"Oh Kami I've missed you," he whispered, pressing a kiss softly behind her ear. "You're everything I've thought about since I left."
She nuzzled her nose into his neck, grabbing fistfuls of his hair. She pressed her body into his, almost desperately. She brought her mouth back up to his, pressing heated, fervent kisses everywhere she could. On his face, his mouth, his lips…
He grabbed the back of her head and brought her back to his lips, capturing her in a passionate, heated kiss. A groan escaped his mouth and he grinded his hips into hers, already feeling his member's hardness. A growl escaped his throat, and a need was making itself known A need for her, to protect her, to love her, to make her happy. He pulled her back to look into her face, his hand gently caressing her cheek, softly, lovingly. He stared into her deep emerald eyes, and reveled in them. Her face, flushed as pink as her hair, was heated as she grew more and more flustered from his kisses. Her lips, so soft, so decadent, were swollen. Her chest was heaving in an effort to regain her breath and her eyes closed for just a moment, to savor it.
So beautiful.
Slowly, she opened her eyes, taking in his face, and brown eyes stared back with such passion and intensity, but with overwhelming tenderness. His hair was wild and unruly, poking out of his cat-mask, which was tilting off of his head, askew. Arms were around her waist, pulling her tighter to him, and she felt his hot breath by her ear and shuddered. "Kami, I love you…" he whispered hoarsely, trying to disguise the longing and the need. Trying, and failing miserably.
For, in truth, as much as it had hurt his pride to admit, she really was everything to him. She calmed him down when he was mad, made him laugh, made him happy. No other woman, with all the crappy relationships he'd had before in the past, had ever succeeded in doing that. One look at Haruno, Sakura, however, and Kankuro of the sand completely melted. Everything that ever was, every bit of his past, present, and future worries disappeared, leaving only her left in its place. Her face, her laugh, her smile…
Oh, but of course it had hurt his manly pride at first. To think, that he, Kankuro of the Sand, the great puppet master, and one of the three fierce protectors of Sunagakure, would give up everything-his name, rank, and life, for one girl, all because he fell in love.
What was he, a sentimental fool?
No.
He would make her leave…that was his solution. She was here on a mission to help improve Suna's medical core since it very truly was a joke. He would just tell her to pack up, that they've got it all under control. He was in charge of the project anyway, according to Gaara, his younger brother and Kazekage of Suna. He made his way to the hospital, where she'd been working non-stop, hours at a time, to help out his village. He slowed his steps and faltered a bit…
No! She cannot stay!
And he continued on, his anger rising in every step. He would deal with this now. Right now.
He pushed his way through the main doors, up the stairs and to her office and threw open the door to find…
A sleeping Sakura, bags under her eyes, head resting on a mountain of paperwork and looking utterly beautiful.
Oh, God dammit.