Naruto Shippuden Fan Fiction ❯ Healing a pained heart ❯ Make up ( Chapter 18 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

*The morning of Gaara’s departure*

Gaara took a step towards her and called her name. When she didn’t reply, he took another step and another one, calling her name continuously. Maybe she didn’t hear him or maybe she gave him the silent treatment. He was always in the dark as to why she was angry with him. Gaara only called her name in whispers, afraid of disturbing Sakura. He was right behind his lover when he raised his hand to touch her shoulder. No, she’ll be angry. I’ll try to get her out of her mind first. How should I start?

Gaara’s sand swirled around the room and around Sakura in a slow, soothing manner, just enough to make her feel a warm aura. It was a dance of dust. Golden sand wandered in front of Sakura’s face when his left hand gently touched her upper arm. He held his breath hoping she won’t push him away. When she didn’t do anything, his fingers travelled lower, caressing her elbow, then her forearm and finally stopped at her wrist, encasing it.

Sakura swallowed air and took him by surprise when she opened her mouth to speak:

“You are right.” She swallowed her pride because there was no reason to deny this simple truth. “There is no need for you to apologize.” It wasn’t his fault. He only told the truth.

Gaara expected screams, upbraiding, anything except this. He was used to fight with his sister. Temari was never silent. How should he get Sakura out of this condition? The sand in front of her took the shape of a cherry blossom. It made her relax slightly. Gaara saw her face from the sand’s point of view, even if his body was behind her. Tenderness replaced the toughness of her face and it gave Gaara courage. I have a chance.

“Let my precious tell me how much I upset her. I want to know how many sleepless nights I will spend making a daira to earn her forgiveness.”

The back of his fingers gently travelled up and down her arms. His lips whispered behind her left ear, sending shivers down her spine. Her eyes looked into distance, but she didn’t say anything.

“Should it be 3 nights?”

She didn’t move a single muscle.

“7 then?”

Sakura’s brows furrowed at that, pondering the question.

“100 nights?”

Sakura’s eyes were as big as onions.

“No.” She tried to turn around and protest, but he gripped her shoulders to keep her in place, facing the window just like before.

“Nonsense. If you refuse to tell me, I will give the punishment myself. 100 nights for my bad mouth to make up to you.”

“No, there’s no need...”

“Then tell me what you want and I will give it to you. My little cherry blossom deserves to always wear a smiling face.” He traced her cheek with his finger and it made Sakura smile right before his finger touched her lips. She parted her lips and caught his thumb between her teeth before she bit lightly.

“My girlfriend is a holy temple where an unrefined man like me can only enter with his bare feet and head bowed. Every word that leaves my mouth must be punished because it destroys the peace and defiles her. She is merciful because she doesn’t look at me. She knows I would turn into ashes under the light of her eyes. My only wish is to sit in a corner and sob. She is the temple of life that consumes me like the fire consumes the candle. I pray my girlfriend will never send me away, because if she does, I will have to leave my heart there and go out into the world as a corpse. I worship all of her sides and I pray she deems me worthy of kissing each centimeter of her body with these impure lips. And if I can’t be a man, then let me be a spider, an insect no matter how small. Let me stay and admire you, forgetting to eat or drink. This would be the most wonderful death. Don’t deprive this nameless man of your tenderness and beauty.”

As Gaara spoke, his fingers moved from her shoulder to her back, on the way to her waist before finally resting on her left hip bone. It was a possessive grip, which he knew she liked. His right hand caressed her right cheek with the back of his fingers, then went lower to her neck. He ended up tracing the outline of her breast before this hand also rested on her hip bone. Gaara pulled her into him with both hands. Their bodies were now glued to each other. His lips have never moved from her ear, where the earrings he gave her shone. His planted openmouthed kissed on her ear, in her hair, on her neck and shoulder. His lips left behind a burning desire to be consumed whole. She fidgeted in his arms and she started moaning. Sakura got drunk on so much praise no one else has provided for her before. His voice only, buried the painful memories in her mind. It continued digging regardless of the earth beaten by the steps of so many demons. Gaara was the hope she clung to with her teeth. His presence healed any pain. His lips stitched any wound, smearing balm over it.

She turned her face to the side. A whole nation’s desire was contained in a single kiss. Pleasure woke the animal in Gaara and it made his touch firm, possessive and wild. Sakura was only his and Gaara was only hers. His left hand descended between her legs to caress her sweetness before he pressed lightly, feeling her wetness.

Her smell flooded his nostrils. Her breathing was labored. His other hand closed around her neck and squeezed, but not enough to cut the air supply. He then descended on her left breast. Sakura desperately clung to him with her hands. The room was spinning with her. Her thighs rubbed against each other, ending up by pressing his fingers in a really good spot. Gaara bit her lip and pinched her left nipple at the same time. That was when she hissed in pain and the man grew alarmed in seconds.

“Too hard? I’m sorry.” Gaara gently cupped her left breast and massaged to make the pain go away.

“No, it’s not that. It’s the nipple you pulled last night. It’s still sensitive.” Sakura replied.

“Oh.” Gaara smirked at the memory. “Your breast is sweeter than honey and softer than a feather.”

“Mhm, Gaara?”

“Hm?”

