It had been over a week yet he was still feeling the buzz of attraction. This had never happened before, and he had absolutely no clue what to do with himself.

So he avoided her like the plague.

His best solution was to get as far away from the problem as possible, and continue to beat and bury it into a hole.

'I can't even think to myself without perversion hanging on every word...'

Gaara groaned again alone, and frustrated in his office. He fisted his hands into his hair while subconsciously letting his sand release his pent up energy. The sand swirled, and danced along the walls yet it brought him no relief like it usually did. He couldn't ditch the sensation that tingled through him at inopportune moments. He had completely ignored, and rejected any type of sexual satisfaction out of fear of imagining her. He didn't want to open that can of worms.

The young kazekage wasn't one to act on urges like that or at least they were never strong enough that he felt he had to. The only time he had was a very disgusting night after murdering a group of people. It was a full moon, and Shukaku had been restless inside him. So he released his animalistic rage in every way he knew how.

By maiming, and enjoying the high of a fresh kill so much that he decided that it would be a good time to 'experiment'.

Ever since then he had felt slightly disgusted over the idea of even fathoming masturbation let alone going through with it again.

But this time... this time he very much wanted to do it, but his guilty conscience got in his way. 'Damn that woman...'

His thoughts were disturbed as the door to his office opened quietly only to reveal that it was a rather concerned Kankuro. He waved stupidly before entering; eyeing the sand carefully around the room.

"You must be in a bad mood. Should I come back later?" He chuckled slightly and relaxed realizing there was no real danger.

"Heh, I'll be moody later too so don't count on it." Gaara stood from his seat and began pacing slowly around the room. 'Perhaps a second opinion wouldn't hurt...' He swallowed then paused not knowing how to really start. "I need your advice... and I'm not asking as Kazekage, but because you are my older brother..." He stared at the floor suddenly feeling that he might be making a mistake. 'It's Kankuro, he'll understand...'

"Gaara, you have my full attention buddy. Lets talk." The puppet master walked over to the small couch in the room. He sat down before patting the cushion next to him harshly in a gesture that told Gaara that he was being asked to sit down as well. He sighed, and then followed the direction accordingly. "Okay dude, what's going on with you? You look rough..." The concern was genuine, and that comforted the young Kazekage more than anyone would realize.

He breathed deeply.

"There was an incident... involving someone else. I am slightly disturbed by it. Perhaps one would say haunted." Gaara cringed. A mere flash of a memory of Sakura checking his pulse with her bare ear to his chest, and he could still smell the perfume of her hair. She smelled like a hazy spring daydream.

"Did someone threaten you?" Kankuro darkened with a look most ninja should fear, but Gaara could brush it off with ease.

"No... quite the opposite really..."

'You're worth it, and you'd make a fine husband and lover.'

The memory clung to him while pulling at his most vulnerable strings. He felt the rush of that statement coming back to him, and the result showed on his cheeks. Kankuro did not fail to notice as he blinked at his baby brother in shock.

"I see..." The elder paused before cracking a smile. "So, how far did you get with said pretty little thing?"

"It wasn't like that! I didn't even touch her! She just started touching me out of nowhere acting like something was wrong with me! Saying I had a fever... that she wanted to check my pulse..." Suddenly that shy little boy started to appear again in him. That shyness that consumed him when she had her hands in his hair, her long fingers giving him tingles down his spine. He raised his hand to his mouth to lightly bite his knuckle in a nervous tick.

"Oh man, you really like her huh? She sounds like a nurse." As Kankuro continued to speak Gaara felt the blood drain from his face.

'He can't find out it was Sakura!'

"Oooo hotty naughty nurse huh? I wonder if she wears those tight little white nurse dresses... high heels and stockings..." He managed to give Gaara a visual that he honestly did not need at the moment.

"Kankuro, you are making the situation worse." The redhead grimaced trying to push down any sort of libido attempting to rise in him. His older brother laughed loudly, enjoying this far to much for Gaara's comfort.

