Character:
Dana. From the Leaf, has a slight temper
Interest: Gaara
Show: Naturo
She’d
only slipped on flats as she stormed out the door, but now she wished she’d
worn something that made a more demanding sound as she walked, something that
would convey her blistering anger. The flats, paired with the summer dress
she’d been lazing around in didn’t exactly convey the fury she was feeling, but
she’d be damned if she was going to turn around now.
The
hallways of the Hokage building were deserted, as one would expect them to be
on a weekend. The day only made her
more infuriated, because no one respectable ever arrives on a weekend, which
meant he’d been here for at least two days already! Of course, Shizune was
probably still here, filing papers and doing all of the things that Tsunade
hadn’t done over the week, but that was entirely different!
At
the door to the temporary office he was using, she stopped and took a breath
before shaking the handle of the door. She knocked heavily. “Gaara! Quit hiding
like a coward!”
After
a moment, the door opened smoothly opened and she was staring into turquoise
eyes.
“Dana,”
he said, almost as if he was confused. Then, “I’m not hiding.”
“Then
why was the door locked?” She asked, barging past him into the office.
“Because
I’m doing work and I’m busy.” He
stressed the word, but still didn’t seem angry at her attitude. Her blood was
boiling, at least if he got angry she could yell and let off some steam! But he
was never angry with her, which was one of the things she loved about him.
“Doing
work? It’s a Sunday!”
“Shizune
is still bringing me documents to look over-”
“And
how long ago did you get here?” She continued, ploughing her words over his.
She turned as he walked past her and sat back down behind his desk. “Did you
even think about telling me you were coming?”
She
paused to take a breath, only to notice that his pen was scratching away.
“You’re
doing paperwork! Gaara I’m talking to you!”
“Are
you?” He muttered quietly, “I thought you were yelling at me.”
“Yelling?
I’m not yelling!”
“mhmm.”
“Seriously
Gaara, do I mean nothing to you? You’ve been here for days and haven’t told me!
You could have even sent a note, a speck of sand, anything! Instead I have to
hear it from Naruto which was so embarrassing
because obviously he thought I’d know you were here.”
“Naruto?”
Gaara’s eyes had flickered up to look at her.
“Yes,
he came to ask if we wanted to meet up for lunch tomorrow, because as your girlfriend I should know your schedule!
Maybe I should start going out with him instead, at least he takes time out of
his day to say hello!”
Gaara’s
pen had stopped moving.
Dana
continued ranting. “I bet he’s always up for doing fun things! He’d never come
to my town and not stop by! He’d never-”
Gaara
stood, his chair scraping back loudly against the floor as he slowly stalked
over to her. His eyes were dark as he walked her back into the wall, his hands
capturing her wrists above her head.
“So
you’d prefer Naturo.” He muttered dangerously, “I’m not enough anymore.”
“At
least he knows how to say hello,” she mumbled as she avoided his penetrating
gaze.
His
teeth grazed the shell of her ear, dipping down to lightly bite at the skin of
her neck. “Does Naruto know this?” A
shiver coursed down her spine, either from his words or the lips kissing to her
jaw she couldn’t tell. Probably both.
His
body was pressed flush against hers, and the heat of him radiated through her,
as if he carried that hot desert within him. His knee jerked her legs apart and
he settled himself between them.
“Does
he know you’ve got a thing about being pressed up against walls?”
Dana
pressed her eyes shut tight, as if she could force out the words that were
melting her anger into something much hotter, and much more delicious. She was
still angry at him for not telling her he was in the village! But even as she
argued with herself, she was resisting the urge to force her hips up and revel
in the wicked feeling of him pressed against her. And he was so right, because
there was something so amazing about having Gaara pressed against her, and the
wall leaving her nowhere to go, there was no space that wasn’t filled with
Gaara.
She
groaned as he circled his thigh, brushing lightly against her core, but not
enough, never enough. “Does he know how much work you are?”
She
had to chuckle, even if only a little. She knew exactly how much work it took
to keep her happy, but Gaara had been doing an exceptional job of it for the
entire time they’d been together. He released her hands from above her, and
immediately she fisted them in his hair and forced his mouth to hers, something
he’d been denying her for a while. His head slanted to deepen the kiss, his
lips moving furiously against hers as his hands grasped her thighs and heaved
her legs around his waist.
A
gasp was pulled from her lips, Gaara had hiked the dress up around her thighs
and now only his clothes and her flimsy underwear separated them.
And
then he stopped.
“Gaara-”
“We’re
in my office.” His voice was tense, strained with the arousal that was pounding
through him.
She
glared at him, “don’t you even think of-”
But
his eyes were glancing to the door that was no longer locked, thinking of how
Shizune said she would be back any minute with more documents, thinking of his
position in the sand and the duty to his people.
“Dana-”
he groaned, his hands capturing her thighs and preventing them from clenching
any further around him, he was torn. Her, or his people?
If
they were in their bedroom it wouldn’t be a problem, but this could have
repercussions far beyond anything-
And
then she was kissing him, soft, like they weren’t in such a compromising
position and like she hadn’t stormed in here with all of her anger ready to
give him the thrashing of a lifetime. She understood, how could she not? She
knew everything about him, she knew how his mind worked, and she knew that no
matter how much she wanted this that now was not the time.
