Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Together With You: A Gaara Story ❯ Don't Ever Leave Me ( Chapter 34 )

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Recap:

Gaara eagerly stepped forward and gently touched Shiruki's jawline, pulling her into the kiss. Their lips touched and sparks were renewed. Everyone cheered and Shiruki jumped a little. All kinds of things fell on the two. Rice, confetti, sake...you name it. Gaara and Shiruki linked arms and walked away and towards the Kazekage tower, pausing momentarily for Shiruki to throw the bouquet backward. She peeked over her shoulder and saw that it was Temari who had caught it. She stood next to Shikamaru and Shiruki noticed blushes on the both of them. Shiruki and Gaara exchanged glances before continuing on their way. The next couple to get hitched...what a wedding and a half that would be!

 

 

Chapter 34: Don't Ever Leave Me

 

Shiruki sat on the bed of hers and Gaara's new room and played with her hair. She had just now taken it down and found all the troublesome bobby pins and clips. She looked at the bedside table and sighed dramatically. So many pins. No wonder her head was killing her when Temari fixed her hair. She had shed her dress long ago, leaving her in a blood red half top that stopped below her breasts, showing off her stomach perfectly. The sleeves, of course, looped around her middle fingers. It was shoulderless and had a heart cut out in the center of her chest, revealing cleavage. Her bottoms, she had not bothered to put on. She currently sat in black bikini styled underwear, showing off Gaara's mark perfectly. She was waiting for said red head to get out of the shower. She went over to the mirror and started to remove the layers of make-up.

 

Minutes ticked by slowly and Shiruki stared distastefully at the mounds of tissue that had the make-up that had clouded her face all day on it. There were stacks and stacks of it. Could you say....overkill? Shiruki stared at herself in the mirror. Her hands rested under her chin as she stared stoicly at her reflection. Nothing had changed. Except, her complexion seemed to have taken on a glowing look. She looked almost heavenly. She was soon lost in a daydream and, before she knew it, arms wrapped around her shoulders and a kiss was planted ever so softly on her cheek. She snapped from her daze and now focused on an image of Gaara holding her and staring at her in the reflection lovingly. Not a trace amout of lust in his eyes. At least...not yet. Shiruki brought her hands up to rest on his forearms as she smiled back at the reflection. She saw the corners of his lips twitch and turn upward. He was happy. Shiruki was happy. All of Suna and Konoha was happy. Everything worked out for the better.

 

Shiruki sighed contently as Gaara placed another feather-light kiss on her cheek. He trailed it down to her neck and lingered for a while. She could still feel the moistness of his skin. It was sinfully arousing. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back on his shoulder. He smirked against her skin and kissed her jawline one more time before letting go. She whined at the loss and turned to face him, still sitting. Gaara stood there in all his glory, wet, and half naked. He wore form fitting black boxers. He wasn't hard, but one could still tell he was well endowed. Shiruki's eyes didn't even wander down to that part of his body. She was still waged in a war of staring lovingly at her new Kazekage husband. He held out his hand to her and she took it without breaking eye contact. He helped her up and their chests touched. Gaara let his hand rest on her hip at the small of her back and Shiruki watched as he looked at their hands. He allowed his hand to circle hers and grab ahold of her wrist. He placed it around his neck and Shiruki allowed her other hand to do the same. He ran his hand down her arm and down her side, resting it on her other hip. The action was so intimate, so loving, that Shiruki could have sworn, if she didn't know him for as long as she did, that this was not Gaara. No words were spoken. No words needed to be spoken.

 

Gaara leaned in for a kiss. As soon as his lips touched Shiruki's, she felt a sudden fluttering in both her chest and her stomach. She let out a content whimper and Gaara touched his tongue to her lips, sliding it across the slit until she opened for him. She did and when their tongues touched, Shiruki's grip around his neck tightened possessively, as if he'd leave at any time. Gaara broke the kiss a minute later to look at Shiruki. He grabbed her hands in his gently and started to lead her to the bathroom. “Come with me,” he smirked.

 

Shiruki smiled and followed, supressing a whine. He escorted her into the bathroom where she saw red rose petals in the bathtub and candles lighting the room dimly. She was almost brought to tears at this beautiful sight. It was all too romanitc. Her eyes fell on her husband to see his eyes shining angelicly in the dim lighting. She smiled softly at him. “Gaara...what is this?” she asked with a small smile.

