A/N: I'm happy to tell you that I'm actually on a roll with this story! Ideas are just popping into my head and the best I can do is write them down before I forget them.
I got the idea for this one shot after re-reading chapter 280 of the manga, were Gaara's rabid fan girls make an appearance. I actually found that hilarious. So I decided to incorporate it into my fic.
A warning must be placed here, since this vignette is officially M rated… wink-wink. I was actually kind of wondering if this whole thing was just an excuse to get Gaara and Sakura into bed… hmmm. Oh well, enough analysis, I hope you don't mind were they end up!
This chapter is dedicated to DarkAngelB, who suffers from an addiction to smex fics (I completely sympathize!). Just a little something to help feed her addiction.
Summary: Sakura finds herself suffering from a fit of jealously and only the Kazekage can disperse her doubts.
Stretching lazily on the couch, a magazine in her lap, Sakura moaned contently. She was currently sprawled across the large sofa in Gaara's living room, passing the time away. Having arrived from Konoha a couple of days ago, she found that most of the medic teams she was training in Suna were currently on missions, leaving her with only a handful of students. Therefore, lessons were reduced to a bare minimum until her other pupils came back, leaving her afternoons free for the time being.
Falling on her back on the couch, she stared at the ceiling, happy to finally have some time to herself. Her trip to Konoha had been refreshing, even though she had been busy attending some meetings. She'd had the chance to catch up with her friends and spend some time with them after a few months of not seeing their faces. Of course, 'catching up' meant she would have to share some of her experiences as well, which promptly led to some controversy…
The look on Ino's face when she told her she was sort of 'dating' Gaara was priceless. They were drinking coffee at the time, and the blond kunoichi dropped her cup and splashed the brown liquid all over her garments. After she managed to calm down a bit, she assaulted Sakura with all sorts of questions, an unbelieving look in her eyes. From Sakura's point of view, the whole thing was extremely comical, but she didn't bother with any details. She gave Ino enough information to keep her satisfied, but wisely omitted to tell her of how she had belly danced for the Kazekage… it was better for her friend to find out later, when the idea of her and Gaara settled down a bit more inside her pretty blond head.
Naruto's reaction however, was a surprise. Sweeping her up in a giant bear hug, she was suffering from lack of oxygen by the time he let her go. They were strolling through a park with Lee, Neji and Tenten, taking advantage of the sunny afternoon. After the weapon's specialist had asked Sakura if there were any handsome medic nins in Suna (eliciting a scowl from Neji), the pink haired kunoichi had blurted out the whole thing. Naruto had laughed excitedly and was extremely happy with the news.
Sakura could only stare at him in confusion, but he didn't elaborate until later, when they were alone in his apartment. She'd asked him why he had been so thrilled, and he responded with a sad, but kind smile.
"After all he's been through, he deserves someone like you," Naruto said, a wistful look in his eyes. "And it's comforting to think that people like us can find some sort of happiness… it gives me hope."
Knowing exactly what he was talking about, Sakura found she could hardly breathe around the lump which had formed in her throat. But a heartbeat later, the moment was broken when the devious blond jumped straight into usual Naruto-mode and made some sort of perverted comment about Gaara. Sakura was forced to whack him forcefully on the head.
On the other hand, Lee's reaction was so predictable, Sakura found herself rolling her eyes in resignation. He'd stayed extremely quiet and stood still as stone when she delivered the news, his black hair covering his eyes. For a moment she thought he'd had some sort of seizure. But to everyone's shock, he jumped suddenly and assumed his 'good guy pose', saying that, once more, Gaara was his rival and that he would look forward to challenge him for Sakura's love. Immediately he said he had to go, since he needed to get stronger for his upcoming fight with the Kazekage, and ran away at full speed towards the training grounds. The pink haired medic vowed she would avoid, in every way possible, for Sabaku no Gaara and Konoha's Beautiful Green Beast, to EVER meet again.
Shaking her head in remembrance of Lee's antics, Sakura sat up on the couch. Her news had been completely unexpected and honestly, if some months ago someone had told her that she would be involved in a relationship with the Kazekage, she would have laughed in their face. But now, here she was, lounging in his living room, sleeping in his apartment and waiting for him to get back home so they could eat dinner together. It truly wasastonishing and a bit mesmerizing.
