Tension - KaguraHale - Naruto [Archive of Our Own] (2024)

As soon as you walked in, you felt the tension.

The Kazekage and some jounin ninja were talking. A heated discussion by the nervous look in the ninjas' eyes and the Kazekage's relatively cold glare he gave the three of them in return, seated behind his desk. You understood—you knew how scary it could be to talk to Gaara. He was intimidating, radiating power and defiance, apathetic to pretty much everyone save his siblings and Naruto. Except, he hadn't been able to see much of them lately.

You felt bad for him.

As Gaara's secretary, you managed his schedule and helped with any overwhelming paperwork that needed to get done. Right now though, you were bringing him some tea with the determination to ask him to take a break. He was running himself ragged and you didn't want him to push himself too hard. That was your plan anyway, until you knocked and walked in on what was now unfolding before you.

"Enough, I don't need to hear any more," Gaara said, cutting off the ninja mid-sentence.

One of them tried to plead, "But Kazekage—!"

"I said enough!" Gaara didn't even flinch, his tone was cold and unwavering. "My answer is no."

Another went to open their mouth but witha last look at Gaara—their eyes meeting for only the briefest second before they had to pull their gaze away, uneasy—they closed it and turned around, exiting the room. Their companions quickly left as well, shoving past you and almost making you drop the tea.

After seeing the trio leave, you looked back to Gaara and saw the despondent expression that fleetingly crossed his features before he looked at you and it was gone. The mask back in place; that cold stoicism. Seeing it always made you wonder what secrets lied beneath the surface. What were his real feelings?

You walked briskly over to his desk to set the tray down beforebowing to show your respect. He seemed to scoff at it and you didn't know why.

"If it's alright for me to say, Kazekage, I really think you should take a break." You were mustering all the confidence that you could just to get the words out.

He looked callously out the window behind him. "I'm fine."

You sighed and looked down at the tea cup on the desk, a beautiful rose colored liquid reflecting the fading sunlight of the day. "You've been working so hard, you haven't taken a break since you became the Kazekage." He turned a questioning look at you. "I know you're strong and trying to do things right, but even you need some time to yourself." You looked back up and your eyes met his.

Gaara didn't respond. Instead, he seemed to be considering all you said, absently staring at you.That pale blue-green gaze made you feel nervous—but not afraid like the ninja had been—anda light blush spread over your features, burning hottest on the apples of your cheeks.

He leaned to one side in his chair,elbow propped up on the arm as he ran a finger over his chin in thought. You really wished he would say something. You were beginning to feel uncomfortable and couldn't meet his eyes anymore as you started shifting your weight from one foot to another just to relieve some of the tension that was building from the silence.

"Thank you for the tea," he finally said, picking up the cup and taking a sip. His words jarred the intense moment away and all you could do was stand there and feel slightly confused. Gaara noticed and set the cup back down. "Is there something else?"

"Um . . ." You did your best to shake the stupor away, "No . . .That wasall." He nodded before taking another sip of his drink. You took this as a sign of dismissal and turned to start walking away. Then, just as you reached out for the handle of the door, he stopped you.

"Where are you going?"

You turned around, "I was just leaving—"

"I didn't dismiss you," He cut off, staringover the rim of his cup. This startled you and filled you with embarrassment. Had you upset him? Why did you jump to conclusions like that?Your mind started to panic about losing your job. Your eyes widened as you twiddled your thumbs and your lips parted as your breathing came faster.

You needed this job.

You stumbled over an awkward apology, not really knowing what to say. Gaara just watched you with amusem*nt. The expression didn't feel cruel but you still frowned.Is this funny to him? Never had you seen Gaara show more than agitation towards his job and how busy it kept him. Even though he continued to tell you that it didn't bother him and he didn't mind all the work.

"Come here," he said after an awkward silence. Or at least, it was awkward for you.

You obeyed and made your way back, still twiddling your thumbs. Your cheeks burned under his gaze and a strange feeling was starting to build inside of you.

"Look at me," he said softly, and youdid so. His eyes met yours and you saw something strange in them that had never been there before—desire.Was it for you? A yearningbloomed in your stomach at the sight, foreign after such a long time alone. Did he want you?

Gaara cut your thoughts short as he stood from his chair and strode around the desk to stand in front of you. You wished he would stop looking at you like that. It was intense and made a shiver run down your spine. Your heart fluttered as you felt your need for him grow and pool in your center. Was it just you, though? It had been years since your last relationship and you hadn't realized until now just how much you missed intimacy. Even this small moment of long stares and electrically charged tension felt like stumbling upon an oasis.

You mentally shook your head. What were you thinking? This was the Kazekage! The leader of Sunagakure! And you were daydreaming about having sex with him.

You knew he had had a girlfriend before—just one—and you always wondered why it never worked out. Gaara, especially, had been broken for months after when they split, always donning a lonely expression whenever he saw her in the village. But lately, you hadn't seen those sullen gazes or heard those periodic, longing sighs while he worked. Had he finally moved on?

Gaara reached out a hand, placing a finger under your chin and tilting your head back to look at him. Your heart was thundering like a caged, wild animal; you were sure he could hear it. Then . . . he leaned in, just inches from your ear, and whispered something that made time stop.

"Can I have you?"

