DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE NARUTO SERIES AND THE CHARACTERS. ESPECIALLY GAARA AND SAKURA.

A Night of Passion

Note: As the title suggests this chapter is basically a lemon. If it is offensive to others I apologize.

Summary: Gaara and Sakura's intimate night together.

A gust of warm wind blew gently across the window sill. The gust of wind outside the window did nothing to disturb the two figures in the posh bed. As the torrent tore through the skies outside another storm was brewing inside the Kazekage bedroom. Like a furious and inevitable storm the force and passion continued to build.

It was as if this moment in time was the very last time the lovers would be with each other. It was a stolen moment in time, a chance to do what both had longed. Although it was not the first time they had been together but to one, he knew it would be the last. On the advice of his counsel and for the good of his country he knew, he could not let this affair continue. It was not fair to either party but for the most part he figured they would learn to adapt after.

Sakura watched him through half closed eyelids; he had always been gentle in their love making but never this sensual and passionate. It still had a gentle edge to it but it was as if he was tapping into a reservoir of passion with every sensual stroke and kiss he made.

During her time in the Sand country she had gotten to know him better, as a result of the near death injury he sustained from being poisoned. What started out as nursing him back to health developed into friendship and from friendship it developed into a bond like lovers. She never in her life has imagined she would be with Gaara even if he lost that demon badger. However that badger had left traces of itself in Gaara's bloodstream, so he was still about to perform the jutsu that he did when he had it. He was in essence still not quite human, but that being do she saw beyond that and saw Gaara as a person.

Her troubling thought scattered like the sand in the wind outside the window, when he press he lips against hers. She focused on his kiss receiving what he gave and giving back when she could. She needed his strength, his intensity, his unbridled hunger for her. She wanted him and nothing more.

Her arms encircled his neck while hands explored his muscular back and rugged red hair. Their lips clung together as they knelt facing each other. He nudged her middle; she arched into him, clinging for dare life. The feeling of him was wildly erotic that she rubbed against him in sheer pleasure.

They held a kiss while he removed her blouse. Sakura tugged his shirttail from his waistband and ran her hands over his hard smooth chest. He released her long enough to whip off his shirt and toss it aside, then he wrapped her in his arms and held her to him while his mouth again ravaged hers. He let his hand roam freely underneath her long shirt, groaning when he felt the need the see her bare skin.

He rapidly removed her shirt, shorts and panties. Sakura stretched out on her back on the bed awaiting his touch. Gaara's eyes never left hers as he stepped out of his trousers and underwear. His virile nakedness made her catch her breath. He was muscular with hard and lean limbs.

Unabashedly, lustfully, she drank him in from the arches of his feet, to his proud, heavy sex, to his unsmiling mouth and lust filled emerald eyes.

He lay beside her, kissed her breasts though the cups of her bra then lowered the lace and caressed her nipples with his tongue. Running circles around her areole with his tongue, he drew a sensual moan out of her when finally latched onto her breast and suckled the nipple. Lifting his head, he gazed down at her, while his thumb made several passes over her other raised nipple. He watched her moan and squirm under his touch.

He bent his head and took her nipple into his mouth, tugged on it with a strong flexing of his jaw. Responding to a current of sexual electricity, her back arched off the bed. The torrents of sexual pulses were coursing down to her heating cavern.

A set of moans erupted through her mouth as he ran his hand over her stomach and along the outsides of her thighs. She reached for him, stroked him and he groaned with need. They kissed again but this time hungrily and greedily.

Placing a palm over each of her knees, he pushed them apart and passionately kissed the interior of her thighs. Sakura moaned and thrust her head back in pure ecstasy. But instead of slipping his hand between her thighs as she expected, he lowered his head. He surprised her with a long sensual lick from her center to her womanly folds. He rapped his tongue around her sensitive nub then gave it a gentle suck.

She cried out in ecstasy as a torrent of pleasure coursed through her body pushing her to climax, hitting every nerve with a pulse of pleasure. Her chest heaving; her body was flustered with a bright red blush and beaded with perspiration; her hair pink hair clung damply to her neck and throat.

Gaara's skin was also slippery with sweat when he levered himself above her and bridged her body with his arms. Eyes closed, face tense with anticipation, he guided himself into her. Her body seemed to swallow him. It was snug fit just like a glove. His usually expressionless features formed a grimace of immense pleasure as his hips began a rolling motion, forward and back. Slowly he withdrew and re-entered, going deeper each time into her again and again.

Sakura, who had came out of the troughs of her orgasm, was reawakened by his steady thrusts. She had never experienced their lovemaking this intense, this soul and mind capturing. She surrendered herself to it totally.

He slipped his hand beneath her hips and tilted them up, holding her tightly. He seemed to concentrate on each delving motion, each slow, withdrawal. But the tempo gradually increased. His breathing became rapid and ragged. Suddenly, his arms relaxed and he crushed her beneath him. But by then Sakura was already spinning within her second orgasm.

When he came, it racked his whole body. As his seed swam into her core every muscle stretched taut, and the harsh, choppy sounds he made were like a feral moan. For just a second his eyes changed to red, a sure sign that is feral side had taken over for a second. Depleted rested his head on her shoulder blade, waiting for her to recover from another orgasm. The two huddled together enjoying the intimacy after their love making. Then it happened, he heard the three words that deep in his heart he had longed for someone to say to him.

"I love you" she whispered then hugged him tightly.

"You don't have to say anything now, because I'll wait, know that those words won't change" she continued before she drifted off to sleep.

Gaara stared at her with a mixture of guilt and love. How would he face her tomorrow when he wished her to leave.

'Ne, I won't' he thought

'I would be harder for him and her. So he would leave that delicate situation to more capable hand'

Deep down he felt like a coward running away from a battle, but he knew if he stayed during the ordeal he would be easily swayed by her if she wished to stay. There was really no choice in the matter. Although, Hidden Leave had recently become an ally of the Sand nins, there were still some fresh scars from previous discursion between the nations. As Kazekage take a Hidden Leave lover was simply out of the question. His counselor's had said so and he eventually came to realize the validity of that point.

But for this moment in time he would enjoy her presence and her words.