"Fine, fine…I guess the next game should be Skipping rope." Sakura said, handing him a rope with handles on each of the ends.
Gaara looked skeptically at the long rope that was in his hand.
Who in their right mind, could play with this mere…rope! Honestly, people were really desperate to 'play around' weren't they?
Nevertheless, he listened to the rules. The more Sakura explained what you had to do, the more dubious he became.
"So then, what is the objective?"
"Well…" Sakura pondered. "Some people like to compete how long they can stand against another. I suppose we can play it that way."
Gaara was still unsure, but he figured this would be the best of the games they had played so far, considering the objectives, anyways.
He tested the rope, and got used to how to operate it. (Only Gaara would think of jumping rope as 'operating' XD)
They, (meaning Sakura because Gaara would be caught dead simply 'counting down'; it seemed down right idiotic to him.) Counted down to 3 and began jumping.
Of course Gaara had more stamina, so he knew he was evidently the winner.
Sakura knew this fact as well, but she decided to give this contest a shot anyways.
Gaara was soon getting bored. 'This might take a long time…' he realized. Sure, Sakura was no match to him, but she was trained to be fit. Though not to his standards, she was fairly close to him, probably.
Still jumping, his eyes wandered around.
A house…wow…
A bird in the sky…how…uncommon.
A tree…
Basically this competition had only begun 4 minutes ago (or less) and he was already bored to death. Maybe Sakura would win. After all, the Kazekage was well known for his impatience.
His wandering eyes were probably closing and he figured he'd probably end up sleeping (which was extremely rare for the insomniac man) while in the middle of this skipping rope competition.
Sakura was concentrating on skipping to realize that Gaara's eyes had wandered to her breasts that were bouncing up and down to her rhythm of skipping.
Gaara amusedly saw the pair. It seemed odd that both games had attracted his attention to…different aspects of the game. He sighed mentally, perhaps he just wasn't cut out for games. He more enjoyed seeing Sakura's body than this…then again, didn't everyone?
He would slit everyone who agreed with that, though. Sure he knew any guy would say yes, unless they were homosexual, but it's not like he needed to hear their probably 'a bit too enthusiastic agreements'.
Gaara stopped skipping as Sakura looked at him questioningly, still skipping. Irritated at her continuing to skip, he grabbed the skipping rope with ease while it was making its way back to a full circle mid-air.
"What are you doing? You don't even look tired." Sakura scolded.
"I'm not."
"Oh, you don't have to answer it THAT bluntly." Sakura grumbled. "Then since you stopped, I win. Why'd you stop, anyway?"
"I prefer to use stamina in other ways." Implying something they both knew very well.
Sakura blushed at the prospect, "Ohh no you don't. You've been making this an excuse through every game we've tried, you're not getting me again."
"Tell you what; I'll play the next game you give me, if we just drop skipping."
"What do you take me for? An idiot?"
Gaara found it wiser to not comment on that. Ha! Just kidding, he knew she was smart. And that was why all of his tricks needed to be planned before time and they also needed to not trigger any of Sakura's paranoia. He knew that Sakura was a hard bargainer, and could smell a trap a mile away. Luckily for him, he counted himself smart and people considered him a genius, so he got away from Sakura plenty of times.
"I will. I'll even pay you an advancement fee." Walking behind her and tracing his fingers against the contours of her flat stomach under the thin spandex-like material of her shirt.
Shuddering, she maintained her steady voice "And what if I don't want your fee?"
"You push yourself into denial much too often, you know that?" Gaara's low voice rumbled against her ear drums.
Looking around, Sakura evaded the question by murmuring an absent-minded question "Whatever, we should continue this in the house."
Gaara grinned amusedly.
Finally catching onto what she had just uttered out of her mind, she blushed deeply. "What-I-I didn't mean it like THAT! D-don't be absurd." Flustered she finally gained her footing again, hissing at him "well obviously they'd stare; look at where your hands are."
"Well, whatever your excuses are…" Gaara said, still grinning a little, commanding his sand to sweep them to the Sabaku's residence.
"So do you comply with my proposal?" Making sure to run his hands higher up her shirt to trace his fingers lightly against her lacey bra. His other hand started to take actions as well, climbing from underneath her black shorts.
Panting lightly, she realized she couldn't evade him. Even if she refused now, he would continue to peruse her. Gaara knew she was smart, and that was exactly why he knew that Sakura would comply with him.
Whimpering lightly she softly breathed out an agreement.
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(I want to try something new; with the lemon. Sakura's going to be all 'timid and shy' for the sake of needing to practice writing it that way…I've never really tried it this way, so whatever. Also, we need a little change to my writing, don't we?
