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Desert Rose	By : TsurugaRin Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 2025 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hi Everyone. Sorry it's taken me so long to update this story - in my defense I have been a wee bit busy getting married and having a baby! Anyway hope you like it!
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Warning: LEMON ALERT!!
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The next day moved at a snail’s pace. Gaara knew a lot of people relied on him to run the village but his heart just wasn’t into it. Laboriously he went through the motions. Even as he tried to push the Hyuuga from his thoughts the image of Hinata’s lifeless body dominated his mind.
Gaara wasn’t the only one out of sorts either. Hiro and Hikaru moped about as if the world was ending soon, the councilmen taking over Hinata’s job sighed all day long and the line of people outside Gaara’s office was strangely sombre.
Needless to say no real work was done that day.
Temari watched her village’s apathy with growing concern. Had the girl affected Sunagakure that much? She’d gotten an earful when she’d returned home with all the villagers buzzing at the girl’s changes to the running of the village but to see everyone so… down was disconcerting.
She prayed the Konoha medic had good news because she wasn’t sure Sunagakure could survive the loss of the black haired girl.
***
“She’s stable,” Sakura started, hoping to ease into the bad news she was about to give. “We’ve been able to identify the poison as a rare compound used by Amegakure for assassinations of the highest class only.” Sakura was staring pointedly at Gaara.
Temari also glanced at her younger brother but his expression didn’t change. They all knew that the poison had been meant for him.
“Of course there are other, faster acting poisons but this one was designed not only to kill but to torture. The poison targets the body’s nervous system and several parts of the cerebrum. Even after it’s extracted, the affected areas will continue to degenerate. We’ve been able to reverse the damage done to her nervous system so normal function and for most part restored damage to the occipital lobe and right temporal lobe however…”
She trailed off not sure how to explain the next part.
“What?” Temari really didn’t want to know how bad it was but at the same time there was a part of her that needed to know. Gaara would never voice it but he needed to know too so she had to ask.
Sakura pursed her lips then continued, “We were also able to restore function to the left temporal lobe and frontal lobe but they both store memories and we have no ability to know how much of that was recovered, if any of it.”
“She’s lost all her memory?” Kankuro asked the question no one dared to.
“In theory, she may have lost nothing,” the pink haired medic said hastily.
“But you don’t believe that.”
Sakura threw her hands up helplessly. “To be honest we won’t know anything until she wakes up. I would be remiss to say everything will go back to the way it was, there was a lot of damage but even if there is some loss, she may recover it over time.”
“So what now?” Temari asked anxiously.
“Rest. Lots of rest. We’ve heavily sedated her to aid her recovery and will probably keep her here overnight for observation before discharging her. “
“Can we see her?” Gaara spoke up for the first time. He had to see with his own eyes that she was okay but Sakura shook her head.
“It would be better to leave her in our care for now. If nothing happens overnight I’ll discharge her tomorrow afternoon and get her moved to her guest room. It would be best if she woke up there. It’ll help jog her memory to wake up in familiar surroundings.”
Awkwardly they all stood there for a moment. It was a lot to take in.
After a while Sakura broke the silent reflection with a bow. “If you will excuse me, I need to report this to my Shishou.”
***
The uncertainty of the news left Gaara feeling strange. He should have been glad at the results. Hinata was physically fine. Still, something unsettled Gaara in the pit of his stomach. What memories had she forgotten? More than that, who had she forgotten? He didn’t dare comtemplate the worst.
Instead he thought back to the past few weeks.
He’d been a fool. They’d spent every day with each other and he’d avoided her practically the whole time because he hadn’t wanted to risk the emotion this woman provoked in him. How had he thought anything the dark haired girl stirred was bad? They’d lost so much time and now there was a possibility that she’d forgot what little they had shared.
The only thing that set the next day apart from the last was the fact that Sakura advised him early in the morning of Hinata’s positive condition. She would be discharged that afternoon and then it was just a matter of waiting for her to wake up.
It paved the path for a less tension in Gaara’s world for the rest of the day. With their Kazekage more relaxed, the village too, began to return to normal much to Temari’s relief.
It wasn’t until he was heading back to his room at days end that the fear crept back into his mind. He hesitated in front of Hinata’s door. Someone had checked in on her not even an hour ago and she’d still been asleep. He knew it was better to let her sleep in peace, knew that he shouldn’t enter. He’d see her tomorrow anyway. Tomorrow he’d confirm what she remembered. There was no rush.
Even as he thought that, his sand moved, unlocking the door and swinging it wide open.
The balcony window was closed but the curtains weren’t drawn, the half-moon letting in minimal light.
Gaara approached the bed silently, seeing Hinata’s small frame tucked in under the sheets. She was lying on her back, features calm but her overall face far too pale for Gaara’s liking.
Removing his gourd, he pulled up a chair beside her sleeping form, clasping his hands together and resting his forehead on his knuckles, finally letting his emotions loose. He’d held them in for three days, having not slept at all in that period of time.