Thoughts of dinner actually made her stomach start to grumble in hunger. Standing up, she made her way to the kitchen, intent on assaulting Gaara's food supplies for a snack. She checked his shelves but found them stashed only with some cans, some pasta and some fruits on the counter. There wasn't a cookie in sight. Opening the fridge, she didn't find anything really appetizing either; bottles of water and some vegetables. It would seem she would have to make a trip to the grocery store just to ensure her survival. Not thinking she would find anything of interest in the freezer, she was taken by surprise when she found a whole gallon of vanilla ice cream stashed inside.
Laughing at the sight, she shook her head in bewilderment since the ice cream certainly did not match with any of the other food products in the vicinity. There was a story behind this and she would get it out of him at some point. Deciding that she deserved a share of dessert, she reached up to take the gallon when she heard a knock at the door.
Closing the freezer, she made her way to the entrance of the apartment, wondering who it could be.
"Yes?" she asked, as she opened the door.
The sight of three teenage kunoichi met her eyes; they were giggling and whispering to each other. They couldn't be more than sixteen.
At the sight of Sakura, they sobered up instantly, a look of puzzlement in their faces. But the confusion was immediately replaced by arrogance and the three of them stared down their noses at the pink haired medic standing in front of them.
"Oh, it's you," the one standing in the center said disdainfully. It seemed she was the leader of this little gang.
Sakura did not like were this was going.
"How can I help you?" she asked, plastering a smile on her face.
The three girls looked her up and down with disapproving looks.
"We're here to deliver a message to our Kazekage-sama. Is he here?" the one to the left asked.
'OUR?' Sakura thought angrily, as she eyed an envelope in the girl's hand. "No he's not," she replied curtly.
"Oh, I see," the girl said, not making any moves to hand Sakura the envelope.
The pink haired medic could feel her patience growing extremely thin. "I can give him the message for you when he gets home," she offered.
"We would actually prefer to give it to him personally, like we always do," the teenager to the right replied; she turned towards her friends and giggled, as if there was something they knew that Sakura didn't.
That was the last straw… Inner Sakura officially fell in a large cauldron of boiling oil. If they were going to play silly games, Sakura would beat them at it.
"Well," she said, inspecting her nails haughtily. "I really don't know when he'll get back, since I have to pick him up at his office later on. We're going out to dinner, you see." She was bluffing, but they didn't have to know.
"And honestly," she continued in a hushed tone, as if sharing a secret with them; all three leaned in, listening closely. "When we come home, he kind of gets, errm… distracted and we usually end up in the bedroom, but…" she giggled, imitating them perfectly… "we really don't get any sleep, if you know what I mean."
A look of complete shock covered the girls' faces as their cheeks turned a deep crimson at the implied meaning of Sakura's words. All stupid giggles and self-important looks ceased completely.
Inner Sakura shook her fist in the air at her triumph, but her outer façade remained aloof.
"So," she finally finished, "if you want him to get the message and actually read it, I think it would be best if you left it with me."
"Yeah… sure," the girl on the left said, pushing the envelope into Sakura's hand. Turning around, she pushed her still astonished friends out of the doorway not bothering to hide her hurry. Sakura could still see them blushing fiercely as they walked down the street.
Closing the door triumphantly, she leaned back against it as Inner Sakura patted her on the shoulder in congratulation. Her elation was short lived however, since she suddenly realized what she had lowered herself to.
'Yeah, real slick, Haruno,' she thought in contempt. 'That was so incredibly mature.'
Bringing her left hand to her temple, she couldn't help but remember how she and Ino used to behave around Sasuke. 'Like stupid air head brats', she thought, 'just like the ones standing outside a minute ago.' Right now, she had just regressed to behavior she had long ago discarded. It wasn't her proudest moment.
Well, it's not your fault, her inner self told her. They were the ones who started it.
'Yeah, but that's no reason to lower myself to their level… I shouldn't have even let them get to me,' she replied, thinking back to when she was a genin, with Sasuke and Naruto on her team. She had been so childish and naïve. Knowing very well that she had managed to grow up and put those stupid impulses behind her, it made the whole scenario even worse.
Oh, stop moping. They're gone now and we successfully defended what's ours… like a great lioness defending her pride…
'What?' Sakura thought in exasperation. 'Since when did I become so possessive? Gaara's not mine, he's not some object I can own… he's his own person and that's exactly how I like…''
Do I have to remind you of the last time you didn't defend what was yours?
The pink haired medic froze, knowing precisely where her inner persona was taking this.
Yes, exactly. He left; taken away by those freaks from Sound.
'Wait a minute! Sasuke was never 'mine' and he left out of his own volition. It was his choice to leave.'
