Baby, I Like It

Chapter Three

-Seconds-

Sakura met Naruto at Ichiraku, just as she had promised him last night. After they placed their orders, the blonde turned to her, a sly look on his face.

"So Sakura-chan…I heard some interesting news last night about you and Gaara…"

Her face paled slightly. Damn that Ino-pig. Pasting a fake smile on her face, she hit Naruto in the arm playfully. "That's just talk Naruto. You shouldn't listen to the ramblings of a drunken Ino. You know how she gets. Remember the Christmas party?" she asked, trying to distract the blonde. It worked.

"Yeah! I do remember! You're right Sakura-chan, I can't believe that I trusted her over you. I know you would never cheat on Sasuke-teme with Gaara." He said.

She laughed nervously at his statement. How little he knew her. Everyone else in the village knew about her relationship with Gaara except for Naruto and Sasuke, and she wanted to keep it that way. Their lunch arrived shortly after, and they ate mostly in silence. Well, silent for Naruto anyways.

When they finished lunch they parted ways. Figuring that Gaara was still in his meeting with Tsunade, she headed over to the training fields, intent on honing her skills a bit more. Taking a calming breath, she began to run through taijutsu drills, hoping that Gaara would finish soon.


Finally the meeting concluded, and Gaara stood from his seat and headed for the door. Someone called his name, so he turned around, seeing that the Hokage was the one staring at him. The rest of the attendees left the room and it wasn't until the door shut and they were the only ones left. "How long do you and Sakura think you can keep this charade up?" she asked seriously.

He couldn't stop his eyes from widening just a fraction, "Excuse me?"

"I didn't stutter Kazekage-sama. I said how long do you think you can sleep with Sakura before Sasuke finds out? She's getting married to him you know." She crossed her arms, eyeing him harshly.

"I am well aware of that, I don't really understand what that has to do with Sakura and I."

Tsunade sighed and leaned back in her chair. "Look Gaara. Sakura is my student and right now you three are in one sick love triangle. Sasuke thinks that Sakura is saving herself for him, but she really doesn't want to sleep with him because she likes sleeping with you. Not to mention you have a girlfriend. I don't understand how you can't see how messed up that is."

"Matsuri is nothing like Sakura, I care for Sakura. Matsuri is just some woman the elders forced upon me. She means nothing to me, and I'm done having this conversation." He glared harshly at the Hokage and left the room.

Now he was pissed, he already knew what he was doing was wrong. He didn't like nor need to be told why it was wrong. Things were messed up, yes, but what else could he do? He loved Sakura and she was with Sasuke. This was the only way he could be with her, and if this was all they ever would be, then fine. As long as he had her. If being her lover was all she required then that was what he would allow.

He stepped out onto one of the balconies and jumped to the next roof. He closed his eyes, trying to feel for her chakra, since he knew she had to be close. Finally he zeroed in on her presence and disappeared in a swirl of sand.


She had been training for two hours now, and was now completely focused on what she was doing. She had been working on perfecting her natural strength, so that she wouldn't have to rely on her chakra too heavily. Taking a breath to steady herself, she got into a hand stand. Slowly and steadily, she raised herself up onto her fingertips, wincing slightly at the strain it put on her finger muscles. She would definitely need to take a hot bath after this.

She smiled at the thought. Maybe Gaara would be kind and help her bathe. After all, he had to leave the next day, and she was going to get as much out of him as she could. Don't get her wrong, she wasn't in this just for the sex. She enjoyed his company, and the way he made her heart flutter. He did things to her that Sasuke couldn't. If she could merge Gaara and Sasuke into one being then he would be the perfect man for her. Because, despite his faults, Sasuke did love her. He even told her himself, in so many words.

Focusing back on what she was doing, she failed to sense the other chakra signature that joined her in the training area. Carefully, she lifted her left hand, putting all her weight on her right. Then she bent her arm and began to do pushups. This was the hardest part of her training, and she had to focus all her attention on this one simple task, otherwise she would fall and possibly injure herself.

Gaara watched her silently, wondering if he should alert her of his presence. Something told him to remain silent until she was finished.

After doing ten with her right hand, she switched to her left. Once she was done, she brought her legs together, and lowered her feet to the ground slowly. Feeling them touch, she stood, finally taking notice of the silent redhead. She moved to walk towards him, but her step faltered, her vision suddenly becoming extremely blurry.

Taking notice of this immediately, Gaara rushed towards her, catching her before she could hit the ground. He held her up and stared at her face, he didn't know what was wrong. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah." She said, giving him a small smile. "I stood up too quickly, that's all. I'll be fine in a moment." She assured him.

He nodded, keeping her close, "Well looks like you had a productive day." He looked around at the training ground and finally helped her up when she started to move. "You sure you're alright?" the redhead asked again, not taking his hand off the small of her back. He was genuinely concerned.

