Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Surrender ~ Sands of Time ❯ In Your Mind ( Chapter 4 )

A/N: Please do not plagiarize my story. If you would like to host it somewhere, please let me know that, and ask me. This story is copyright me, obviously, the story of Naruto and its' characters are not. Though if the manga-ka wanted to incorporate some of my... err... ideas into the plot, then who am I to say no!

Possible lemon warning...

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Sweet Surrender ~ Sands of Time

Chapter 4 ~ In Your Mind

Gaara disappeared in a whirl of sand, returning to his apartment. One he had returned, he went to a chair in the corner and sat down. His mind was whirling with thoughts and scenarios, barely giving him time to remember to breathe. She whispered his name. She wasn't twisting and turning when she called his name. She cried when she called for the Uchiha, but her tears were dry when she called him. What did that mean? Did she know of his presence? Was she screaming his name in her dreams because of the pain that he had caused her? Was she planning revenge? Did she call his name for help knowing that he was the last person that she saw? Help... did she need help? Did he leave her in a panic when she needed help? Did he wrongfully desert her? What should he do?

He first needed to know if she was in need of help at all. In order to do that, he returned to the girl's house. He remembered the door was unlocked, and so he entered that way, as stealthily as he knew how and climbed the stairs to her bedroom, as he had done a while earlier when he carried her to her bed. He returned to her bedside to stare down at her with unforgiving eyes that showed hints of being irritated.

The girl was breathing as she was before he had left, and her blood pressure was normal. What is going on here?

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"Gaara," I called him from the kitchen. "When you're dry, have a seat in the dining room. Would you like milk tea or plain tea? I have coffee if you prefer that."

"I, uh, whatever you're having." Gaara cautiously approached the table and chairs, and pulled out the one furthest away from the kitchen to sit on.

"It will be just another minute or two."

"Thank you." I could see Gaara sitting at the table, unsure of what to do next. In all his years in Konoha between staying there and in Sand, he had never been invited into another person's house. He'd been in the academy, in the offices, in inns, in meetings, in public, in Temari and Kankuro's apartment, but never anyone else's. At least that I knew about. After seeing his eyes dart around nervously, I wanted to calm his apprehension.

"Make yourself at home." Did I really just say that? I must really be shaken up from that time with Sasuke earlier. First, I invite this weirdo into my home and then I tell him to make himself at home while I prepare tea? This is unreal.

The tea and tea drinking supplies make a low clanking noise when the tray was placed on the table. I handed Gaara a teacup and reached over to pour him tea. He stared at the cup in front of him and the steam that arose from around the rim, daring not to look up, it seemed. He looked really uncomfortable. I returned to my side of the table and poured my own cup, picking it up with both hands after I had returned the teapot to the tray. I breathed over the top and took a small sip. It needed sugar. I reached for the sugar bowl in the center of the table and put a spoonful of sugar in my cup and stirred it until it had dissolved. I took another sip. Gaara was still staring at the tea cup.

"Would you like sugar?" He finally looked up at me with an expression I couldn't quite describe.

"Is it better with sugar?" I was taken slightly off guard. Had he never had sugar in his tea?

"Would you like to try a sip of mine?"

"Uh, that, uh, I..." he looked at me like I was losing my mind. I realized what I had just asked. It was an indirect kiss. He couldn't be thinking that could I have been implying that? This is Gaara in my house. HE could kill me in a second an there wouldn't be anything that I could do to save myself.

"Ah, uh-"

"It wouldn't be right of me to take your tea. I will just try the sugar in mine." He added sugar to his tea just as I had, I guess that he was watching me from across the table. I watched Gaara as he stirred his tea, careful not to clink the spoon against the sides of the cup. When he was done stirring his tea, he brought the cup up slowly to his mouth and took a sip. He cringed in pain and sand whirled around him knocking the teacup to the floor. The cup was thick enough not to break, but the tea had splattered everywhere.

"Ah! Are you ok? What happened? Gaara?" He looked like he was in pain, and if I didn't know better, I'd say that he was embarrassed.

"It was just hotter than I had thought, I burnt my tongue. I am sorry for the trouble I have caused you, I'll leave."

