Baby, I Like It
Chapter Four
-Beginning-
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…"
"Ch, you're so useless. If you're not going to be of any help then leave."
"Fine! I will leave! I didn't want to be around some arrogant prick anyways!" the pink haired medic yelled, storming out of the house and slamming the door.
"Uuuuuuurrrrgggghhhhh!" she yelled, throwing her arms up in the air in frustration. God how he infuriated her.
She walked down the street, only taking notice that it was early evening. The sun would be setting soon. Not ready to go back to her apartment, Sakura walked to the park, sitting down at a bench under the biggest cherry blossom tree they had. She thought back on everything that was said, and began to cry.
She hated it when she couldn't do anything to help. Even when she had tried to Sasuke had yelled at her. Well, yelled at her in a quiet, Uchiha way. They had just celebrated their one year anniversary a week and a half ago, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to stay in this relationship. Ever since his return to Konoha he had been different. Sometimes he would be the sweetest, most doting boyfriend. Others, he was back to his uncaring, ruthless self.
He had even told her that he loved her, well, in his own fashion. He didn't come out and say the words, but she knew what he meant. But now she didn't know if it was worth it. She needed someone who showed her that they cared, and didn't call her names.
She began to cry harder, completely dejected. So wrapped up in her thoughts was she that she didn't notice the other presence next to her until they were in front of the bench.
"Are you alright?"
Sakura looked up to see a set of concerned jade eyes. "Gaara?" she gasped, trying to wipe away her tears. He probably thought she was weak now that she was out crying in public. "What are you doing here?" she asked, trying to avoid his previous question.
He just stared at her for a moment, wondering what must have happened. "I'm here rewriting the treaty…again." He sighed, but the look on his face was still sad. After all these years of being Kazekage he always tried his best to live as Naruto taught him, by making sure others were happy.
Gaara kneeled down and looked up into Sakura's downcast face. "Is everything alright? Do you want to talk about it?"
Caught off guard by his question, she sat up straighter. "Oh it's nothing important. Sasuke-kun and I just had a fight, that's all." she said, hoping that was enough to satisfy his question.
He gave her a skeptical look and stood back up. He had always known the Uchiha to be pretty irritating. But now that he was actually making an effort to make her feel better, he wasn't going to stop until he succeeded. He sat down beside her and let his arms rest on the back of the bench. "So how's that going? You and the Uchiha I mean."
Her bottom lip quivered at the mention of the cause of her pain. "I don't know. It started off great, but now I'm not so sure." Why was he asking her all these questions? She highly doubted that he of all people cared about the problems of others.
"Why not?" he asked, glancing over at her. He seemed to just keep surprising her.
"He…he just doesn't appreciate me. I train and I train, so that I will be of some use, but, he told me that all I would ever be good for was a housewife." At this admission her shoulders began to shake as she cried somewhat silent tears. She hated crying, and the fact that it was in front of Gaara only upset her more. Crying was for the weak, and she hated being thought of as weak.
He looked away, not sure what to do now that she was crying once more. He had never dealt with a woman crying before and especially not a crying woman he had had feelings for. Hesitantly, he moved his arm from the back of the bench and placed it around her, trying to be comforting.
She leaned into his touch instantly, wrapping her arm around his midsection and placing her head on his shoulder. "I just don't understand. He says that he loves me, but all he does is tell me how useless I am. Maybe he's right, and I should just give up being a ninja. I only became one in the first place because I wanted to be closer to him, and we all know how that worked out." She rambled, continuing to lower her self esteem with her words. Because, when a person is told something repeatedly, eventually they start to believe it themselves.
He tried not to freeze up, he could feel his heart beat quickly now. Gaara let his grip on her tighten as he moved his other hand to her face, cupping her chin. He forced her to look up, knowing she didn't want to because of the tears streaming down her face. "Sakura…I know I am not an expert on love, but I at least think this much is true. Everyone deserves someone who treats them the way they deserve to be treated. I understand that the Uchiha does love you…but sometimes love just isn't enough."
She looked into his eyes with astonishment. What he said made sense, but where would she ever find someone like that?
"What else is there?" she asked. She may be a girl, but her knowledge of love wasn't very vast either. To her, love was the way Sasuke treated her.
"Well," he paused, trying to think of what to say. He had to make sure he didn't say anything stupid. "You need someone who will take care of you and make sure your needs are met. Because anyone can love someone, it's whether or not you show them you love them as well as telling them. Like, here," he removed his arm from her and started explaining with his hands. "If you love someone, yes you tell them, but you also have to make sure they feel it. Like physical needs, emotional needs and whatnot." He nodded, hoping that didn't sound confusing.
"Actions speak louder than words, don't they?" he tried to give her a reassuring smile, resting his hand on hers.
She nodded. What he said made perfect sense. But she knew that Sasuke would never be able to show her as well as tell her that he loved her. It just wasn't in his nature.
It was silent then, their eyes searching deep into the other's soul. Before either of them could comprehend what was happening, her lips were on his in a soft, sweet kiss. She wasn't sure who leaned first, or who initiated it, but she didn't care. In that moment, she knew that what they were doing was right. Well, to her anyways. She didn't really know if Gaara was enjoying this as much as she was.
