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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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41. Desire
True to my word, I slept for the entire next day and a half, only getting up to eat and lay about lazily between dozing. The next week would be extremely taxing even if I were sleeping through the night – which I don’t intend to do. I might as well store up for the long stretches ahead. I’m sitting on my couch in only my fuzzy night robe, sipping a cup of tea. I reach my mind out and find him quickly. He is already in the city.
He’d better be true to his word… I think to myself, fidgeting in my own nervousness and physical desire. And he’d better be quick about it!
As I hear him come up to the door, I run over to greet him. I don’t bother getting dressed in something impressive. I prepare myself only mentally to get my illusion firmly in place, ready the second he looks at me. I’m still in my bathrobe as I swing the door open… and I see a messenger ninja… carrying a large box.
For a second, I am confused and then I realize what he’s done. I grab the would-be-messenger by the front of his uniform and haul him forcefully into the apartment. I slam the door closed, press him against the door, and bring my mouth down on his. He responds… like I expect… with his own passion – gripping me around the waist with both hands and hauling me against him, while his sand takes over holding onto his mystery package. After several long minutes of exploring his mouth, I pull back and smile seductively at him.
“Do you greet all messengers that way?” Gaara asks in a dark playful tone.
“Gaara?” I gasp in mock horror, “Is that you? I had no idea…” I give him a blatantly false innocent smile. His own disguise melts away as he growls and hauls me up against him for another passionate kiss. I bring one leg up around his waist, still balancing on the other, and rub myself against him hungrily. My hands are busy working at the fastenings on his vest.
Hold on… he whispers to my mind with a chuckle. I’m going to lose my concentration and drop this. It would be a waste.
I pull back to look at the package his sand still holds. I am horribly curious, but I can’t bring myself to read his thoughts to find out what it is. That would be too easy.
No cheating, he suddenly insists and I can’t help but laugh at his expression. It’s torn between desire, worry, and a glare.
“That would be too easy,” I scoff. “Is it for me?” I bat my eyelashes at him, hoping to get him to chuckle again.
Instead, he becomes more serious. “Yes,” he says letting the sand drift the box over to me. “It’s fragile.”
I take the box carefully and set it on the counter. I pull at the large ribbon holding it closed, and it slips off with a silky flourish. When I lift the lid, my breath catches at the beautiful gift. There is a single fragrant, white lily suspended in a beautiful glass vase. The glass is sculpted to look like fire, blazing up into wild twists and turns, and flaring out at the top to pour down like water or sand. If I look very, very carefully… there is a small figure in the center of the flames. It’s not colored, simply a subtle curve to the glass – but it’s obviously a woman, dancing in the fire.
It’s me… I realize. I touch the glass with a trembling hand and I’m shocked again. It resonates with Gaara’s chakra…
“This was made…” I whisper in disbelief, “from your sand? From what you carry in your gourd?”
“Yes,” he smiles timidly, a half-smile – while trying to gage my reaction. “I had it made when I returned to Suna. It is my wedding gift.”
I feel tears flood my eyes and spill over. It is the sweetest gesture I have ever received, and I haven’t even gotten my own gift yet! Gaara’s face suddenly looks worried, and he reaches up to stroke my cheek with his rough fingertips. I smile through my tears as he tries to comfort me. He thinks I am upset.
“Do you… not like it?” he asks, willing himself not to be upset if I don’t, but holding his breath.
“I love it!” I choke out, and throw my arms around his neck stifling my tears in his shoulder. The hormones are making it much more difficult to play it cool. “It’s so beautiful, Gaara. It’s… it’s the sweetest gift I’ve ever been given.”
He slowly lets the air in his lungs out, and I can feel him swell with pride and happiness at my declaration. He is still confused, though, and struggling to understand. He pulls me back enough to look into my wet eyes.
“Then… why are you crying?” he isn’t even attempting to hide his confusion.
I laugh, with a small hiccup. “I’m crying because I’m happy.” This only makes him more confused, but he decides it must be a female problem. He’s heard Temari say that once before.
“I’m glad it makes you… happy,” he says with his voice still unsure.
