Teach Me
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
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6
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35
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Gaara's Request
Author’s note: This fic takes place sometime after the Rescue Gaara arc of Naruto Shippuden.
“How old are you?”
The question startled Sakura, as she didn’t even realize anyone was behind her until Gaara, the Kazekage, spoke. She turned in her chair to face him, puzzled at the question. He stood solemnly, his arms folded across his chest, his face unreadable.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“I mean exactly that. What is your age?”
“Twenty, Kazekage-sama.”
“Hn,” came his reply.
“Why do you ask?” she ventured.
“Yesterday was my twenty-first birthday,” he said.
“Um, happy birthday. I didn’t know – I would have gotten you a present—“
He raised a hand to silence her. “I do not expect birthday gifts from those employed at my palace.”
She chewed her lip, not knowing what to say to that.
“Today,” he continued, “I was informed by my chief advisor that I will be taking a bride from another village, as part of a diplomatic union between our villages.”
“Oh. Well, that’s… you should be… proud?” She hesitated. “Who is she?”
“I do not know. I will be introduced to her on my wedding night.”
“Oh.” An arranged marriage between noble houses was not unheard of.
“And you will teach me how to make her happy.”
The writing brush that Sakura had been using, and had still been holding as she talked to the Kazekage, suddenly snapped in half between her fingers.
“… Happy?” she asked, “What do you mean?”
His dark-rimmed eyes narrowed slightly. “From this union, I will be expected to produce an heir.”
When he said nothing further, Sakura grasped at a straw.
“You want me to teach you… lovemaking?”
“No.” His answer was immediate. “I know about the mechanics of sex. I had a formal education, after all.” There was a tiny hint of sarcasm in his statement.
“…Then…?”
“I am the Kazekage. I was once the vessel of a demon. I am respected, and I am feared. My hands have killed people. I have reveled in causing the blood of my foes to flow in rivers. Once, it defined my life.”
Sakura chewed her lip. She remembered that time, during her Chuunin exams, when Gaara had been a demon-possessed sociopath. Back then, he had vowed to love only himself, and to fight for only himself. Killing people validated his existence. It had been hard for him to learn how to be human again.
Gaara continued. “I want you to teach me how to touch her. I do not wish to harm her, whoever she is, and I do not wish to inspire fear and revulsion in her. I want to learn how to touch her in a way that makes her happy that I am touching her.” His eyes slid nearly closed. “I do not want to take by force what she can be coaxed to offer willingly.”
Oh, Sakura thought, He wants to learn about foreplay. Oh boy.
The tricky part was the knowledge that, as Kazekage, he had the authority to take what he wished, even the maidenhood of his mystery bride, by force if need be. He’d mellowed, of course, since Shukaku had been removed from him – but he was still a novice at human interaction, quiet, expressionless, emotionless (no, that was a lie – during her yearlong tenure at the palace she’d seen his fits of frustration turn to rage enough times to be cautious), and, most importantly, he didn’t like to be touched. That last was going to be the biggest obstacle to get past.
“So,” he said, opening his eyes fully again, “Can you teach me, or shall I ask someone else?”
“Well,” she shrugged, “It won’t exactly be easy. How long do we have?”
“Two months. Can… you… teach me?” His voice was patient, but it was clear he wanted an answer immediately.
“Um. One question first.”
“Ask it.”
“Why me? I’m not a Suna native.”
“Why you? You are a healer, a very skilled one. You helped nurse me back to health after Shukaku was extracted.” He half-closed his eyes again. “I… remember your touch. It was gentle. No-one had even been gentle with me before. Everyone else who had touched me had been trying to kill me.” He opened his eyes fully again. “I believe you can be trusted with this.”
She chewed her lip. Healing him was one thing… but teaching him this was…
“So, what is your answer?” he prompted.
“I think I can teach you,” she replied, with more resolve in her voice than she felt, “If you’re willing to learn.”
He narrowed his eyes again. “I would not have asked if I was not willing to learn.” His gaze skimmed over the paperwork she had on her desk. “We will begin tomorrow. You will have lunch with me in my private quarters before our lesson.” He turned and left.
And… there it was.
It’s not like he isn’t COMPLETELY hot! Inner Sakura was compelled to point out.
Yes, Sakura replied, But he’s also the Kazekage. He’s tried to kill my friends.
Oh, but you TOTALLY enjoyed seeing him helpless under your touch. He could only have gotten hotter since then.
I’ll have to go about this professionally, I suppose. I don’t even know how good a student he’ll be.
If he decides to be a poor student, you’ll just have to discipline him like the bad boy he is.
Sakura sighed. While the prospect of turning Sabaku no Gaara over her knee and spanking him did have a certain amusing appeal, she would have to move carefully. He was still … touchy.
She glanced down at the broken writing brush in her hand. Oops.
Damn, girl, you give handjobs with that hand? I sure hope not, or the Kazekage better forget about any heirs!
