My first non one shot, more chapters soon. So enjoy and please review

The wind lashed at his blood red hair and the motorbike purred loudly as the ground sped from beneath it. The countryside flew past a mere blur to Gaara's sea green eyes and he felt the sun touch his pale skin. For a moment he thought it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. That was until he felt a lean arm grasp his waist even tighter, then he knew nothing could compare to her. The slender arms hold was so firm that he could hardly breathe and the hot breath against his back sent shivers down his spine, but he didn't care. She was holding onto him at that was all that mattered. He was the one who got her embraces, her hugs, her candy kisses. He was the one who she would slip into bed with, and he was the one she had suggested the road trip to. No one could ever take that away from him.

Sakura gave a small gasp as the smooth road merged into a rough dirt one, and the motorbike shook and hummed over the sand. Her vibrant pink hair flew from her face and trailed behind as she scrunched her emerald eyes closed tightly. She clung to Gaara as though her life depended on it, and it quite possibly did. He smirked and gave one of his smug chuckles as the bike slowed suddenly.

"Your not scared, are you blossom?" he asked smugly purposely swerving the bike causing Sakura to let out a shrill scream.

"Asshole!" she screamed, trying to squeeze the very life from him

"Wimp" he snorted, hiding the slight grin spread across his face

"We need some helmets!" she cried as the bike swerved around a corner

"Don't be a sissy, I'm all the protection you'll ever need"

"Hmph!" she grumbled unsatisfied

"Look if any-" before he could finish a car swerved around the bend almost colliding with them. Gaara quickly turned the bike causing both himself and Sakura to be flung off in the process. Instantly his arm shot forward infusing the sand with chakra, cushioning their fall.

He watched in horror as Sakura's limp body hit the sand with violent force. A gut wrenching crack echoed endlessly in Gaara's ears as he raced to her side. "Sakura...?" he whispered gently brushing a strand of hair out of her pained face, letting out a sigh of relief as he saw her chest rise and fall with jagged breaths. "Sakura where does it hurt?"

She opened her watery eyes, fighting back her tears, "Everywhere" she groaned trying to sit up. Gaara used his thumb to wipe away the tears.

"Drama queen" he mumbled

"It huuurts!" she whined holding out her arms "Carry me"

"What about my bike?" he asked eyeing up the smoky reck several metres away

"What's more important to you, the bike or me?"

"Well…" he forced himself to his feet and turned away

"Gaara no Sabaku! Stop being such as ass and carry your girlfriend!" Sakura cried angrily. As his arms wrapped around her small frame he growled softly in her ear. She wrapped her slender arms around his neck in content and buried her face in the crook of his neck, as he carried her across the sand bridal style.

"Look at my poor baby" he cried dropping Sakura to a heap on the floor and racing over to the steaming pile of metal. Running his hands along the dusty wreckage he sighed.

"Hmph!" Sakura pouted, crossing her legs and folding her arms, glaring at Gaara childishly. "Nice to know I mean so much to you!" She frowned, her brow creasing slightly.

"You're just jealous" he said coolly

"What can that bike give you that I can't?" she murmured trying to sound as seductive as possible, but failing miserably as she choked on a cloud of dust.

Gaara looked at her with his emotionless face "Are you going to carry me to that town?" he pointed to a small blurry dot off in the distance.

"Why keep a dog and bark myself?" she laughed impishly, her emerald eyes shining brightly. He frowned and glared at her as coldly as he could, but her silky laughter still had the ability to make him melt inside. No matter how many times he was told 'She's too good for you' 'She doesn't love you' 'You don't deserve her'; he would keep on hanging on, and never give her up to anyone. He blocked out the voices and heard only her rich angelic laughter.

"Gaara?" Sakura waved her hand in front of his face like an idiot 'You're off with the fairies again"

"I'm sorry blossom, but they make much better convocation that you" he smirked, scooping her up into his masculine arms.

"Witty bastard" she murmured planting butterfly kissed along his cheek and jawbone, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Annoying blossom" he grinned, kissing her forehead.

Only after they were in the privacy of their motel room did Gaara allow himself to collapse into a heap on the bed. His chest rose in heaves as he exhaled each painful breath, and his crimson hair stuck to the hot sweat dripping from his brow. Sakura curled up against his side, resting her head gently against his chest and draping her arm around him. Gaara used one arm to pull her closer against him, while the other caressed her pink locks of silky hair.

Sakura crinkled her nose and lifted her head to stare into the blackness of Gaara's closed eyes. "Gaara?" she whispered softly, letting her hair fall over his pale face.

"Hn?" he replied simply without so much as opening an eyelid.

"You need a shower, you're all sweaty and you smell bad" Sakura tried as hard as she could to keep as strait face, but as his jade eyes shot open she leant forward to kiss him, to hide the grin on her face. The saltiness of his sweat stung her dry lips and she shivered as he hand travelled up her spine, gently grasping the back of her neck. After a while her oxygen levels became dangerously low and she broke away. A small gasp escaped her lips as Gaara pulled her back down towards hi, and began to kiss the tender part of her neck. She whispered his name softly as his tongue caressed the pulse beneath the skin. He pulled away suddenly and ran his tongue along his thin lips.

"Sakura blossom, you smell, but your sweat sure does taste delicious" he smirked leaning towards her again.

"Gaara your disgusting!" she laughed, pushing him away

"I try" he chuckled, growling at the back of his throat. He pinned down her arms, planting kisses along her shoulders and across her collar bone.

"Gaara!" she giggled shaking her head and kicking her legs furiously, but without hope. He placed a leg over either side of her small waste, careful not to damage her frail frame. She wriggled beneath him and with all her might she pushed Gaara away and rolled on top of him.

"We need a shower" she said wrinkling her nose"

"Indeed we do blossom" he grinned "indeed we do…"

The End

Gaara's a little OOC... perhaps he's on drugs, shhh don't tell Sakura...