Gaara Lemon - Jealousy

Name: Misao Takashi

Age: 19 (Gaara’s 20)

Ninja rank: Not a ninja

I slid one green eye open, then snapped it shut as soon as the morning light hit it. I groaned, knowing that I was now probably incapable of going back to sleep. I heave myself into a sitting position, then proceeded with my morning stretching. Once I felt more awake, I slipped out of the king sized bed I’d had to myself for the past two nights and padded lightly over to the window. I gazed at the expecting clouds and sighed happily. I loved rain, the sound just made me feel so peaceful. Out of the corner of my eye, a red mop of hair attracted my attention. I smiled at Gaara even though he wasn’t looking. I'm rather ashamed to admit that the smiled was replaced with a confused look when I noticed that he wasn’t walking alone, but with a woman. A very beautiful woman. I swallowed the little bit of jealousy that had managed to bubble up into my throat. It was a wasted effort though, it boiled up and over as the woman hugged Gaara and he hugged her back! She then gave him a light peck on the cheek then walked off. I clenched my jaw, unknowingly doing the same with my fist as I scrutinized her more closely. She was impossibly beautiful, I wouldn’t have been surprised if she was a model, what with her height and body. Even from here I could tell that she had a perfectly proportioned body, unlike my petite, slight frame. Her shiny black hair was cut in a fashionable style, so different from my unusually colored hair, that refused to dye well.

A pair of well-toned arms wrapped themselves around my waist.

“You’re back.” I stated emotionlessly as he buried his face in my shoulder, breathing in deeply and sighing.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, when he realized I wasn’t responding to his actions.

“Who was she?” I shot back.

“Who? Amaya? She just works for me. She’s my secretary.” Gaara said.

“Do you think she’s prettier than me?” I whispered. He removed his arms from my waist and placed them on my shoulders turning me around.

“Misao, what’s wrong with you? Are you jealous?” he teased lightly.

I frowned. “Hmph. Maybe I am.” I stated defensively, “And you didn’t answer my question.” I pulled away from his hands and turned my head away. “Sometimes, I wish you still had the shukaku. Then I wouldn’t have anything to worry about.” I muttered, more to my shoulder than Gaara.

I didn’t really comprehend what I’d just said, what it meant. But I knew it was terrible. The atmosphere changed suddenly. It became cold and heavy, I could feel hurt emanating from Gaara. I looked up at Gaara with wide, repentant eyes and took in his devastated expression.

“No! Gaara, I- I didn’t mean it like th-“ I said, reaching out for him. He stepped back.

“Yes, you did. You meant exactly that.” He said coldly.

“I... It’s just… It’s hard having to watch girls throw themselves at you at every corner now that you're the Kazekage and everything, when not too long ago, they treated you horribly. Most of them are prettier than me, and smarter than me, and stronger than me, and-“

“You think I’ve forgotten that you accepted me when I was still a host? You think I'm going to just abandon you after everything we’ve been through?” he sounded a bit mad now, stepping closer and closer to me and me taking a nervous step back to maintain the space. When I hit the wall, he pressed his palms against the wall on either side of my head, his body close enough to where our chests were almost touching. He grabbed my chin roughly. “Don’t you trust me anymore? You used to believe anything I told you, even if it was slightly bizarre. You know that when we go walking down the street together, guys stare at you, even though I’m with you. I can only imagine how they’d act when you go out by yourself, but I don’t make you stay at home. Why? Because I trust you.”

By the time he was finished, his lips were a mere inch from mine, but it’s not like I could move, not with his seafoam green eyes boring into mine the way they were. My breathing seemed ridiculously loud to me, but there was no lifting the heavy atmosphere around us without saying something super awkward.

“I know, I'm sorry.” I said, submitting meekly. He moved his lips to my ear and breathed, “Don't you trust me?”

My breathing hitched slightly, “Yes.” I squeaked quietly. He licked my cheek then nibbled lightly on the shell of my ear. He kissed down my neck, earning a soft mew from me.

I could feel him smirk and he moved to rest his forehead against mine.

“Look at how neglected my little kitten is, moaning at a little kiss. I should play with you more often.” His eyes plunging deep into mine. I blushed at his words and looked away. He pressed his lips to my cheek kissing his way to my lips. After what seemed like an eternity to me, he brushed my lips lightly then pulling away. I let out an annoyed breath, “Meanie, stop teasing me.” I whispered, before reaching out, locking my arms around his neck and pulling him to me. I pressed my lips against his and he kissed back with twice the force pushing me back up against the wall. Our lips moved in perfect synchronization, I could tell he wanted me just as badly as I needed him. He licked my bottom lip, pushing his tongue in my mouth before I could reply. I moaned as he mapped out my mouth. His hands moved from the wall to my waist, rubbing back and forth just above my hips. When we pulled away for air, I breathed out, “More.”