"Just ask her out! What's the harm in it? The worst is that she'll say no, then you'll just have to either hang out with your hand or look somewhere else ya know?" He laughed even further at the younger's distaste at Kankuro's solutions. "I'm serious though. Just... I dunno flirt a little?"

"Flirt how? I've never flirted before." As much as he was already shooting himself down in his mind he was still rather intrigued.

"I've seen you smart-mouth your way around the council; you know how to play games with them. Being with a woman is similar. Talk your way around them, they aren't visual creatures like we are they have bigger imaginations and require more conversation." He nodded to himself.

"What do you mean we are 'visual' and they aren't?" The redhead was already confused, and sadly whenever he was confused EVERYONE found it cute.

"Well... men like a visual. For example: we go out and get those dirty mags to look at the pretty naked girls. Girls buy romantic books to get their kicks. Remember all those mushy books we found in Temari's room?" Kankuro grinned in a way that was infectious along with the hilarious memory of the fit she had thrown over them going through her stuff. Gaara eventually nodded. "Yeah it's like that! They love that stuff. So just use your imagination and your big-boy words then the girls will just fall down for you."

"What about becoming physical with them?" The redhead waisted no time jumping to the topic of real disturbance, and the older brother blanched.

"You want to get her to sleep with you?" The puppet master was concerned until he noticed Gaara flush from head to toe.

"I didn't say that! That's-just no! No! I'm not jumping to that!" He nearly flailed while his brother began to haw uncontrollably. "Just...touching. Not anything serious..."

"Well first off you're gonna have to ditch the attitude of not wanting to get some. It's totally messing up your confidence! The only time that 'shy' routine you put up works is if she has a dominant personality-"

"She takes the initiative a lot." Gaara stopped him before he could go into another rant. "I think she was pleased about my behavior. Like she was happy to see me... I don't know... embarrassed? I'm not sure."

"She sounds experienced. Maybe try doing things to tease her back, ya know, see if she 'squirms' when you make an intimate comment about her." He sounded more sersious than what was normal for Kankuro. This worried the young Kazekage.

This was a lot of information for Gaara to process. He didn't want to jump into anything, but he didn't want to leave it alone either. The best choice for him now was to simply go see her, and chat. Just normal conversation, and see where it went. Yes, that was the best solution.

Rising out of his chair he broke his older brother out of a certain perverse reverie before opening the door to leave his office.

"Hey hey hey! Where are you going?" The puppet master called out more concerned then he ought to be.

"Going for a walk. Just need some space." Without waiting for his brother's answer he took off down the hall of the Kazekage building. He knew she was still here, in fact he knew she would most likely be archiving at the moment.

'It's just talking. Nothing special. Just conversing between two friends.'

He walked for what seemed like ages to him, but only minutes to everyone else. The halls seemed to be empty today, everyone was out preparing for the oncoming monsoon. Rain was rare in Suna so when it did finally fall everyone seemed to either rejoice or panic. It was a mixed feeling for his people, but the empty halls as a result were welcome. He rounded another corner and continued his trek to find the pink haired woman.

Then he saw her out of the corner of his eye. She was in a small closet-like room that held scrolls for certain plant mixtures. The kunoichi was on her hands and knees on the floor desperately trying to grab at a scroll that had rolled under one of the shelves. The position was demeaning for any woman, but yet Gaara did not alert her of his presence. He noticed how shapely her backside was, and looked on silently in appreciation. Her shorts were very tight, and showed little to the imagination. He shook his head coming to the realization of how creepy this actually was. 'This is not like me... I'm not some sort of peeping pervert...'

Then a lightbulb went off. Perhaps a chance to tease her like Kankuro suggested? It was worth a shot. Using his sand he let it slither underneath her until it was right under her nose. She noticed immediately, and stopped her actions while holding her position. He chuckled as the sand graciously slid under the shelving to grab the scroll she so desperately wanted before dropping it into her capable hands. He watched as she finally sat up and relaxed. She let out a breath that she had obviously been keeping in.

"You shouldn't sneak up on people like that." She straightened up from the floor to brush the dust off her legs. Smirking as she went about her business.