She blushed, discarded the broken brush, and selected a new one so she could finish her paperwork. This was going to be awkward…
“How old are you?”
The question startled Sakura, as she didn’t even realize anyone was behind her until Gaara, the Kazekage, spoke. She turned in her chair to face him, puzzled at the question. He stood solemnly, his arms folded across his chest, his face unreadable.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“I mean exactly that. What is your age?”
“Twenty, Kazekage-sama.”
“Hn,” came his reply.
“Why do you ask?” she ventured.
“Yesterday was my twenty-first birthday,” he said.
“Um, happy birthday. I didn’t know – I would have gotten you a present—“
He raised a hand to silence her. “I do not expect birthday gifts from those employed at my palace.”
She chewed her lip, not knowing what to say to that.
“Today,” he continued, “I was informed by my chief advisor that I will be taking a bride from another village, as part of a diplomatic union between our villages.”
“Oh. Well, that’s… you should be… proud?” She hesitated. “Who is she?”
“I do not know. I will be introduced to her on my wedding night.”
“Oh.” An arranged marriage between noble houses was not unheard of.
“And you will teach me how to make her happy.”
The writing brush that Sakura had been using, and had still been holding as she talked to the Kazekage, suddenly snapped in half between her fingers.
“… Happy?” she asked, “What do you mean?”
His dark-rimmed eyes narrowed slightly. “From this union, I will be expected to produce an heir.”
When he said nothing further, Sakura grasped at a straw.
“You want me to teach you… lovemaking?”
“No.” His answer was immediate. “I know about the mechanics of sex. I had a formal education, after all.” There was a tiny hint of sarcasm in his statement.
“…Then…?”
“I am the Kazekage. I was once the vessel of a demon. I am respected, and I am feared. My hands have killed people. I have reveled in causing the blood of my foes to flow in rivers. Once, it defined my life.”
Sakura chewed her lip. She remembered that time, during her Chuunin exams, when Gaara had been a demon-possessed sociopath. Back then, he had vowed to love only himself, and to fight for only himself. Killing people validated his existence. It had been hard for him to learn how to be human again.
Gaara continued. “I want you to teach me how to touch her. I do not wish to harm her, whoever she is, and I do not wish to inspire fear and revulsion in her. I want to learn how to touch her in a way that makes her happy that I am touching her.” His eyes slid nearly closed. “I do not want to take by force what she can be coaxed to offer willingly.”
Oh, Sakura thought, He wants to learn about foreplay. Oh boy.
The tricky part was the knowledge that, as Kazekage, he had the authority to take what he wished, even the maidenhood of his mystery bride, by force if need be. He’d mellowed, of course, since Shukaku had been removed from him – but he was still a novice at human interaction, quiet, expressionless, emotionless (no, that was a lie – during her yearlong tenure at the palace she’d seen his fits of frustration turn to rage enough times to be cautious), and, most importantly, he didn’t like to be touched. That last was going to be the biggest obstacle to get past.
“So,” he said, opening his eyes fully again, “Can you teach me, or shall I ask someone else?”
“Well,” she shrugged, “It won’t exactly be easy. How long do we have?”
“Two months. Can… you… teach me?” His voice was patient, but it was clear he wanted an answer immediately.
“Um. One question first.”
“Ask it.”
“Why me? I’m not a Suna native.”
“Why you? You are a healer, a very skilled one. You helped nurse me back to health after Shukaku was extracted.” He half-closed his eyes again. “I… remember your touch. It was gentle. No-one had even been gentle with me before. Everyone else who had touched me had been trying to kill me.” He opened his eyes fully again. “I believe you can be trusted with this.”
She chewed her lip. Healing him was one thing… but teaching him this was…
“So, what is your answer?” he prompted.
“I think I can teach you,” she replied, with more resolve in her voice than she felt, “If you’re willing to learn.”
He narrowed his eyes again. “I would not have asked if I was not willing to learn.” His gaze skimmed over the paperwork she had on her desk. “We will begin tomorrow. You will have lunch with me in my private quarters before our lesson.” He turned and left.
And… there it was.
It’s not like he isn’t COMPLETELY hot! Inner Sakura was compelled to point out.
Yes, Sakura replied, But he’s also the Kazekage. He’s tried to kill my friends.
Oh, but you TOTALLY enjoyed seeing him helpless under your touch. He could only have gotten hotter since then.
I’ll have to go about this professionally, I suppose. I don’t even know how good a student he’ll be.
If he decides to be a poor student, you’ll just have to discipline him like the bad boy he is.
Sakura sighed. While the prospect of turning Sabaku no Gaara over her knee and spanking him did have a certain amusing appeal, she would have to move carefully. He was still … touchy.
She glanced down at the broken writing brush in her hand. Oops.
Damn, girl, you give handjobs with that hand? I sure hope not, or the Kazekage better forget about any heirs!
She blushed, discarded the broken brush, and selected a new one so she could finish her paperwork. This was going to be awkward…