So, basically, whoever said your senior year was the easiest…yeah…they lied. I'm living proof. Save me.
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Wherever his hands touched, it burned.
His lips were sealed over hers, tongues sliding over one another. Her fingers fisted in his hair as she clung to him. She bit down slightly on his lip as he tugged her closer to him. His hand climbed up her bare thigh, fingertips pressing hard against the pale flesh.
She broke the kiss to attach her lips to the underneath of his chin. He brought his other hand from the small of her back to her left breast, rolling his thumb across it. She gasped at the sudden contact, feeling the heat in her stomach become more prominent.
His other hand began to climb higher up her leg. She moaned, her hands tightening on his shoulders, her nails digging into the skin. He licked the outer shell of her ear, breath hot against her already burning skin.
His moved his hand even higher.
Higher still.
Sakura moaned his name and clenched her eyes shut in anticipation
Almost there, fingertips brushing against…
"Sakura!"
Sakura's head slipped off of her hand, as her face turned bright red. She looked over at Naruto, and said in the most dignified voice she could at the present moment (which was a high pitched squeak). "What is it?"
"Jeez, took ya long enough time to answer. I called you like ten times. Your face is really red, by the way." Sakura suddenly remembered her daydream; her already flushed face growing even darker. Naruto's eyes widened as he started to laugh. "Heh, you were thinking perverted thoughts, weren't you?" Naruto grinned as he dodged the thick book his best friend threw at him. Naruto was very perceptive at the worst of moments.
"I was not!" She was sure she was the shade of a ripe tomato.
Naruto just continued to laugh. Sakura puffed out her cheeks in anger. "Jerk. What was is that you wanted to say anyways?"
"Oh yeah, we're invited to a party." Naruto grinned.
"Huh? What for?" Sakura paused. "Are we guarding it?"
"Surprisingly, no." Naruto scratched his cheek. "We're guests."
"Eh! Why?"
Naruto shrugged. "Gaara told me he wanted us to go."
Sakura felt her cheeks heat again. "Gaara?"
"Yeah. Apparently its some fancy party for the Kazekage's treaty signing with a random politician." Naruto thought for a moment. "Or something like that. I kind of stop listening half way through. But there will be free food and alcohol. I mean, it's no ramen, but it's free! Like I'd turn that down." His grin grew at the mere mention of food.
Sakura started at the food-driven boy. "I don't even understand why he would want us there. Especially you. No offense Naruto, but you're really not the most diplomatic of people. You may start a war."
"Hey! I'm not that bad!"
Sakura gave him a dry look. "Remember the last party you went too."
Naruto's ears turned red. "That bald pervert deserved it."
Sakura all but growled at her best friends' ignorance. "He was an important representative from the Cloud village…and you punched him in the jaw."
Naruto winced at the girl's loud tone before grumbling. "He was still an old pervert. He shouldn't have touched you like that." He stuck out his bottom lip in a childish pout.
"I had it under control!" Sakura countered before sighing. "What time do we need to be there?"
Naruto peeked up. "You're going?"
"Of course. Who else will make sure you don't get into trouble." She scoffed. 'Not to mention, I may get a chance to speak with Gaara. But Naruto doesn't need to know that.'
Naruto gave a loud, happy sound as he pounced on the girl.
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Sakura sipped her drink, sighing every now and then. She swirled the golden liquor as she watched the couples dancing. The dance was some elaborate sequence of steps and dips and turns, something she would never have the grace to do. Sure she could sneak up behind professional Jounin or balance on a thin tree branch, but learn to do the Sand waltz? Now that was too much to ask.
Sakura glanced at Naruto dug into a plate of once alive shrimp. She looked on with envy, she had been excited to try the expense food, but she feared that if her stomach grew at all she would rip the corset top of the dress. The tight fitting green dress had been Temari's idea and at the time Sakura had agreed but after half an hour and still not seeing the man she had worn it for, she was beginning to regret it. Where was he?
Stupid men, she thought as she walked over to refresh her drink.
At least she had that.
The sweet wine slid down her throat and pooled into heat inside her stomach. She watched as politicians spoke, couples danced, and trophy wives snuck off with their young lovers. All normal things for this type of evening Sakura guessed. With her green eyes drifting, she met a sight that she never wanted to relive.
Gaara leaning against the white wall with a tall red head flirting shamelessly with him.
Sakura's grip on the glass tightened, as a scowl etched it's way onto for face. What the hell? Why was he letting her get away with touching his arm like that? Gaara didn't like to be touched. Period.
'Come on, just break it!' Inner-Sakura screamed at the young man.
A low growl worked up her throat. That jerk! How dare he. After she had dressed up for him, worn heels for him, even shaved her legs for him, he was speaking with some bimbo who don't know anything about him. What about that day in the field? What about the signals? The hints? The freaking sexual tension that had been there for weeks?
How could he do this to her?
Well, she'd show him she wasn't some sort of plaything. Downing the rest of her drink, she began to devise a plan.
Bastard.
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He knew the moment she saw him.
He had been keeping constant attention on her chakra since the moment she had walked in the room. His plan for letting her come him almost falling apart as he saw laughing at something Naruto said. The green dress flowing about her legs and gathered at her bust, showing those years of training had paid off. But he wanted her to come too him first, then nothing would stop him from being the one doing the finding. He wanted her to be sure. Because once she did come to him, he wouldn't be letting her go for anything. He had wanted her for too long to deny himself much longer. But he refused to force her feelings, they had to be the same as his or else it wouldn't be worth it.
He had been watching as she had wondered around the room, speaking with Naruto, drinking wine, conversing with Temari. He could feel the underlining agitation and irritation in her chakra and he could feel himself begin to mirror it at her not finding him already. He wanted her beside him.