It was his fault she was in this mess. If he’d been better, if he’d not panicked – if he wasn’t the Kazekage… This was the first time since receiving his station that he felt anything but pride for it. They’d been after him and she’d been the one to suffer. In that moment he knew, this girl held his heart and soul. Forget alliances, forget Suna even; if he had to choose between saving the world and saving this girl, it would be Hinata every time.
“Hinata,” he whispered, knowing she couldn’t hear him. “Forgive me.”
He clenched his teeth, holding back the tears that threatened to spill over onto his cheeks when the thought back to how he’d put her in danger. They should have gone back to Suna for help instead of rushing into the unknown – he should have known better.
“I promise,” he mumbled into the night. “If you could just wake up healthy, I promise I’ll always protect you. With everything I have…”
***
Hinata woke feeling a little groggy and a bit confused but otherwise fine. She had been dreaming of protecting someone; someone with flaming red hair, but who?
“Gaara kun,” the name came to her, unbidden, the longing in her voice sounding strange to her own ears. She recognised the name as the Suna nin that was Naruto kun’s friend but why did the utterance of his name dredge up so many strong emotions?
“Hinata?” Gaara had been sitting there for the last hour and a half, lost in his own thoughts when he’d heard her whisper his name. He’d been so shocked that his own whisper had been more like a question than the intended statement.
Having thought she was alone, Hinata’s reaction to Gaara’s voice wasn’t quite so mellow. She shot up from her bed, scrambling herself up against the wall her bed backed onto.
“W-wha? W-why… H-how d-di – w-why a-are you…”
What was going on? How did a guy get into her room? Why was there a guy in her room? The questions ran through her head repeatedly but she just couldn’t formulate them into words. She glanced around suddenly aware that even though the room looked familiar this wasn’t her room. Where the hell was she? And just what was going on? Why does her mind go blank when she tries to recall the events that led her to this situation?
“You’re awake,” Gaara said lamely, not sure what else to say. He was relieved to see the colour had returned to her cheeks.
Someone had dressed her in a dark blue silk three quarter nightie with lacy trim and his eyes trailed unerringly over her curves. Her smooth toned legs were exposed as was the creamy white of neck. The sheer material created a skin tight demarcation over a heaving bosom. Then calm aqua eyes met wild grey ones.
Hinata’s eyes refocused on her would be intruder and was shocked to realise who he was. That sunburnt hair and defined strokes of the ‘ai’ kanji on his forehead were unmistakable.
“Gaara kun?!” Was it just coincidence that he was here and that he was the first thought that had sprung to mind when she’d woken up? Not to mention that the sight of him was making her heart race even though her rational mind was throwing up roadblocks
“This place,” she gestured to the room. “Where is this place? Where are we?”
Hope rose in his chest. She remembered him and she’d called him Gaara kun.
“You know who I am?”
“Yes, you’re Naruto kun’s friend,” she said bemused. Was he testing her? “You saved Lee kun recently…”
Hurt flickered across his face but was instantly gone as he tried to regain his composure. That was years ago. No wonder she’d called him Gaara kun – he hadn’t been Kazekage at the time.
“Wait,” she said, feeling more confused than ever. She felt like she was staring at an incomplete puzzle. All the pieces were there but every time she tried to fit them together... well some of them sort of fit. “I had a mission in Suna. I’m in Suna and this is my room. You. My mission had to do with you somehow? But something went wrong.” She clenched her fists. “Something went very wrong…”
Instinctively he leaned over toward her, holding out his hand to her. He wanted nothing more than to soothe her. “It’s okay, you’re safe now. You don’t have to remember that.”
There was more than a little uncertainly and anxiety in Gaara’s gaze. Seeing it, Hinata’s breath hitched in her throat. The expression on his face brought on another memory.
Bathed in moonlight that highlighted his red leather trench coat and spiky hair, his opaque aqua eyes were cast up to the sky.
When had she seen him like that? And why did it make her heart ache? She was in love with Naruto kun wasn’t she? But these feelings welling up in her…
Ignoring his offered hand she cautiously reached out to touch his cheek. This was right.
“I belong here,” she breathed, trekking her fingers lightly along his jawline.
Gaara lost it again, grabbing the girl’s wrist and yanking her into his lap in the chair. He pressed his lips firmly to hers, drawing out a gasp of surprise and desire from his partner. She fit snuggly against him. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, hands kneading his soft red hair.
Hinata didn’t really understand what was going on. When she tried to think back, all she got was disconnected thoughts and these feelings. It should have mattered that her mind was basically a blank canvas but it didn’t. What did matter were Gaara’s strong arms holding her possessively to him. No, Hinata didn’t understand the mechanics that got her here and for once she didn’t care. She’d spent her whole life following the carefully paved path laid out for her. This was the first time the alarm bells were dulled by the tidal wave of emotions that assaulted her.
“Yes,” he said against her lips. She did belong with him, it’d just taken almost dying to help him realise that.
