RTK- Lemonade

Bonus Lemon 1: Electric

It's the first bonus lemon, aaaa! That means this isn't in RTK, it's just a deleted scene I am sharing with you here. You're welcome.

Electric

An inky sky, studded with stars, hanged like a canopy above the palace of Sunagakure, one fateful Summer night. The stars seemed closer, like he could reach out and touch them, the breeze so warm he had to remove his dressing gown as he left his room, searching for respite on the palace rooftop. In his dark blue sleeping robe, the Kazekage stood, silent, lost in thought and worry, looking down at his village, from the rooftop of his home. Months ago, he had struck the woman he loved with a pearl necklace on this very spot, marking her as his, forever. Their love had seen him overcome death, return to Earthly planes once more, just for a chance to look at her again. That delicate moonbeam that danced between the stars was fast asleep in their bed, a few floors below. The Kazekage had blown a straying curl of hair from her face as she slept, half-wishing for her to wake up, but she did not. So, contemplating a very serious issue that had been brought to his attention at a meeting with a villager that afternoon, Gaara sought solace in the empty rooftop of the palace. Here, alone, only kept company by his thoughts, perhaps he could come up with a solution to the villager's irrigation problem.

But he was not alone. That delicate dancing girl that he had left in his bed, was peering through the gap in the planks of the rooftop door at him. Wondering what thoughts he could be so lost in, what troubles had carried him away from their bed in the middle of the night? Being a little vain, Ai was a insulted: if Gaara was having such trouble sleeping, she could have offered him some relief from the boredom of a lonely night. But he had not troubled her, not stirred her, not pinned her down and begged for her attention as he had the night before.

She pushed on the door and walked out onto the rooftop. Gaara's silhouette was outlined against the starry night sky. He stood with his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on some distant point on the horizon, lost in thought. In the warmth of the desert night, he wore only his simple blue robe, the fabric fluttering gently in the breeze. She approached him quietly, wearing her white sleeping dress, small trinkets of diamond jewellery sparkling around her to match the stars in the sky. Her footsteps muffled by the soft soles of her silk slippers. When she was just a few feet away, Ai paused, taking a moment to admire the strong lines of his back, the way his hair glinted red in the moonlight. Would he forever have this hold over her? Would he forever be the most beautiful thing she had every seen?

"What is so pressing, Kazekage, that it stole you away from me in the middle of the night?" she teased, her voice cutting through the stillness of the night.

Gaara stiffened, his shoulders tensing at the sound of her voice. He turned slowly to face her, his expression one of worry and surprise. "Ai," he acknowledged, his tone flat. "I thought you were asleep."

Ai smirked, sauntering closer to him. "You cannot remove starlight from the sky, Gaara, do not separate yourself from me with worry," she said kindly, noting the crease in his brow, the lack of smile in appreciation for her poetry. "You're still concerned by your governing of the village today?" Ai knew, deep down, that Gaara was a good man, intelligent and just, he was a fair and excellent ruler of the village. But often, his stress, his worry, consumed him and he could see nothing else. Sometimes he was unsure of himself, unaware of how well-suited he was to the role of Kazekage and unable to find relief from the stress of his obligations. His love smirked at him knowingly; what did he think Ai was here for, if not to relieve him of the pressures of his title.

"What's so amusing?" Gaara questioned her smirk.

"I suppose I have always found it funny that a suitor for the political position of Kazekage is...so undemocratically decided," She watched as Gaara's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed on her, too caught up in his worry to see straight through her games.