Ficcing~
Part three of my cracked-out Sakura-fic. Chapters one and two located here. Cut for length and not-work-friendly-ness. (Nyah-hah-hah! I got 2800 hits at AFF. X3 And a foolish little fangirl begged me for yaoi. Pardon me as I revel in my godlike ability to tell her. "Ah-hah-hah! No." :3)
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The hot spray of water felt wonderful on her sore muscles, and Sakura sighed happily, relaxing under the onslaught. Made so placid from the steaming water, she hardly reacted when Gaara stepped in behind her. His wiry arms circled her waist, his hands flattening over her taut abdomen. His skin was surprisingly soft for being covered in a thick armor of sand all the time, she noted as his fingers explored her curves. Leaning back against him, she was surprised at the noise he made, a deep rumbling sound from low in his throat. It made her skin tingle, but that might've had something to to with him nuzzling her damp hair, his nose brushing against the nape of her neck. Or the fact that his hands were currently working their way lower, his fingertips running through the soft patch of hair. She held her breath when he deftly parted her folds, exhaling sharply through clenched teeth as he skirted her entrance or when his thumb brushed over her clit. Chuckling into her hair, Gaara nipped at her neck and shoulder, and Sakura could feel him smirking against her skin when her hips bucked into his hand.
His hands soon abandoned her in favor of lathering up a bar of soap. She yelped as his hands slipped over her skin, one of her hands pressing hard against the ceramic tiles of the wall. He was very thorough, and surprisingly gentle as he bathed her, taking care to wash everything. Dragging the bar of soap over her skin with great care, Gaara's brow knitted in concentration. She watched him work his way down her arm, massaging the lather, his fingers lacing with hers when he got to her hand. Working his way back up again, he slid the soap underneath her breasts, teasing her nipples until the skin pebbled and tightened for him, making her whimper with need. This earned Sakura a satisfied noise from him, and he continued on his way. It wasn't until she felt his hands slipping between her legs again that she squeaked.
"Gaara!"
He only chuckled again, his soapy fingers probing as he worked on scrubbing every inch of her clean. By the time he moved on to her thighs, her knees were weak and she was trembling beneath the spray of water. It was soon after that when she found that her feet were sensitive, too. Gaara was finding her very amusing, much to her dislike.
When he stood again, he reached for the showerhead, pulling it out of its mount on the wall. Pinning Sakura against him with one arm, he rinsed her off. This time, when he parted her folds, she didn't protest, but rather moaned as the hot water pelted her, sending tingling sensations up her spine. His fingers dipped inside her, making her writhe and gasp, spreading her open before plunging his fingers inside. Not even the sound of the water on the tiles could mask her cries, her nails dragging across the ceramic in search of purchase. She found none, her head falling back against Gaara's shoulder as she keened. His fingers worked her into a feverish need, her hips bucking into his hand.
Her skin burned and tingled, her chest heaving as she fought for air. His name became little more than broken whimpers and half-sobs, but she was unprepared for when he shoved her against the wall and plunged into her. The clatter of the showerhead hitting the tub as Gaara dropped it sounded far-off in her ears. A few thrusts had left her breathless, pressed against the cold tiles, with Gaara's fingers digging into her hips. The feral growls he made sent hot sparks up her spine, although that could've been the fact that he was relentless in his ministrations. A particularly well-aimed thrust made her gasp, tensing around him as she threw her head back. A snarl rent the air, and Gaara bit down where her neck and shoulder met to hold her in place. Sakura almost blacked out as she screamed, regaining clarity in time for his final thrust. With a grunt he tensed, leaning into her as he came. She rested her cheek against the chill tiles, panting heavily while Gaara lapped at the quickly-buising mark he left on her skin.
Holding her carefully, he rinsed her off one last time, nuzzling her hair. The water was growing cold by the time Gaara turned it off, though Sakura still seemed incapable of standing upright. Although as she found herself being wrapped up in a towel, she figured it wasn't so bad.
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The hot spray of water felt wonderful on her sore muscles, and Sakura sighed happily, relaxing under the onslaught. Made so placid from the steaming water, she hardly reacted when Gaara stepped in behind her. His wiry arms circled her waist, his hands flattening over her taut abdomen. His skin was surprisingly soft for being covered in a thick armor of sand all the time, she noted as his fingers explored her curves. Leaning back against him, she was surprised at the noise he made, a deep rumbling sound from low in his throat. It made her skin tingle, but that might've had something to to with him nuzzling her damp hair, his nose brushing against the nape of her neck. Or the fact that his hands were currently working their way lower, his fingertips running through the soft patch of hair. She held her breath when he deftly parted her folds, exhaling sharply through clenched teeth as he skirted her entrance or when his thumb brushed over her clit. Chuckling into her hair, Gaara nipped at her neck and shoulder, and Sakura could feel him smirking against her skin when her hips bucked into his hand.
His hands soon abandoned her in favor of lathering up a bar of soap. She yelped as his hands slipped over her skin, one of her hands pressing hard against the ceramic tiles of the wall. He was very thorough, and surprisingly gentle as he bathed her, taking care to wash everything. Dragging the bar of soap over her skin with great care, Gaara's brow knitted in concentration. She watched him work his way down her arm, massaging the lather, his fingers lacing with hers when he got to her hand. Working his way back up again, he slid the soap underneath her breasts, teasing her nipples until the skin pebbled and tightened for him, making her whimper with need. This earned Sakura a satisfied noise from him, and he continued on his way. It wasn't until she felt his hands slipping between her legs again that she squeaked.
"Gaara!"
He only chuckled again, his soapy fingers probing as he worked on scrubbing every inch of her clean. By the time he moved on to her thighs, her knees were weak and she was trembling beneath the spray of water. It was soon after that when she found that her feet were sensitive, too. Gaara was finding her very amusing, much to her dislike.
When he stood again, he reached for the showerhead, pulling it out of its mount on the wall. Pinning Sakura against him with one arm, he rinsed her off. This time, when he parted her folds, she didn't protest, but rather moaned as the hot water pelted her, sending tingling sensations up her spine. His fingers dipped inside her, making her writhe and gasp, spreading her open before plunging his fingers inside. Not even the sound of the water on the tiles could mask her cries, her nails dragging across the ceramic in search of purchase. She found none, her head falling back against Gaara's shoulder as she keened. His fingers worked her into a feverish need, her hips bucking into his hand.
Her skin burned and tingled, her chest heaving as she fought for air. His name became little more than broken whimpers and half-sobs, but she was unprepared for when he shoved her against the wall and plunged into her. The clatter of the showerhead hitting the tub as Gaara dropped it sounded far-off in her ears. A few thrusts had left her breathless, pressed against the cold tiles, with Gaara's fingers digging into her hips. The feral growls he made sent hot sparks up her spine, although that could've been the fact that he was relentless in his ministrations. A particularly well-aimed thrust made her gasp, tensing around him as she threw her head back. A snarl rent the air, and Gaara bit down where her neck and shoulder met to hold her in place. Sakura almost blacked out as she screamed, regaining clarity in time for his final thrust. With a grunt he tensed, leaning into her as he came. She rested her cheek against the chill tiles, panting heavily while Gaara lapped at the quickly-buising mark he left on her skin.
Holding her carefully, he rinsed her off one last time, nuzzling her hair. The water was growing cold by the time Gaara turned it off, though Sakura still seemed incapable of standing upright. Although as she found herself being wrapped up in a towel, she figured it wasn't so bad.