Hello and welcome to a spin off from: To Mend A Broken Soul. You don't have to read the story, but it might help to lessen confusion!
This story is a GaaraXSakura fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto
Note: tell me what you think about this so far, please! I want this to be as good as the fic it's coming off from.
WARNING: Contains lemon!
Now onward ho!
Sakura hummed softly to herself as she wove her way around the kitchen finding various ingredients and mixing them up before placing them in various bowls or pans were they would be cooked or cooled.
She smiled happily pausing only to whiff the wonderful smells fermenting from the oven and stove. Now all I need is to finish the bread dough and pop it into the cooker.
She walked over to where a lone metal bowl sat in the middle of the granite-counter island. The dough was done rising now all she needed to do was kneed it. Grabbing a handful of flour, she covered her hands and the top of the dough and began the time consuming task of kneading the dough into perfection.
Why was she doing all of this? You may ask. Well the answer was quite simple; her fiancée had a very stressful week trying to appease relations with Cloud village and hadn't come home in days refusing even her most…erotic promises. Sure she felt put out, tossed to the side, ignored, any women would naturally and sure she was pissed at him and refused to visit him by burying herself in work and teaching…but a woman can atone for her iciness by cooking a five-course dinner for two couldn't she?
She sighed, having a particularly hard time kneading a spot in the dough and in mild irritation stopped to blow a stray strand of her pink hair out of her face. It seemed the messy bun she put her hair in hours ago was relenting its hold and she couldn't adjust it now that she was nearly elbow deep in dough.
She was so set on making the perfect dinner that she failed to realize there was a certain person at the kitchen doorway softly smiling at her while she silently cursed the dough to hell.
Gaara couldn't help but smile at Sakura's flustered appearance. She looked completely cute wearing her blue apron and a simple cotton-button up top and tight black jeans. Looking at her simply put his mind at ease-he hadn't seen her for a whole week and he terribly missed her touch and simply seductive voice. He couldn't recall the last time they were intimate…well actually he could.
He blushed.
It was over two months ago he cringed had it been that long?
Shukaku snorted Yeah you guys didn't even have sex after the whole office ordeal.
Gaara smirked at the memory
The day after their first intimate experience was rather awkward for the both of them yet serene at the same time. They truly loved one another and what they did last night only made their love stronger.
A beeping noise followed by an audible click resounded the room and awoke the couple from their embrace and Gaara looked towards his cherry blossom with an evil glint,
"What are you thinking Gaara-kun?" Sakura finished putting on her clothes and cocked her head to the side in mild curiosity.
"I think a little payback is in order"
"You mean your siblings?" She questioned, "but they were responsible to putting us together"
Gaara walked to the door and turned the knob, "I'll keep that in mind" with that said, he disappeared down the hall with his sand swirling about him.
Sakura merely sighed at his childish behavior before letting a small smile grace her lips, he did look cute this morning.
Gaara appeared before Kankurou's apartment door and lightly tapped on the door, betraying the anger he harvested.
The door opened revealing Ajax with only a towel draped loosely over his waist and water dripping from his black hair.
"Gaara-"
Gaara pushed Ajax aside and slammed the door on him. Ajax began pounding the door with flushed cheeks as numerous cat-calls echoed the area, 'how embarrassing' he thought.
Kankurou's voice sounded from the living room,
"Who was it Ajax?"
"Me" came the cold voice that froze Kankurou to the spot. Slowly the older sibling turned around to face his wrathful younger brother,
"Gaara! Fancy meeting you here! Ehehe" he rubbed the back of his head while trying to be discrete when he began to back up.
"You locked me in a room, knowing that once I got out I would kill you right?"
"Well see I was meaning well" 'Temari be happy I'm not telling him you were in on this!'
Gaara's sand trapped Kankurou from the neck down, "well then dear brother" a malicious smirk adorned Gaara's face, "I am meaning well when I do this."
Gaara was knocked from his recollection when a strangled grunt came from her mouth. She was still having a hard time with the dough.
Then let's help her! Shukaku grinned and Gaara couldn't help but agree to help this delectable flower.