I want it to seem romantic, so Gaara's going to be like…pretty OOC, bear with me! DX Let's also pretend it's like their first time at sex, alright? This part below is like totally irrelevant to this story, okay?! I'll make it up next chapter, I promise!)
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Gently picking her up bridal style, Gaara carried her to the bedroom.
Laying her on the futon, he took off his robe in a little of a haste revealing his upper torso bare.
Sakura gaped widely at his chiseled frame and stared freely. She broke her trance when Gaara crawled towards her on the bed.
The nervous feeling quenched deeply in her stomach. Some burning desire was churning in her and it was making her restless. Fumbling with her hands, she tried to undo her own shirt, making sure she was looking down at extreme fake concentration. She couldn't just believe she was staring mouth agape at him.
The darn buttons wouldn't budge! Practically growling at them, she realized her hands were actually trembling. Maybe it was from built up nerves or perhaps it was from the fact that there was a half naked man on the same bed as her, but she was finding this whole epidemic a little terrifying.
It excited her and scared her at the same time. Was this truly the way it felt when becoming intimate with someone on your first time?
She nearly jumped out of her skin when another pair of hands was in view, unbuttoning her shirt.
It was going to take a little bit of time to get used to allowing someone to get so close to her. She felt so vulnerable. And she hated it. It brought back memories of Sasuke, and how he had made her feel so vulnerable as well. He had hurt her in the worst possible of ways; he was unforgivable at this point.
The sad memories were washed away as he finally got her shirt undone. Heart hammering in her chest, it almost hurt at how fast and hard it was beating.
Gaara dipped his head down slowly to her neck and gingerly sent kisses down the column of her neck. Finding her pulse, he sucked it gently making Sakura gasp. Sakura, in turn absently trailed his lean chest, not even realizing the direction she was traveling till she felt the coldness of the belt buckle holding his pants up.
Hesitating, she was a little unsure of what to do. Obviously, she was supposed to take it off, but if she did…would this be moving too fast? She was dreading the feeling of continuing…and yet she was excited and wanted to push forwards and explore this new feeling.
With the rush of either pulling away or pushing forward, she made her choice by fumbling around her fingers to find the end of the belt strip. She couldn't see where the end of it was or where her fingers were since Gaara was still lavishly giving her throat attention. She was almost surprised to find that Gaara wasn't there anymore. Instead, he was moving closer and closer to the valley of her breasts.
Getting a little light headed of the sensation Gaara was giving her, Sakura found it getting extremely difficult to get the strap through the buckle. By accident, she lightly grazed her hand against the bulge of her pants making her squeal lightly in surprise.
The affect it caused made her even more surprised as Gaara grunted, squinting his eyes shut tightly. Was he in pain?
"I-I'm sorry, that was an accident." She couldn't believe that she had just touched his most important part by accident. The thought was already making her had a red blush across her cheeks.
Being inexperienced as she was, Sakura had no idea what that action just did. It wasn't pain, it was the loss of self control that was making him squint his eyes shut. Gaara couldn't blame her for thinking that however, this was practically her first time being intimate, right?
"It's fine."
Moving more carefully not to brush against there anymore, she finally got the belt off, unzipping the pants, but not pulling off them. Sakura didn't think she was ready for that yet. Instead she continued to run along the muscles of his chest tracing the grooves of them.
Gaara reached from behind and found the clasp that held the bra secure. Undoing it, he tossed the garment down on the ground.
Instinctively, Sakura's hands shot up to cover herself, embarrassed that she did so though. Lightly, Gaara grabbed her arms and gently pulled them away from her position.
"You have no need to be hesitant." Leaning to her ear, he whispered "you are beautiful."
He wasn't lying, she was, and normally he would never like to admit this but Sakura seemed so tense about this whole thing.
The three words shocked through her system.
Bending down, he tongue drew a path down to her breasts, grabbing Sakura's attention again. It turned out that it was the right move saying those words because she was acting more comfortable with it all; he was glad.
Running his tongue under her breast, he was pleased with the result as Sakura gasped loudly. Taking the nipple in his mouth, he sucked gently, hardening it almost instantaneously.
Sakura didn't know what was happening. Her body was growing restless and the anxiety was killing her. Her skin felt tight against her and with flushed cheeks, she felt herself feeling really hot.
Gaara was felt the difference in Sakura. Taking his hand, he brushed his fingers against the other breast. Moaning at the feeling, her hand reached up in his hair and gripped it, pushing his head closer to the other breast.
Gaining more confidence in her actions, Sakura pulled off his pants. His boxers were the only thing concealing his member. Lightly, using her fingers, she trailed the hem of the cottony fabric.
