheek and held it out to her.

“Come
back to bed.”

The
sky was graying when Gaara opened his eyes and stared into a sea of
pink hair. His arm was draped around Sakura's waist holding her
tight to his front and he brushed her hip as he pulled away. Once
she'd climbed back into bed they'd indulged one more time. She'd
called his name but he knew it was only for his sake. He didn't
care. They'd both gotten what they wanted. Some of it had hurt but
it wasn't enough to disrupt their team or kill a friendship. He
understood now why his brother had never had another serious
relationship after his young medic. It was cruel to the one you were
with if you couldn't put them first in your mind much less your
heart.

He
climbed soundlessly from the bed and got dress, ignoring his
headache. He'd go and speak with the widows then take a much needed
walk. When he got back she'd be gone as if nothing had happened.
And if the bed was a little cold tonight he'd just put on another
blanket.
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