Gaara knew he was taking advantage of her current confusion but he couldn’t stop. He’d spent so much of his life fighting himself - fighting against the demon that possessed him he hadn’t been able to trust his own feelings. Even the in the last few weeks he’d denied his own feelings due to fear. Now like a dam breaking, they spilled over, urging him to bring her closer to him and never let go.
He stroked her hair; entwining his fingers through the smooth silken strands. He drew her scent into his lungs. She smelt wonderful as always, like wildflowers and soap. He ran his free hand down the small of her back, feeling the taut flesh through the thin material.
A shiver went up her spine. His hands on her felt amazing.
“G-Gaara kun,” she gasped, trying to repress the moan that was on the tip of her tongue.
He kept going, thrilled at the reaction he was invoking in her. Down over her hips, down across her thighs and stopped at the hem of her nightie. Pushing his hand under the fabric he trailed his fingers upward. She was toned but soft and her skin was so smooth.
“We can’t,” she gasped, in response to his increasingly wandering hands, as Gaara’s heart sank, “in this chair,” she finished.
Oh. Oh!
Carefully he stood without letting go of her. Instinctively she wrapped around him as he hitched his arms under her thighs to hold her in place. Then he turned, heading toward his room with purposeful strides. It didn’t matter that there was a perfectly good bed right there. He wanted her in his room, in his bed. His sand skittered ahead of them, opening the door and inviting them in and Gaara strolled in without hesitation. He gently laid Hinata down, their lips meeting again in a crushing intense kiss that took all their breath away.
Gaara didn’t know when he’d removed his clothes but the next thing he knew he was shirtless and pantless, grinding against Hinata’s body, only the thin fabric of her nightie separating them.
“G-Gaara kun!” she gasped.
She felt hot. Her skin flamed with hypersensitivity. His shallow breath on her neck was making it worse.
He grinned as he trailed soft kisses down toward the nape of her neck. She gasped involuntarily at the contact.
“If you keep making those adorable noises, I won’t be able to stop.” Even as he said those words his hands were already sliding the straps of her nightie down, inching the sheer fabric out of the way. He tossed the slip of cloth off the bed without taking his eyes off her.
“Don’t stop!” she cried, wrapping her leg around his to pull him closer.
He chuckled, breath tickling her skin. The truth was he doubted he could even if she’d asked him to. “Don’t worry, honey, I have no intention to.” Instead he kneaded her breasts roughly, the soft swell filling his hands nicely. He nipped one lightly, wrapping his tongue around a hardened nipple.
“Ohhh! Th-tha-Ohhh!” she cried incoherently. She arched into his embrace, lost in the moment.
He worked his way down, following his instincts. Reverently, he slid her black panties down, groaning with desire at the slick coating of arousal.
Hinata watched him without resisting, biting the back of her hand to hold back her embarrassment.
Gingerly he teased her; one finger, then two until her breath was ragged and her chest heaved up and down sporadically.
Watching her, Gaara could no longer contain his own desire. Sliding his fingers out, he was on top of her again, lips crushed against hers while he positioned himself.
He’d meant to be gentle, go slowly, but with her arousal coating his hard tip it was driving him insane. Desire warred with caution and desire won out. In one swift stroke he drove himself deep inside her, feeling her walls suddenly clamp down hard around his shaft.
Hinata gasped at the sudden shock of pain.
“Hinata?” Gaara said, seeing the agony on her face. He instantly regretted his impatience.
“I’m fine,” she said, smiling at him even though tears formed in the corners of her eyes. “It’ll pass. Please continue.”
Trusting her word, he moved slowly, lost in the feel of her surrounding him, pulling such pleasurable sensations from his hard member he couldn’t help but moan out loud.
They built up their rhythm slowly. Even well lubricated, Hinata was so tight. If Gaara had gone all out, the young leader would have finished way too soon. He focused on pleasuring his partner instead, rolling against her eager arching. Searching for and succeeding in finding the girl’s sweet spot. He thrust against it, building speed which Hinata reciprocated. She let out a short sharp gasp with every well aimed thrust, digging her nails into her lover’s arms as she teetered over the edge and came hard, waves of pleasure crashing down on the girl, drowning her in its intensity.
Feeling the girls walls constrict around him so forcefully Gaara gave in too, giving one last thrust before filling her with his seed, her name on his lips.
They just lay there for a moment, coming down from their respective orgasms. When Gaara began to feel himself go soft, he gently removed himself from his partner, pulling her close up against him instead. They were both covered in a thin layer of perspiration but her bare back still felt good against his chest.
Stay.
He wanted to say it but couldn’t, he just tightened his grip on her and hoped she didn’t pull away.
Hinata felt amazing. Even though she still wasn’t sure what was going on, her feelings hadn’t been wrong. She really did belong here, in Gaara’s arms. When she felt him squeeze her tighter, his intention was unmistakable. However it was unnecessary. She wasn’t going anywhere.
It was unknown who fell asleep first but eventually the both succumbed to a peaceful slumber.
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