"I'm sorry you just seemed to be having a hard time what with being on your hands, and knees." He already started to feel his power come back to him. Yes, he enjoyed being a snarky bastard sometimes. "I don't mind helping out, and I'm rather skilled with my sand."

Gaara watched for a moment as Sakura did a double take while ingesting his sentence as well as dissecting it. A range of emotions flittered past her face before settling on what seemed to be 'incredulous'.

"I'm sorry, did you say you're skilled with your ha-" She stopped herself before it could be said in the open, but the damage had been done. He knew what she was about to say and felt strangely pleased with himself. 'Now who has their head in the gutter?' He inwardly snickered.

"I said that I am skilled with my sand. However I'm sure my hands would also be included seeing as they concentrate its movements." As if to remind her he flicked his wrist, and the grains flowed around her legs then back over to his person to retreat into his gourd. He gave her a knowing smirk and she flushed a deep red. This was turning out to be very interesting.

"I didn't realize that you were a comedian, Gaara." Sakura almost said this with disdain, but continued to hold her cool. "You had better watch that mouth of yours though, it could get you into trouble." She turned to place the scroll on a small desk with a rather loud clack.

'Is she challenging me?'

"Bold words to say to a village leader." He narrowed his eyes. Suddenly this was turning into a fighting competition rather than a flirtatious one. She turned back around, and she revealed by her stance that she was indeed challenging him.

"Im not afraid of a village leader that blushes when I call him 'daddy'." She snapped back with snarky grin.

He did blush, but then saved himself with a lovely smile. He was going to hammer the last nail on the coffin.

"With how often you say it, I'd say you must think about it quite a bit." He smiled even further as her face turned a brighter shade of red. "Now that's a true blush, it suits you."

In a millisecond she lunged at him and pushed him into the door causing it to slam shut. To his surprise his sand did not come to his aid. She struggled to smack or pinch him, and he realized then that she was only doing it playfully rather than actually trying to hurt him. It wasn't hard to avoid her attacks, and he even wrestled with her arms a little bit.

"You're so dumb! Let me hit you! You jerk!" Sakura barked at him like an irritated child while Gaara actually started to laugh heartily. It was a true genuine laugh that made the woman he was wrestling with smile, and then try harder. She smacked away his arms then went in to pinch his sides. He occasionally voiced that it 'hurt' but truth be told he was having the time of his life. The roughhousing got to be too much however since Sakura found, and lifted a book over her head; shattering the lightbulb above them putting them in complete darkness. They both froze.

"Oh shit! No no no no no!" The kunoichi felt about for a door but ended up grabbing at Gaara instead. "Ah! Oh no I'm so sorry!"

"It's alright, are you hurt at all?" The young Kazekage usually went for business before pleasure so of course he concerned himself with her safety first before really taking in that they were in a close dark space together. However the feel of her hands still gripping at his coat around his chest and hips was distracting him rather quickly from the task at hand.

"Oh I'm fine, no cuts on me. Did the glass get you at all?" She ran her hands on his torso obviously not realizing how torturous that really was.

"Hnnn...no I'm fine..." Gaara felt himself beginning to lock up again. The more she felt around the harder it was for him to even function properly. That burning tingly feeling was starting to return, and he knew that soon she would realize that his shyness was starting to come back out. Sakura kept feeling around until she eventually just pressed her whole body against him in able to start feeling the wall behind him. He breathed tensely as her soft chest moved against his own, and he cursed the fabric separating them. She was so soft...

"Sorry I'm not trying to frisk you I'm just feeling for the door." She must have tried to move her head around him but failed as her chin grazed over his shoulder and instead she found her face in the crook of his neck. She laughed lightly, and he felt her breath flutter across his neck. He inhaled too sharply as she stopped everything she was doing, and froze. "I'm sorry Gaara, I'm not trying too...um..."

"It's ok. It's not important." His head dipped down and he could smell her hair. He almost groaned finding the scent intoxicating. "I'll just continue to hold still, and you can feel around..." The redhead almost smacked himself for not having more tact in his wording. "Ugh...I'll just stop talking."

