Paperwork

Title: Paperwork
Author: SuperHyperCrazyPerson
Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine. Period.
Acknowledgements: InfiniteFirefly gave me the idea of desk/table smex. Go check mreviver’s gorgeous, drool worthy amazing fan art. It’s totally mindblowing. It’s inspired me to write.

Author’s notes: This is the longest sex scene I’ve written. Tell me if there’s a continuity problem. Also, this will be my last chapter for a while. I go back to school in 2 days, and I’ve got some homework left to do.

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Paperwork. The most dreaded word in the galaxy. Gaara hated paperwork. Glaring at the paperwork he hoped that it’d shrivel up and die, like most of the people he glared at. He'd also figured that if he put it off long enough it would fall apart and get absorbed into the desk, or some really lucky person might just ‘stumble’ upon and out of the goodness of their hearts, fill in his paperwork! So, until that time came, Gaara settled for glaring at the growing pile of paperwork.
He was pulled out of his glaring contest with the pile of papers when his door was opened so hard it left a dent in the wall it crashed against, and slammed even harder that the foundations of the building groaned at being awoken so rudely. Then with a gust of wind, his paperwork, and all the stuff on his desk was blown out the window.
Gaara blinked and looked out the window where his paperwork got swept out of, not to mention the broken glasses that once held his caffeine hit. He couldn’t possibly get to work on it now that it was all out of order… (And hopefully gone with the wind) Temari had just provided her brother with another reason to put off paperwork. ‘It was Temari’s fault.' would deter most of his advisors. They were frightened of him already, but they were terrified of his big sister. They thought that since he was intimidating, his older sister would be 10 times scarier.
He jumped up and run towards her. “Thanks!” pinning her against the door, with one hand.
In Temari’s left hand was her fan, in her right was a tray of refreshments, a tea set, presumably with tea inside and 2 bowls of cookies and cream ice-cream which she managed to clear his desk, and hold at the same time.
His other arm reached up to move her hair away so he could kiss and nuzzle her neck.
Turning her head, Gaara leaned his head up for a kiss. His tongue pushed into her mouth and she began to suck greedily while arching her body further into the hand that was teasing and plucking at her nipples. Somehow, she managed to keep hold of her fan and the tray.
“You know, I didn’t clear your desk so that you could screw me against the door” She murmured lowly.
“Fine, I’ll screw you on the desk then.” He lifted her from leaning heavily against the door and carried her bridal style to his desk. Somewhere along the way, Temari dropped her fan on the floor with a thud, and managed to remove Gaara’s fishnet shirt with one hand, which she decided to throw out the window, so that it wasn’t lonely all by itself on the floor. He sat her on the edge of his desk, while he stood in front of her. Temari placed the tray gently onto his desk, careful not to spill any of the contents.
Anyone unfortunate enough to stand down there at that certain time, would be showered with coffee, paperweights, pens, shards of glass, glue sticks, and various articles of clothing. Depending on the way you look at it, the person may be extremely unfortunate or really blessed. You see, they could be a fanatic of Gaara, and want articles of his clothing (for some reason). They might not have their own glue stick, and now be blessed with the Kazekage’s or they might not have had their coffee yet, and are on the way to the coffee shop, when they can have it for free, courtesy of the sky. They would save $2.50, but wouldn’t get a free doughnut with it.
“You know, we never seem to talk anymore. It’s just shagging.” Temari observed.
Gaara grunted, while fighting with clasps on her dress, he’d managed to unclasp all of them, and tugging her dress down to reveal her fish net singlet. He roughly tugged it over her head to reveal her see-through bra. He pulled her dress down to her ankles, to reveal her crotch-less undies, which were also see-through. Upon seeing her goddess body he felt himself grow hard, all the blood gathering at his arousal. He decided to undo her bra, even though there wasn’t anything that couldn’t be seen with it on. Pulling it off her arms, he threw it behind him, out the window.
Gaara moved both hands to grasp her breasts, rubbing and stroking them, rolling her nipples between his fingers. “Do you like that, hmm Temari? Do you like me to touch you?” His whisper against her neck was giving her goose bumps. She was rotating her hips, whimpering and pressing into him as she was pressing her legs together to ease the ache that was building in her. He pushed her flat onto her back, so he could get a better view of her pink pussy. Temari, not wanting to be naked while he had an advantage over her, grasped the zipper on her little brother’s pants, and tugged hard, she gasped when she realized he wasn’t wearing anything under them. He stepped back to shimmy the rest the way out of his pants and moved back to Temari, his hand cupping her cheek then sliding down her neck. Reaching down, he wrapped his arms around her and drew her to him for a kiss. Her hands slid around his neck and he leaned further into her, kissing her deeply. Temari opened her mouth wide, inviting his tongue to take possession. He searched her mouth, slanting his head and pressing his cool chest against her erect nipples. . He teased and lured her tongue back into his mouth. His hands slid down her arms to caress her breasts. When he pulled her panties off with a jerk, Temari moaned. Opening her eyes, she looked at Gaara as he looked down at her. His expression could only be described as ravenous. Her eyes grew wide with astonishment as he stepped closer to her and hooked a thigh over each of his forearms.
“You know what I’m going to do? I’m gonna see if you taste just how you smell. Delicious”
The minute Gaara buried his head between Temari’s legs, she felt a thrill run through her, running straight to her pussy. His nose nestled intimately into her soft, blonde curls, breathing in her scent, the fresh musky scent that was uniquely hers.
Waves of pleasure ran through her as he held her legs wide apart and licked at her.

