This begins a series of drabbles I'm going to be writing. They're random, and have nothing to do with the previous or last chapter… Unless I label them 'part 1, part 2, etc…'. I thought about just making them one-shots and posting them as such, but they have so much in common, I just refer to them as different scenarios in the same story. For this chapter, I don't know what I read, but this was inspired by something… I just don't remember what…

"Who first explained "The Doppler Effect", using sound?"

"Christian Doppler."

"Correct."

I am pulled ever so gently down, meeting his lips with a fiery blush across my face. I only hold the kiss for a moment, not wanting him to get distracted, before I pull away. For another second, I look away, nibbling sheepishly at my bottom lip as I stroke his ruby red, unruly thick hair. He settles back onto my lap, arms folded loosely over his belly as he closes his eyes once more in mock sleep, one leg bent with the other stretched out. I sat against the bark of a large oak tree, the bright, hot sun peeking through the yellowing leaves of it, giving a glow to the day as if it were still spring instead of autumn.

My knees are bent so he rests partially on my belly and lap, making him more comfortable. My bare feet pat the still green ground, my overly large green T-shirt drooping slightly off of one shoulder as my frayed blue jeans ride up my legs. He wears his usual leather, the tight pants pulled over a pair of black leather boots, a black mesh shirt beneath his leather trench coat.

The shadows around his eyes are heavy, the scar on his left temple deep and red, the symbol meaning 'love'. Each of his ears are pierced three times, as well as two more piercings where his left eyebrow should have been, one over his other nonexistent eyebrow, coupled with a lip piercing.

Impatiently, his blue-green eyes peek out at me, only one opening lazily. I can not help but chuckle as I watch the expression cross his face. With the hand not stroking his hair, I look back to the book before us.

"Who invented the reflecting telescope?"

"Isaac Newton."

"Correct."

Again, he reaches up languidly, pulling me down into another intimate embrace. His tongue touches my lips daringly, slipping into my mouth without asking. Not that he needed to…

I moan, allowing us to get caught up in the kiss for only a moment, then try to break apart so we could continue studying.

'Try' being the key word.

Instead of allowing me to do so, he wraps one arm firmly around my neck and holds me to him, his mouth skillful as it plays with mine, our tongues dancing to a tune I am beginning to faintly hear. It takes me another minute, but I manage to separate us.

If only by a tenth of an inch, so close our lips brush against each other with each breath either of us took. I stare into his heated eyes, now more green than blue as he becomes more lustful.

"What is an advantage of the reflecting telescope?"

My voice is squeaky, as close to him as I am, captured and held by those beautiful eyes.

"no chromatic aberration."

He whispers his lips over mine once more, drifts his nose from my chin to my eyes, then comes back to my lips where he kisses me more deeply. I whimper at the gentleness of his touch.

I am Lee Rock, an A rate student in Science… Aside from the labs, of course. That is why I am tutoring Gaara Sabaku, a man that has been labeled too terrible to handle. He, despite being one of the most intelligible students at Konoha High, is falling behind in science. Both Mr. Hatake, our science teacher, and I know that he is falling behind because he does not care, not because he needs more teaching behind the scenes.

Unfortunately, as well as fortunately, I had not thought of that when I had first taken on the challenge. I had taken this redheaded devil on, believing that we would help each other on the difficult subject. He, no matter how little he cared for anything else of the subject, has never yet received anything less than an A on his labs.

Getting this man to behave was impossible, but I had managed to get him to participate by giving him treats that he enjoyed. I had not known that his father had neglected him as a child, but I had known that he enjoyed touches. So, every time he had answered one of my questions, even if incorrectly (he had not liked me a bit, but I knew that he knew the true answer), I had brushed his hair. If he did answer one correctly, I would hug him. Somehow, we had evolved into kissing every time he answered something correctly. Every time we check his grade each week, to learn if he's been doing his work and passing his tests, through Mr. Hatake, he sleep over at my house… in my bed (It would have been at his house… in his bed… But he does not wish for me to be anywhere near his father, for reasons he has yet to tell me). We do not do anything inappropriate, he just likes to cuddle, is all…. Well, was all.

Every time I pass a lab with a poor grade, he takes me out for the spiciest curry in this country side town, which is me favorite. I do not know why he spoils me so nicely when I just barely pass, but he does have another plan for when I pass fairly high. If I pass the lab with flying colors, we go to my house to make it homemade, which is the best of all!

For the three months we have been paired up as study partners, this system has worked wonderfully… Up until a month ago with the evolution from innocent touches had turned into this intimacy. Now, we are lovers as well as buddies.

"Who took credit for creating the first telescope?"

"Galileo Galilei."

This time, the book falls from my hands, landing with a thump at my side, as he sits up, annoyance showing in how the skin above his eyes draw together.

He grabs me, dropping himself against the tree trunk instead as he attempts to swallow me through my mouth. I grip his shoulders tightly, moaning as I feel him nearly succeed.

He shifts, wrapping an arm about my waist, then pulling me onto his lap. He caresses my raven black hair, breathing deeply, contently, as he pulls away slightly, eyelids drooping. I stare at him, feeling the red heat that bathes me entirely, as he shifts me on his lap to make us both more comfortable.