"I'm fine now." She looked around at the destruction she had caused and shrugged. "Shishou can always have some of the earth type ninjas fix it up like she always does. She knows what happens when I get bored."

"I see," he finally released her and looked around the field. "So are you hungry?"

"A little. You?" she asked. She knew that he didn't usually eat during the day, and whenever they were together, she made sure that he ate at least twice a day.

"Yeah, we could pick something up on the way to your house." He said simply, giving her a look down. "I'm assuming you want a bath after your workout," a smirk came across his face as his eyes met hers.

"You have no idea." She said, meeting his smirk with one of her own. "You wouldn't mind washing my back for me, would you?" she asked innocently, knowing that he would be washing more than just that.

He nodded and the two started off, stopping in the busy market to find something that was quick to eat…for obvious reasons.

Once they got back to her apartment, they ate their food quickly. Not wasting any time, Sakura made her way to her bathroom, throwing her clothes off along the way. Once she entered, she turned on the faucet. Grabbing a bottle of bubble bath, she poured in a healthy amount. While waiting for the tub to fill, she brushed out her tangled locks, wanting it to be as easy as possible to brush them back out later.

When she finished she turned off the water, and slowly sank into her enormous bathtub, letting out a content sigh as the hot water hit her skin. This tub was one of the reasons she had bought the apartment in the first place, because it was big enough to fit three people in it, and it was perfect for the activities she had planned.

Not too long after she was in the tub, Gaara walked in, a towel wrapped around his waist. He stopped at the tub and looked down at the bubbling woman, unable to stop the smile from forming on his face. "Enjoying yourself?"

"More than you can imagine." She said, sinking into the bubbles until all you could see was her face. Raising a brow at him, she asked, "Well are you going to get in, or just stand there and watch me?"

"I dunno, both sound pretty enjoyable." He smirked, taking his towel off anyway and letting it drop to the floor. Sakura didn't bother to hide her stare nor her excitement. Gaara slid into the hot, soothing water. He leaned back against the edge, staying as far from her as possible in the small proximity. He caught her stare and laughed, "What?"

But before she could speak, he weaved his foot between her legs and began his teasing. She gasped at the contact, loving how she could never predict what he was going to do to her. Wanting to ignore his advances for as long as possible, she reached over the side of the tub and grabbed her body wash. Sitting up fully, so that her entire torso was revealed to him, she squeezed some of the liquid out onto her palm and began to lather herself in it. Meeting his intense gaze, she slowly began to rub the body wash over her breasts, making sure to move her hands extra slowly. Two could play the teasing game, and nobody said she necessarily had to touch him in order to tease him.

She was good, he would at least give her that, but after their three years together, he hadn't lost once in this battle. He moved both his feet around her waist and then slid her towards him. She came easily, since the bottom of the bath was smooth. "Let me help you with that," he said sweetly, as if it were only a favor. He took the body wash and placed some in his hands, taking the liberty now off massaging her breasts.

She arched into his touch, letting out a soft moan. What he didn't know was that this had been her plan all along, to get him to touch her without having to say the words he demanded to hear every time they were together. "Thanks. Make sure you rub it in thoroughly, it was hot today and I was sweating terribly." She said, the corner of her mouth lifted in a half smile.

"Oh?" he arched what could be a brow and smirked, "If you want more then you know what you have to say." He said simply, keeping his slow even pace on her perfectly sized breasts.

She grimaced. Damn, she thought he had forgotten. But of course he wouldn't forget. He never forgot. So she decided to mess with him a bit. "Well, the pace you are going at is just fine. I just wanted to be sure that you didn't miss any of the dirt."

His smile fell a fraction of an inch at this, "Hm. That's good." He looked down, letting his hands leave their main priority and slid down her stomach, settling on her hips. He rubbed her sides lovingly, not going too far down or up. He wasn't going to let her get away with tricking him into doing her will.

Little did he know that she had other plans. She grabbed the body wash, and, getting more on her hands, began to wash his chest, lingering in some areas longer than others. She smiled up at him, the picture of innocence.

He watched her warily, she knew that it didn't matter if she tried to seduce him with her delicate touch…even though it was almost impossible to resist. He felt a shiver shoot up his spine as she got lower and beneath the water. If she wanted the end result she'd eventually just have to come out and say it. But for now, he sat back and enjoyed the treatment his lovely companion was providing.

She brought her hands lower, resting them on his thighs. Then, looking into his face to watch his reaction, she began to rub small circles, slowly moving towards his inner thighs, and what awaited her there. Sometimes, she just loved to make him squirm the way he did her.

He would not give her the reaction she wanted, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, which she knew by now his methods were working, causing him to literally focus on not being too turned on. Unfortunately, he couldn't hide it everywhere. He lifted his arms from the water and rest them on the sides of the bath, mostly so that he could grip onto something to keep his sanity in check.

