Match part 3
Title: Match part 3
Characters: Hinata, Gaara, Naruto, Kankuro
Prompt: 8. Kage
Word Count: 747
Rating: PG
Summary: It's a good match.
Author's Notes: Yes, I'm a sucker for bad romances.
The inn was more than happy to accommodate the wedding party. And of course, they were more than pleased to give their finest room to the happy couple.
Naruto was teaching Kankuro a Fire Country drinking song when Hinata slipped off into the room, leaving the party behind.
She shut the door and savored the silence.
“Hinata.”
She didn’t jump, and she didn’t flinch. She refused to. “K- Gaara-san.”
The sand in the gourd stirred sluggishly as Gaara opened his eyes. “I’m surprised. You knew I was here.”
“People would wonder why I stayed out.”
Gaara climbed slowly to his feet, watching her. He crossed the room, pacing around her like an animal circling his prey. He reached a hand out and caressed her cheek. “Soft,” he whispered. “I’ve never seen a kunoichi as soft as you.” He traced the outline of her lips with a finger.
“You’re soft too,” Hinata whispered back “Your skin.”
“True,” he admitted, resting a hand on her neck, stroking the tendons with his thumb. “Do I still scare you?”
“Yes.”
“Wise.” Gaara gave a small nod. “You are kind and gentle and wise.” He drew close and pressed his face into her neck. They both held very still, Hinata tensely and Gaara like she would melt away like sand in the rain if he moved. Her hands came up and fisted in his coat, and he let his hands rest lightly on her hips, like birds ready to take flight. He nuzzled her neck, laying soft kisses that made Hinata shiver. “I don’t want you to be scared of me, Hinata.”
The konoichi closed her eyes and clenched her jaw as Gaara took a step back, towards the bed. This was the moment she had been dreading and anticipating since her father had accepted the Kazekage’s offer.
Her mother’s words from that night rang in her mind.
”Sometimes, we must do things we find unpleasant for the greater good. This marriage will cement the ties between Konohagakure and Sunagakure. Think of this as the most important mission of your life.”
She’d done her best to prepare herself for the mission, but there was nothing that could prepare her for the reality of Gaara’s lips caressing her neck. She found that his touch wasn’t unpleasant, as she’d feared.
He took another step back, pulling Hinata with him. She whimpered softly as his lips found her ear and he sucked on the lobe. Another step, and his legs hit the bed. He sat, pulling her into his lap, one hand fisting in her hair as the other stroked her thigh. “Hinata…” he sighed,” warm breath caressing her cheek. He lay back and rolled, straddling her. He braced his hands on either side of Hinata’s head and looked down at her, his expression inscrutable and his pale eyes betraying no emotion.
She stared back up at him, her whole body shaking.
He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. “Get some sleep, Hinata.”
Then Gaara was gone in a swirl of sand, leaving Hinata staring up at the ceiling and wondering what went on in Gaara’s head.
***
“Not going to enjoy the company of your bride, Gaara?” Kankuro asked, waving his sake cup in his brother’s general direction. Naruto seemed to find this to be endlessly amusing, and giggled.
“She needs her rest,” Gaara informed them stiffly, looking from the empty sake bottles to his brother and friend. “You’re going to regret this come morning.”
“We’ll be fine,” Naruto said with a lazy wave of his hand. “Join us! We’re celebrating!”
Gaara sat down slowly, pulling a mostly full sake bottle to him. “One drink. And no singing.”
***
Hinata stifled a sleepy chuckle as Akamaru pressed against her back, as he often did on nights when Shino and Kiba wanted some privacy. She rolled to burry her face in the large dog’s fur, and came fully awake when she realized it wasn’t fur she was touching, but skin. She let out a little gasp and pulled back, wrinkling her nose as the smell of sake hit her. Gaara stirred, but his eyes remained closed. She sat up, looking down at the red haired Kazekage.
Most people looked younger when they slept. Gaara just looked like Gaara.
Hinata drew her knees up to her chest, watching him warily. Slowly, she reached out with a trembling hand and brushed the mark on his head with her fingers.
