A/N: Thank you all for such greats reviews. I just want to apologize for not writing my 3rd chapter sooner. A little writer's block hit me. But I'm back.

DISCLAIMER: Masashi Kishimoto owns Naruto, I'm just thankful to be able to use his characters!

Te Wo Tsunagou:Let's Hold Hands

Chapter Three: Be Strong

"Mmmmm. Sakura." The fiery haired Kazekage groaned to himself, glancing down at the pink haired kunoichi who brushed her fingertips hotly over the bulge hiding beneath his baby blue robe."My, my. Someone is a little hard aren't they?" The girl smirked to herself as she begun to slide her hands beneath the fabric, stopping once they brushed up against the hardened flesh between Gaara's legs. He could only gasp in slight pleasure when he felt something wet running against the tip of his hardened length. "Oh. . . Sakura." He whispered faintly as she unzipped her sleeveless crimson shirt with ease. Her petite hands cupping his larger ones only to place them over her budding breasts. A smirk etched on the male's face as he squeezed harshly. "You like that don't you." He taunted out gruffly, eyes narrowing into thin slits as he proceeded to observe the way her mouth enveloped his girth. No further words were to be shared between the two as he'd buried his calloused hands in the pale coral tresses and yanked her further to delve himself deeper into her warm cavern, groaning so faintly that she could have mistaken it for breathing.

The two continued on until he released himself on her damp tongue with a quiet hiss, leaning back into the relaxing chair of his to catch his breath. The pinkette made no hurry to redress, certain that they wouldn't be interrupted. It had been a regular occurrence to find herself in Gaara's office, always under a 'guise' of checking on him as his privately assigned 'medic nin'. No one had found any reason to question her, given the abilities that she'd wielded. Their tryst had been kept in secret for a good handful of months, in turn for Gaara keeping all information that she disclosed with him to himself. Due to his quiet nature, their post coital conversations always lead back to the men of Kohona village that Sakura had bedded within days before arriving to Sunakagure. He found no reason to chastise her lifestyle, not wanting to be the wiser and fling insults when he himself allowed her to have a piece of him. What harm was supposed to come from such a beneficial relationship? He could have the perks without having a jealous and clingy partner, as the two had agreed when it all started. Though, Sakura had began to get a bit more touchy than he'd bargained for. Gaara was a man who had been starved of touch for so long in his life, who would fault him for wanting to have a woman writhing beneath him every now and again? It wasn't anyone's business who he decided to have, at least, it didn't used to be.

2 Years Later

Hinata gasped lightly to herself as she gulped down the orange juice, Temari gave her another look. This one of extreme surprise, it was pretty unexpected to see the girl in a manner. "Big appetite. I like that." Kankuro teased, winking but being completely unsuspecting of the elbow that flew into his side. "Owww!" The puppet man hissed giving Temari a nasty glare and shrugging off the pain. 'Poor Hinata...Her family cast her aside like a common oxen, sacrificing her for their own selfish gain. ' The blonde woman thought silently, not able to halt her gaze from trailing behind the swaying violet tresses of the former Hyuuga. Various shades of crimson along with a deep brown gave the hallways a simply elegant feel to them although Hinata Hyuuga didn't pay much attention. She couldn't help but mind her own business as she stepped back into the Guest room. Was it really any fair to her than she still hadn't properly met Gaara yet? A soft series of knocks peaked her interest as she glanced towards the door with the slightest expression of embarrassment. "Who is it?" Her voice seemed so silent yet she wouldn't ask again. No one answered. Shrugging it off, the young woman closed her eyes and melted away into the soft silken sheets with hopes of being alone with her lovely fantasies.

I miss you Naruto-Kun...So much. Her dreams seemed to consist of only her standing under the beautiful moonlight, so beautifully dressed in the most marvelous lavender strapless dress that seemed to bring out the most luscious of curves she owned. Her eyelids brushed with golden specks, gleaming when the light hit them. Lips glossed with the flavor of jasmine tea. She could only dream of Naruto constantly professing his love to her, Bent on one knee like the prince she imagined him to be. With that boyishly handsome smile gracing his face when she would accept his offer of marriage. Laughter chiming lightly at the butterfly kisses that her dream prince splayed along her pale face, sighing at the completion that she wished to feel in her daily life.

THUD!

The heiress's eyes snapped open suddenly as she glanced at the door in a slight fear. Waiting for another sound that never came, her arms shot up to prop her sleep addled body. Perhaps she was just imagining things. She could pretend to sleep, just to make sure she was safe. The door opened slowly, creaking with each centimeter that it began to spread. She could hear the the heavy footsteps coming closer as they then stopped next to the bed. Shifting nervously, she barely opened her lavender eyes into thin slits to make the blurry vision seep away. Crimson came into her sight along with the lovely aquamarine eyes ringed in a dark kohl-like color that drew her in. "Hinata Hyuuga." The man addressed her, so formally. As if the two were nothing more than business associates, despite the room having meant to be 'shared' since their wedding night.
"Kazekage-san."She hesitantly answered back, more like she was informing him of his own status. For a while only silence drew between them as he drew in a soft breath of air. She had this attractive scent of lilacs and freshly picked cherries that made Gaara so hungry.

As wrong as it felt, he couldn't seem to keep his gaze from tracing her figure beneath the thin sheet used to shield her from the frigid night air. "It's n-nice to finally m-meet you, Kazekage-san." She murmured out, gazing elsewhere in what seemed to be embarrassment. " How was the trip." He seemed to be making a statement more than asking her yet she nodded and quickly let her eyes meet his own. "Very long, but the journey was interesting." To sit and think about it, was there really much the two had to say to one another? He knew why she was here, because her father felt like she was a complete failure and sent her off. But had she been aware of his motives? Could she possibly have known that he had been nagged by the council repeatedly to find a bride? That he needed someone to help him secure his lineage?

He would hope she couldn't catch on anytime soon since no one else did. No one had dared to question him when the Hyuuga's offered Hinata up like a common piece of meat. Why did Gaara have to be so intriguing to her? He was so exotic with those shockingly bright eyes that contrasted on his slightly tanned skin. Her hands ached to reach out and brush her fingertips over the black rings around his eyes, to pull him into her bosom and just caress his hair until he fell asleep. He looked so empty that she was at a momentary loss for words. Had he ever knew the peace that sleep brought about? A rush of color speckled her face until it had completely reddened, tugging the sheets further up the expanse of her milky skin, wishing that she had been informed sooner of his arrival. She was a modest woman at heart, not wishing to give him any wrong ideas in such a scenario. The bed sinking on her end slightly as she gave him a somewhat playful frown. "You're heavy."She whispered but he didn't hide the slight twitch in his lips as he shook his head, "No, You just don't weigh enough to be on this bed." So, He wanted to tease her? She could live with it. If only Hinata knew of the things transpiring behind her back.

-To Be Continued-