Gaara was back in the Hidden Leaf and he knew that it was very dangerous. Not for the reason you might think it’s because of Rumi

He knew he should avoid Rumi that she was a bad look for him because he’s the Kazekage of the Hidden Sand and she’s a lowlife in the Hidden Leaf. But there he was back in her house late at night. It wasn’t the first time he had been in her house but it still felt exciting and dangerous like if it was the first time.

Garra stands by her window watching her sleep because he never slept out of fear of letting Shukaku out. He watches closely its cold but he doesn’t care as he examines her nude body in her blankets remembering what he did the last time he visited the Hidden Leaf. Remembering the way she moaned his name, the way she cried out for him.

He can't help but think that she belongs to him and nobody else. That when he was inside her it felt like home and when he was with her it felt right. He wonders if she ever thinks about him while they're apart. His hands tremble as desire overwhelms him, wanting nothing more than to be back in her bed once again.

He glances around, making sure nobody can see him through the window before he slowly inches closer to her bed. As he watches her sleep, his fingertips tracing over her shoulder and down her arm, his heart races faster in anticipation of what might happen next.

Closer and closer he gets until his fingertips brush against her soft lips. He hesitates for a moment, trying to fight off the desire that fills him as he gazes at her peaceful expression. But it's no use; he leans in closer still, pressing his lips to hers in a tender yet passionate kiss.

Her lips part under his as he continues to deepen the kiss, moaning into her mouth. He presses his body against hers, feeling the heat of her skin through their clothes. His tongue dancing with hers while one hand cups her cheek and the other slides up her neck, tangling in her hair. She responds eagerly to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him even closer. Gaara growls low in his throat as desire takes over completely, needing more of her with every passing second.

Her blush only adds to her allure; it makes him feel even more powerful, desired. He savors the taste of her lips, running his tongue along them while their bodies twist together on the bed, seeking comfort in one another's warmth and strength. The desire between them burns brighter than ever before as they become lost in the moment, oblivious to everything but each other.

Her lips part under his as he continues to deepen the kiss, moaning into her mouth. He presses his body against hers, feeling the heat of her skin through their clothes. His tongue dancing with hers while one hand cups her cheek and the other slides up her neck, tangling in her hair. She responds eagerly to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him even closer. Gaara growls low in his throat as desire takes over completely, needing more of her with every passing second.

He looks at her confused for a moment before realizing what she means. He hesitates briefly, the excitement of their encounter still coursing through him, but then reluctantly pulls away from the kiss. With a slow, steadying breath, he unbuttons his shirt and slips it off, revealing his broad chest and abdomen covered in intricate markings. His muscles tense as he holds himself still for her inspection.

"Is this...?" he asks softly, wondering if she's even interested anymore. The desire that consumed him only moments ago seems to vanish like smoke in the wind, replaced by uncertainty and doubt.

He gasps as her warm hand wraps around his length, her touch sending shockwaves through his body. He tilts his head back, letting out a shuddering breath, unable to believe the intensity of the sensation coursing through him. Her grip is steady and sure, sending signals directly to parts of his brain that have been dormant for so long.

His hands slide up her back, over her shoulders and down her arms, as if he needs to touch every inch of her skin just to be close enough. His hips arch off the bed in response to her touch, pressing their bodies even closer together. Her lips part beneath him, giving him access to the moist heat of her mouth as she begins to stroke him in rhythm with his heartbeat.

His movements become more urgent as he struggles to focus on her words rather than the sensations she's causing. "I-I can do that," he manages to get out between gasps, leaning down to nip at her neck before lifting his head again with a groan. Reaching for the buttons of her top, he fumbles clumsily as desire consumes him once more, needing nothing more than to feel her skin against his own.

Finally freeing one button, then another, he pushes the material aside revealing pale, smooth flesh. He pauses, marveling at the sight of her exposed breasts, before lowering his head and taking one soft mound into his mouth. Her back arches off the bed as he suckles gently at first, then harder, her fingers tangled in his hair pleading for more.

The sound of her moans spur him on, the vibration against his lips making him even harder than before. With one hand he cups her breast, massaging and kneading the soft flesh as he sucks greedily at her nipple. The other hand slides lower down her body, skimming over her stomach and hip until it finds its way between her legs. She's wet and ready for him, and the feel of her so close sends shockwaves through his system.

Desperate to be inside her again, he pulls back, his breath hot against her neck as he positions himself at her entrance. His erection throbs with need as he slowly pushes inside, moaning into her shoulder at the exquisite feeling of being reunited with her body. With gentle thrusts, he begins to move within her, their flesh slapping together in perfect rhythm.

