The Dust Devil [English Version]

Chapter ∞ - NSFW

 This passage contains an explicit sex scene. Please be aware of the nature of the content before continuing to read. It is intended to be integrated into the fanfiction in the future.

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                      Gaara lifted the flap of the tent.

Hatsu was there, in front of him, her face bathed in the gentle light of the moon, almost an unreal vision in the night. They looked at each other with astonishment for a moment, their eyes expressing more than words could convey.

"Kazekage-sama, please forgive me. My words were surely not appropriate given the current situation," she said, her voice breaking the silence of the desert.

Her words hung in the air, as if suspended in time, the outside world slowly fading away, leaving only the reality of their newfound closeness.

Enough was enough!

In an almost impetuous gesture, Gaara seized the young girl's wrist, pulling her inside the tent with determination. As the flap fell behind them, one of his hands found Hatsu's face, the other resting on her waist, gently drawing her close as his lips met hers.

It was a deep kiss, far from the reserve that so characterized the Kazekage, revealing long-contained desires and an unwavering affection that had been silenced for too long by duty, distance, and time.

Their breaths were still mingling when he stepped back slightly, just enough to look into Hatsu's eyes.

"It is I who should apologize. If I am ever hesitant with You, it is because I fear not finding the right words to express myself," he confessed softly, in a rare vulnerability for him. "I can never say it enough, but..."

He leaned imperceptibly, his lips almost brushing the young girl's ear, his proximity sending a shiver through her, before whispering with all the tenderness and depth of his feelings: "I love you!"

The heart of the kunoichi exploded in her chest like fireworks tearing through the dark night sky. A thousand butterflies seemed to flutter in her stomach, making her breath shorter and more hurried.

Her gaze met Gaara's once again.

Then, as if seeking a new anchor amidst the intensity of the moment that was playing havoc with her senses, her left hand found the top of his jacket. She lightly grasped the fabric, her fingers trembling in a gesture that betrayed her need to feel even closer to him, and she tilted her head in a subtle movement.

Responding to this silent invitation, Gaara kissed her. His lips touched hers, savoring their softness with a slowness laden with promises. Then, finding her tongue, he deepened their kiss, exploring and affirming a restrained yet palpable passion.

His lips delicately parted from hers, trailed down to the hollow of her neck, tracing a path of light kisses that seemed to ignite the young girl's skin.

Hatsu's mouth slightly opened, releasing a sigh. She felt his warm breath as well as his hair brushing against her neck.

She tilted her head, offering him better access, and slid her fingers through his red strands.

As Gaara's lips found hers once more, intensifying their kisses and their embrace, he gently guided her through the confined space of the tent until she was against his desk.

He lifted her by the waist, carefully, helping her to sit on the wooden edge. Hatsu's legs subtly parted, encouraging their closeness. At that moment, the papers, maps, and other war strategies scattered across the desk seemed to fade from the Kazekage's mind.