Hey guys, so this is where it gets a little dirty.
Yours,
Erosh
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Previously:
"I vow to try. I vow to bring peace to both lands, and protect it from ninja who stray from the path. And Gaara." I looked at him smiling. He watched me, bewildered. "I vow to protect you too. Just maybe in a different way." I pressed my finger to his chest. "I vow to protect this." Maybe this was supposed to be the way I made an impact in the world. Sasuke is gone, Naruto is on his way to being Hokage, and I am a proud medic ninja. Maybe my job is to heal the damaged. Maybe I need to help Gaara. Maybe I'm made for peace, and not war.
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Chapter Three: Dirty Dreams and A Kiss
I woke up utterly shocked. I felt my face was flush and my panties soaked. Did I really just have a wet dream…. About Gaara? I slammed my eyes shut in embarrassment and held my face. An image of Gaara slamming me against the wall, with my legs wrapped around him were burned in the back of my eyelids. Friends. I mocked myself. There was a soft knock at the door. "Sakura, may I come in?" Gaara asked, in no particular tone. He had been staying here since the day I made my promise to him. And he has been a really good house guest.
"Yes!" I said not thinking about my current state. My very embarrassing state. He opened the door bringing a bowl of cereal to me. I took it from his hand. "Thanks Gaara." I said softly.
"Were you dreaming?" He asked, not looking at me at all. I almost dropped my spoon.
"Y-Yes." I forced a smile remembering him pinning my wrists to the wall.
"Your face is beat red." Gaara said, feeling my forehead. 'Billboard brow.' Ino's insult was ringing in my ear. I flinched in annoyance at the thought and Gaara retreated with his touch. I opened my mouth to explain and then decided against it. Am I honestly becoming self-conscious of Gaara? It's Gaara. "I'm sorry." He said starting to exit my room. I grabbed his wrist. Why did I not want him to go? Another image of Sasuke flashed though my head. The first time he left the village. I was so scared. Scared to lose the love of my life. But I did, and survived.
"I'm not scared of you Gaara." I smiled, genuinely this time. "Thank you for breakfast. Did you make yourself a-" I started to ask him, interrupting me was the sound of his growling stomach. I laughed to myself. Even Gaara gets hungry. I pulled him with my strength so he sat next to me and handed him the bowl. He looked at me oddly. "I'm on a diet anyway." I lied.
"Why? He asked me munching on the cereal.
"Why, what?" I asked him confused.
"You don't need it." He said simply. "The diet. It's a waste of time." I was about to object when he put a spoon full of cereal in my mouth. "Before we leave we can go eat something real. You look malnourished." He touched near my eyes. "Tired." He moved from my eyes to my lips. "And dehydrated." I was thinking about my dream again. I bit my lip and turned toward his touch. I felt his hand tense up and leave my face. "I'm going to get ready." He said turning away from me stepping out of the room. I sighed. Why was my blood pumping so hard? It's obviously because of the dream. Their was no possible way that I would have feelings for Gaara. I heard my shower turn on and felt that pulsing feeling again.
"Billboard brow!" I heard a muffled insult, followed by a knock at my door. Oh shit. Ino is here. And Garra is in my bathroom; naked. I jumped out of my bed and ran to the door, cracking it open. I forced a smile and gave her an awkward hello. "What, you're not going to let me in? Do you have a boy here?" She snorted and pushed past me flopping on my couch. It was dead silent in the room, and she gave me a very smug smile. "You do have a guy here!" She whispered to me, listening to the shower running.
"It's not like that!" I hissed at her. "It's just Gaara." Her eyes grew wide and she gave me a very sly look.
"One of the Kage's Sakura? Way to go." Ino said. Completely serious, I should add. "He grew up hot too." She added, probably picturing him naked in her head. "So are you going to offer me some tea, or water?" She crossed her legs and flipped her hair smiling at me.
"You cannot be serious; you can't stay here. He is showering." I whispered, wondering if he could hear this conversation.
"So? You don't mind seeing him like that? Is that what you're trying to say?" She started twirling her hair looking at my bathroom door. "I got to hand it to you though Sakura, I never thought you had it in you. I mean, after Sasuke and everything." I winced at Sasuke's name. I don't have it in me, is what I wanted to tell her. I felt like it would cause a fuss when I tried to explain the whole 'I'm actually marring Gaara' thing. I opened my mouth to give her the best insult I could think of and the bathroom door opened. Ino's eyes looked very pleased going up and down Gaara's bare chest and his black sweat pants.. "Hey, Gaara." Ino flirted, winking at him. He looked at us, probably not knowing what to do.
"Sorry Gaara." I apologized sheepishly, scratching the back of my head.
He looked at me and back at Ino who was obviously trying to flaunt what she had. "Hello, Ino." He said lowly walking over to me and kissing my forehead, and walking slowly to the kitchen. I guess we have to fake it in front of people? Because his kiss was as stiff as my reaction. Ino gave me a 'You need to tell me every detail' look and pointed to the door. I pleaded with my eyes and she was not budging one bit. "You said you wanted water, right?" He asked Ino. Our mouths dropped in unison. He heard everything she said. I mentally face palmed myself.
"Yes please!" She answered delighted, obviously making herself right at home. "So, how did you and Sakura become a thing?" Ino's question made me want to crawl under a rock. He brought over a glass of water for the both of us and sat on my coffee table across from her.
"We became engaged." He said simply, with no particular tone. Ino dropped her glass of water.
"What! Billboard brow; engaged! Before me?!" Oh this is going to be a wonderful talk. I didn't have the restraint to mentally face palm this time. "How did this even happen? Sakura can't get boys." 'CHA! WHAT WAS THAT, INO YOU PIG!' My inner soul said pumping her fists. I tried to chuckle, but it just came out awkwardly. I picked up her glass.
"I'll go get a towel." I said, thanking the spirits for a getaway and taking my time in the kitchen. This was going to be very awkward, I thought again. I sighed, grabbing a towel and slugging myself back to the living room.