 

Gaara smirked and pulled her flush against him. He kissed her forehead and looked down at her. “A bath,” he said sarcastically. Shiruki laughed a little and shook her head. “Get in,” he urged her, walking backward with her against him. She followed and stopped in front of the tub. She looked at the water quizically before looking back at Gaara. As if reading her mind, Gaara smirked. “Not this time. I already bathed,” he said with a smirk.

 

Shiruki whined cutely and snapped her fingers before smiling. She shrugged and sighed softly. She slid her fingers out of the loops in the middle fingers and started to strip from her shirt. This was easily accomplished and she peeked at Gaara to see his full attention on her. She smiled and covered her bare breasts playfully. “My, my...Gaara is a pervert,” she teased. Gaara smirked and walked up to her. They stared at each other longingly. He brought his hand up to run it along her cheek and down to her neck. He traced her skin softly down her shoulders and slid to her upper back. They shared another kiss and Gaara hooked his finger in her underwear. She helped him slide them off and step out of them, breaking the kiss momentarily. He kissed her chastely and nudged her into the tub. She stayed. “Are you sure you don't want to join me?” she asked with the irresistably famous pout that always worked on the Kazekage. Gaara stared at her and shook his head. She sighed and smiled nonetheless. “Alright...you win...” she sighed. She stepped into the tub and shivered as the warm water surrounded her being. She leaned back with a sigh and Gaara knelt at the side. He crossed his arms on the tub and smiled at his love taking pleasure in the simple things. She opened an eye to peek at him and saw him staring intently at her. She giggled and blushed. “Geez, Gaara...if I didn't know any better...I'd say you were checking me out,” she winked. Gaara snickered and flicked a rose petal onto her nose. She blew at it cutely and giggled when she saw Gaara cover his mouth, silencing his laughter. She smiled and started to bathe herself. It was then that Gaara started to undress. He slipped in behind her and took over washing her hair. He started to scrub his favorite rose scented shampoo into her scalp, massaging her gently. Shiruki let out a sigh and closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. He finished and she rinsed. Suds and roses now floated on the water. She blushed as she saw Gaara reach for the rose scented soap. “Uh...Gaara? What're you-“

 

Gaara smirked and shushed her delicately. He lathered it up and started to let his hands roam over her body. He dragged his hand down her arms and paid special attention to the underside of her breasts. He kissed her neck gently and Shiruki's breathing became erratic. He continued to drag his hands lower, slowing closing in on each other as they neared her femininity under the water. He stopped just below her belly button and dragged them back up. He rounded her breasts again, teasing her by not touching her. “Gaara...stop teasing,” she said in a raspy voice. Gaara just smirked and continued his actions, slowly working his way in to her nipples. His fingers brushed against them briefly and Shiruki moaned. “Gaara!” she moaned. “I don't know how much more...I can take,” she moaned.

 

Gaara smirked and nuzzled his nose to her ear. “You're fine...” he whispered in that seductive voice of his. He finished lathering her up and she rinsed. Gaara made to get out of the tub, leaving a hot and heavy Shiruki to sit there, panting. He quickly dried off and Shiruki caught a glimpse of his manhood. The bastard wasn't even hard! He quickly dressed and turned back to his wife. He held out his hand to her and she seemed so entranced by the water glistening on his body that she took his hand in a daze, unaware of what she was doing. He helped her out of the tub and started to dry her off with the towel, paying special attention, yet again, to her feminine parts, teasing her even more. She glared at him and Gaara pretended to not see it. He wrapped her up in the towel and escorted her into the bedroom.

 

Shiruki turned on him and threw her arms around his neck. Before she could plant her lips on his, Gaara caught her with his finger on her lips. She whined and bit his finger. “I am really not liking you right now, Sabaku no Gaara,” she growled. Gaara smirked and retracted his finger from her mouth. He kissed her softly and Shiruki just stood there, following his lead. She obviously didn't know where she stood at the moment. Gaara was, once again, in control of everything. Not like she minded, but it got annoying when you were sexually teased and left then teased again. It got rather nerve wracking, especially when your body begged for release.

