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[livingsandbox]

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?"

then i'll use this one because she's melting under your hot gaze, Gaara <3

[matsuri_of_suna]

Her heart skipped a beat at the feel of his hot breath fanning against her sensitive throat, and a passing thought caused Matsuri to wonder how he would react if she slid her arm around his neck and pulled him down toward her... allow him to leave his mark on her skin so he could claim her...

She began to shift restlessly, squirming and moving right against him, and her clothes suddenly felt so tight and uncomfortable... but how could she take them off when Gaara was on top of her? And did she really want to do that...? Just how far was she willing to go with these doubts hovering in the back of her mind? Emotionally, she ached for him; physically, her body was ready and willing to receive him...

Gaara-sama... I feel so... hot...Heaving an ardent breath, Matsuri slipped her arms around his neck, holding him with endearing affection as her heart continued to race, hesitant about continuing their embrace, and yet not wanting to part from him, because she had waited so long for the smallest sign of romantic desire. Daring to be a

I can understand why oh man :O

[livingsandbox]

The feeling of her arms around him, her nails digging into his skin, it caused him to let out the slightest of pleasurable cries, his hands going to grip her hips roughly. It heightened his need, made him ache harder, and he could feel the little bit of clothing he still wore becoming increasingly uncomfortable to wear. He tried to ignore it. He kissed, bit, and sucked at her skin, leaving it red, marking her as she'd wanted - as he'd wanted. Claiming her, making her his, possessing. It was all he could think of.

Gaara's hands finally rose to her shirt, gripping it, tugging at it, and finally deciding it was too much effort to try and maneuver to lift it off. His hand gripped the top roughly before he tore it open, the pieces of fabric breaking rather easily under the force. Her skin exposed, he pressed his chest against hers once more, the feeling of skin on skin far more pleasing to his needs. He wanted - needed - ached for more and her name escaped his lips in a heavy growl because of it.

here, have another, teehee :3

[matsuri_of_suna]

The love bites that he was leaving all over her neck would have been hard to hide, if she wasn't already accustomed to wearing a scarf most of the time. The sensation of his teeth nipping at her skin was only mildly painful, and on the brink of feeling pleasurable, because just the knowledge of what he was doing to her, that was more exhilarating than the act itself.

Feeling their naked chests pressed against each other caused her to release a shaky gasp that ghosted into the air before vanishing completely. She was mildly alarmed by how easily Gaara had discarded her shirt and bra, tearing through the articles of clothing with zealous need, but that small concern was swiftly overturned by his next action.

His hands felt hot, almost scorching to the touch, when he cupped her soft breasts in his palms and molded them with his fingers, sending sharp tingles of pleasure down her spine. Unable to refrain from expressing her reaction in an openly vocal manner, Matsuri moaned his name throatily, her melodic voice encouraging him.

ugh feels so bad now D:

[livingsandbox]

Her breasts felt soft and perfect in his hands, the reaction he got from running his fingers over her skin and gently pinching at her nipples would have spurred him on. But the moan - somehow the moan was what broke through to his senses, made him realize just what it was that he was doing. His eyes widened, his body felt as though it was being torn in two from the emotional charge he felt, and as swiftly as he had started, Gaara pulled himself from Matsuri, scrambling from the bed and nearly tripping over the sheets as he did so

WOAHEAWIOEHWOAGIODA I HOPE YOU GET BLUE BALLS, GAARA

[matsuri_of_suna]

One minute, he was caressing her without inhibitions or hesitation, and then in the next instant, they had parted abruptly, Gaara backing away so fast that he got tangled in the bed sheets and fell. The sight would have been somewhat comical under different circumstances, but Matsuri certainly did not feel like laughing in this present instance.

His apology made her delicate facial features twist in confusion, and then the girl was caught in a bit of mental turmoil when he suddenly left without warning, the sound of the slammed door ringing loudly in her ears, which was almost enough to override the heavy thud of her heart dropping deep down, descending into darkness.

Had she done something to drive him away...?

Stunned speechless and unsure of what to do next, Matsuri merely pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them tightly in need for comfort, no matter how empty it felt, and she stayed in that position for some time, silently berating herself for committing a wrongdoing that she wasn't even aware of.