He picks the book up and hands it to me, his stormy green eyes calm and sleepy.

"I find this position more convenient."

I yelp as he thrusts his hips up against the curve of my buttocks, making my face feel as if a fire had truly been created there. I whine as I catch sight of his dangerous smirk.

It was the one and same that could make me shiver with pleasure as well as pant with excitement. At this moment, I shiver, my eyes focusing on those pale lips.

"For more than one thing…"

He leans forward, drifting his lips up the column of my throat as he runs his tongue along the same path. I can only arch into the contact, one of my hands gripping his leather covered thigh.

"Next question…"

I whine again as he leans away, smug on his face as he eyes me. I look back at him with a pout.

"That was hardly nice, my redhead devil!"

"I can't even list the number of things you do a day that aren't nice, country mouse."

He calls me country mouse because that is truly what I am. I was born and raised on this country side. I work hard when I am not learning with strong determination. Konoha is the high school for this county, which means that I am not the only one as such, but I am the only one he refers to as 'country mouse'. Just as I am the only one who can call him redhead devil. He is a city boy, originally from Suna High, until he was relocated here. At first, I had been offended by the name; now, I accepted it with relish, feeling my heartbeat quicken every time the name was uttered.

It had once meant that he was mocking me. Now, it meant that he was loving me.

He rubs his nose against the column of my throat, opposite of the trail he had made earlier. I can hear him breathing deeply, his other hand caressing the small of my back.

"Wearing those tight jeans, you always know the most opportune moment to bend over or reach for something… That sly little teasing light that enters your black eyes… There is nothing about you that's nice except your heart, country mouse."

Shakily, I flip back to the page we were at, gasping slightly as he begins to nibble on my collarbone.

"What are the… th-three types of telescopes…"

I moan the last word, unable to stop myself. The one hand that had been at the small of my back begins to intimately rub at my jean covered buttocks. The other hand touches against my chin and pushes it gently upwards, allowing him to suck on my neck.

As of lately, it has become increasingly difficult to get him to pay attention for the half a hour a day we study with. Each day is harder than the last, yet I can not find any regret in me for the lost time.

"Refracting, Reflecting, and…"

He lifts his lips to mine, pecking my lips twice, before he presses more solidly against them. He pulls away after seconds go by, a trail of saliva continuing to connect us.

"Radio."

A beeping begins, making my eyes widen. His smirk grows once more. He pulls away one hand to flip back the trench coat sleeve slightly, removing his other hand to click the watch alarm off.

"Studying time is over."

Yes… Time does fly away from us when we are studying…

Yet again, I yelp, gripping him tightly, as my world spins suddenly on it's axis, landing me on the grassy floor with him above me. He thrusts his hips more fully against mine, causing me to throw my head back, my mouth gaping open as I continue to hold myself to him.

"And I'm hungry."

I whimper as I wrap my arms about his shoulders, arching into his devilish teasing, my mouth easing open as he pushes my T-shirt out of the way of his wandering mouth.

"If y-you are hun-nn-gry, we sh-should g-get lu-unch!"

Of course, I know which hungry he is speaking of, but I can not stop myself from teasing him. Even if it prompts him to nip with punishing force at the sensitive flesh of my inner arm, before he continued to follow the length of it to my wrist, licking the wild pulse there. My shirt, with it's wide head opening, had been pushed off of that arm so it was tangled about my waist, my other arm trapped within it's folds.

"Mmm, I like the treat I'm having right now, country mouse."

He nudges my legs further apart, so he can fit more comfortably over my hips and belly, his hot, burning blue eyes look up into mine, holding me with ease.

He licks his lips, making me moan again, as they tilt slightly up into a cackle that sends shivers down my spine.

"Anything you had in mind?"

I run my hand shyly down his chest, then follow them back up, smiling softly all the while. I free my other hand so I can repeat the caress.

"No… This… is what I wanted."

"Good."

He noses his way from my inner wrist back to my face where he nuzzles our cheeks together, then unites our lips once more. It is infinitely gentle, speaking a thousand words that can never be spoken aloud, or relate to the lust we are sharing.

"Gaara…"

My whisper against his lips does not go unnoticed. He lifts his eyes back to mine, his gaze searching. His thumb wipes away a stray tear that runs from my right eye.

"I love you… so much."

He kisses each of my eyes shut, so I can only feel what he does to me. I know what he is doing, however. I know he has difficulty with saying such things, but he has learned how to say even more powerful words without uttering a sound.

No, I seem to be the only one who makes noise when he shows his love for me. Yet, I think that is what he enjoys about this slow loving. I know because I can feel his smile against my belly.

Originally, I was positive this was going to be a multi chapter thing. I'm not entirely certain what inspired this, but I do know that this is more difficult then I thought… It makes me sad that it became an one-shot, but I can't see anything else to it. And, yes, Lee's a boy. YAY!

Anywho, I actually find this sad… Why? Because I think of this story as a prequel to 'I am Gaara Sabaku'. If no one understands why that's sad, then you can ask or read it.