Electric
It's the first bonus lemon, aaaa! That means this isn't in RTK, it's just a deleted scene I am sharing with you here. You're welcome.
Electric
An inky sky, studded with stars, hanged like a canopy above the palace of Sunagakure, one fateful Summer night. The stars seemed closer, like he could reach out and touch them, the breeze so warm he had to remove his dressing gown as he left his room, searching for respite on the palace rooftop. In his dark blue sleeping robe, the Kazekage stood, silent, lost in thought and worry, looking down at his village, from the rooftop of his home. Months ago, he had struck the woman he loved with a pearl necklace on this very spot, marking her as his, forever. Their love had seen him overcome death, return to Earthly planes once more, just for a chance to look at her again. That delicate moonbeam that danced between the stars was fast asleep in their bed, a few floors below. The Kazekage had blown a straying curl of hair from her face as she slept, half-wishing for her to wake up, but she did not. So, contemplating a very serious issue that had been brought to his attention at a meeting with a villager that afternoon, Gaara sought solace in the empty rooftop of the palace. Here, alone, only kept company by his thoughts, perhaps he could come up with a solution to the villager's irrigation problem.
But he was not alone. That delicate dancing girl that he had left in his bed, was peering through the gap in the planks of the rooftop door at him. Wondering what thoughts he could be so lost in, what troubles had carried him away from their bed in the middle of the night? Being a little vain, Ai was a insulted: if Gaara was having such trouble sleeping, she could have offered him some relief from the boredom of a lonely night. But he had not troubled her, not stirred her, not pinned her down and begged for her attention as he had the night before.
She pushed on the door and walked out onto the rooftop. Gaara's silhouette was outlined against the starry night sky. He stood with his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on some distant point on the horizon, lost in thought. In the warmth of the desert night, he wore only his simple blue robe, the fabric fluttering gently in the breeze. She approached him quietly, wearing her white sleeping dress, small trinkets of diamond jewellery sparkling around her to match the stars in the sky. Her footsteps muffled by the soft soles of her silk slippers. When she was just a few feet away, Ai paused, taking a moment to admire the strong lines of his back, the way his hair glinted red in the moonlight. Would he forever have this hold over her? Would he forever be the most beautiful thing she had every seen?
"What is so pressing, Kazekage, that it stole you away from me in the middle of the night?" she teased, her voice cutting through the stillness of the night.
Gaara stiffened, his shoulders tensing at the sound of her voice. He turned slowly to face her, his expression one of worry and surprise. "Ai," he acknowledged, his tone flat. "I thought you were asleep."
Ai smirked, sauntering closer to him. "You cannot remove starlight from the sky, Gaara, do not separate yourself from me with worry," she said kindly, noting the crease in his brow, the lack of smile in appreciation for her poetry. "You're still concerned by your governing of the village today?" Ai knew, deep down, that Gaara was a good man, intelligent and just, he was a fair and excellent ruler of the village. But often, his stress, his worry, consumed him and he could see nothing else. Sometimes he was unsure of himself, unaware of how well-suited he was to the role of Kazekage and unable to find relief from the stress of his obligations. His love smirked at him knowingly; what did he think Ai was here for, if not to relieve him of the pressures of his title.
"What's so amusing?" Gaara questioned her smirk.
"I suppose I have always found it funny that a suitor for the political position of Kazekage is…so undemocratically decided," She watched as Gaara's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed on her, too caught up in his worry to see straight through her games.
"I'm not in the mood for games, Ai," he warned, his voice low.
But Ai was undeterred. She closed the distance between them, her hand reaching up to his face. "As though brute force has something to do with governing capability."Gaara's hand shot up to grasp her wrist, stilling her movements.
"Don't," he growled, his eyes flashing with something dark and dangerous, aware of the heat in the desert air between them. "I am not in the mood for your games, Ai." But his courtesan's smile turned sharp, her eyes glinting with challenge.
"Why?" she asked, her voice a silken breeze fluttering up to his ear. "Are you on the brink of something dangerous, Gaara?" He shuddered as she spoke, "are you frustrated with me? Have I overstepped?" She smiled as she could see the corners of Gaara's mouth battling a smirk at her words; all Ai ever seemed to do was overstep, right into him, every single night. Gaara closed his eyes to rid himself of the sight of her; her pink lips were full, she bit them in faux fear of what he might do to her. His grip tightened on her wrist, his sand armour creeping up his arm in response to his agitation. His crimson hair lifted up in the night breeze as he tried to forget that her white robe made it so easy to spy every curve, every dip, every delicious, mouthwatering part of her. The smell of her, the feeling of her pulse beneath his fingers, the thought of fucking her somewhere they could be found, was at war with his worry over the governing of the village that day, with the deep desire to remain the dutiful Kazekage, to regain control of himself.