“Why?” she asked. “Why me?”
Characters: Hinata, Gaara, Naruto, Kankuro
Prompt: 8. Kage
Word Count: 747
Rating: PG
Summary: It's a good match.
Author's Notes: Yes, I'm a sucker for bad romances.
The inn was more than happy to accommodate the wedding party. And of course, they were more than pleased to give their finest room to the happy couple.
Naruto was teaching Kankuro a Fire Country drinking song when Hinata slipped off into the room, leaving the party behind.
She shut the door and savored the silence.
“Hinata.”
She didn’t jump, and she didn’t flinch. She refused to. “K- Gaara-san.”
The sand in the gourd stirred sluggishly as Gaara opened his eyes. “I’m surprised. You knew I was here.”
“People would wonder why I stayed out.”
Gaara climbed slowly to his feet, watching her. He crossed the room, pacing around her like an animal circling his prey. He reached a hand out and caressed her cheek. “Soft,” he whispered. “I’ve never seen a kunoichi as soft as you.” He traced the outline of her lips with a finger.
“You’re soft too,” Hinata whispered back “Your skin.”
“True,” he admitted, resting a hand on her neck, stroking the tendons with his thumb. “Do I still scare you?”
“Yes.”
“Wise.” Gaara gave a small nod. “You are kind and gentle and wise.” He drew close and pressed his face into her neck. They both held very still, Hinata tensely and Gaara like she would melt away like sand in the rain if he moved. Her hands came up and fisted in his coat, and he let his hands rest lightly on her hips, like birds ready to take flight. He nuzzled her neck, laying soft kisses that made Hinata shiver. “I don’t want you to be scared of me, Hinata.”
The konoichi closed her eyes and clenched her jaw as Gaara took a step back, towards the bed. This was the moment she had been dreading and anticipating since her father had accepted the Kazekage’s offer.
Her mother’s words from that night rang in her mind.
”Sometimes, we must do things we find unpleasant for the greater good. This marriage will cement the ties between Konohagakure and Sunagakure. Think of this as the most important mission of your life.”
She’d done her best to prepare herself for the mission, but there was nothing that could prepare her for the reality of Gaara’s lips caressing her neck. She found that his touch wasn’t unpleasant, as she’d feared.
He took another step back, pulling Hinata with him. She whimpered softly as his lips found her ear and he sucked on the lobe. Another step, and his legs hit the bed. He sat, pulling her into his lap, one hand fisting in her hair as the other stroked her thigh. “Hinata…” he sighed,” warm breath caressing her cheek. He lay back and rolled, straddling her. He braced his hands on either side of Hinata’s head and looked down at her, his expression inscrutable and his pale eyes betraying no emotion.
She stared back up at him, her whole body shaking.
He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. “Get some sleep, Hinata.”
Then Gaara was gone in a swirl of sand, leaving Hinata staring up at the ceiling and wondering what went on in Gaara’s head.
***
“Not going to enjoy the company of your bride, Gaara?” Kankuro asked, waving his sake cup in his brother’s general direction. Naruto seemed to find this to be endlessly amusing, and giggled.
“She needs her rest,” Gaara informed them stiffly, looking from the empty sake bottles to his brother and friend. “You’re going to regret this come morning.”
“We’ll be fine,” Naruto said with a lazy wave of his hand. “Join us! We’re celebrating!”
Gaara sat down slowly, pulling a mostly full sake bottle to him. “One drink. And no singing.”
***
Hinata stifled a sleepy chuckle as Akamaru pressed against her back, as he often did on nights when Shino and Kiba wanted some privacy. She rolled to burry her face in the large dog’s fur, and came fully awake when she realized it wasn’t fur she was touching, but skin. She let out a little gasp and pulled back, wrinkling her nose as the smell of sake hit her. Gaara stirred, but his eyes remained closed. She sat up, looking down at the red haired Kazekage.
Most people looked younger when they slept. Gaara just looked like Gaara.
Hinata drew her knees up to her chest, watching him warily. Slowly, she reached out with a trembling hand and brushed the mark on his head with her fingers.
“Why?” she asked. “Why me?”