 

She felt herself being backed up onto the bed and she suddenly hit it. She stopped and Gaara smirked against her lips, giving another slight push, making her fall on her back on the bed. Gaara held onto the towel, however, leaving her bare and naked on the bed in a very, in Gaara's opinion, sexy position. He observed her for a minute before shrugging and straddling her. He began his torture again and nipped at her neck softly, earning a low moan from Shiruki. She arched into him, but Gaara refused to continue lower. She whined and begged him, but he would not give in to her demands. He uttered one word: “Patience.” Shiruki whined and sighed. She nodded reluctantly and tried to tell herself mentally not to give into his sexual advances. She failed miserably. Everything Gaara did set off something inside of her. A kiss on the neck, a nip on the collarbone, a sliding touch down her shoulder, everything. It was as if her senses shot through the roof.

 

Gaara trailed his hands down her hips and down to her thighs where he started to finger the insides of her thighs. Shiruki moaned at the feeling and spread her legs further. Gaara felt her heat on his navel and had to refrain from just thrusting into her like a rabid animal. Instead, he inserted a finger into her feminine folds. She writhed beneath him, arching into his hand. “Gaara,” she whined. The look in her eyes was a pleading one. She wouldn't last much longer if he kept teasing her like this. Gaara hovered above Shiruki and she suddenly snatched Gaara's towel off of him, leaving him naked as well. Gaara looked down and then back at Shiruki who wore a smirk. Gaara raised a nonexistent brow and smirked at his eager lover. Shiruki felt another finger being inserted and she couldn't take it anymore. She threw him on the bed next to her and straddled him. Gaara looked rather surprised at this, but the emotion was quickly replaced with amusement. She started riding his hand and Gaara couldn't help but relish the sight. It was damn near sexy what his lover was doing right now. The look on her face, the blush on her cheeks, everything was ten times better than last time they made love. Shiruki removed Gaara's fingers and placed him at her entrance. She wasted no time in impaling herself on him, causing Gaara to arch under her. She lolled her head back and she calmed down a little while she gained her breath back. She looked down at Gaara and he saw relief flutter into her icy blue eyes. She bent down and kissed him softly. He returned the kiss and grabbed her hips securely. He gripped them tightly and pulled her down further while thrusting his hips upward, earning a loud moan from Shiruki. She looked down at him and started to shiver. She smiled. “No more teasing?” she panted.

 

Gaara smirked. He flipped her on her back again and kissed her neck. “No more teasing,” he confirmed seductively. Shiruki wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Gaara sat back on his knees and grabbed ahold of Shiruki's hips again. He started to pick her up and slam her back down while thrusting up at the same time. Shiruki moaned louder than before, if it were at all possible, and grabbed ahold of Gaara's shoulder for support. Gaara latched onto her collarbone and continued to impale her on his cock. When he couldn't take it anymore, he laid her on her back again and started to thrust into her swiftly, earning more moans and gasps from his lover. “Shiruki,” he muttered as he took her breast in his hand and planting a kiss on her lips roughly.

 

Shiruki moaned and arched into him, digging her nails into his shoulderblades. “Gaara!” she moaned in ecstasy. Pure bliss. She hadn't felt this good in a long time. She felt her climax swiftly approaching and she bit into his shoulder. Gaara grunted and increased his speed, feeling her tell him she neared her finale. His thrusts became rougher and deeper, not to mention faster, thrusting deeper and harder with each impalement. Shiruki was no longer moaning; she was screaming. You'd think she was being brutally murdered. Shiruki pulled Gaara close, as close as she could, and moaned one last time before climaxing loudly. Gaara thrust in a few more times, feeling her muscles clench and tighten around him sporadically and came inside her. He collapsed onto his elbows, resting his head on her shoulder to catch his breath. Shiruki shakily brought her hand up to his cheek and Gaara looked at him, quivering himself. Sweat mingled, breaths collided, bodies entwined, hearts raced. Shiruki had a tired, yet loving smile on her face as she panted. Her hand shook on his cheek and he kissed her palm lazily. “I love you, Gaara,” she said in a quivering voice.

 

Gaara pulled out of her weakly and laid on his side, pulling her into him. “Aishiteru...Shiruki,” he whispered, covering them up and holding her close.

 

Shiruki lazily performed the demon sealing jutsu on her new husband and Gaara repeated it in the same manor. They were about to go to sleep when a banging came at the door. Shiruki and Gaara decided to ignore it until they heard snickers and grumbles on the other side of the door. “Congratulations, you two! You managed to wake all of Suna!” Temari yelled on the other side of the door. Shiruki blushed furiously and Gaara snickered. Shiruki and Gaara started to laugh loudly. Whoops!

 

 

A/N: Epilogue is the last chapter! That is the last chapter in the Together With You series! ^^ Thanks to all my readers!