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When Cherry Blossoms Fall	By : inuyoukai8 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 5805 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Sakura sighed and wiped sweat from her brow. How she hated Suna! Too dry, too hot, well too brown. She missed the leaves of the forests that wrapped around Konoha. Around home. She missed that dame earthy scent that clung to the grass and the trees. Hell, she just missed home. And right now she wanted to be there more than anything. Damned hard headed Kazekage!
She whirled to face the pale man, her anger barely in check. They had been arguing of nearly twenty minutes about his need to take it easy since he was no longer a vessel. “Your body needs time to adapt!” she shouted, throwing her research packet against his broad chest in a fit of anger. Sakura would later reflect on what had made her do such a thing. But just then she hadn’t the time. Gaara had moved fast as lightning, pinning her between his body and her wide desk. Her green eyes snapped wide as she recalled his legendary temper.
Gaara purposely crowded her space, brought them nose to nose, papers slowly floating to the floor around them. “I am adapting quite well… Sakura.” And his voice, that deep, soft voice made the blood rush to all the wrong places. Then the quiet Kage did something she couldn’t imagine. He locked his lips to hers in a bruising kiss. Sakura’s hand came between them at first to push him away but when he nipped her lower lip, making her gasp, and his tongue tapped against her own… well she found herself clutching to him instead. His kiss gentled then, just barely, as he tasted her with a need that bordered on ferocious. His hand slid into her rose colored curls, yanking her head back so that he could nip and lick along the underside of her chin and down the pale column of her throat.
“Ah… G…Gaara!” she panted as he worried that tender area of her neck that he had eyed so many times. “The only words I wish to hear are words of need.” he told her, as his hand slid up to cup her breast through her clothing, “And I know Sakura, I know you want me too.” He pulled back long enough to meet her eyes fully, “Deny it. Deny me.” And she couldn’t. Every argument, every sparring match had brought them closer and closer to single point and this, she realized, was it. Besides, the Kazekage was an incredibly sexy man. Her hands fisted in his hair and she dragged him back down for a deep, dueling kiss. Gaara moaned at the blatant need he tasted.
Catching her waist in his hands, he lifted her to sit on her desk. Leaning over her, tearing her top open to reveal candy tipped breasts to his eyes. His mouth was hot and his canine teeth just a bit sharper than an average human. But his tongue was curling over those peaks and she was clutching his head like a lifeline. When he suckled her, it sent white hot pangs flooding through her system. She dimly became aware of his fingers working at her bottoms and then he was there, pushing his fingers inside, groaning at the hot wetness he had found there. Sakura threw her head back, keening as he pumped her towards that blazing spot on the horizon. Her hand found its way inside his robes to tease against his back and he moaned and shuddered. She dragged her nails over his shoulders and his head dropped to the crook of her neck.
“Sss. Sakura.” She pushed him off of her, then tore at his clothing, needing to touch as much as she was touched. Gaara caught her to him when she flew at his robes. His strong arms banding around her, his mouth devouring hers even as he tried to help her get his damnable clothing off. When the final article fell to the polished floor she stopped and took a shaky breath. “Your skin…..its….so perfect”. Of course it was, Shukaku had kept a barrier of sand up all the time. It has felt like flesh but it hadn’t been his flesh. Not really. She blinked up at him, “Have you? Has anyone…..touched you?” He smirked knowing what she meant, “I have been with no one since the incident. I find that I am extremely sensitive.” He admitted. The pink haired woman before him smiled wickedly.
Stepping from his embrace to move around him in slow circles, soft fingertips brushing here and there. She played in hollows and skittered across hard muscle. The Kage kept his eyes tightly shut, allowing her to learn his body as she pleased. When she nipped him just above his left nipple, he gave a soft hiss and his larger hands tangled in her hair. Sakura had never felt so powerful. This, was new to him. The first time he would have body to body contact with another. Her lips blossomed over the hard nub she’d recently bitten. Her tongue teasing as she slowly sank to her knees. Gaara’s eyes snapped open to meet her misty green gaze. “Sa….Sakura.” She stroked her hand over the length of him, seeing his eyes widen at the sheer amount of sensation he had missed.
She cuddled him against the softness of her heated cheek, those eyes of hers remaining on his as she carefully angled her head to lap at the purple hued head of his erection. He was long and thick, and like the rest of him, his skin was perfectly smooth and terribly soft. His voice escaped him in a strangled moan, that made her hot and damp. She hummed softly to herself as she began to take him in. Gaara’s hands tightened in her hair as she began to move her mouth on him. The wet suction, the velvet drag of her tongue across the underside of his heat. When his hips reflexively pumped she clutched his thighs and moaned around him. She left just the barest hint of chakra play on the tip of her tongue. Aqua eyes snapped wide, “Oh gods, Sakura…” he panted. It took mere seconds for her to reach between them and gently tug his testicles.