I can’t take it anymore: the smell of him, the sight of him, the concern and caution I see in his bright jade eyes… I want him so desperately, that nothing else matters. I pause only long enough to separate part of my attention, preparing myself for the hardest illusion yet. Vision is easy… touch will be more difficult. I will need to convince his mind that what he feels is what he has always felt… that I am still exactly the same shape I was when he left.
I’ve discovered that the easiest way to do this is by using something real and… applying a filter to it. It would be much harder to create an entire new sensation on my own. Also, if it is completely false the mind has a harder time accepting it. I have been practicing this with Kakashi – in only the most basic sense. He would lay his hand on my stomach, and I would work to convince him that the swell he felt beneath it was not there. I also worked to completely shield the tiny chakra signature I’m harboring from his detection. It was extremely difficult to figure out… but now I feel like all that effort was actually worth something!
I take Gaara’s hand and tow him into my main room, leaving the fragile, precious glass behind. Once we’re a safe distance in the room standing in front of the couch, I turn around abruptly and throw my arms around his neck again. As my mouth comes down on his, his passion reaches up to meet my own. I bite his lower lip gently, pulling at it, and a wild sound escapes from his throat. He is about to pick me up and carry me into the bedroom but I don’t have patience for that any longer.
I shove his shoulders hard, and he stumbles back dropping onto the couch – confused. I crawl up into his lap and take his mouth again, running my fingers up to lace in his unruly hair. His confusion fades quickly, replaced with excitement about my aggression. I rub myself against the length of him again and again and his breathing becomes more ragged. I trail kisses down his jaw and neck, careful not to leave any marks this close to the ceremony. My senses are flooded with Earth and musk and I drink in his scent greedily.
“You smell so damn good,” I mutter into his ear, trailing my tongue across his earlobe. “God… I’ve missed the way you smell.”
He chuckles darkly, nipping softly at the flesh on my shoulder and then soothing it with his tongue. I pull back to rid myself of the overly-hot robe, burying my nervousness in the darkest corner of my mind. He gazes at my nude form and the predatory smile I love so much comes over his face. He actually lingers on my breasts and belly and I am thrilled to realize my illusion is working. He leans forward to place a tender kiss on the kanji mark above my breast and then pulls back to look at me again. He runs his hands down the front of my body to the juncture at my thighs and feels nothing unexpected. I could sing with my own excitement and glee at this monumental victory.
I shove hard at his shoulder again, pressing him against the back of the couch. With my other hand I quickly open the front of his clothes, not even bothering to remove them. There will be time for that later. He is more than ready for me, and I mount him – moaning out my pleasure as I feel complete for the first time since he left. I don’t want to be patient. I don’t want to be slow. I want my passion to tear through him with the force of a storm.
His head is thrown back on the couch, and the dark circles around his eyes are complete with his lids closed this way. I ride hard, losing myself – mostly – to the sensations he gives me. He gasps and moans with my movements, gripping my hips forcefully – but giving me true control. I have been desperate for his touch for too long and soon feel myself fly over the edge. I cry out with my release and his whole body tightens down suddenly. I hear the briefest moment of panic in his thoughts before he flips me over onto my back suddenly and pulls out – capturing my mouth savagely as he too finds release.
He hovers on his elbows above me, trembling and breathing hard. His clothes are rumpled but mostly intact. He buries his face in my chest, breathing deeply and leaving small butterfly kisses on my skin. I lay as limp as cooked ramen beneath him… floating in the remnants of my bliss. I run my fingers through his hair over and over again, relishing the sensation I didn’t even know I’d missed. After several long minutes he looks up into my eyes. The pure male satisfaction and pride I see there are breathtaking and I can’t help but tease him.
“Did you miss me while you were away?” I ask playfully, trailing a finger down the side of his face.
He growls again in response, and kisses me until I’m dizzy. When he pulls away, I fight to find my voice.
“When… do you have to… go see Tsunade?” I ask between breaths.
“Never,” he mumbles against my breasts and I slap the back of his head playfully. “Fine. Tomorrow morning. I sent Kankuro tonight, like I said I would.”
“Do you need to prepare anything for the…”
“No,” he says cutting me off. “I’m not leaving this apartment until morning.”
Ahhhh… I think aloud. I can think of lots of things to do until morning…
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41. Desire