"Are you so intent on being my undoing, Love?" He gritted out, his voice strained.
Ai leaned in closer, her free hand sliding down his chest, she laughed, the sound like tinkling water from a fountain in the courtyard. In a mocking tone, she smiled and said; "You are already undone, Kazekage." At her words, the thin thread holding Gaara's control together, snapped. His sand swirled around them, creating a cocoon that blocked out the rest of the world. The two teenagers were caught up in a world of darkness, the moon and stars their only light, each the only relief for the other. Ai gasped as sand snaked around her middle, pulling her towards the earth,
"On your knees," Gaara growled, watching in satisfaction as Ai's beautiful face showed surprise and fear as she was pulled to kneel in front of him. Leaning down, his blood red hair falling away from his face, Gaara put a hand to her face and pulled her lower lip down with his thumb. With her mouth forced open, Ai's breathing deepened as she felt that familiar, frustrating feeling of aching desire. With Gaara towering over her like this, completely in control of her, losing himself in his lust, it was impossible to say no to the man who owned her. "Is brute force so unagreeable to you, Love?" He whispered to her, "is my strength something I should be ashamed of?"Gaara dipped his thumb into her mouth as he licked his lips at the familiar sight of lust sparkling in her eyes. "Or is it the reason you lose your mind every night, Ai?" The Kazekage smiled in satisfaction as Ai's mind already left her, leaving her completely in physicality, completely at his mercy, completely consumed by lust.
Her hands were hastily unbuttoning his trousers, growing frustrated with the fabric of his long top that got in the way of her work. Standing to his full height, Gaara removed his top, watching in a lazy, almost intoxicated state, the sight of Ai, desperate for him. He watched in vain satisfaction as her eyes skimmed over his toned physique in the moonlight, before she freed his cock and took him in her hands.
Tilting his head back at the promise of relief, Gaara closed his eyes as he sighed and gasped in pleasure. His hips shuddered as her hands began to work him with a skill she had perfected over their last few months together. Pleasure was building inside of him, something was fit to break, when he looked down to see Ai staring up at him with heavy-lidded affection. She knew every inch of him, where to touch, where to taste, where to lick, where to moan. And as that delicate, dangerous woman brought the Kazekage into her mouth, she groaned in barely contained excitement as his hips buckled, as he moved with her, as he enjoyed her.
Gaara owned every part of her, he could tell her to turn over right now and she would, greedily, happily, as though it were the best thing anyone had ever said to her. She would take it like it was the only thing she existed for, as though she were on the brink of madness and Gaara's sex was the only answer. And he was. Right here, in this moment, she would go completely insane if he didn't fuck her, hurt her, make her scream in pleasure. She pulled back from him, earning a grunt of satisfaction from Gaara as he looked down angrily, infuriated that she thought she could stop.
But the look on her face, her lips plump from pleasuring him, panting hard from her work, her eyes misted over with the intoxication of lust…even Gaara could contain himself no longer. Ai lay back down, her eyes never leaving his, she beckoned him in with a bite of her lower lip.
He descended on her like she was is prey, kissing her deeply, before his mouth found her neck, his teeth scraping over her pulse point. Ai gasped, her hands lost in his dark red hair, pulling at it, causing him to wince. His touch was rough, almost brutal, but it only served to fan the flames of her desire higher.
Gaara's free hand roamed over her body, tugging at her clothes with increasing urgency. Finally, he yanked Ai's dress down, baring her breasts to the cool night air. For a moment they looked at one another and smirked as they realised what they were about to do, where they were, easily detectable to anyone who may come up to the roof. But what did it matter? What did they care? their bodies were in need of each other. Would you deny water to a dying palm tree? Deny a temple to a worshipper? No? Then the world could not deny them.
The Kazekage cupped them her breasts roughly, his thumbs flicking over her nipples, making her arch into his touch with a small cry. His mouth followed soon after, his tongue gliding over the sensitive peaks, his teeth grazing the tender flesh. The girl's eyes fluttered closed as she lost herself to the sensations. Gaara's touch was electric, his every caress stoking the fire that burned within her. She felt like she was coming apart at the seams, like she might shatter into a million pieces if he stopped touching her.
But Gaara had no intention of stopping. He kissed his way down her body, his lips and tongue tracing over her ribs, her stomach, the curve of her hip. When he reached her thighs, he paused, his breath hot against her skin.
"Tell me what you want, Ai," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. Ai lifted her head and looked to that handsome, roguish, devilish boy and smiled weakly. "Tell me what you need."