“God, Temari you’re so desirable, you taste like sunshine... like vanilla and honeysuckle.” Gaara murmured lowly into her dripping wet sex.

“Shut up and suck!”

Gaara traced lightning quick circles around the hard nub of her clitoris, until her hips jerked and shuddered beneath him, her back pressed against the mahogany of the table. Then, he sealed his mouth tightly around it, suckling it like a nipple between his lips, barely flicking the tip with his tongue. The scent of her arousal was like a drug, he could live on it forever. With a strangled gasp, Temari came, screaming Gaara’s name.

Sliding up her body, Gaara pressed his lips to hers, her juices still on his lips.

He reached a hand down to guide himself to her slippery entrance, his thumb rubbing her clitoris. Leaning down to kiss her again, he flexed his hips and slowly began to enter her.
His hand went around grabbed the firm globes of her ass as she jumped up and wrapped her strong legs around his waist. Her slick walls clamped down around his dick. Her lips were slacks as moans of pleasure drifted to him. Closing his eyes against the sensations drumming through his senses, Gaara began to move his hips slowly, firmly, burying himself deep between Temari’s legs. He reached around and pinched Temari’s clit between his forefinger and his thumb her walls clamping down on his cock as he pounded into her silken channel. He closed his mouth over hers, pushing his tongue inside to match the rhythm of his still moving lower body. Sliding her arms around his shoulders, she pulled him closer, opening her mouth wider to his, arching her breasts up to rub against his chest. Dropping his head to her shoulder, he thrust harder, running his hands over her bottom and thighs. Reaching down to hold Gaara still and keep him inside her, Temari came, convulsing around him. Gaara broke from her grip and continued to thrust into her. Snarling deeply, the sound vibrating through him, Gaara buried his face in her neck, biting roughly before he came too, releasing his seed into her throbbing body. They lay like this for what seemed to be an eternity.

They were both coated in a thin sheen of sweat, but Temari was not fully sated yet. She still wanted to taste her little brother. The table was all sticky on her back, from her sweat and their juices. Pushing Gaara off her with enough force to drive him back onto his comfy leather chair, she slid off the table and crouched in between Gaara’s legs.

His eyes widened when he saw what she was about to do, he felt lust building inside him once more, the blood pounding loudly in his ear, his dick, twitching and growing semi-hard. Moments later, he was engulfed in her heat, the warm velvety inside of her mouth.
Temari's head bobbed back and forth drawing his turgid flesh in and out of her mouth as her slender warm hand messaged his balls. She relaxed her throat muscles. His dick hit the back of her throat and an agonized moan of pleasure escaped his lips.
She mixed her saliva with his pre-cum making his head wet, shiny and slick. She opened her mouth again taking his entire length down her throat again. Gaara's eyes rolled back from the pleasure.
"Cum in my mouth, Gaara. I want to taste you," she murmured around a mouth full of dick. The pulsation of her words caused another jolt of pleasure to flow through him. She looked up locking her eyes with his. His dick moved in and out of the wet, slick, hot cavern of her mouth.
Suddenly the swollen flesh encased in her mouth twitched and liquid shot to the back of her throat, she swallowed it all, and licked the little drop on her lip.
Exhausted and sated, Temari situated herself on Gaara’s lap, one quick peck to his lips and rested her head on his shoulder to promptly fall asleep.
Huh, leave her to fall asleep right after multiple orgasms.

Days later…. When Naruto, the Hokage comes to visit.

“Is that a wet spot on your desk, Gaara?”

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