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A/N: This is going to a set of unrelated drabbles involving crackSakura pairings, most of which I'm probably going to post/take from my lj before putting here. This chapter: Gaara and Sakura.
The Colors We Make
All you had to do to make the color pink was add white to red. Sakura knew it could be as simple as that. It was as simple as that, but for some reason, running her hands through his rough auburn hair, she couldn't imagine it, this dried red color into its softer, more feminine dilution. His hair was the color of beating, meaty hearts, and her hair was the color of bitten, kissed lips, and together their hair melded together to form something more than their own hue. Sakura half-smiled at her poetic thoughts, and sank down to kiss him as he reached up for her hand.
He was so needy, even now, but she couldn't deny him though sometimes his rough grip on her wrists hurt her, or how his eyes burned too brightly for her to look away despite the dizziness she felt. Because in those moments when he kissed her softly, like now, she could taste the loneliness that permeated his skin, that had made up so much of his past. She recognized that feeling, if she had never felt it intensely as he had. So she let him touch her where he wanted, and sometimes it hurt but it was worth it, at the sight of his eyes narrowing with something like relief.
And sometimes, afterwards, he would hold her as she fell asleep. She felt guilty at the fact that he could never rest, while his presence so easily could make her drift off. But at the same time, he held her so gently that all she could do was to try not to cry in gratefulness (she had already done that too many times before).
All you had to do to make red was to cut your skin. But perhaps it was simpler than that.