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Shogi Anyone?	By : Shortcake Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 13931 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: This short chapter is a sweet lemon. More plot coming soon.

Dinner was blessedly anticlimactic. Sakura had been the one to extinguish the only glimmer of fire from the council. All attended with their spouses after the tumultuous meeting that afternoon. A gray headed man with a long nose sat across the table from Sakura. In the middle of the main course he asked her to explain Gaara’s prognosis. Sakura had looked him dead in the eye explaining that she did not discuss medical matters with anyone other than the patient without the patient’s written consent. No one else bothered to test her after that.
Gaara and Sakura spent the chilly December evening hibernating beneath a blanket on Gaara’s couch. Sakura reviewed a medical journal while he was reading a history of the Land of Grass. It still amazed him to see her content to simply be with him. The comfortable silence nourished his soul.
Gaara laid his book aside, choosing to watch her read. Her soft pink hair had started the day in a crisp pony tail. Now it was in a messy bun held together by a pencil. She’d given up her professional attire for one of his long-sleeved t-shirts and roomy sweat pants. The oversized clothes dwarfed her petite frame. Facial expressions broadcast her emotions as she read, her lips moving slightly as if she were silently reading aloud. Delicate fingers respected the fragile pages, preserving the periodical as a precious gem of learning. From time to time, her right hand dropped to the journal on the table beside her writing a note or sketching anatomical details. All the while bright green eyes focused on the task of devouring every crumb of knowledge in her path. She finally felt his eyes, emerging from the world of her mind long enough to turn her head to the side, catching his gaze.
“What’s wrong, Gaara?” she asked simply.
The right corner of his mouth lifted in a wry smile, “Nothing is wrong. You are beautiful, darling. Absolutely beautiful.”
Sakura chortled, her eyes rolling in disbelief. “Gaara, please. My hair’s a mess and I’m wearing baggy old sweat pants Naruto outgrew. I am not beautiful.”
Gaara closed in on her in an instant, strong arms wrapping around her waist, his face a few inches from hers. “I must insist you take that back, darling. You are the most beautiful woman on the planet. You could wear anything or nothing at all. Personally, I prefer nothing at all.” His hands found their way under her shirt, caressing her torso with the hint of pulling the shirt off.
Sakura sank down into the couch cushions coyly, “But, Gaara, it’s so cold. How will I stay warm without any clothes?”
His voice was deep and dark as a rich velvet, “I’ll cover you, darling. I know delightful ways to keep you warm.” He liberated her lithe torso from the shirt, capturing her lips with his own in a passionate kiss as he drew the blanket over their heads. His hands knew her body well. They worked their way down to her hips, easily tugging down the sweat pants and underwear, leaving the kunoichi naked beneath him.
They finally broke the kiss to breathe, the naked woman asking in all sincerity, “Gaara, do you always get your way?” her voice light with the heady drug of arousal.
Gaara looked down on her flushed face lit only by the small bits of light peeking beneath the edges of the blanket. So. Damn. Beautiful. “Yes, Sakura. Especially where you are involved.” The pads of his thumbs brushed across her erect nipples for emphasis, earning him a gasp from his pink haired kunoichi. His lips took hers in another kiss, their tongues dancing erotically.
Sakura forced her senses to awareness, no easy task when she was naked beneath her lover. His heart rate and blood pressure were normal enough for a man in his state of arousal. She felt safe to continue. She came away for air, the heaving of her chest accenting her bare breasts as they bobbed freely. “I just can’t say ‘no’ to you.” Her sultry voice purred.
Gaara smiled, disrobing quickly as they stayed in the blanket’s cocoon. “I know” he triumphed with some arrogance. He adjusted her position beneath him, a hand slipping between her toned thighs. His fingers found her luscious pink curls wet with arousal, a soft mewl uttered in greeting as he slowly probed her folds. This was more than just sex. Tonight, he would make love to her; he’d show her with his body the things words could never say.
Her hands wrapped around his waist feeling the rippling muscles just beneath the surface of the strong shinobi’s skin. Her legs parted more of their own volition as she yearned for the connection of their flesh. She was his body, heart and soul. “Gaara… I love you.”
Her soft voice resonated in his ears an unchained melody. “And I love you, darling.” His turquoise eyes held her bright green ones in an ardent gaze. He looked over the spectacular scene beneath him, dazzled by the refined grace of her naked form. He knew she felt inadequate, but to him she was the epitome of perfection – round pert breasts, soft skin over toned muscles, long lean legs, exotic pink hair.
Gaara took her. His lips seized her soft pink mouth as his long hard cock penetrated her womanhood. As she arched her back into him, his arm slid beneath her waist, his hand clasping her shoulder from behind to steady her and hold his weight. The other hand cupped her breast, teasing at the nipple as his hips set to work between trembling thighs.
Sakura moaned with pleasure savoring the feel of his manhood in her body. He stretched her, setting her loins ablaze with desire as his tongue plundered her mouth in tandem with the thrusts of his hips. Her back arched, rocking her hips to meet his as the delicious friction of their coupling fueled the growing fires of passion.
He released her mouth with a guttural moan as her tight walls rippled responsively. As the pace quickened, he leaned his forehead against hers, the pleasured flush of her face and closed eyes revealing the imminent climax. “Cum for me, darling.” He purred in her ear.
Sakura fell apart in ecstasy. Every muscle tensed with the power of her release. She couldn’t breathe as a primal moan emanated from within as a surge of nectar spread over her lover and down her thighs.
The feel of her already tight walls clamping down on him sent Gaara over the edge as well. He groaned as hot white streams of his seed filled her. They shared indescribable pleasure for the moment, the flesh of two indistinguishable as one.
As the aftershocks finally abated, the lovers remained joined in their own small world created by the cover of the blanket above and the comfortable couch below them. Gaara planted slow soft kisses all over her face as he held her body still, as if to stay inside her forever. He longed to be with her always.
Gaara was still inside her when the tears came. Sakura wept, her shoulders quaking whit each sob. She buried her face in his chest as strong arms held her tight. He shifted to the side, holding Sakura securely between his body and the back of the couch. “Shhh… Darling, it’s alright… I’m here… I love you… Shh…” He comforted her, gently stroking her arm and side as his kunoichi slowly came to rest.
Her body spent and very relaxed, Sakura made one last sweep of her lover’s vital signs, grateful for their stability. Her face still buried in his muscular chest muffled her already quiet voice, yet his keen ears heard every word and connotation, “Gaara… please live. Don’t leave us now.”
Gaara squeezed her tight, nearly forcing the air from her lungs with his hold. “I will live Sakura. I promise.” A long moment later, he released her. The sand user stood up, scooping the tired woman into his arms, he carried her the few steps to his bed. They snuggled beneath the covers, caressing each other in post coital bliss. “After all, I have to meet our son.” He assured her.
Sakura smiled, “What is it with you? And Kankuro too. What makes you so certain it’s a boy?” She played idly with a lock of his red hair.
Gaara ran his own fingers through her pink tresses as he answered, “Isn’t it obvious? Only a boy would cause this much trouble. If it were a girl, everything would be easy.”
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