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Who: Gaara and Matsuri
What: He's finding out his hormones are fucked :|
Where: 919
When: Naaaao.
Rating: PG-13 - M-Maybe R, but definitely not as far as NC-17.
Warnings: LMAO GAARA BEING EVEN REMOTELY SEXUAL OMG ;.;

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[matsuri_of_suna]

Oblivious to the inner conflicts of her roommate, Matsuri was walking down the long hallway of the castle, carrying a tray of food that she cooked for Gaara, as usual. Customarily, they ate together during mealtimes, in silence that she was slowly beginning to grow accustomed to, but she wasn't feeling very hungry herself at present, so she just made something for him.

She entered their room without fanfare and set the food down on the nightstand between their beds, casting the redhead a look of concern upon noticing a brief flash of unease across his face.

Other than the mild agitation occasionally flickering over his outward appearance, he gave no indication of any distress, but she discreetly snuck peeks at him every once in a while, curious about his current mindset.

When the silence unnerved her to the point of shifting uncomfortably, Matsuri finally piped up in inquiry, "Um... are you all right, Gaara-sama?"

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Gaara had heard the door creak, the smell of food filling his senses first, before the smell of female hit him next. Mmph. Matsuri. Why did she have to smell so good at that particular moment? He cursed the inner workings of his body, the chemicals that caused him to react so atrociously every now and again when a member of the opposite sex walked in (and unbeknown to him, today they would be even less picky) and wished with all his might that it would go away.

Letting his hand fall, he kept his eyes shut, licking his lips absentmindedly. What was he supposed to do? Lie? Her concern was endearing - usually annoying, but today, he appreciated it. Perhaps she could help him ease his mind away from the sexual urges that he was sure was causing him distress and allow him to go back to his normal, unemotional self.

"Not particularly."

[matsuri_of_suna]

His behavior was... a little different than usual

[livingsandbox]

Gaara was unsure what to say at first. Sitting up, he gazed at her for a long moment, his tongue darting out to lick his lips once more. She looked so harmless, so vulnerable, and he found that it wasn't helping him in the slightest. His eyes broke away from her finally, staring instead at the wall as he crossed his arms over his chest. The food was unwanted at the moment - his appetite was not one of normal hunger.

"Unless you can find some way to relieve stress, I am afraid not," he muttered. He had entirely forgotten Gin and his teachings towards Matsuri - or, well, at least why he had taught her. He was far too busy thinking of other things. His head rested against the wall behind his bed, his knees bent and he dangled one arm over them as he gazed out the window on the far wall.

[matsuri_of_suna]

So apparently, Gaara didn't seem to be hungry either. Not that she minded all too much, because she could always give the food to one of her other friends, the late risers that got out of bed early in the afternoon rather than rising with the sun.

She was all too-easily entranced with his cool turquoise eyes when he stared at her directly, and that was further exemplified by the strange look in them... almost predatory, as if he wanted to hunt and catch her, his meek prey...

Shaking her head free of those strange and somewhat intimidating thoughts, Matsuri scrambled for the last phrase he told her, and finally managed to respond in a shy tone, "Oh... well, actually, there is something I can do for that

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Gaara's head turned towards her quickly, his forehead wrinkled slightly in confusion. The thought of her helping him was much of a relief - and he hoped that it might actually work. Keeping those cool eyes on her, he gave her a gentle nod, motioning for her to come closer to him and moving over on the bed. He wasn't quite sure what she planned on doing, but if it helped him, he would of course be eternally grateful.

Absentmindedly, his hand clasped hers when she was close enough, his throat tightening for a moment as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. That unique scent she carried made his body twitch, but he was trying to ignore it with all his might. He couldn't just give into desires when they peeked - if he did, he would have been far more careless then he ever wanted himself to be.

"What exactly can you do to help?" He muttered, his eyes reopening and staring at her, slightly laced with the desire that he was trying so hard to keep at bay.

[matsuri_of_suna]

Her breath hitched in her throat at the unexpected physical contact, and she almost jumped with surprise, but kept as calm as she could while inwardly wondering if maybe Gaara was sick. He looked perfectly fine by sight alone, strong and healthy with his regal, albeit somewhat stiff and formal stature, and yet it was possible that he could be in the process of falling ill. Of course, he had good friends like Naruto to help with the situation if he was ever in an unpleasant state, but Matsuri wanted to try too, hoping she could prove her usefulness to him by providing support when and whichever way he needed it

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He stared at their hands as he entwined them, stroking the top of her own with his thumb gently as he did so. The action was somewhat soothing, yet it increased his need for contact, made it feel almost unbearable. He was relieved to have his senses about him for the moment, as he wasn't quite sure what he would do if he hadn't.

He nodded, eyes never leaving her, his lip going between his teeth for a moment. Tense was at least one word he would use to describe it. Aggressive, aroused, confused . . . Those were all things he surely would have used as well, some with a bit of embarrassment attached on to them. It was like being around an entirely different person - though the stoicism and clear naivity toward the situation was all very, very Gaara.