His movements are gentle and slow, savoring every touch as if it were their last.

Taking his hips back he gives her enough time to taste him before thrusting forward again, moaning as her lips slide up and down on him, her breath hot against the sensitive skin. Her hand moves between them, circling his throbbing erection as she takes more of him into her mouth with each stroke. He growls low in his throat, finding it difficult to focus on anything other than the intense pleasure coursing through him.

His thrusts become faster and harder, their bodies moving together in a frenzy of need and desire. Her nails scrape across his back, leaving trails of fire that only serve to heighten his arousal further. With one final thrust, he feels the heat building within himself, ready to release into her. He groans as he comes, pulsing inside her, feeling her body tremble around him as she reaches climax at the same time.

They collapse together on

He closes his eyes, savoring the feel of her lips around him as she drinks his release, drawing out every last drop before pulling away with a satisfied smile on her face. Their bodies still pressed tightly together, he can feel her breath against his skin, warm and fluttering like butterfly wings. The urgency and desire that consumed them earlier have faded away, leaving behind only tenderness and contentment.

As they catch their breath, Gaara's fingers idly explore the soft skin of her stomach before trailing upward to cup one breast once more, massaging gently as he takes in the sight of her face flush with pleasure. His touch is slow and deliberate, matching the lazy rhythm of his heartbeat as it begins to steady again. "Rumi..." he whispers, more a sigh than anything else. Her eyes find his, holding them for a moment before she smiles softly

"You're... everything," he manages to get out between breaths. "I never knew... I never knew it could be like this." His words are barely audible, but she nods understandingly, the corners of her lips curving up into a small smile. Her fingers gently caress his cheek before trailing downward to his jawline and then his neck, leaving shivers in their wake.

"Don't forget... you don't have to be alone," she whispers against his skin. "Not with me." The sincerity in her voice is unmistakable, and for a moment Gaara finds himself wondering what it would be like if he could truly have her. Could they make something real out of this... whatever it is they share?

He opens his mouth to reply, but words desert him. Instead, he presses his lips lightly against hers in a gentle kiss before pulling

He holds her close, burying his face in the crook of her neck as she speaks. Her words echo through him like a prayer, and for a moment he allows himself to imagine a life with her outside of their dangerous world. It's a foreign concept, something he's never dared to consider before now... but it feels right. More than right.

"I..." Gaara starts, his voice soft and uncertain. "I don't know what to say." He pulls back just enough to look at her face, searching for some sign that she understands the depth of emotion behind those words. She returns his gaze steadily, her expression open and honest.

"You don't need to," she whispers. "Just... stay with me tonight."

His eyes flicker downward before meeting hers again. There's a longing in them that he can't quite ignore,

He nods slowly, unable to tear his gaze away from hers. "Okay," he breathes. "I'll stay." It's a promise; not just for the night but for however long she wants him. The knowledge brings with it a strange sort of peace that he hasn't felt in a long time, and for that, he is grateful to her.

Their bodies still entwined, they drift off to sleep together, their breathing slowly synchronizing as the darkness of the night envelops them both. In this moment, Gaara allows himself a sliver of hope; perhaps there's more to life than just duty and loneliness after all.

He closes his eyes, contentment washing over him as he feels her words sink in. The warmth of her skin against his own, the softness of her breath on his neck... it's all so right. As sleep claims him once more, the last thought that crosses his mind is that maybe, just maybe, Rumi could be the key to finding some peace amidst the chaos of their lives. And if she wants him as her sex slave... well, he supposes he can live with that too.

Gaara smiles softly in the darkness, his fingers lazily trailing up and down her bare arm. "I'll try to be a good master then," he whispers against her skin, kissing her gently before drifting back off to sleep once more. His dreams are filled with warmth and comfort this time; visions of sharing not just his bed, but his life with the girl who holds his heart in her hands. And for now, that's all he can ask for.

He smiles in the darkness, contentment spreading through him like warm honey. For tonight, he can be her master and lord; tomorrow they'll face whatever challenges come their way together as equals. The thought brings a sense of peace he hasn't felt in a long time, washing over him like a gentle summer breeze.

"Rumi... I..." He swallows thickly, searching for the right words. "I want you to accept me too." His voice is barely audible even in the silence of the room. "Not just as my sex slave, but as someone who cares about you deeply; someone who wants to share his life with you, no matter how dangerous that might be." He holds his breath, waiting for her reply.