"Wait, Gaara, it was just a mistake, it's still storming out, let me just get a rag to clean that up with." I hurried into the kitchen and then back. I went immediately to the floor trying to get all of the tea up before it warped the wood.

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault you were born that way- "my eyes shot open staring at the floor. Did I just say that? Did I just insult a guy who could kill me in a second? I was afraid to stop cleaning the now absorbed tea off the carpet.

"I think that I should leave." His voice sounded cold. It really wasn't his fault that he was born that way, it just slipped out of her mouth.

"Gaara, I'm sorry. Mistakes happen for a reason that's all. That wasn't how I intended it to come out. Please, I'm sorry. It isn't Naruto's fault either that the Kyubi is sealed in him. That demon has its ways of protecting him too, so please, really, I didn't mean anything by it." I stood up slowly to look at him, hoping that it would not be my last moment on earth.

"I see. Then can I... help you with anything?"

'No, I'm almost done." I saw that his shirt got tea on it. "Ah, Gaara, your shirt, let me get something to dab it with."

"It's fine."

"No, really, I should have warned you that the tea was hot. Just wait a minute." I returned to him with a clean towel. I began to dab at the spots where hot tea had gotten and Gaara just sat there, motionless. There was a lot of tea that got on his shirt. Maybe he should take it off.

"Is that all?"

"There is a lot of tea on your shirt, and its still going to be damp. If you want to take it off you can." What was I saying? What am I doing? This can't be happening. This has to be a dream.

"I guess you're right." Gaara began to pull his short off over his head. Wow. I can't believe he has that sort of body. Those muscles, that definition, that skin, its so smooth and perfect, no mark or scar disrupt its purity. I began to blush and then turned away. What am I thinking? I heard a chair move. Gaara must be getting up. I am too embarrassed in this situation to do anything...

"Uh, did you, uh, want me to, uh, put it in the wash?"

"Can I just hang it over this chair to dry?"

"Sure, if that's what you want." I turned to look at him. His eyes were so green and so clear, just like mine. He just looked at me, and I felt a chill race down my spine. "Is everything okay?"

"You're bleeding." He pointed to my chest. Sure enough, there was a red stain growing larger, I was suddenly aware and I wrapped my arms around my chest, falling to the floor in pain.

"Let me take your shirt off, we need to bandage that that wound up before you lose too much blood."

"Mmm. Yeah, that's probably a good idea." Gaara stepped towards me further and leaned down to take hold of the bottom hem of my shirt. He was so close to me that I almost forgot about my pain in lieu of amazement at my situation.

"Just move your arms for a bit, so I can help you." I obliged and he started with the bottom button and worked his way up, not slowly, but not to fast as to startle me. When he reached the button that was over my bra he looked at me, asking for my permission with his eyes.

"Mmm," I nodded my head. He paused over the button and turned slightly red in the cheeks. He then unbuttoned it, slower than the others and resumed his previous pace with the remaining ones. He slipped my shirt off from my shoulders towards my back. My chest was bleeding a lot, and I could only look away red in the face.

"Where are your first aid supplies?"

"In the bathroom." He picked me up and cradled me in his arms.

"Which way?" I pointed to the hall.

"Last door on the left." He walked quickly to the bathroom, and his movement did not jolt me from my position at all. Once we were in the bathroom he placed me sitting down on the counter where the sink was. "The bandages and ointments are in the closet behind you." Gaara pulled out the first aid kit from the closet and put it net to me on the counter. He then looked for a towel, and after finding one, dampened it with water and began to clean the blood away.

"Ah chacha, it hurts!" I breathed in deeply between my teeth.

"I'm sorry. I've never done this before, and I, well, don't require first aid." He looked down.

"Just don't use as much force near the gash." Where did I even get a gash like this? It came out of nowhere, there was not even a wound there from earlier that could have opened up.

Gaara worked quickly, cleaning the area, applying the ointment to prevent infection and help it heal, and then providing the bandages. He was especially careful when he wrapped the bandages around my body. It was like I was a porcelain doll to him that he didn't want to break. When he was done he asked me where he should take me. I told him my bedroom. "It's up the stairs."