"You do not have to help me if you don't wish to. I . . ." He paused, thinking of how to phrase it. "I am not. . . quite myself today."

[matsuri_of_suna]

"I want to," she insisted with an edge of firmness in her tone, and she felt completely comfortable in his presence, thinking there was no reason for her to be wary around someone she would entrust her life to... someone that she held dear inside her heart.

"Um, please lie down..." the girl told him softly, gesturing toward the bed as she reluctantly let go of his hand - she was liking his affectionate gesture a little too much, and his behavior confused her a great deal, so she had to try and grasp some normalcy again. "I'll be back in a minute."

With her heart still fluttering from the unusual incident, Matsuri headed into the bathroom and retrieved a bottle of lotion, her hand shaking a bit as she realized what she was about to do. Would Gaara even allow her to put her hands on him? He didn't like physical contact... not that she could tell with the way he had just been acting, though.

She returned to his side shortly and her voice was very soft as she informed the redhead, "Y-you have to take off your shirt, Gaara-sama..."

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Gaara had gone to lay down, though on his back rather then his stomach as he was unaware of what to expect. He lay there, staring at the ceiling for a moment, just wondering. Why was she always so anxious to help him? Why did she care so deeply? He had never given her very strong affection or cause to do so. He though, even, that he had made it clear she was relatively unimportant to his existence. Yet, she stayed by his side, much like Naruto stood by Sasuke's regardless of how he was treated, and he wondered if this was what it was like to have someone feel a true bond with you. His forehead wrinkled in thought. What had happened between them after his death that would cause such a shift in her affections

[matsuri_of_suna]

She looked away while he stripped off his upper attire, feeling her cheeks flame with embarrassment at the mere knowledge of what he was doing, and in such close vicinity to her, but she forced down the urge to just spring up and run back inside the bathroom for some water to cool her flushed skin.

Don't think about it... don't think about it... don't think about it...Moments later, Matsuri returned her gaze to him and immediately blushed even deeper at seeing his naked chest; gulping nervously, she quickly averted her eyes and clicked open the cap of the bottle, noisily squirting lotion into the palm of her hand and then rubbing it into the other. Keeping her head ducked down, she placed both hands on his arm and slowly began squeezing his hard biceps with her nimble fingers, while unconsciously succumbing to the urge of licking her suddenly-dry lips. His skin felt... very warm, as if he was approaching a feverish state of some kind, not that she could tell for sure what was happening to him. Matsuri silently hoped that the

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He had expected to become tense at her touch, and while he had flinched lightly at first, his body had quickly relaxed into her hands, the feeling of the lotion and her skin causing a cooling, invigorating sensation to shoot through him. He had not experienced it before and he had taken a slightly deeper breath from it. The slightest touches were feeling so much . . . different then usual. So much better

[matsuri_of_suna]

After kneading the muscles of his arm for some time, her small hands danced lightly across his chest, heading toward the one opposite, and her breaths came out in shaky little sighs as she struggled to control her own impulses that were dimly stirring to life. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and chewed on it as a gesture of nervousness, feeling somewhat perplexed when she realized that Gaara was growing more tense rather than the unwanted stress leaving his body, as his muscles would twitch occasionally under her watchful gaze

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When Gaara jolted from her touch it had caused his eyes to open, staring at her in semi-surprise as she ran her hands over his chest, though he didn't pause to even stop her. He had never felt a sensation like that before in his life and at the moment, he wasn't particularly keen on it ending. It was awkward - it should have been awkward, at least. He hated physical contact - affection - he would have stopped her and stormed away under normal circumstances, but now

[matsuri_of_suna]

He was staring at her so intensely... She could tell he needed something, but what was it?

Unless he told her outright, the girl just had the luxury of guessing, but that train of thought was swiftly derailed when he reached out and pulled her on top of him. That act stunned Matsuri to the point of completely freezing up, so she offered no protest when the lean redhead flipped their positions around without warning. Gaara covered her completely, molding every inch of his hard body intimately against her soft curves, and she gave into the initial reflexive instinct of struggling, unknowingly rubbing herself against him in a rather enticing manner.

She lay underneath him, glancing upward with widened eyes, a gasp slipping free of her lips at his unexpected aggression, although deep down inside, a part of her secretly liked what he was doing, even if it didn't make an ounce of sense... Gaara was so reserved, calm, and even emotionless at times that she found it hard to believe he could actually act toward her this way...

i could use this icon forever.

[livingsandbox]

Her struggles made the slightest of groans come from the back of his throat - the guttural noise almost more of an aroused growl then anything else. It felt good, despite that he knew they were supposed to be signs of unwanted actions. He knew it was supposed to a sign to pull back, to make sure she wanted this, but his body kept pushing onwards, screaming that he almost liked the thought of pushing, hurting, corrupting