A Gaara Lemon Short Story-Part 2

* With Gaara*
Gaara leans against a tree in the clearing where the hot spring lies. It's been three days since he left you crying, and hes still unable to leave. Never in his life has he felt more confused. Stranger still, the anger refuses to return, both for himself and for you. All that remains is the strange sensation roiling in his chest, and dare he say...regret.
A loud crash reverberates through the forest, sending the birds fleeing from the trees.
He leaps to his feet, shouldering his gourd and races in the direction of the sound. The temple. Anxiety, no, fear grips him, and he realizes all too quickly that he's afraid for you.
He bursts into the temple to find you locked in combat with a black clad man. You're fending him off successfully until ... Gaara sees you lose your footing, the expression of horror on your face, and the sneer on the warriors lips...

From one cliffy to another. I think I might be evil. lol
*With You*
You seem to fall in slow motion, and you watch in terror as the ninja raises his sword. You brace yourself for impact, and death, but neither comes. Strong arms catch you, and twin streams of sand swirl around your body to strike your assailant. He screams as it surrounds him, the grains slicing deep into his skin, and wrapping him in a cocoon of earth.
Your eyes widen as the screams escalate to shrieks, and the sand deepens in hue until its deep scarlet.
Not wishing to see more, you make a break for it. Youre only feet away from freedom when another fighter leaps into your path.
Cold steel bites into your shoulder, and you cry out in pain. You blindly lash out against him, and your own blade slices through the skin of his neck. He gurgles sickeningly as his life's blood wells from the laceration. At last he falls to the floor with a thud.
You grit your teeth against the agony, and drop to your knees. A crimson stain is already spreading across the silk.
Once again you feel a comforting hand on your back.
'Hold on.' The familiar masculine voice brings tears to your eyes.
Suddenly you are consumed by white hot pain as the blade is pulled free. A scream escapes your lips, and your breath comes in ragged gasps. You hear the sound of ripping fabric, and Gaara presses the cloth to your bleeding shoulder. Instinctively you reach over to hold the material yourself, and your hand covers his. A soothing sensation washes over you, and you smile despite your condition.
Commotion from your bedroom announces the return of your first combatant. Gaara flies toward the fighter, the blade drawn from your flesh poised to kill. Steel clashes against steel, and both men leap back. The ninja makes a dive for him, but he feints to the right, bringing the katana over his head, and across the mans unprotected midsection. It cleaves through the thin armor, and slices through his flesh. He grunts, but recovers quickly, and assaults Gaara with doubled fury.
Your eyes are torn from the fighters by a soft thud from behind. You turn in time to see another man with a shrieken raised above his head, and aimed at the engaged Gaara. Deep purple liquid drips from its points onto the floor.
The giant weapon is released, and hurtles toward him. With strength that isn't your own you launch yourself in its path. Light flashes across your eyes, and a flood of images assault you. You as a little girl in a village. Gaara as a child, smiling at you. Throwing yourself in front of him. The tines of a whip tearing through your skin. Gaara crying your name.
As quickly as the come, they're gone, and the blades of the star are feet from your body.
'I love you Gaara.' You shut your eyes tightly, and wait for death.
Your stomach gives a sudden lurch, and you open them to find yourself suspended on a wave of sand. Through it bursts Gaara, his face contorted with sadistic fury. The warrior freezes in terror as the sword pierces his beating heart. He slides off the blade to join his companions in death.
Gently the sand easies you to the ground. You stumble as your feet touch the floor, but you manage to keep your balance. You hear Gaara's footsteps receding, but you are too weak to follow.

I don't know any of Gaara's attacks so I improvised ^_^ Oh and I'm sure you've guessed that the ninjas were after Gaara.
*With Gaara*
It's dark when Gaara disposes of the last of the bodies, and returns to the temple to confront you. He passes the threshold, and his steps falter at what he beholds.
You're standing with your back to him beside the alter, bathed in the light of moon and candle with your kimono hanging from a slender shoulder. As he watches you push the silk down your graceful arm. The garment falls to your waist, and his eyes follow every curve. His blood burns, and he can't control the steps that bring him to you. Then he notices the scars. Pale red markings curl across your back, riddled with tiny dots that are so rare they could only be created by one weapon...a barbed whip.