Gaara relieved me and kissed me exuberantly as his hands slid up my nightshirt and over my mounds. He rubbed them sensually and moved his lips away from my mouth, kissing downwards until he found my soft spot. He latched onto it, sucking and licking, then stopped as I moaned to pull my  shirt from my body. He licked my left breast lightly and I arched my back as a reply. He slipped his mouth over the rosebud and grazed his teeth over it, earning him a groan. He smirked and bit down making me whimper, but the pain just made me want him more. While he gave my right breast the same treatment, massaging my left breast with one hand, he slipped his free hand down between my legs and rubbed me, mostly light touches, but once in a while, he’d give me a harder rub. He moved his lips back to my  mouth and grabbed my ass, lifting me up and carrying me back over to the bed. He practically threw me onto the down comforter, then crawled on top of me after taking off his shirt.

I moved my hands to his waist band, but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand. “Not yet, I'm not even close to being finished with you.” He said sexily.

He slipped his hand in my loose pants and rubbed my clit a few times before pausing.

“Why’d you stop?” I whimpered

“You know, I think you need to be punished for what you said earlier.” He said with a smirk.

“Huh?”

He removed my pants and underwear swiftly then inserted a finger into me. I gasped and rock against it. He pumped another finger in, moving them around in me until he found my g-spot. He hit it once with his fingers, making me moan loudly, then stopped and pulled them out.

“Gaara!” I cried, royally pissed off now. He chuckled, “Alright, alright, you win.”

He lowered himself quickly to my womanhood and began to lick me. I tried to hold in my moans by biting my lip. My fingers reached down, entangling themselves in Gaara’s hair and pulling him closer to me. He slipped his tongue inside me and explored my cavern. I couldn’t help but moan loudly as his tongue probed me. I screamed as I came into his mouth and he drank in every last bit of it, then crawled up and kissed me, making me taste myself. With a sudden burst of energy, I flipped us over so that I was straddling his hips. When he made to flip back over, I slammed my weight down onto his already erect manhood. His hands instinctively flew to my hips, grinding me against him, making us both groan.

I rubbed him through his pants, achieving a gasp, then tugged at his pants and relieved him of them as well as his boxers, revealing his manhood. I leaned down and licked his head making him gasp and arch his back slightly.

I decided now was a good time to pay him back for all the times he made me practically have to beg for him to touch me or something.

“What should I do now, Gaara? Hmmm?” I questioned teasingly.

“Please, Misao…” he groaned.

“Please what? Tell me.” I said innocently.

The pink tint on his cheeks darkened and spread from the embarrassment and he looked so needy that it was hard not to just give him what his body was obviously begging for.

“Please go down on me!” he cried. I smiled and happily slipped my mouth around his head, sucking hard.

He groaned loudly and bucked his hips, making me nearly choke on his length. I adjusted and deep throated him, my tongue dancing around him and occasionally lightly grazing my teeth against him. He came heavily in my mouth and tried to swallow it all but some dribbled out of my mouth and down my chin. Gaara pushed himself up and reached out, wiping the cum off my face with his thumb then holding it out for me to lick. Instead I popped the digit in my mouth and sucked on it. He laughed lightly as I nipped at it when he pulled his hand away.

He rolled us back over and positioned himself above me, his dick brushing lightly against my entrance.

“Ready?” he asked. I nodded and with that he plunged into me. He pumped a bit slowly at first, although this wasn’t our first time so it didn’t really matter all that much.

“Faster. Harder.” I hissed. He pulled out of me nearly all the way and slammed back into me so hard that I moved upwards. He continued, picking up the speed, although it didn’t seem possible that he could go any faster, whenever I told him in between moans. His eyes flitted over my body, pausing the most to watch my breasts bounce as he pounded me into the bed.

I moaned more loudly than before as I felt a tightening in my navel. Gaara must have been close to because he pumped even harder and faster. We screamed each other’s names as we came, our juices mixing inside me, his hot seed filling me. For a moment, we just lay there panting. As the white at the edges of my vision disappeared, I felt Gaara pulling out of me and rolling over, holding me to his chest. He pulled a blanket over us and I began to drift to sleep.

“Misao, I love you.” He whispered in my ear.

“I love you too, Gaara.” I replied before falling asleep.