Bringing her hands together between his legs, she began to rub the most sensitive part of his body in slow strokes. "Am I getting everywhere?" she asked, just to tease him.

He opened his eyes slowly, now glaring at her. She knew what she was doing and it was working. He took in a deep breath and nodded, "Yes. That's everywhere." He got out through clenched teeth.

He wouldn't be able to stand this for much longer, he needed to tilt the scale in his favor and he knew just how too. "But why don't we both get cleaned down there at the same time?" he suggested, placing his hands back in the water and on her hips. He pulled her up onto his lap, rubbing what made him a man against her womanhood. "There we go," he said, trying to seem aloof.

Arching against him, she gasped softly at the feel of him against her. She wasn't going to give in this easily. She grabbed the body wash and immediately turned around in his lap, so that he couldn't make her lose control too quickly. Looking over her shoulder at him, she gave him a coy smile. Holding up the bottle, she said, "You said you would wash my back remember?'

He growled, obviously disappointed in this turn of events. But he obliged nonetheless, getting some of the wash on his hands he began lathering her back, massaging deep into her tissue. She always had stress and he tried his best to rid her of it while she was here. After he had gotten all the knots from her back he moved his hands closer to her sides, his fingertips brushing against the sides of her breasts.

Before he could do anything, she grabbed his hands and brought them away from her body. Wriggling against him slightly, she looked over her shoulder. "Nah ah! You already washed those." She said, smiling at him.

He gave her a protesting glare, why wasn't she already begging for him like she normally did? A bit angry with his failed attempts he let her slide off and crossed his arms stubbornly across his chest. "Did I now, well I guess then my work is done." He shrugged, refusing to touch her at all now.

She turned around to face him fully. "Yes I suppose it is. Now turn around, so I can get your back." She ordered, refusing to fall into his clutches.

"I don't need my back washed, unlike you I didn't do anything today." He huffed, still remaining still and looking away from her. She was going to fall to him if it was the last thing he did.

"Ok." She said, and then dove under the water in order to get her hair wet. Re-emerging, she grabbed her shampoo and began to wash her hair, trying her best to ignore the fuming redhead at the other end of the tub.

When she finished she dove under again and shook her head, in order to get all of the shampoo out. After that she put in her conditioner. Since it had to sit for a while in order to work properly, she leaned against the other side of the tub. "So, what was your meeting with Tsunade-shishou about?"

"Unimportant things that I could care less about." He answered shortly, leaving out the part about his encounter with her teacher. It had really set him on edge and this cat and mouse that was going on was not helping.

"Ah, the usual then." She said with a small smile. Deciding that she had let her conditioner sit long enough, she submerged her body underneath the water. This time though, she moved towards the unsuspecting redhead. Once she reached what she was looking for, she brought her tongue out to play, placing her hands on his thighs once again.

He stiffened instantly, grabbing onto the sides of the bath once more. This was not good. If she kept this up he might not even make her say it. He growled, shutting his eyes tightly, that was the only thing he could get from her that made him feel more important than Sasuke. His breathing became short very quickly as the time passed, and he wondered how long she could keep this up underwater. Though it was definitely a skill she should be proud of.

Deciding that she had had enough of the bath, and her need for air was making itself known, she ceased her ministrations and brought her head out of the water. Sitting up, she situated herself in his lap, sliding her slick body against his. It was time to give him what he wanted, since he was being so good. Grinding her pelvis into his need, she gave him a pleading look. "Gaara, I want you now. You, and only you. I don't care where or how you touch me, just do it. Please." She begged, wanting to boost his ego just a bit.

He stared at her for a moment, almost as if deciding whether or not she was teasing him still. Finally, his smirk returned to his face and placed his arm under her knees and behind her back. "As you wish." He said simply, standing from the bath and making his way to her bed. As usual he threw her onto the bed, not caring that they were both soaking wet. Making his move on top of her he leaned down and kissed her lips and then her cheek, following her jaw line, all the way down to her throat.

She moaned, having desperately wanted his touch. She put her fingers in his hair and gave a sharp tug, bringing his face back up to hers. "Gaara, don't tease me this time. I meant it when I said I wanted, no, needed you now." She said, ending her declaration with a passionate kiss.

Once she finally released him he laughed and nodded, deciding to put all his playful banter aside this time. She wanted one thing and one thing only, and he was most certainly going to give it to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her up with him as he sat erect, and again, without warning, slid her onto him. The look of pure satisfaction on her face was more than enough to make him start. "Remember Sakura," he whispered into her ear, something he had told her for the past three years. "I want to hear you scream."

"Anything for you." She whimpered as she began to ride him. For the first time, she was completely submissive to his demands, and he liked it.