He ground his teeth as she denied him that release. He tore away from her and reaching down, he swung her onto the desk, burying his face against her drenched folds. His arm along with hers swiping everything from the desk. She was barely aware of the sound of files and pens hitting the floor. She yelped as he brought her painfully close but never allowed her release. Once, twice, three times, until her body was a painful fevered mass. His lips closing over her pearl as he sucked hard. She bucked against him, but he held her hips in a vise like grip. “Gaara!” she whimpered. He lifted his head to slam his mouth to hers, Sakura moaned at her taste on his tongue. She felt his hands push her thigh apart wider and then he stepped so close that she could feel the heavy heat of him brushing against her opening. She arched, she tried to pull him closer with her legs but he would not allow it. He pinned her arms above her head to the desk and slowly pressed inside of her. So slowly that it brought tears to her eyes. “Ahhh, Gaara…. Please!”
He panted against her breasts, “You shall have all you want and then some” he fervently promised, then he angled his hips and slammed into her. Her head fell back and her back arched as his hips rolled against hers. He pulled her close on the smooth table and began to thrust in earnest. She moaned, mewled and cried out for him, making him feel all powerful. “Let my hands…..g…go” she begged, “I want…to …touch you.” Gaara slowly let her go and groaned, thrusting a little harder when her hands wandered down to the pert cheeks of his backside, her nails lightly scoring. He lapped at her lower lip, demanding entrance, which she gave. Tongues danced, breath mingled, lips brushed and through it all was the heat. The heat around them, the heat within them. Sakura was growing closer and closer when he pulled out of her, flipping her to her stomach. “Grab the desk Sakura” he commanded. She had barely done so when he slammed into her again.
Had she not been holding onto the desk she had few doubts that she would have hit the floor like all her files had earlier. His hands wrapped around her thighs to keep her from moving forward and he slammed into her, slowly withdrawing to just his tip and then slamming in again. Sakura closed her eyes in bliss at the two sensations. She felt him lean lower over her back and arched her backside up into him, he growled, the sound far less human than would have been expected. One of his hands stole up to form a V on either side of her pearl. With every thrust she received direct stimulation and it wasn’t long before she clamped down hard on his length, crying his name. Gaara was too close, he shut his eyes tightly and pounded into her clenching heat, his mouth hovering at the nape of her neck and when he felt his sac tighten and draw up close to his body, he clamped down on the pale flesh before him and grunted as he felt the white hot wave of his own release rush through him. His bite triggered a second smaller orgasm in her but it was enough to leave her sobbing his name and Gaara came while bellowing hers. Long minutes later, he rested against her, both panting, both sweating, both vastly satisfied.
He reached up to push damp pink hair from her face and pressed a soft kiss to the back of her ear. There was a knock at the lab door and a concerned sounding voice on the other side, “Gaara-sama? Is everything ok? We heard crashes and shouts.” Sakura tensed and let her head drop to the desk in mortification. Gaara merely purred beside her ear, as he stretched and allowed his softening length to leave her heat. “Yes Miyoshi” he called in a calm voice, “Sakura-sama and I are well. Quite well.” “But the crashes” the voice pressed hesitantly.
“A simple disagreement over lab results and treatment strategies.” He assured the other. Sakura was beet red and looking for her clothing, she arched a brow at his answers. He looked at the torn mess that was their clothing and shook his head with a small smile. She blinked and mouthed, “I can‘t find my undies.” He smirked at her, drawing closer. “Sakura-sama and I will be leaving for the day, please send someone to clean this mess.” Then he wrapped his arms around her and chucked in her ear as they vanished to his rooms with a pop and puff of smoke. A few minutes later the other medics went to clean the lab and looked around in dismay. It looked like a whirlwind had torn through. Papers were scattered everywhere, files lay haphazardly, pens, pencils, charts, were strewn across the floor.
“What in the world?” one of the medics asked. “Did he call her Sakura-sama?” another joined in. Yet another nodded. Miyoshi looked about the room, his eyes catching on a soft pink scrap of material. Lifting it closer he noted they were very clearly women’s panties. “What’s that?” another asked. He tucked them into his fist and smiled brightly, “Oh just part of Kazakage-sama’s treatment plan!”
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