Still with the fabric, she lightly trailed the area near his member, tracing invisible patterns.
Gaara growled, "Don't tease me." It sounded muffled because he was still giving her upper torso attention.
Sakura just grinned, but submitted to his command.
Using the index finger of both hands, she gripped the ends of the elastic from the boxer and slid them off. Using her hand, she gently skimmed across the length. Pausing she didn't even see Gaara's face or his low grunt. She was preoccupied to the thought of how big it was. Well, from running up and down with her hand, she estimated the length and was a little uncertain now. Was it really going to fit? Theoretically, it was supposed to…but seriously? Wow, jeez…that was an amazing thought.
Gaara was already hard and just the feeling of her feather light touches was making him harder so much to the fact that it felt painful.
As she was still awe shocked at the size, she absentmindedly continued to stroke his member. Gaara was having a death grip on the pristine sheets laying underneath them, settled on the bed.
Grunting rather loudly, he finally brought Sakura's attention to what she was doing.
"Ah! Sorry about that." She sheepishly apologized, removing her hand, a little bit to Gaara's demise.
"You don't have to take away your hand." Hmm…how could he word this? 'It's okay, just move faster?' 'Don't leave me hanging, I want to climax?'
Luckily Sakura saved him the trouble of saying it as she already knew. When she was in Konoha, she had to give many men prostate examinations…finding a couple of cases with them joking around telling her to go faster, or squinting their eyes shut and she would ask what was wrong, they all replied by laughing. She would always look at them quizzically. She truly was the most innocent nurse there. Finding it very troubling, she had mistaken it as some symptom of some kind and fervently looked for the 'cure' of this odd illness. Finding nothing that would help, she asked Tsunade. Wrong thing to do apparently. Laughing so loud it shook the Hokage tower, she had gotten her first discussion about sex-with Tsunade! It was very graphic…left her scarred. She was just thankful it wasn't Jiraiya. It turned out her parents just 'forgot' to talk about her with that matter. How could you forget? But whatever, that was in the past.
Now that she had been remembered by that horrid talk, she actually could finally make use of it. Forgetting all about that talk because she was so nervous, she realized that she could at least try at what Tsunade was talking about.
Gaara was still thinking about how to ask Sakura to get him to climax. Seriously, this was such a weird predicament he was in.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when Sakura got off the bed at which they were previously both lying down on. Did she not want to do it? That didn't make sense because she was walking to the end of the bed, crawling towards him. What was she doing, bending her head down? Wait a minute-oh crap-
Gaara hissed at the feeling of having Sakura's shy and tentative tongue come out and lick up the length, flicking the tip at the end.
Opening her mouth, she slowly engulfed him. Realizing she wouldn't be able to reach the end of his length unless she was going to gag, she worked with what she had anyways.
Slowly bobbing her head, she started to move faster, all the time thinking and hoping that Tsunade was right about all of this.
Gaara gritted his teeth and let out a groan of pleasure and possibly irritation, but he couldn't tell because he was solely paying attention the little spotted black dot on the ceiling. He had never expected the feeling of having a blow job being this…intense?
Grunting, he came in her mouth. Being surprised of actually bringing Gaara to a climax, she almost forgot to swallow it. It tasted odd. Not bad, just weird. Seeing him pant harshly like this made her feel a little proud. The fact that she had gotten him all worked up was something that not everyone could do. She hadn't seen him panting this much since he was facing Naruto in the Chuunin exams. Actually, she didn't see it, but she heard it from a very enthusiastic Naruto of beating the Sabaku no Gaara…although this was definitely no thing to brag about in front of Naruto, it made her a little happy.
Her musings were instantly dissolved because…yours would too if Gaara just flipped you so you were under him and he had his wondrous jade eyes turning darker in lust. She caught her breath at his eyes; they were mesmerizing.
"I can't believe you're still in your skirt and shorts." He grumbled, but there was a little twinge tugging the tip of his lips upwards.
She smiled and laughed quietly. "We can fix that." She murmured huskily, her voice dropping seductively and the look in her eyes implied just that.
He was surprised at this and so was she. Not too long ago she was freaking out at just grazing against his member and now she was turning all horny or something…
It just kind of slipped out though; curses, maybe hanging out with Ino all those years and having to listen to her perverted thoughts were starting to finally have effects on her.
An almost malicious smirk was on Gaara's face in agreement to her offer. Roughly ripping off her skirt, he almost just as fast took off her shorts so the only thing that was blocking her and wearing absolutely nothing was a very thin layer of cloth.
The edge of the panties were clinging to her body with the liquid seeping from her sex.