He was careful in picking me up again and careful as he carried me up the stairs. When we reached my bedroom, he gently laid me down on the bed. Underneath the dark circles of his eyes and beyond the armored exterior, to me, right now, is a man. I don't know where my mind is, or why I am thinking what I am thinking. Maybe the shock I received from Sasuke earlier was the cause of all of this. I couldn't help myself from saying, "Gaara, kiss me." My chest hurt by not from the gash. I was in pain, but only in my heart. I wanted someone to take that pain away. I looked up at him and he looked down at me like I was crazy, as if I had lost my mind.

Gaara stood above me for what seemed like forever and I could not even imagine what was going on in his mind. He finally sat down on the bed beside me. "Why are you asking something like that of me? I have no experience."

"Then let me teach you..." I pulled Gaara down to me and took his lips softly so he could get used to the feeling. "Does your tongue still hurt from the hot tea?"

"A little, but don't worry about it. That's my fault."

"Let me see your tongue." Gaara opened his mouth and let his tongue leave his mouth. I moved towards it, kissing it, licking it, and taking it into my mouth and lightly sucked on it. "Does it feel better?" Gaara nodded. He still had this blank expression on his face.

"Gaara, make me feel better. I hurt inside and I just want to forget this pain. Please?" I looked at him imploringly.

"I don't know how to make pain go away."

"Just kiss me all over - can you do that?" At this point I don't care how bold I am being, I just want to forget my pain, and help him with his.

"Kiss you?"

"Like this..." I started trailing my lips across his face and down his neck. I stopped where his neck met his collarbone and sucked there for a little bit, leaving him with a mark. I kissed down his chest, over his taught nipples and down his stomach. I started to remove the gourd from his back when he stopped me.

"I don't want you getting hurt again." He lifted the strap around his head and placed it next to him. I pulled him down on the bed so he was beside me. I started where I left off kissing a trail down his abdomen, stopping short of the hem of his pants and kissed my way back up making sure that his other side received the same attention. I went back for his lips and placed my tongue in his mouth, begging for him to kiss me back.

"You want me to do that to you?"

"Yes."

Gaara leaned over me and paused, as if he were afraid to continue. He cautiously brought his lips to my face and kissed a rainbow over my mouth and down my neck. He returned the hickey that I gave him and when he saw the bruise he stopped. "I've hurt you."

"It's ok, it doesn't hurt at all. You have the same mark that I now do, and it doesn't hurt, does it?" He shook his head no.

He started kissing down my sides, around my breasts and down below the bandage. His mouth started to move back up and hovered carefully over my left nipple. Gaara leaned down a slight bit more and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking on it, ever so lightly, just as I had sucked on his tongue before. He stopped after a minute and moved to suck on my other nipple while fingering the one he had just taken. The pleasure that I was feeling was starting to overtake me. "Mmm... Gaara... that feels really good, don't stop." He listened to what I said and he didn't stop. All he did was switch between my now hard nipples, making sure that neither was neglected.

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From his lookout in the corner Gaara could see the change in Sakura's sleeping. She was moving a little more than she had been, and slight, whispered moans were coming from her mouth. Was she in pain again? Is she dreaming? What is she dreaming about? Gaara didn't dream. Every time he closed his eyes and drifted off even a little, he was brought back to his never ending reality by Shukaku, who taunted him and devoured him while he slept.

"Gaara..." His eyes shot open again.

"Am I supposed to wake her? What does she want damnit? I just don't get it..." Gaara was getting more and more irritated by the second.

"Gaara... don't stop... mmm... keep going..."

Gaara's little bit of patience for the crazy woman in front of him was waning. The next time that she called his name he was going to wake her up no matter the consequences. What was she doing calling his name?

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"Keep kissing me there Gaara. Oh, don't stop!" I have never been kissed between my legs before. I have read about it unintentionally, but I never imagined that it would feel this good. Gaara kept working at my clit, kissing it, and sucking on it, like I had taught him when I sucked his tongue. He was making me feel so good I wanted to return the favor. Pulling him away from my center of gravity, I ran my fingers through his hair and brought him next to me. I used my arms to prop myself up and then I crawled to the bottom of the bed where I began to take off his pants.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to return the favor. I promise it won't hurt." With that I pulled his pants down after undoing the buckle, button and zipper. I pulled his boxers down to expose his penis. It was hard as I had expected, and it was large, as I had not expected. I started at the tip of the monument and worked my way down with my mouth deep throating him more and more. I used my fingers to caress the sac that lied underneath and Gaara couldn't stop from moaning softly. He had his fingers in my hair, massaging my scalp, bringing my mouth back down to the base of his dick where he thrusted.