“Do you think you can give me a love bite here?” Sakura showed him a spot close to her left shoulder.

“Sure, just tell me if I bite too hard.”

Sakura grabbed a fistful of his fire red hair waiting for his fangs to pierce her skin. Gaara moved her hair to the side to give him access to her neck. He kissed the spot she showed earlier, then grabbed her fragile skin between his teeth and bit at the same time as he sucked to give her a beautiful red mark. Sakura refrained from straining her muscles and a jolt of pleasure pierced the area between her thighs, where his hand still lived.

Gaara made sure he did his job before he set the abused flesh free. He ended by kissing the spot with care and pride.

“All done.”

Sakura touched the spot with the tips of her fingers and smiled happily.

“Now” She turned around to face him fully after she made sure the hand that touched her juices returned to his side. “I want one more mark from you.” She untied the straps that kept her body hidden and the dress fell to the floor, leaving her in panties only. “Here” Her hand touched the right breast, taking her nipple between her fingers to pull a little.

There was something beastly in his eyes. He looked at her as if he wanted to devour her. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her chest. His erect penis felt painfully hard and Gaara prayed to not lose his self-control and jump on her. He swallowed air because none of his hands touched her at that moment.

“Be a good boy and follow me.” Sakura said when she took his hand to pull him towards the bed. He looked at her ass from behind and licked his lips. Her panties covered too much skin.

Sakura guided him to sit on the edge of the bed with his legs parted, feet touching the floor. She stood between his legs. His eyes were hazy and he tried to bury his face between her breasts. Luck wasn’t on his side because Sakura pulled him by the hair so he couldn’t get close.

“You said you don’t want to upset me, didn’t you?”

He could hardly raise his gaze from her erect nipples to watch her face. Her body was all he could see before his eyes. He could only swallow air in response to her question.

“Then listen to me. You can’t use your hands, but I will let you use your mouth. Only where I say so. Ok?”

Gaara whined and his hands gripped the inside of his thighs tightly. She cocked her brow and it gave him the impulse to nod. Sakura smiled with satisfaction when she tested him by touching herself. Her index finger showed him where she wanted the next mark. Her right hand grabbed a fistful of his hair to bring his face closer, almost suffocating him with her breast. Gaara opened his mouth to bite before sucking frantically at the swell of her breast. The red mark was there and his sinful mouth tried to taste her nipple. Unfortunately, Sakura pulled him by the hair away from her. Gaara grunted in disappointment and begged her with his eyes to allow him just one taste. She wouldn’t waver.

Sakura looked down at him with pride, like a sovereign. She bit her lip because she knew he liked it. He was very close to losing control.

“Remember, no touching.”

She checked the red mark on her breast and praised him.

“Good, you did well.”

“Don’t I deserve a reward?”

Sakura cocked her brow at him.

“Let me touch you.”

She shook her head.

“Just one hand.” Gaara was desperate.

Sakura shook her head again.

Gaara exhaled in exasperation.

“Then let me kiss you.” His lips hurried to her nether lips, but he was stopped a few millimeters away. He groaned like a wounded animal, but she didn’t relent.

“I want another mark here.” Her hand showed the inside of her thigh, very close to her sweetness.

His eyes sparkled. They could have melted her if she was made of sugar. She shifted her position with her feet on the bed, between his thighs. Her smell and beauty intoxicated him. The back of her right knee rested on his shoulder “for support” as Sakura explained. He grinned at her like a wolf grins at the deer. She guided his face closer to the spot using the hand still in his hair. She breathlessly waited for him to work his magic. The spot was so close to her sweetness, that it was wet with her juices. That is why Gaara tasted first before he sunk his teeth in her flesh for the third time. She moaned and pulled at his hair, holding onto his shoulder for support. Pleasure drove her crazy because she already imagined the exact moment Gaara touched her sweetness with his hot tongue. Her eyes were hazy and she didn’t even notice the waves of pleasure that shook her body when the first orgasm in her life bathed her in relief and shame. Gaara laughed with her skin still in his mouth because he enjoyed seeing the first of the many upcoming orgasms he was going to offer her. That was the moment he realized what was missing from their last love making. Now he knew what Sakura’s face is supposed to look like.

When Sakura came back from her high, she let go of him and tried to get off the bed at the same time. It was a poor and rushed decision because she lost balance. Thankfully, Gaara’s arms caught her just in time. Her hands were on his shoulders, her left foot on the floor and right knee between his legs on the bed. His right hand held her steady by the back of her knee, while the other one curled around her waist. Gaara sat her on his left thigh, with her knees draped over his right thigh, feet dangling. Sakura buried her face in her palms in shame. She couldn’t look him in the eye. Gaara was making efforts not to laugh. He started by kissing the hands that hid her face and she abruptly wrapped her arms around his neck, avoiding his eyes. She held him tight and refused to let go when he tried to push her away so he could watch her face.

Gaara wrapped his arms around her, too. He kissed below her shoulder, on her arm, before asking her:

”Why did you want marks?”

Sakura swallowed air before replying:

“I know you’re about to leave and I wanted something to remind me of you until you return.”

In fact, Sakura wanted something that reminded her she was his, but she was ashamed to admit it. This was the naked truth.