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*With You*
Your kimono slips to your waist, and you pause to examine the freshly bandaged wound, if anything to distract yourself from the aching in your soul. Your __h/c__ hair brushes your shoulder as you lean down, suddenly drawn by your scars, scars that you never understood until today. These were the markings you received when you endured Gaara's pain. It may have been the poison, or a suppression of the memory, but when you'd awoken in the back of an abandoned cart the slate of your mind was clean. What hurts the most is that you'd forgotten him when he had remembered you. Sweet beautiful Gaara.
A pair of arms snake around your waist, and draw you into a hard body. You catch a glimpse of ruby hair before you feel soft lips brushing your bare shoulder. You shut your eyes, and melt into the embrace.
'Gaara.' His name comes out as a shuddering breath.
'________.' He whispers longingly.' I love you too.'
He spins you around to face him. Instantly you're swept into the swirling torrent of emotions in his blazing green eyes. Then his mouth is covering yours, coaxing you into a passionate kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck, and return it eagerly. Every unspoken thought, every secret sentiment is passed through the heated contact into the other's soul. He pulls you closer, and slips his tongue into your mouth, probing, caressing, memorizing every flavor, every crevice. He seeks to dominate, and you concede to his whims, only tenderly intercepting the skillful appendage to heighten his pleasure.
Finally he withdraws, leaving you to catch your breath while he travels to your neck. His lips and teeth work in perfect synchrony against your skin, provoking soft but hungry moans.
Sudden and intense pain shoots through you as he bites down. You whimper, and tangle your fingers in his tousled hair. Warm liquid pools at the nape of your neck, and he laps it up before returning to soothe the mark with feathery kisses. Meanwhile his hands glide over the curve of your waist to the spot where your kimono is gathered. He guides the silk over your supple hips, sending it fluttering to the floor. A hand is placed against the small of your back, and Gaara gently lowers you to the floor. He takes a moment to admire your naked figure, sprawled out on the floor like an offering, before lowering his mouth to your waiting flesh. He begins at your collarbone, and descends at a tortuous pace. Reverently he climbs the peak of your breast, and latches onto the nipple. His agile tongue dances across the sensitive region as his large hand engulfs its twin, kneading in time with his suckling. The fingers of his other hand glide over your waist en route to your thigh, raising goods bumps in their wake. The plethora of sensations sets your body aflame, and rouses noises of ecstasy from your lips. Moisture builds between your legs, and the dull ache intensifies into something almost unbearable.
At last he leaves your breasts, and continues his journey southward. Your stomach muscles spasm in response to his sensual ministrations, then tighten as he plants a seductive kiss at the juncture of your thigh and your womanhood. Here he lingers teasingly as he parts your legs. You can feel his hot breath against your nether regions, and your body shudders in response. He places his hands on either side of your hips, and proceeds to lick the outline of your labia. His tongue darts out, and begins to flicker across your clitoris. You cry out, and writhe beneath him, but he holds you fast. Pressure builds deep inside you, straining against your belly, and threatening to burst. But Gaara is a master of torture. Cold air hits the sensitive nub when he suddenly departs. You grit your teeth in frustration while he leisurely drinks of the fountain that wells between your nether lips. His tongue pushes into you as he greedily pursues every drop, drawing mewling sounds from your throat. You grasp fistfuls of his clothing, and tug impatiently. You want them off. You want him inside you. He makes a sound akin to amusement, leans up, and removes his shirt. Strong chorded arms, powerful shoulders, and chiseled abs greet your wanton eyes. Once again and arm slips around you, and pulls you toward him. You slam your mouth onto his, and reach for his bare torso. You nibble and suck on his lower lip as you explore the planes of his chest.
Abruptly he pushes you away, gets to his feet, and walks toward the alter. You follow him with worried eyes that suddenly widen when he begins to shed his pants. He tosses them carelessly into the darkness. The ghost of a smirk flickers across his shadowed visage, and he beacons to you with a finger. You crawl forward obediently, and once you reach him he plunges his hands into your hair. He guides you toward his swollen member. Tentively you take the head into your mouth, and close your lips around it. He thrusts forward, and the shaft slides deeper, causing you to gag at the suddenness. But you recover quickly, and begin to suck at a steadily increasing pace. He emits a deep throaty growl, and pulls your tangled locks. His cock stiffens, and begins to twitch against the inside of your cheek. Then all at once he tackles you to the floor. He hitches your leg over his shoulder, leaving the other spread wide, and positions himself so that the head of his penis is pulsing against your opening. He sends you an apologetic look as he pushes into you, ripping through your hymen. You scream as pain splinters through your entire lower region. He waits for a moment before withdrawing then thrusting into you again. The agony subsides, and is replaced by sublime bliss. He grinds his hips against yours, slowly at first then progressively faster. Sweat beads on his fair skin making him glisten like an erotic deity in the moonlight. You moan as raw, unbridled sensation races along your nerve endings.
Gaara hoists your other leg onto his shoulder, and you lock them around his neck, forcing him deeper. He slams against your pleasure point repeatedly, sending you spiraling higher and higher until it crescendos, sending you plummeting into a sea of ecstasy. You cry out his name as you ride waves of sheer exultation. Your vision swims, and your head spins. Your body moves of its own accord. Somehow it doesnt end. Just when you think youre coming down, he induces you to climax again and again. Finally, with a groan he releases into you, his warm seed filling you to brimming.
After a moment to catch his breath, he withdraws, and climbs to his feet, using the alter for support. You try to rise as well, but your legs wobble like jelly, and you land ungracefully on your ass.
With a shake of his head, he bends down, and lifts you into his arms. You smile at him, and plant sweet kisses on his swollen lips which he returns with ample affection. He carries you into your room, lays you on the bed, then eases in beside you, and gathers you against his chest. Neither of you speak as you lie there. There aren't any words to be spoken. For true soul mates the promises and emotions of the other are felt deep within.

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*You and Gaara*
You stand on the overgrown dirt path, staring uncertainly at the temple behind you. A reassuring hand finds its way to your back. You turn and smile at Gaara, but your eyes are already brimming with tears. After all, this place was your home for how many years? Many memories echo through the ancient walls, fond and sorrowful alike. But there will be time to make new ones, much more time. With one last farewell glance to your childhood home, you take the first step forward. The ruby haired man at your side wraps an arm about your waist, and the two of your begin your journey. It might be hard to start all over, but isn't it time that both you become whole?

The End
(Kaelea Majere hides behind a random object and whispers to quiztaker) Well I hope you enjoyed it especially scince said demon man is going to KILL me for this! Please rate and message! (thinks about Gaara draining my blood into his giant gourd) Eeep! Mommy!