Yeah, yeah, but that doesn't omit the fact that you weren't there to help him with those freaks. Are you going to let someone else take what's yours again?
'He's not mine!' she replied frustrated, walking back to the kitchen once more. 'And no one's going to take him away, especially not some dumb teenage kunoichi with nothing but air for brains.'
That's the spirit! We need to eliminate all threats.
'I'm not eliminating anyone.'
But as the thought passed through her head, she looked down to the envelope in her hand. It was sealed and had something written with colorful markers on the front. Inspecting it closer, she saw the words 'Kazekage-sama' written in fancy lettering on the front, with a few red hearts decorating the envelope.
Sakura thought she was going to be sick.
Turning the offending object in her hand, she noticed that there was something written on the back.
'Looking forward to our next meeting! Hugs and kisses!'
Officially, her stomach churned in nausea… all thoughts of ice cream were completely flushed down the drain.
Slamming the envelope on the counter, she stalked her way to the living room. She threw herself on the couch, burying her face in a pillow to muffle her angry screaming. Feeling a bit better after that, she sat up, her mind racing.
She couldn't believe she was letting this get to her. She couldn't be so stupid. But the fact was that she was utterly infuriated with the whole scenario and she didn't know what to do about it.
Gaara worked in close contact with these air heads, and from what she just read, he met with them on a regular basis. How could it be possible? How could he do this to her?
What did they have that she didn't? Fine, they were a lot younger and their bodies were probably firmer… but she had a kick ass body! She was a kick ass kunoichi!
As a medic, her condition was always in top shape. Alright fine, sometimes she did wish that her breasts were bigger than they were, but that shouldn't matter, should it? Or maybe it did. Maybe Gaara wanted a girl with big breasts… Now that she thought about it, one of the members of the air head gang did have a big bosom…
"URRGHH!" she screamed in frustration, bringing the pillow up to her face.
She was acting stupid and she knew it. The problem was, she really couldn't help herself and her mind was getting the best of her.
So, by the time Gaara got home a couple of hours later, Sakura had successfully deep fried herself in her jealousy and was over cooked.
He found her in the living room, pretending to read a magazine. He could tell she was pretending, since her eyes weren't moving. She was staring directly at a spot on the page, trying very bad to ignore him.
Not being an expert in reading chakra like she was, Gaara couldn't pinpoint the emotion she was giving off. But having been around hostile people all his life, he instantly knew when someone meant business…
The Kazekage frowned in confusion. Something had happened here.
"Hey," he said in greeting, knowing he would inevitable have to make the first move.
"Hey," she replied, not even looking up at him, flipping a page in her magazine.
For her sake, he swallowed a growl. He had severely punished people for such insolence.
"How was your day?" he asked, keeping his tone level.
"It was ok," she answered noncommittally.
As was to be expected, she wasn't going to cooperate.
"Weren't we going to cook dinner?" he asked, his patience wearing extremely thin.
"You can cook if you want," she said offhandedly, "but I'm not hungry." Standing up, she threw the magazine on the coffee table. "I'm actually kind of tired, so I'm going to take a nap."
Walking towards the hall, she didn't look at him as she brushed past the spot where he stood.
"Oh, by the way," she said casually… a little too casually, "a message arrived for you. It's on the counter. The girls who delivered it weren't the smartest cookies I've ever met. Maybe you should think about increasing the difficulty levels of your chuunin exams."
And with that, she continued down the hall towards the bedroom.
Gaara stood stone still, his mind racing. What had just happened? Thinking furiously, he went over the words Sakura had just thrown at him, trying to grasp the meaning behind them.
A message had been delivered to him, and from the looks of it, Sakura had had some sort of encounter with the messenger… or messengers, as the case would seem. From what she said, they were chuunins, therefore, the message was probably a note to let him know when their next meeting would be. He always had a meeting once a month with his chuunin group, so he could discuss strategies and missions. He always found it useful to know exactly what was going on with his shinobi.
This meant that the message was probably delivered by…
He stopped in his tracks.
No, she couldn't possibly be upset about that.
Laughing sarcastically, the whole situation became crystal clear.
It would seem his pink haired medic had met Aiko, Suki and Mai: the newest hormone-crazy chuunins in the village. They were a threat to every male in Suna under the age of 25. Mothers did feed their daughters strange things…
If Sakura's feelings weren't deeply involved, this whole situation would have been enormously comical.
Shaking his head at the absurdity of it all, he decided to get this whole thing over with.
He stalked his way over to the bedroom, finding her laying on her side, face away from the door. It was easy to tell that she was only pretending to sleep.
