She was dizzy. That much she knew. The blow to her head wasn't powerful enough to knock her out, but it disoriented her. The world spun for a moment before finding itself beneath her feet. She wobbled, causing her to kneel. The gash she received to her shin was half-healed at best but the bleeding had been staunched. Her right wrist had been broken twice but she had managed to heal it when she had been on the defensive. The wrist, now sprained, was pointedly ignored as she glared at her opponent. Ignoring the pain from her dislocated shoulder, she slammed her uninjured fist to the ground in her trademark attack surprising her attacker. As the sand rose to swallow her opponent, she took this opportunity to dive into the hole she had made, buying herself time to recover.
"Do you intend to keep running away from me?"
She knew he was toying with her and it made her blood boil.
"We could end this game right now if you just give me what I want."
Hell no was the first thing that came to mind but that just her gave more incentive to keep hiding and to figure a way out of this predicament.
If anyone had told her she'd be playing cat and mouse with a man as dangerous as him, she probably would suggest a visit to a doctor if you knew what was good for you.
"Well?"
Another silent pause. She waited with bated breath as she felt his presence near her then disappear all together. Traversing through the dirt, she reacted too late and was grabbed by large, calloused hands.
Chakra almost spent she did the only thing she could; she flailed and attempted to kick the offending man's groin. Her legs connected but were locked in place by two powerful thighs. He smirked as she continued to flail in futility proving who was the better shinobi. Placing her on her feet, he raised a nonexistent eyebrow at her behavior.
"Must we start this every time I want sex?"
Stopping to glare at the man, she huffed as she blew her bangs out of her eyes. Poking him in the chest with a green nail, she seemed to regain her lost energy.
"I wouldn't do this if you stopped using your sand in bed; it gets really itchy Mr. I-spent-my-childhood-encased-in-sand thank you very much."
"Sakura"
"Gaara"
The verbal stalemate was broken as Kankurou ran out to the field they were in. As he neared the pair, he was unsurprised at the extensive damage marring the field.
"Do you guys always have to do this? Is this like foreplay or is this how you get your kicks?"
The couple quickly turned their smoldering gazes to the puppet master; the sexual tension rapidly transformed into pure unadulterated anger. It looked like dealing with an irate council was sounding very fun and safe at the moment. Taking his cue, Kankurou started to back away a step at a time aware that a misstep could result in a very messy death. A pissed off Godaime Kazekage and his even more pissed off Medic-nin wife made odds of surviving very slim.
"Guys? Guys?! I was just kidding, you know, it was just funny and pleasedon'tkillme!!"
Knowing the short fuse Sakura possessed and Gaara's willingness to go along with anything violence-related, he disappeared in a sand cloud, making a speedy escape.
"Do you think a five second head start is enough or is that too much?"
"Too much. Anymore and he'll start getting soft."
"Sakura?"
"Yes?"
"I love you."
Contented jade eyes gazed into placid cyan pupils, noting the gentle side he revealed only to her. Injuries forgotten, her response was to encircle his neck with battered hands giving him a sweet kiss. Disengaging, he bent at the hips placing lithe arms underneath her back and knees.
"Let's go punish Kankurou.'
Giggling to herself, she felt the ground disappear beneath his feet as they headed towards the village.
A pause.
"You're still not getting any from me."
A pause.
"Fine. No sand." This time.
Inner Gaara just cackled.