Always Remember to Smile ||GaaFuy Oneshot Booklet||

Salsa Chips

A/N: Borrowed this from my Sebastian x Reader booklet on Quotev.

Gaara spied the lean, raven haired woman and smirked. Fuyu had just come home after a long, horribly busy day at work. Dragging her work bag along the beige carpet, the exhausted female made her way to the kitchen where her personal chef and rather submissive husband awaited coyly. He could sense the irritation from the day rolling off of her small frame in tangible waves, but he knew how to make her unassailable frown into a whimsical grin.

"Your dinner awaits, my lady," he hooked arms with her and led her towards a table decorated with the upmost opulence.

"Gaara Sabaku, what's with that shit eating grin?"

"Let me feed you?"

She took the seat he offered with a slight moment of vacillation, her mouth opened slightly. He grinned harder, scooping up a tortilla chip and stabbing it into the thick red salsa. It was made with her favourite ingredients, and she could smell how fresh it was. Once her hubby slipped it past her lips and over her teeth, Fuyu could taste the explosion of flavours- cinnamon, parsley, basil...

"Wanna know how I like my salsa?" Gaara wiped some off of her ebony chin and licked it off his fingers.

"How?" Damn, she was turned on now

"Just like how I like my women- hot," he swept in and kissed her.

Something was hot alright- and this time, it wasn't the salsa.

"Well, guess what?" Fuyu purred as he pulled away, his fingers dangerously close to her inner thigh.

"What?" Gaara didn't move his face away from hers, just held it an centimetre or less away.

She grabbed the bag of chips, hoping to find a sexy adjective on the bag. Something like nice and hard...

"I like my men," she glanced at the bag, "hand cooked."

HAND COOKED?!

Gaara erupted into laughter before wiping away a tear from his sea foam eye, his sinister smirk back in place.

"Then follow me, because I know the perfect recipe."