Tired of the silly games she was playing, he crossed his arms in front of him and chose the most direct approach.
"You're jealous," he stated simply.
Sitting up in lighting quick, Sakura coiled like a snake ready to strike. "WHAT?"
"You heard me," Gaara replied, unfazed. "You're jealous. Some girls came to deliver a message for my next chuunin meeting and you found them threatening."
Fisting her hands beside her, Sakura made a mental calculation of how quick she needed to move to punch him in the face before his sand shield came up.
"I did not find them threatening!" she exclaimed, standing up. "How could you even think that I would feel threatened by a group of plastic, air head kunoichi! They are so below me I didn't even spare them a glance!"
Gaara pinned her with an incredulous look, letting her know he was far from convinced.
"It's not my fault that you choose to surround yourself with such denigrating company. I can't even comprehend how they actually managed to become shinobi! They probably slept with more than one of their examiners! The only thing they might be good at would be going undercover as prostitutes!" she exclaimed, at the top of her voice. Her breathing was coming in hard pants due to her anger.
Throughout her whole tirade, Gaara's cool gaze didn't waver. They stared at each other as an incredibly tense silence settled over the room, neither of them stepping down.
Sakura knew she was behaving like an idiot but it was too late to turn back. The whole situation had gotten a little out of hand and she was making of a big deal out of it. Here she was, a foreign ninja, demeaning the way he led his village and insulting his followers. She had falling low.
Knowing Gaara's temper, she knew he wouldn't step down, so it would be necessary for her to make a retreat. Yes, that sounded just about right… she needed some time to regroup, to get her thoughts straightened out… and what better place to do so than in the bathroom?
Breathing in deeply, she closed her eyes, trying to regain her composure. Opening them again after a few seconds, she pinned the red head with a glare, turned on her heel and made her way directly towards the bathroom, which was thankfully located on her side of the room and was only a few steps away.
Once there, she closed the door behind her, ignoring the swirls of angry chakra coming from Gaara in response to her actions. Sitting on the tile floor, she brought her knees up to her chin, embracing her legs. 'Nice one, Haruno. You're just fucking it all up today,' she thought miserably. She growled softly, trying to clear her mind in the silence of the bathroom.
But her lover wouldn't have any of it.
Yelping as the door was suddenly torn off its hinges, Sakura couldn't do anything as tendrils of angry sand invaded her sanctuary, wrapping around her appendages and lifting her in the air. She started yelling every sort of obscenity she could think of, but she was quickly silenced as a wisp of sand covered her mouth and she was forced to close her mouth to avoid choking.
She was turned around in the air as the tendrils wrapped all over her body, preventing any movement. Once she was safely tied up, she was carried back into the bedroom. From her vantage point, she could see Gaara still standing in the doorway, a smirk on his face. The jerk hadn't even moved! Sakura glared back at him with all her might, but due to her position, she knew she appeared far from threatening.
Grumbling, she was placed into a sitting position on top of the bed. Moving slowly, as if he had all the time in the world, Gaara approached.
"Let's make some things clear," he said, sounding surprisingly calm. "First, you do not walk out on me when we are attempting to have a conversation…"
'A conversation?' she thought frantically. 'He calls that a conversation!' She growled at him as best as she could.
"… Second, if you are upset about something, just say it. I don't care if you think it's stupid or not. I trust that if you are upset, then you have a valid reason."
Slowly, he approached the bed, sitting next to her. Leaning in towards her, he stopped until his nose was almost touching hers.
She still glared at him but made no sound.
"And third, why would I want to be with a stupid, immature kunoichi when I have someone like you?"
Suddenly, the sand on her mouth lifted completely and it was replaced by the feel of his lips over hers. His tongue plunged inside her mouth fiercely, stealing Sakura's breath in a heartbeat. It was amazing how he could make her forget her anger with just a kiss, but at the moment, the feel of his tongue against hers was intoxicating her brain… and she was in no position to fight it. Moaning at his aggressiveness, she felt the tension slowly drain from her body.
As he pulled away, she felt his sand slipping, loosening its grip. Staring directly into her eyes, he smiled wickedly.
"Now, are you going to behave?" he asked teasingly.
Sakura nodded, unable to do anything else.
"Good. Now let me show you how superior you really are."
As he finished his sentence, his hands were already divesting her of her clothing. The feel of his warm fingers against her cool skin sent thrills up her spine and across her skin.