To answer her questioning thoughts, his hand moved to the small of her back, bringing her closer to his body. He placed his free hand on her cheek and then ran his fingers through her soft hair. She leaned into his touch, placing a delicate hand on his chest. Wanting to deepen the kiss, she parted her lips slightly and hesitantly ran her tongue along his bottom lip.
He took the invitation without hesitation and opened his mouth, letting their tongues battle it out for dominance. She brought her hand up from his chest and threaded her fingers through his hair. Gripping his crimson locks, she pulled slightly to change the angle of his head so she could deepen the kiss.
They finally had to break their heated kiss for air, both breathless. Even in the dark night, Sakura could see the small blush that adorned Gaara's face. She stroked his cheek and gave him a small smile. "So…your place or mine?" she asked, a light blush dusting her cheeks. She had never done something like this before, because she was waiting for the right moment. She felt that this was it.
Excitement shot through the redhead, "How about mine. Just to be on the safe side." He smirked, she nodded excitedly. He stood, pulling her with him. He pressed her body against his, letting their lips meet once more. The sand around him picked up and swirled around the two in a sensual manner, caressing her cheeks and arms as it carried them away. When they pulled away a second time, Sakura looked around and saw that they were indeed in his hotel room.
She stood on her tiptoes and brought her lips up to his, gripping his shirt tightly. She didn't really know what else she was supposed to do. She knew the basics, but it wasn't something that she had ever considered doing with Sasuke, and they had never talked about it. Hopefully she would be able to do well enough so that Gaara wasn't disappointed.
Gaara could sense her body language. He didn't know why he knew, but something told him that he needed to satisfy Sakura's physical needs. In their kissing frenzy he pulled her against him, experimenting with her body to see what was acceptable and what was not. He was a man after all, and a man's job was to please his woman. Not that Sakura was his woman, technically, but tonight, he decided Sasuke didn't matter. He let his hands trail along the hem of her skirt, his fingers brushing against her sensitive flesh.
She gasped into his mouth, loving the feel of his hands against her skin. She began to undo the buckles on his vest slowly, testing to see if this was okay. Not receiving any indication that he wanted her to stop, she removed the vest from him completely, and reached back up to start on his shirt.
Taking her removal of his clothes as a sign for him to start on hers, he reached up, pulling down on the zipper of her shirt. He hoped that he didn't look nervous, because he really was. He had never been this close to a woman, ever. And he had most certainly never seen one naked. Keeping his face calm and collected, he tried to make this action seem natural. Once the zipper hit the end of her shirt, he did his best not to turn as red as his hair. This was a completely new experience for him, but he had to step forward with confidence. So he slowly slid off her shirt, letting it fall to the floor. He didn't give himself anytime to stop and admire her body yet. He reached behind her, unclasping her bra with ease and letting it fall to the floor with the rest of their clothes.
She resisted the urge to cover herself, wanting to appear as confident as he did. Looking into his eyes, she slowly backed towards the bed. When her legs hit the edge of the mattress, she fell backwards, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. She knew if she looked away she would become embarrassed. She raised one of her booted legs, indicating that she wanted him to remove them from her.
He watched her, trying to stifle a laugh because he knew it would make her lose the confidence she had built for this. He moved forward and took her leg gently, sliding each of her boots off and setting them on the floor. Deciding it was time to give her some more tender touching, he let his hands caress her legs and slowly inch closer to the inside of her thighs.
She let out a soft whimper, wriggling under his touch. He hadn't even removed all of her clothes yet and she was already going crazy. She could only imagine what would happen when they were eventually naked.
Gaara stepped on the back of each of his shoes, removing them so this process could go faster. He was eager. He wanted to see all of Sakura. Her form was absolutely breathtaking. For her profession, she was abnormally flawless. Finally he reached her skirt, and, keeping his eyes locked with hers, he began to tug the tan skirt down.
Licking her lips at his actions, she watched as he removed her skirt. Once it was gone, she sat up slightly. Giving a hard yank, she quickly rid Gaara of his pants. She lay back down, and brought her hands up, resting them on his broad shoulders. She locked gazes with him, and slowly raked her nails down his chest, wanting to test his reaction.
He gasped, grabbing her wrists and forcing them down on either side of her head. He didn't want her to see the delight that had flashed across his face when she had done that. He wanted to try and make this slow for her, but she was making it extremely difficult to hold anything back. He bent down and kissed her deeply, his fingers searching for her last piece of clothing and pulling it off in one fluid motion.
Once her clothes were gone she brought her left leg up and hooked it on his waist. Tugging slightly, she gasped at the feel of his arousal pressed against hers. She threaded her fingers through his hair and kissed him passionately, all previous nervousness gone. This felt too good for her to ruin it by being shy. She felt like a fire was building in the pit of her stomach and was slowly spreading throughout her body. And she liked it.
"Sakura…" he whispered, pulling his lips from her and staring into her beautiful green depths. "You are…extremely beautiful."