He moved off to a wall to make himself easier to spot. But someone other than the pink-haired girl spotted him first. He had seen the red-haired woman before, at a couple of parties. She ran in a powerful circle and was used to getting what she wanted, which seemed to be him at the moment. He was about to tell her he was waiting for someone until he felt an intense wave of anger hit him.
He almost smirked.
She had found him at least. He could fell the anger and jealousy take over her chakra and couldn't stop the small tilt his mouth did. The red head must have thought of it as encouragement because she placed a hand on his forearm and the only reason he didn't rip it off was because he wondered what Sakura would do. Sure enough the anger increased but with it came confusion and a small amount of sadness.
Shit.
He looked over in time to see her down her drink and stomp off.
Enough.
The games ended here.
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Sakura resisted the urge to yawn.
The man she was dancing was a mild looking youth, most likely only three years older than her. An apprentice to some other mild looking diplomat or something. He spoke on about his stance on some housing plan that she really didn't care about.
Boring.
Even his face was boring, even dark eyes, brown hair, soft cheeks and button nose. Nothing like Gaara's sharp, fierce features and burning eyes that…No! Not thinking about that prat.
"Mind if I take over," It wasn't a question.
Speak of the Devil.
Gaara's face was passive but his eyes were hard, his hand digging into her dance partner's shoulder.
Mild-man gulped. "Of course not." He said backing off quickly.
Before she could speak, Gaara's hand was placed low on her back and she was flush against him. Hard angles met her curves and the biting words she had planned to say died in her throat. He swept her up into the dance, and she felt herself stiffen at the feeling of heat that took over her.
For some reason she had never thought that Gaara would know to dance. Which now seemed ridiculous with all the spinning and back stepping he could do. It made since that the Kazekage should know the dances of his country, the thought just hadn't clicked until she was in his arms and feeling severely light-headed.
As the feeling of spinning was beginning to take over her head and before she could stop herself, she blurted out, "So, why aren't you dancing with her?" If she had had a arm free she would have slapped herself.
"Who?"
"The pretty red-head." She grumbled, pouting and not looking at him.
If Gaara laughed now would be the time for it but instead he merely leaned his head upon her and smirked against her temple, "If you hadn't taken so long finding me, I wouldn't have spoken with her at all."
She huffed. "So it's my fault?"
"Exactly."
"Arrogant bastard."
"I heard that." She could see his laughing smirk in her mind.
"It's not like I would have cared anyways." Except she would have. A lot. "I was having was lovely time with…" Oh, what was his name again? Umm…Shin…Shinki…Shinji…oh, screw it. " the man I was dancing with."
"Really?" His grip tightened every-so-slightly on her waist. Sakura didn't seem to notice it as a shut up sign,
"Of course. He was stimulating." Well, if you think watching a fish blow bubbles was stimulating.
The sound he made may have been a snort…or a growl. "Then I'll just leave you to him then." And with that, he flung her away from her, and began to move with speed to the exit.
Sakura's mouth fell open. That idiot! She was the one who should be throwing the fit, not him. She pursed her lips into a straight line and began to follow him going as fast as her three-inch heels would allow.
She waited until they were outside in the garden until she yelled at him. "What right do you have to be angry? I'm the one who should be mad! You disappear for weeks and then when I see you you're chatting up some woman. How am I suppose to know you're feelings?" She asked in desperation, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. She wiped them away in anger. "So was everything that happened in the field a lie? Were you just playing with me. Tell me, damn it!"
Then he turned around, eyes blazing and teeth bared, reminding her that this was Sabaku no Gaara. Not just some pubescent boy she could play around with.
Oh, crap.
"Playing. You think I'm fucking playing." He began to stalk towards her and she felt her shiver from the icy tone he was using. "This isn't game, Sakura. Far from it."
Anger won over the fear for a moment and she screamed, " How would I know that? You never told me anything."
He started at her so fast that without thought she found herself backing away, not stopping until she hit the cool stonewalls of the building. He kept her there by his body, hard muscles pressing against her chest. She felt her breathing stall and was finding it hard to think. When he chose to spoke his voice reminded her of the cool press of a blade against a throat. Chilling, terrifying, and a bit exciting, "What is it you want to know?" He was sneering down in anger at her as the words left his mouth. "Is it how I think about you all day? Or the way I wonder about what you would think about a political proposition I'm listening too. Or how sometimes I can't concentrate because I want you near me so badly." His expression had calmed down but his eyes seemed to be even more full of emotion than before. He brought his face close, turned so his could whisper in her ear. "Or is it just that I want you."
Sakura sucked in a breath at the confession, and felt as the tears she had been holding back came forth. She let out a sob as she felt her doubts and fears leave her body. He hadn't just been playing. It had been real. It was okay if she liked him.
She hesitantly brought her lips to his ear, biting her lip before saying, "I want you too."
There was a slight tremor in her voice but that didn't seem to bother Gaara, as he let out a heavy sigh and leaned his head against her shoulder. Sakura ran her fingers through his short red locks and Gaara wrapped his arms around her waist bringing her closer than she thought possible. They stayed locked in the embrace for long moments, just enjoying the others presence. Slowly Gaara brought his forehead to hers and met her eyes. Both of their breath was shallow and heavy. Sakura's eyes traced his face, while he did the same. She bit her bottom lip as she watched him lick his, mesmerized by the action.
When his lips where mere breaths away from hers, he stopped.
His eyes flickered up to hers for a moment. "Soon."
He made it a promise.
Then he was gone, leaving Sakura to collect herself against the walls of a fancy building in the desert garden.
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I really had trouble writing this but I wanted to get something out at least.
I know I'm a horrible person and I'm sorry. School is just kicking my ass right now.
I can't wait to graduate.
Gaara is kind of OOC. Sorry 'bout that. It'll be better next time.
