You had perched yourself comfortably in his lap, wrapped in the warmth of his embrace as he sat at his desk, surrounded by piles of paperwork and documents.

Gaara continued to work, his hand occasionally rising to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle and affectionate.

You watched him work, admiring the intense focus etched on his face, the crease of his brows, and the tiny pout forming on his lips as he concentrated on a particularly challenging document.