Luckily she laughed at this instead of running away from the situation like he imagined her too.

"You're fine Gaara, I get what you're saying just give me a sec." She placed her palms flat against the door, and smoothed them against it all while still nearly hugging the man in front of her. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. The redhead had even thought to break down the door so he could literally run out of there like a bat out of hell. "God, where the hell is the handle?!"

Before he could even try to add his two cents on the possible whereabouts of the door knob she made his brain literally stop when he felt her hands travel down his legs. He swore his heart must have skipped because it was pounding so hard he thought it might break his sternum.

"Sorry, don't mind me! It's just an easier angle." Her voice was no longer close to his ears, but rather it sounded like it was coming from the floor.

He didn't know if the color had drained from his face or if it was flushed. All he knew was that his stomach flipped, and he felt increasingly dizzy in the pitch black of this tight space.

'She is literally kneeling...right in front of me...' Gaara felt the electricity in his body burn him at the realization. He knew that if she touched his skin she would feel an extreme heat. The redhead started to sweat for many reasons.

One of her hands was resting on his right thigh occasionally squeezing if she felt her balance sway. He swallowed hard when she unconsciously moved her hand up near a rather dangerous area out of the need for a spacial perspective. If she grabbed him now it would be all over. He doubted that she even knew how close she was too it...

"I think I feel it!" The kunoichi seemed to exclaim with a great amount of enthusiasm. It snapped Gaara out of a strange head space, and he had worried that perhaps all the excitement had dulled his senses.

"Feel what?" His voice shook a little more than he wanted it to. He knew he sounded strained, and worn thin. As if every muscle in his body was tightened. Which was mostly true.

"Uh the door handle?" Sakura laughed at him before finally turning the knob to push their 'jail cell' open. A cold rush of air, and a bright light blinded them for a moment causing the woman to grab the fabric of Gaara's pants. It shifted everything, and he nearly screamed at the sensation. He wanted to just die so he could leave this horrible feeling in a grave far far far away from him. In the midst of battling with his mind for control of his body Sakura finally noticed just where she was placed. She traced from her traitorous hand all the way up until she met his gaze.

At first he looked like he might just tell her to go for it. His eyes were lidded, his lips were parted, his skin glistened slightly, and his breath was shallow and sharp. God he wanted her to make a move. He wanted so badly for her to reach for that door handle again, close the door, and then use those soft hands on the buckles of his pants to release him to her pouting lips.

'Shame on you, Gaara. She is a comrade. Get yourself together, you're acting like a monster.'

He looked away from her, filled with so much guilt for even coming to that point. His face reddened further in the embarrassment that he had no discipline for these types of situations. He hated himself deeply. She seemed to notice the inner turmoil he was having.

"Hey now! Please don't make that face!" Sakura stood up abruptly to instantly go in to comfort him. Especially seeing as it was mostly her fault. "Oh Gaara, why didn't you tell me I was-"

"I'd rather we didn't talk about this." He spoke harshly, gaining a very hurt look from the kunoichi he'd grown so fond of. Another pang of guilt.

"Do you not trust me?" Sakura blinked at him before reaching up to wipe away a bead of sweat from his brow which she quickly learned was a far to personal gesture. He breathed painfully at the action before shaking his head.

"I don't trust myself." He didn't wait to watch her face fall. He quickly turned on his heal, and paced down the hall back to his office. He heard her calling out his name, but he ignored it. The young Kazekage wanted nothing more than to be alone at the moment; finding his new feelings to be too raw, and exposed.

'You're a monster. A crazed beast.'

The last thing he thought he heard was crying in the distance, but figured it was just his imagination attempting to tug at his strings.

AN: Aaaaaand cue drama! Did you really think we wouldn't put in some drama for Gaara? That little beeb is constantly surrounded by drama so of course we had to make it complicated here for him. Lol but I lurf him doh. Anyways review review review, I really enjoy people's thoughts and opinions :3