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Her lips were as soft as silk. The way they molded against his was burned in the back of his head, and the way they opened when a soft moan was dragged from the sweet flesh of her throat, kept him up at night. He was unable to function without her nearby, and despite his calm demeanor, he trembled with paranoia when she was on a mission. What if she never came back? What if she died? He would not be able to live with himself, knowing that it was was at his command that she had perished in the heat of battle. It was the life of a shinobi, but he wanted nothing more than to keep her at home, away from harm. He longed to hold her at night, with her own arms curled around his chest, and her soft breathing the only sound he could hear while the village wound down. He only wanted her, but fate was cruel, and he knew better.

“Gaara.” he hears her say. The redhead tilts his head to the side.

“Yes?”

“We cannot.” she whispers, clearly upset.

“Why?”

“I am married.”

“That has never stopped you before.”

“But it must stop me now.”

He says nothing. She was right. She was always right, even when she was wrong. That was something he had learned when he was young. Never question a woman, even when one knows she is being silly. He had done it before, only to watch her eyes well with tears, but no longer was he like that. No, he loved her. When her lips curled up towards the heavens, his heart hammered against his chest, and he felt his breath hitch. She was truly beautiful. When she let her hair down, and soft fingers combed through rough locks, he would watch her with childlike curiosity, remembering how her hair felt in his fingers the night before; they never possessed such knots when he was with her. Perhaps he was the cause of them? A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.

“But it won't.” he mumbles, after a moment of silence.

“It will.” she says defiantly. He could practically see her eyes sparkle in the moonlight. She was so alive, and he struggled at capture it every time she was with him.

“I think you are lying.”

“I'm not.”

Once again, he keeps silent. If she so desperately wished to believe that, then he would destroy her beliefs carefully. He would unwind each and every string that held her resolve, until she was collapsed within his arms and whispering feverishly in his ear, begging him to move faster, to take her harder. He would do so, his fingers digging into her hips as he bucked without abandon against her, and only when her back arched and her bosom pressed tight to his chest, would he still, and allow her a moment to recover, before pressing his lips roughly against her silken ones, and move once more. Just because she had finished once, did not mean the night was over. No, it would only be over when she was passed out and deliciously sore. It made him proud to watch her walk with a slight limp the day after.

“Prove it to me.”

“How?”

“Come here.” He motions to himself, and she bites at her lips, reluctance radiating off her form.

“I cannot.”

“But you will.”

“No.”

“Then I will come to you.”

And he does exactly that. The bed creaks as he stands up, feet bare against the floor, and quietly, he pads over to where she stands, basked in the rays of the moon. The kimono she was wearing draped lowly over her shoulders, and Gaara slowly reaches a hand out to cup her chin, his thumb pressing lightly against her lower lip. He feels her shudder, her body shaking from the sheer force it took to exert self control. What they had was forbidden, a sin. There were ways that people should love, and this was not one of them. It was a secret that they kept, locked away and hidden in the deepest confines of the darkness. There was no key to this lock, and it was a fight each time one of them wished to view their secret, but every time, they managed. His other hand slides around her waist, and she's pulled close to him. He could feel her breath pick up, and his grip tightened.

“No..” she says quietly, shaking her head.

“You do not mean that.”

“I do..” Her voice was strained.

“You're a terrible liar.”

“Please..”

He knew what she was asking. Her mouth said one thing, but her body was coming to life. Her nipples hardened, and he could feel her heat radiating from between her legs. A stoic look was placed firmly upon his face, but his eyes shone with amusement. She wanted this just as badly as he did. Moving his hand from under her chin, he rests it gently against the side of her face, and the smallest of smiles works onto his face as he feels her lean into his touch.

“Temari..” he breathes, before leaning down and capturing her lips in a kiss. His heart soars when she kisses him back. His sister may be married, but she was the one to him, just as he was the one to her.