Back at the gates of Konoha, a lone shinobi made his way wearily home. It had been a tedious mission, and he was glad to be rid of it. Walking into his home, he hastily removed his bloodied gear and took a quick shower. Shaking out his ebony locks, he looked over to the clock. It wasn't too late in the day that he couldn't go pay Sakura a visit. Perhaps, in her joy to see him home from his mission a day early, she would finally allow him to stay the night.

He smirked at this thought. In the four years they had been together, she had never allowed him to go any farther than kissing her. He knew it was because she was saving herself for their wedding night, but the way he thought of it was, if he was going to have her eventually, why not sooner?

He threw on a pair of baggy black pants and a navy blue shirt with the Uchiha crest on the back. Slipping into his ninja sandals, he left his home and made his way across the village to Sakura's. Yes, tonight would be the night he got to finally have her. If he thought positively, it was sure to happen.

Reaching her apartment building, he walked up the stairs to her floor. Standing outside her door, he paused, about to knock. Pressing his ear against it, his breathing stopped at what he heard. Coming from inside the apartment were the sounds of lovers reaching their peak, and what could only be described as a headboard hitting the wall repeatedly. Growing angry at the sounds he was hearing, he threw the front door open, breaking the lock that was in place.


Gaara sat up instantly, alert now that he felt someone close by. The sand from his gourd shot out, shielding himself and Sakura from the intruder that burst through the door. "Sasuke?" Gaara looked confused, now very glad all his sand was covering his lover's naked body. He didn't care how close to being married they were, Sakura's body belonged to him and he would allow no one to see it.

She gasped, recognizing the chakra. She pulled the sheets closer to herself, and scooted so that she was partly behind Gaara.

The furious Uchiha stomped into the room, his sharingan activated. Seeing the two lovers on the bed, his face contorted into one of pure rage. "What the hell is going on here?" he yelled, although the answer was pretty obvious.

"What does it look like genius?" Gaara glared back, snapping his retort. The sand finally fell, since Sasuke was no threat to him, and Sakura had found a cover.

Sasuke merely stood there, dumbstruck. "How long has this been going on?" he asked, somewhat collected now.

Blushing, Sakura looked down, counting off her fingers and thinking about the answer. "Ummm….three years?" she asked, turning towards the redhead next to her for confirmation. He simply shrugged, not really caring.

"We've spent quite a few holidays together." He said, confirming her admission.

Three years. For three years someone else had been touching his Sakura, and he didn't even suspect a thing. An angry glare set into place, furious crimson met sheepish emerald. "Get dressed." He ordered. "You and I need to talk. Now."

Tapping his fingers on the sheets, Gaara sighed and looked back at Sakura, "Well it looks like you have some things to work out." He said, giving her a comforting smile. Telling her that if things went bad, she could always come find him, just like she had the first time. He leaned over and kissed his sweet lover right on the lips, making Sasuke yell again for the redhead to leave.

"Alright, alight." He smirked, getting out of bed with no shame, making the Uchiha go wide eyed, envy all over his face. The Kazekage dressed and started for the door, just before he passed Sakura's pissed fiancé he turned back to her and flashed her another reassuring smile. "I'll see you later." He glanced at the seething man beside him and took his leave.

"I'll be in the living room when you're decent. Don't keep me waiting, or I'll come in here and dress you myself." The pissed Uchiha threatened, knowing that it would cause her to hurry. Without looking back he left the room, shutting her door firmly.

She scrambled out of the bed and got dressed hastily, not wanting Sasuke to touch her. Not only was she embarrassed, she was pissed. She hated it when Gaara couldn't stay the night. Opening her bedroom door, she walked into the living room, watching the silent Uchiha on her couch wearily.

"I have decided…that I will forgive you for your transgression. You can still marry me, and now you won't have to bear the shame of not being a virgin on our wedding night, since I already know." He told her slowly, trying to reign in his temper. It wouldn't do to yell at her, not when he still wanted her for himself.

She crossed her arms and stuck her hip out, annoyed. Raising a delicate brow at him, she stated, "I don't need nor want your forgiveness Sasuke. I did what I did because I wanted to. And I'll continue to do it for as long as I like, even after we're married."

His now onyx eyes widened in shock. So, not only was she not sorry for cheating on him all these years, but she would continue to do it in wedlock? Such things just didn't set right with his more traditional mind. "I will not share what is mine Sakura. Understand that."

She snorted at his statement. "I was and always will be his first Sasuke. Deal with it."

A pained look came across his face then. "Just tell me why. Why did you do it? Why do you continue to do it?" he asked pitifully. He needed to know what went wrong in their relationship to cause her to stray from him. That way it could be righted before the wedding.

Sakura let out a deep sigh, she might as well tell him the story about how she became so involved with Gaara and how it got to the point that she absolutely needed him to survive.

"Well Sasuke…it was about three years ago…"