"Gaara, I'm…" she started to say, but he cut her short, taking her lips between his teeth. His agile hands were already under her shirt, pulling it up. In one swift motion, he released her lips and pulled her blouse over her head. His hands returned to caress her back as he made quick work of her bra.
Powerless to do anything, Sakura could only feel as he got rid of the rest of her clothing with surprising efficiency. Pouting slightly at being naked while he was still fully dressed, she tried to unbutton his shirt, but he stopped her.
Shaking his head, he took her in his arms and laid her down on the mattress, looking appraisingly over her whole body.
Seeing the lust and want in his eyes clearly, Sakura berated herself for falling into a stupid fit of jealousy. How could she forget the desiring looks he always gave her? It didn't matter if she was naked or fully dressed, with a bad case of bed-head or tired from the day's work… he always made her feel yearned for.
He lay down on his side next to her, touching her softly. His fingers caressed her everywhere and soon, his tongue followed as well. Sakura was lost in a world of sensation, as Gaara patiently explored all the nooks and crevices of her body, sending her mind whirling. He took his own sweet time, and the feel of his tongue combined with the feel of his breath touching her skin. As he reached her tummy, she lifted herself up towards his mouth, pleading for more.
Chuckling in masculine pride at her reactions, the red head kept touching and laving her most sensitive spots with his tongue. He kept touching her gently, too gently for her tastes, making her yearn for a more assuring touch. He could tell she was extremely aroused, which was exactly how he wanted her to be. How could she even think he would ever want another when he her, such an amazingly responsive woman, in his grasp?
Sakura looked up at him as he lifted his head, catching his jade eyes. In their love making, there was a moment when his desire spiraled up into a frenzy and she could usually tell exactly when it happened from a certain spark which appeared in his eyes… she considered this occurrence as a warning to prepare herself to be ravished completely senseless.
Whenever he looked at her like that, with a shameless gleam in his eyes, her breath would catch in her throat and her heartbeat would become frantic, pounding in her ears. It was like being held by the gaze of a feline predator, knowing there no way to escape.
From the way he was gazing at her now, Sakura considered herself warned.
With swift and powerful motions, Gaara stood and relieved himself of his clothes. Returning to Sakura once more, he lay partly over her, holding himself up with his hands. Lowering his head for another fierce kiss, Sakura whimpered as he hovered above her, his chest not quite touching hers. Wanting to be pressed up firmly against him, she pulled herself up, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips.
Growling softly, Gaara held her close with one arm as he rolled over, leaving Sakura on top of him, straddling his hips. Sitting up as his nimble fingers touched her everywhere, Sakura hissed between her teeth, throwing her head back.
He smiled at her, taking her body in with his hungry eyes. Moving his hands between her legs, he caressed the throbbing spot where she loved to be touched, sending a jolt of pleasure throughout her body, making her forget everything else but his agile fingers.
Losing herself in the throes of her passion, Sakura's senses were reeling as he kept touching her just right and making lights dance before her eyes. As his other hand moved over her breasts, he kept caressing her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
Thoroughly enjoying the sounds she was making, Gaara grinned fiercely. The responses she was having only helped to arouse him even more. The sight of her perfect, naked body sitting on top of him was, by far, one of the best experiences he'd ever had in his life. Any man would go crazy if they saw her like she was now, head thrown back, lips parted as she elicited low moans, fingernails biting into his skin… But this 'show' was only for him and such knowledge triggered an intense feeling of satisfaction. Sakura was his and her thoughts were utterly erroneous if she considered that she could be replaced by someone else. He would teach her to discard such stupid ideas.
It was suddenly too much. Without warning, Sakura's world exploded into a universe of pleasure as her body racked with the spasms of her orgasm, mouth open in a silent scream. Distantly, she heard herself crying out his name, letting out a lingering moan as she slowly came back down to earth.
Falling down on top of him, she was breathing hard, trying to compose herself. But Gaara had other ideas.
When she felt him lower her on her side, Sakura knew it was far from over. He rolled over to face her, lifting her leg over his hip, leaving her terribly exposed. Looking up at him, she saw that lusty glint in his eyes and she braced herself for what was to come.
It would surely be a long night.
In the middle of it all, after her voice was hoarse from screaming her pleasure more times than she could count, Sakura vaguely thought about her encounter with the teenage kunoichi.
It seemed, after all, that what she told them really wasn't a bluff: the Kazekage did tend to get distracted… and he would follow through with his distraction 'till the very end.
There you have it! Let me know what you think. I already have already started some other one-shots, so hopefully I'll be able to put them up soon.
Thanks for reading!