"Sakura, that feels really amazing. I never knew I could feel this way."

"Do you want to feel even better?"

"Is it possible to feel better than this?" I nodded.

"You can make love to me."

"Make love?"

"Um hmm..." I moved back up the bed and lied down on my back. "Gaara, come on top of me." He paused for a minute before he turned over and brought himself over me, using his arms on either side of my head to keep himself steady. His face was no longer blank. It was interested, it was yearning. "You need to put your penis a little further south than where you were kissing me. Gaara make a sound to let me know he understood what I meant. I could feel the tip of his dick sliding across my folds looking for the entrance. "Argh! Ah... agh..." I couldn't help screaming out in pain.

"I hurt you again. What am I supposed to do? I'm sorry."

"It always hurts the first time, Gaara, you didn't hurt me. Just stay there, don't move until I tell you its ok." I looked up at him and I could see the sweat on his face the moisture that had condensed on his skin. The moonlight reflected off of him in a breathtaking spectrum. The pain inside of me subsided, and I gazed into his eyes. "Do you remember how just now when my mouth was around your dick, you thrusted it in and out?"

"Yeah."

"Do the same thing this time. Just move in and out of me at a steady pace." Gaara's thrusts became more and more urgent. They became deeper and deeper as his breathing and my breathing quickened. My hips responded to him by thrusting with him and the pleasure that I was feeling made me forget about everything. I wanted to feel this way forever.

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"... mmm... Gaara..."

"Again?! Ok, this time I am going to wake her up." He moved from the corner where he spent most of his time and cowered over her figure on the bed. "Oy-"

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"That's it! Keep going! Thrust harder, mmm... yeah... keep going, I think I'm gonna-" I didn't want to lose this feeling at all. I was reaching a new high. Not even Sasuke made me feel this way. He is working so hard, I can see it in his face. He's losing control like I am...

"Oy-" What?"Wake up" Huh? Wake up?

What is he saying now? "Wait, don't stop..."

"Oy-"

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"Oy- wake up. Is everything ok? You've been moaning. Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Sakura's eyes started to flutter open. She was looking in my direction but it seemed that she was trying to focus her eyes, unaware that it was me in front of her.

"Ugh, this pain in my chest... who's there?" She rubbed at her eyes framed with dried tears.

"Gaara... of the Sand." There would be no point in lying to her.

"Gaara...? ....... What are you doing in my bedroom?" She shot up and in the process doubled over because she had moved too quickly and her wound was aggravated.

"I had to bandage you up since you attacked me. You've been calling my name so I finally decided to wake you up to see if you needed to go to the hospital."

"Calling your name?" She paused, looking confused for a second until her eyes grew wide. "Ah! Oh no... What else did I say? She began to panic.

"You called my name and told me not to stop and to keep going. You moaned a little. I have no idea what you are talking about. I am just concerned for your wellbeing since it was my sand that returned your shuriken back to you. If there isn't anything wrong, I am going to leave."

Sakura's face turned very red and then toned down. "Just leave. Thank you for your concern, but I am fine. It was a result of my own misjudgment anyway." She laid back down, facing away from me.

I stood there, for a second, shocked that she didn't scream at me, or cower in fear. She told me to leave, so I disappeared in a whirl of sand, leaving only the eye of sand behind...

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Phew. That was a long chapter. This took about 3 and some odd hours to write. So there was a 'lemon'... good? Bad? Not sour enough? Needed to be in reality? I am not a lemon writer by trade, but I tend not to go for the sex scenes that rely on dirty words and images from H-doujins.

Like? Dislike? Let me know! Please review!!! I love reviews more than I love the idea of getting screwed by Gaara... <looks around> <good, he's not watching ;D >

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