She blushed at his admission. "Thank you." Was all she could think to say. Not really knowing what else to do, or say, she began to play with the hair at the nape of his neck, loving the feel of his soft locks running through her fingers.
He kissed her forehead lovingly, moving to kiss her temple, and then trailing a few kisses down her neck. She turned her head to give him better access to her throat, breath hitching when he nipped her lightly.
Finally, he reached down and pulled off his boxers, tossing them to the side so they were both completely naked. He took a deep breath, making sure he stayed confident for her. This was it, the first, and last, woman he would ever be with. Carefully positioning himself above her, he stopped just before giving a final push and looked at her face. Was this really alright?
Sensing his hesitation, she cupped his face. "Gaara, it's ok. I choose you, I want you. Not Sasuke. Please just put me out of my misery before I go crazy." She pleaded, wanting to be completed by him.
The shocked look on his face didn't go away as his emotions usually did. He could hardly even believe she had just uttered those words. His resolve solidified, and without dithering, he broke her barrier, unleashing the flood gates of passion that would envelope the two for the next three years.
Sakura shut her eyes tighter as the morning light hit her eyelids. Rolling over, she snuggled into the source of warmth that was right next to her, wincing slightly at the soreness between her legs. Her eyes snapped open as she remembered the events of last night leading up to the pain she was feeling this morning.
Looking up, she was met with the sight of Gaara sleeping peacefully. She smiled tenderly at the sight. He looked a bit exhausted, but, after their activities the night before, she didn't blame him. She blushed at that thought. Last night had been one of the best nights of her life, but it had to end. She was still dating Sasuke, and Gaara lived in another village.
A look of pain flashed across her face then. She knew she cared deeply for the redhead, otherwise she wouldn't have given him what she did. She just didn't think he cared about her that deeply. Sighing, she scooted closer to him and closed her eyes. The best thing to do would be to go back to sleep and relish what she had. Deciding that that was the best course of action, she let sleep take her away, slightly dreading when Gaara woke up and they had to face their actions.
It wasn't long after she fell back into slumber that he awoke, feeling something soft pressed against him. He definitely liked the feeling of waking up with this warmth. When he looked down to the sleeping face of his night lover he smiled genuinely. She was so beautiful, but she looked so tired. Very cautiously he lifted his hand to her face and stroked her cheek. He sighed contently, but then felt the frown set in on his face.
Despite what had happened last night, this couldn't be. He lived far away and knew that this could never be anything more than a fling. Especially since she was with that Uchiha. He wrapped his arms protectively around her. He only hoped she had gotten what she needed from him. If the only thing he could gain from this was making Sakura happy then so be it, he would be there whenever she needed him.
She opened her emerald eyes slowly, having woken from the soft sigh he had let out. She looked up into his gaze and smiled, truly happy. She never wanted this feeling to fade. "Hey." She said, eyes sparkling with silent joy.
He blinked and looked down at his sleeping flower. "Hey," he mimicked, giving her a smile of his own. "How are you feeling? Not too sore I hope."
She blushed at his question, slightly embarrassed. "It's not too bad. I'll be fine after a hot bath to relax my muscles. What about you? How are you feeling?" she asked, curious.
"Fantastic," he said a bit too quickly, he suppressed the blush that was threatening to show. "I mean, I'm good. I feel just fine." He nodded, really hoping she didn't detect the nervousness in his voice. He felt foolish. Here he was a Kazekage, and he was getting flustered from a simple question.
She smiled at his admission. Cheeks tinged with pink, she brought up a hand and began to draw spirals on his chest. She gave him a coy smile. "That's great. You know, I read once in a medical scroll that doing such activities again lessens the girl's soreness." She said, hoping he wouldn't be appalled at her forwardness. But now that she had had a taste of him, she wanted more.
He laughed, moving over her, setting his hands on either side of her head. "Well doctor," he teased with a smirk. "Allow me to sooth your sore body with some homemade medicine," he leaned down and kissed her softly. "Whenever you need it, I'll be there for you to relieve yourself."
Laughing in return, she reached up and kissed him. The rest of their day was spent getting to know each other on a more intimate level than they had the night before.
"…And ever since then, we've just been meeting up. Every time he was here on business or I was sent to Suna, we would see each other. And if I was ever sent on a mission that was located anywhere near Suna, I would drop in and visit for a night." She finished, waiting for Sasuke's reaction.
He placed his head in his hands and sighed. So it really was all his fault. He didn't even remember saying any of those things to her. But it did explain why she was always so happy when the redhead came to visit, or when she had a mission to Suna.
Letting out another sigh, he stood. "You need to choose who you want Sakura. Because once we're married, I will not share you, even if that means I have to kill the Kazekage. It isn't fair to either me or him for you to have us both." He walked toward her busted door and opened it. Turning back to her, he said, "Whatever you decide, I will still love you." Then he left without another word, softly closing the door behind him.
She was in tears now, her arms wrapped around her in an attempt at comfort. It wasn't fair. Things had been working just fine. She loved both of them, and was content to have them both. And now she had to choose? But she knew that Sasuke was right. She let out a dejected sigh and walked back into her room. Falling on her bed, she decided that such things were best left to be decided after a good night's sleep.