His gate was slow and powerful in its stealthy manner. The tiles beneath his feet were cool to the touch while his body was burning with pent up desire. To his satisfaction, his little cherry blossom was too occupied with the unruly dough to notice him standing behind her. Leisurely, he lent his head in, next to her ear and began to breathe on it and in a husky tone he whispered,
"It looks like you need help."
Sakura froze from the sudden contact and nearly melted at his provocative tone. For the past week she desired for his fiery touch on her wanting skin…The mingling of their erratic breaths as their rhythm was established; the contended feeling that overcame their bodies as he possessively and lovingly held her close; sweat-slicked skin against sweat-slicked skin.
She was brought back to reality when his strong hands covered her dough-covered ones and began kneading the dough in sync with her. His body tightly pressed her into the edge of the counter. His fingers interlocked with hers as the dough melded to their touch.
Sakura allowed the euphoria to encase her and forgot about the dough and instead focused on Gaara's masculine touch.
Gaara's breathing became heavy with each press into the dough. And without much thought, he pressed his pelvis into her with every squeeze and became satisfied when her breathing became erratic as well.
She leaned her head against his shoulder allowing a moan to escape her parted lips her doughy hands soon abandoned their previous task and trailed up Gaara's arms-tracing every bulge from the muscles presented to her. She held back a shudder when his cold lips began caressing her shoulder and neck, laying butterfly kisses wherever her skin was exposed.
He too abandoned the dough and slowly trailed his skillful hands up her sides only stopping to cup her breasts relishing in the feel of soft, tangible flesh. His hands, despite the purrs emitting from his lover, abandoned their post and began to slowly, almost teasingly, unbuttoning her shirt. Sakura, in a rush to feel his hot skin on hers, tried to help him in this task. Her fingers, still covered in dough, had a hard time with the buttons and in her haste, used her abnormal strength to pull her top apart with the buttons flying heedlessly everywhere.
Gaara let a low chuckle escape his wet lips as he submitted to her demands. What he didn't count on was Sakura turning around and forcing him back onto the table. Plates and silverware were soon swept off the top and fell to the floor with resounding clangs but the two were in their own lust-filled world and pay no heed to what was happening about them.
Her doughy hands wove their way through his hair while his remained on her curvy hips. She lent down and captured his lips in a blissful kiss, nibbling and suckling his lower lip.
Gaara groaned beneath her when she entered his mouth with her wet appendage and began exploring. He loved the way she took control, and secretly loved how she made him feel as the submissive one.
Soon enough their clothes were captured within the kitchen, strewn about everywhere while two bodies molded together perfectly in blissful euphoria. Their grunts and groans echoed the empty apartment while the table beneath Gaara moved every time Sakura slammed down onto Gaara's member while he gripped the edges trying to get enough stability to leverage into her sheathing warmth. Their breaths were erratic as flesh met flesh in the most intimate place. Hands roamed their lovers body loving the texture and sweat beneath their palms.
It was not long that Sakura came, her inner walls tugging Gaara deeper into her core as if trying to milk him. And with one final, exhausted thrust, Gaara spilled into her while calling her name.
The two lay there on the table, still connected, trying to level out their heavy breathing. Gaara ran his hands through her hair lovingly, his eyes closed in contentment. Kami did he love her.
Then a foul smell knocked the two from their loving caresses and Sakura immediately shot up, much to Gaara's dismay,
"OH NO THE DINNER!" She immediately ran over to the oven and opened the door. Black smoke escaped its confines and she began coughing, "damnit!" she used the pot holders to remove the charred dinner and threw them down in anger, "I wanted to make a nice dinner, now what are we going to eat?!"
Gaara wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek affectionately. A small smirk came over his face as something caught his eyes,
"We could always have bread."
Sakura giggled and turned around in his arms and wrapped hers around his neck, "we could but most of the dough is on us."
"Mmm." He licked her ear were some dough was and tightened his grip, "It tastes better like this."
So what do you guys think so far? I really need input because I'm really hesitant about posting a spin-off because I don't want to let you guys down!
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