You were certain it was a dream. A lust filled, sex-deprived, blissful dream that you would wake from any moment. But the moment kept going, and instead, you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist and hold you steady when your knees began to feel weak. This time, when you looked in Gaara's eyes, you saw a lost boy. A boy asking permission for something he so badly craved.

You breathed out a small "yes" and then saw his eyes light up. You had never felt so wanted before.

You needed out of your clothes. They felt like a prison and a desperate desire to have his skin on yours was consuming you. But first, Gaara leaned down and kissed you. His lips were soft and when he ran his tongue over your bottom lip, you opened your mouth for him, tasting the tea he had been drinking. A mix of spice and floral.

The kiss was fire, hot and wanting, intermingled with gasps of breath. A hand was at your waist, the other traveling up your back and pushing the fabric of your top up. His fingers were warm and sent your skin singing as he traced the curves of your torso, moving over your stomach and then up towards your breast. You moaned, thankful you hadn't worn a bra today.

Gaara broke the kiss and walked behind you, leaving you dazed. You heard a faint 'click’ and turned around in time to see him lock the door before coming back to where you were standing. He smiled, it was the first smile you had ever seen on his face, and then he kissed you again. This time it didn't feel like enough. The desire in you was growing. You tangled your fingers in his red hair and deepened the kiss as he pushed you back onto his desk and shoved everything on it onto the floor. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew all those files were going to be a pain to organize but right now it didn't matter.

You sat on his desk and he stood between your legs as he wrapped them around his hips, pulling you both closer. He trailed kisses from your lips to your jawline. Then to your neck and the little dip down by your collarbone. He undid the fastenings of your bottoms and then discarded them to the side. You were soaking through your panties and he could feel it too as he ran two fingers over the fabric.

Gaara moaned against your neck, "You're so ready for me . . ." You had never seen him like this before. So passionate and open, taking such control. He was doing everything right. You tilted your head back as thoughts filled your head of how he had probably done this countless times before, but you quickly pushed them away. You didn't want to think about his past relationship. You just wanted to feel.

Reaching a hand between you, you rubbed at the hard bulge pressing against Gaara's robes. He groaned and you needed to hear that sound again. You could become addicted to it. So you tugged at his clothes, not quite sure where to start taking them off. He got your hint and pulled away to undress, leaving him in a pair of boxers that hung off his hips, showing off the V that dipped down into his waistband. Then he was pulling your shirt over your head, tossing it somewhere—already forgotten. Gaara trailed kisses down from your collar to your left breast, his hand cupping the right and rubbing a thumb over your nipple while he ran his tongue in tantalizing circles around the other. You moaned and bit your bottom lip, eyes closed as you reveled in the sensations.

Then he stopped.

Hesmiled playfully at you as he slowly pulled your panties off and dropped them to the ground, removing his boxers a moment after. You couldn't help but stare, he was just as ready as you were.

Wrapping your legs back around his waist, he aligned himself to you. Just teasing at first, rubbing the head of his co*ck frustratingly from your sensitive cl*t down to your wet entrance and then back up again. You pleaded to feel him, groaning when he only pressed in the tip and rocked his hips just enough that it might drive you mad. The feeling was still ecstasy and you felt that familiar climb to the edge, but you wanted more. You needed more.You needed him to thrust into you fully, to slip his every inch inside so that you could clench down on him and revel in the friction.

Just before the climax, Garra slowed—only enough to keep you from reaching the peak. He watched your reaction with hooded eyes, enjoying your protests for more. Then, he finally—agonizingly slowly—slid his co*ck all the way in. You moaned a drawn out 'yes!' and tightened your legs around him, making him go deeper, and gripped at the edges of the desk behind you. Gaara then took your hips in his hands and started thrusting into you with a deep, steady rhythm that brought your climax in a rush. You spilled over the edge, feeling your center clench and bloom out into your extremities as you cried in pleasure.

He was going faster now, moaning as you squeezed him through your org*sm. Then he grabbed your legs and lifted them both until they rested on one side against his shoulder. He hugged your thighs to his torso and you felt him press deeper into you, his co*ck rubbing at all the right places with this angle.

Another org*sm was building as you reached up to cup your own breast, teasing your nipple. He watched you and moaned and you felt his co*ck swelling as he neared his own edge.

Almost there . . .

He moaned your name and closed his eyes as his head tilted back. You felt his org*sm rush through you and the sensation mixed with the throbbing you felt inside sent you crashing over once more. You erupted with him, white-knuckling the edge of the desk as you cried out again. But he kept going. He only stopped after your org*sm fizzled out and then gently lowered your legs back to either side of him.

You opened your eyes to find Gaara looking affectionately at you. Then he started to pull out and you hummed at the feeling of that last little bit of friction until it was gone. You felt yourself dripping in the wake of him and coyly wondered when was the last time that he had had sex.

He helped you sit up, planting one more gentle kiss on your lips, and then helped clean up the mess pouring from you before handing you your clothes and slipping back into his own with a contented smile. "I've never felt like that before."

"Is that bad?" You asked.

"No." Hekissed you, "It's the best I've ever felt."

A surge of happiness washed over you as you finished dressing, adjusting everything so you looked normal and not like you just had sex with Gaara on his desk. He unlocked the door as you fixed your hair. You turned around to see thepapers scattered all over the floor.

"I guess we should clean up," Gaara said once back at your side.

You just smiled and bit your lip, reliving it all in your head.