"Hmm…you're not as wet as I thought…" Gaara muttered. "I guess we need to change this as well."
Running his fingers against the thin material, he cupped her, making her gasp, the burning sensation in the curl of her stomach was tightening and intensifying.
Not taking off the material, he moved it a little aside and used his index finger to run it across the lips. Sakura's breath was getting heavier. Using said finger, he found the extremely sensitive bundle of nerves and circled around it.
It was the first time during their whole love making session that she had moaned that loud and Gaara loved that sound. It was so intoxicating and throaty. He wanted to hear it again. Pressing his finger against her clit he got his wish. He panting was so harsh that Gaara could clearly hear it. Her uneven pants were making him turn hard again, and the way she instinctively bucked her hips towards him when he balled the bud wasn't helping.
She was extremely wet at this point and her eyes were clouded with lust. Plunging a finger in her she cried out. It brought Gaara to his senses; he knew that the cry was of both pain and pleasure, but still. She would feel pain from this. After all, she was a virgin; this was proof.
"Do you want to stop?" Gaara asked, wincing as his member was throbbing with need.
Sakura was panting still, grasping the sheets almost mimicking like when Gaara had done that previously. "N-no, it's alright so far…"
Non-assuredly, Gaara was hesitant to continue, but did so, just slowly and more gently from previously. Inserting his finger again in her, he did so slowly.
Sakura was getting irritated. She loved the fact that Gaara was being gentle with her, but he was moving too damn slow. It didn't hurt as much and she knew that when the freaking real thing came, it'd be a lot worse. "You can pick up the pace, you know."
Gaara wasn't quite sure but he complied, moving faster, on a steady climb forward. Sakura moaned when he added another finger, gripping his hair again to encourage him.
It didn't take long for her to cum when he added the 3rd finger. Screaming out loud, Sakura came as she saw white spots half obscuring her vision. Gasping loudly, she had no idea that it came off as erotic for Gaara. Her voice was uneven and still recovering from her mind blowing orgasm, but Gaara was having trouble waiting.
"Are you ready?" Gaara finally asked, positioning himself near her dripping entrance.
Sakura puffed out another bit of air before her heart finally settled down enough "Yeah, as much as I'll ever be."
Gaara broke her barrier extremely slowly. Sakura winced. She wouldn't lie; it hurt like hell. It was like her bottom half was ripping apart in two, but she held her ground. She could handle this.
Her clenched fists were making her knuckles turn white, as the fabric of the sheets under her were sure to have many wrinkles after she let them go. Creasing her eyebrows in pain, she steadied her breath.
Gaara was fully in, but he let it settle there until Sakura was ready to continue. Sakura got used to it not too long after, so he didn't have to wait long. Retracting, he entered her again. It was slow and painstaking for both of them (for different reasons; Sakura was getting more used to it and Gaara…wasn't liking the slow pace)
When Sakura finally breathed out for him to go faster, he was so relieved. Sakura was really tight. It was tightly squeezing him, practically making him have to hold his control far more than anyone should have to…but it was well worth it.
Sakura wrapped her legs around his waist and met his thrusts. It was something both had never experienced and as clueless as Sakura had been, she was starting to adjust. She couldn't have asked for a better 'partner'. Gaara was someone she had always cared about and even loved. She had grown to know that the feeling was mutual between both of them. Even though Gaara would only rarely say any words of compliments or love, she knew that Gaara didn't like to express himself as freely as she did. Sakura realized and knew that fact. More importantly; she was okay with that.
The building passion between both of them heightened as she felt like her world was exploding around her, both meeting their climaxes at the same time. Collapsing on the bed, Sakura tiredly wound her arms around Gaara's chest as they attempted to catch their breaths.
"I'm glad you were my first." Sakura blurted out without thinking, only after did she realize what she said and blushed.
Gaara found it rather a nice shade on her, "Same." He hid his smirk when her eyes widened in surprise.
Sakura smiled. She trusted Gaara more than anyone else and maybe it was also the other way as well. Of course she'd let Gaara be her first. She wouldn't have it any other way.
Craning her head up to him, she lightly kissed Gaara on the lips. "Love you."
Gaara let out one of his very rare actual, genuine smiles. He looked so adorable with it on. "Same." He replied.
Sighing, they lay on the futon in a peaceful silence, enjoying the company of the other.
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Too gushy? Possibly. Tell me if I'm freaking improving!! (Lemon writing-wise…) I tend to make sappy lemon endings, don't I…?
BY THE WAY! I want to thank everyone who reviewed and especially the ones that reviewed with suggestions on games. Don't worry, I'll use them thanks for the support guys!
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