“You’ll
be in your apartment by 8?”
“Yeah,”
he murmured back.
She
lowered her legs to the ground, “You’d better be.”
He
chuckled, fixing his uniform before kissing her again, “I’ll see you tonight.”
His voice was still strained as his erection was still stiff between his legs.
She
opened the door and saw Shizune on the other side, one hand raised to knock.
“Dana,
it’s nice to see you.”
Dana
bit back the complaint, if it wasn’t for Shizune then she wouldn’t have to
leave. “Nice to see you too.”
***
9:30.
She
was going to murder him.
She
barged through the door to his office, and her angry words died in her throat
as she saw him sat at his desk, one hand placed palm-down on the wood in front
of him. The other hand was out of her sight, but from the rhythmic tensing of
his arm, she could guess what he was doing.
“You’re
late.” He said, smirking.
“So
are you.” She said, not moving.
“Lock
the door.”
Dana
swallowed, all fight taken out of her, and she wanted to follow those orders so
badly, she knew where it would lead. But he was late, and he’d made her come to
him, she needed some little stance of power.
“No.”
She said, closing the door and walking towards him, fully aware that someone
could walk in at any moment despite the late hour. She walked around the desk,
slipping out of the flats on her way. He turned his chair to follow her, so
when she turned she saw him face on. She saw the small smirk that told her they
wouldn’t be stopping this time. She saw the way his robe was parted that showed
his duties as Kazekage were over for the day. But most importantly, she saw the
fist wrapped around his cock that was slowly pumping as he watched her.
It
was hypnotising, watching him stroke himself, and suddenly, her hand was
reaching out to do it for him. She looked up at him, her hand slowing to turn
his attention to her face, and the other hand that was smoothly pulling at the
zipper of her dress and letting it pool around her waist. It was her turn to
smirk at him, completely at her mercy. This
was her revenge for keeping her waiting, and she knew it was working perfectly
as she lowered her mouth to his tip and took the head inside.
His
hand twitched from where it rested on his thigh, restraining itself from fisting
in her hair. She dove lower, hollowing her cheeks and sucking, god, his hips
bucked up from the chair but she only retreated and ran her tongue over the
slit. She was laughing at him, and he knew it. She enjoyed having the Kazekage
in the palm of her hand, but he couldn’t deny that he didn’t love it too. The
hot press of her tongue as it lapped at him, the subtle squeeze of her hand
around his base, the tight way her throat closed around him. He looked down at
her and saw her eyes peering smugly up at him, and as if to spite him, she took
him deep into her throat again, her nose skimming along the skin of his pelvis
as her throat muscles relaxed around him. His hands fisted themselves in her
hair and prevented her from retreating like she had done before. She chuckled
around him, vibrations that sent shivers to his heated core, but conceded to
his request. It was then that he saw her hand, previously resting on his inner
thigh, travel down under the skirts of her dress.
He
opened his mouth, probably to demand that she let him attend to her, but a
groan left his lips instead as she timed a particularly hard suck. He doesn’t have
a full view of what her hand is doing, but it isn’t hard to guess. His fingers
start twitching in her hair, burning to take her place and bury himself in her.
It
was this desire that forced his hand to tighten and pull her up off his cock.
She sent him confused eyes but he just stood and pulled her with him. Their
lips clashed in such need, because for all her teasing him, she needed him just
as badly. Her fingers had done nothing except echo the fact that it wasn’t him who had been pleasuring her, and she
couldn’t help her reaction when now it seemed he was about to do so.
He
pulled away from her, again, and suddenly she was turned around and the hand on
her back was pressing her forwards until she was bent flat over his desk.
Whatever she was about to say was lost in a helpless cry as his fingers burned
hot against her. There was no teasing left in him, this was raw and hot and alive. Her nipples scratched teasingly
against the wood of the desk. For a moment she was left empty as his fingers
moved to her hips, but then he was pounding into her and she was so full. Her eyes flew open as his fingers
closed around her clit. She stared at the door, knowing that it wasn’t locked
and somehow that just made the situation hotter. In the back of her mind, she
knew that with the noise she was making, they wouldn’t have to open the door to know what was going on.
She
could feel the coil tightening within her and knows that she won’t last much
longer, and she can feel Gaara’s lips against her shoulder blade, hasty in a
way that tells her he is so close.
“Ah-Gaara
I’m-”
He
grunts back, the only sound he can make with all of the exertion his body is
going through, and then she is crying his name again, louder, and her walls are
tightening around him. He grits his teeth and forces himself faster, faster,
following her to climax as he finally sheaths himself inside her.
Everything
is silent except for their uneven breaths, and then he slips out of her and
runs a warm comforting hand up her back.
“Lets
go home.” He breathed, pulling her dress back down over her bottom as she
gathered her scattered mind.
*** Extended Ending ***
As
they walked through the dimly lit Hokage building, Dana couldn’t help but feel
warm. The night is silent, her hand is entwined with her stubborn Kazekage, and
her mind still hasn’t quite recovered from the shattering it just received.
This is probably the reason why she failed to feel the mortification she
usually would have when they walked past Shizune’s office. The woman sat there,
avoiding their gaze, and a faint fading blush on her cheeks.
