Gaara no Sabaku Lemon - With Fury

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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.