Ai's heart stuttered in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "You," she managed to choke out, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need you, Gaara. Please."
That was all the encouragement he needed. With a growl, he tore away the last of her clothing, leaving her bare before him. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her open, exposing her to his hungry gaze. And then his mouth was on her, his tongue delving deep, lapping at her most intimate places. Ai's hips bucked against his face, her hands fisting in his hair. The pleasure was intense, almost too much to bear, but she couldn't get enough. She wanted more, needed more, craved it like a drug.
The man who controlled her so effortlessly, worked her mercilessly, his fingers joining his tongue, thrusting into her. He curled them just so, hitting that spot deep inside her that made Ai see stars. "I can't scream," Ai whispered suddenly as though warning herself, "not here," she muttered, reminding herself that someone in the gardens might hear them. "Be gentle…slow down," she whimpered as her body shook and trembled, her nerve endings on fire with bliss. But her words just made her lover groan in excitement into her womanhood. The vibration of his sound was enough to push her over the edge. Ai put her hand over her mouth to prevent herself from moaning, she bit her hand and instead a delicate, high pitched squeal issued from her.
But Gaara wasn't finished with her yet, not with her making sounds he'd never heard before. Even as she was still coming down from her high, he surged up her body, claiming her mouth in a bruising kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue, could feel the hard length of him pressing against her thigh. He pulled away from her and rested his forehead against hers, both panting, both in agony from the wait.
"Do you think," he breathed "when I fuck you," Ai shuddered, opening her eyes to look at him, "you'll even remember the insolent things you said to me tonight?" The girl shook her head at him, she had already forgotten. "No," Gaara whispered, "I don't think you'll be able to think of anything except the feel of me inside of you." He was taunting her, teasing her, withholding himself from her, killing her inside.
Ai could only moan in response, her body already aching for his touch, her tongue desperate for the feel of his. Gaara kicked off his trousers, freeing himself from his last restraint, and then he was lifting her up, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist.
He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock nudging against her. Ai held her breath, waiting for him to thrust into her, to fill her up and make her whole. With a groan, tired from the lust, Gaara surged forward, burying himself completely inside her. Ai cried out as loudly as she dared, her nails digging into his back, her heels pressing into his rear. Ai opened her eyes and looked to the starry sky eying the Kazeakge, how was it, every time, she forgot the feel of him?How was it new, every night? How Gaara filled her up, how he pushed her to take more than she thought she could, how his dick hit that familiar spot of ecstasy?
And then he began to move, his hips snapping against hers in a punishing rhythm. Ai met him thrust for thrust, her body rising to meet his, their flesh seemingly searching for more contact, more force, more pleasure. They tried to keep their voices down, to keep the sounds of their sex quiet. The rooftop was filled with the sounds the harsh pants and grunts, the breathy moans and whispered pleas.
Gaara's fingers dug into Ai's hips, hard enough to leave bruises, but she relished the pain. It made everything feel more real, more intense, a tangible reminder of the passion they shared. She could feel another orgasm building deep in her core, her body coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust of his hips.
"Gaara," she gasped, but needn't say much more, he knew when she needed him, when she was begging for him. Gaara's hand slipped between their bodies, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in tight, hard circles.
"Come for me, Ai," he growled, his teeth closing over her earlobe. "Let me feel you give in." His words were her undoing. With a stifled cry, her body shuddering, Ai came over him. Her thighs clenched as her body tightened and fluttered against his dick, urging him towards his own release.
Gaara followed her over the edge with a groan into her neck, his hips stuttering as he spilled himself deep inside her. They clung to each other as the aftershocks rolled through them, their bodies trembling with the force of their shared climax.
For a long moment, they simply held each other, their hearts pounding in sync. Gaara's hand smoothed over Ai's back, his touch gentling, soothing the marks he had left on her skin. Ai nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his scent, savouring the feeling of being so close to him.
"I'm sorry," Gaara murmured after a while, his voice rough with emotion. "I shouldn't have lost control like that, I could have hurt you-"
Ai silenced him with a finger to his lips, her eyes soft and understanding. "You could never hurt me, Gaara," she told him, her voice firm with conviction. Gaara's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of fear or hesitation. When he found none, he let out a shuddering breath, his forehead dropping to rest against hers. "Will you be able to sleep now?"Ai giggled as Gaara looked down in shock, realising that he was not as in control as he thought he had been.
Wow…I haven't, uh, written one of those in a while. I need a cup of tea.
If you like my lemons, my new Shoto Todoroki fic will be equally…accceptable.
Anyone for that tea?