She Was the Oasis in Gaara's Heart

Author’s Note: I know that most of you were probably disappointed by the first chapter for not having any… umm ‘heated’ scenes but this one is better, I think… R&R please
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Gaara’s Temperature is Flaring Up

Saretha was beside Gaara nervously clutching his arm while she surveyed the surrounding buildings. The ninja’s were in a small town; they had passed through the forest with Saretha’s help and now were moving towards the Village of the Sand. Gaara looked forward to going home, ever since he had met the girl that had ignited the fierce love within him he started to feel emotions other than anger. He even had started to like his siblings Temari and Kankurou, and that was saying something considering the fact that they both often poked fun at him and Saretha for being a “couple”.

“Gaara, will we be reaching the desert soon?” Saretha asked eyes wide with anxiety and excitement.

“Yes, but you might not like it. It is very different from the forest,” Gaara glanced down at the girl, the sunlight glancing off her glasses.

“If you like it I know I will,” she said, her smile holding more that it showed.

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The group had bought previsions and was at the edge of town. Gaara smiled when he heard the gasp that left his love’s lips when she saw the expanse of endless sand before them. Very few sage bushes and cactuses were in sight and he could see the heat come off the sand in waves. Gaara was back where he belonged, with the sand.

Gaara tugged gently on Saretha’s hand as he walked out into the sea of dunes. Gaara looked back to where his companion stood, unmoving. He frowned but walked up to her and looked into her eyes. Gaara saw fear and nervousness swimming in the green irises.

Gaara smiled and gently pulled Saretha to him, “Don’t worry, I’m here.”

His voice was hoarse and Gaara ducked his head down to kiss the girl’s lips gently. His tongue traced the seam of her mouth which parted to allow his tongue to slip into the warm caverns of her mouth. Saretha tasted of caramel and peaches, Gaara lapped at her tongue gently coaxing it to life tasting more of that sweet taste with each sweep of his tongue.

Saretha kissed him back just as passionately and he moaned into her mouth wrapping his arms around her torso in a possessive action of love. Gaara rocked his hips against her and she purred so low in her throat that he felt the vibrations rocket straight from his lips to his half hard erection.

Gaara pulled back with a gasp, running his tongue over his slick and swollen lips. He looked at Saretha, her eyes were closed and her breath was coming out in quick pants. Her lips were red with the blood that had moved there from all the stimulation, the way she looked right there was enough to make him think thoughts that would send him to Hell and back.

“C’mon we better start going,” he rasped out and walked off into the heat, feeling Saretha hurrying after him.

Gaara had come so close to losing it right then. It had been this way for the weeks that had followed the end of trees signaling the forest’s end. The sexual tension between him and his girlfriend had grown to barely containable heights and it was driving them both insane.

Gaara let out a relieved sigh when he felt his pants loosen; it had been an uncomfortable 10 minutes of walking with what felt like a log shoved down his pant leg. He looked up from the fire he was making for their camp. They had decided to stop early for it would be dark soon and they had found an overhanging rock that provided enough shade to keep them from burning.

Temari and Kankurou had fallen asleep just when the first few stars had started to appear. Gaara glanced up when he heard Saretha move closer to him. He smirked as a sudden idea hit him.

“May I have this dance?” Gaara was holding out his hand with his lips curved into an inviting smile.

Saretha grinned and nodded eagerly placing her hand into his. She let herself be pulled into his arms and he pulled her flush against his body. The two teenagers moved to a beat only they could hear.

Gaara picked up a rhythm and began to move sensually against his partner, grinding his hips into her's. Saretha groaned slightly and made a rolling motion with her pelvis that caused Gaara to gasp and bend his head to kiss her lips hungrily.

The boy’s knee slipped in between her legs and Saretha moaned long and low as she rubbed her self against the offered limb wantonly. His tongue parted her lips and he gently nipped her bottom lip. She moved back slightly so she could wrap her lips around his tongue and suck on it, lightly scraping her teeth along the tip. The action sent jolts of pleasure down his spine and straight to his thickening cock.

“We have to stop,” Gaara gasped regretfully leaving her warmth and forcing himself to calm down.

Saretha whined slightly in protest but nodded. If they had continued… well this wouldn’t be the time or place to do that. So instead Gaara pressed his lips to Saretha’s in a chaste kiss and went to stand watch as she laid down to sleep.

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“Gaara? Are you ok?” Saretha asked hovering over the boy’s still form. The small group of ninjas had been in the desert for two days and Gaara had slowly been feeling worse and worse. Though he couldn’t understand why, his body’s temperature had been sky rocketing higher every day and every night it plummeted down close to freezing. He hadn’t told anyone about what had been happening, but this morning he it had gotten so bad that every time he moved it felt as if someone was slicing open his skin with a burning sword.

Gaara opened eyes and tried to sit up, but fell back with a moan of pain. Saretha’s brow wrinkled in a frown and she gently pressed the inside of her wrist to his sweating forehead. She let out a gasp and jerked her wrist back from his head and rubbed it as if in pain.

“You’ve got a fever. You actually burned me!” Saretha’s surprise was evident in her voice as she called over the rest of the group.

They spoke in quiet voices above Gaara as he drifted in and out of dazed, fever induced hallucinations.

“Our best bet is to get to the village as soon as possible. We’ll try to make him more comfortable on the trip but it won’t be too long before we reach the village, maybe another day or so,” Temari said looking down at her brother in concern.

Saretha nodded and helped to move Gaara onto the small stretcher they had made out of the bedrolls. All together the three ninjas lifted their teammate and began to move out into the hot sand filled desert.

When they had stopped for lunch Saretha brought some water to Gaara. She gently placed a wet cloth on his forehead as she prodded him awake from his fevered delusions.

“Gaara? You need to drink some water,” Saretha whispered as the boy stirred.

She helped Gaara sit up and tipped a small bowl full of cold water to his chapped lips. He greedily sucked the cooling liquid into his burning throat, leaving a trail of healing in the place of the burns. He nodded his thanks and slumped back onto the cloth beneath him.

It had been a few hours since the company of teenagers had stopped and they were all exhausted by the time the Village of the Sand came into a wavering image.

“There it is. At last. We’re almost there Gaara hold on,” Saretha had noticed that the young boy was slowly getting worse, his fever had begun to rise again and he thrashed in the litter.

*They had better hurry; I can feel my inner demon fighting the barriers. When I’m this weak I can’t control him,* Gaara’s thoughts were cloudy but he knew that bad thing would happen if the demon inside him got free. Bad things would happen to Saretha, the person he cared about most.

TBC…..