The final five. *insert happy smile* I think one of the significant ones.
As far as the first thing on this list is…you can probably expect a little fruit action going on.
Thanks for sticking for this short while and reading all these weird things, ha, ha.
Enjoy.
One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life; That word is love.
Sophocles
#48. Make Love – stay . . . . Four months later
Three and a half years ago, Sakura wasn't looking for love when she came to New York. She was looking for a purpose, a reason, something meaningful. She searched through every book, every nook and cranny, every little thing she could get her hands on, when everything she needed…was right in front of her. She hated storms, no matter how many times she lived through them; they never failed to scare her. So, that Saturday night, she crept out of her room and sneaked into Gaara's. She knew he wasn't asleep, he just like to pretend to feel a little 'human' himself. When she gently pulled the blanket up and snuggled against his back, he grew stiff before turning around with a curious look on his face and took in her quivering form. Her forehead was pressed to his chest and she clutched into his shirt, her eyes tightly shut. "Sakura," She silenced him with her tender lips. He responded quickly and soon, their tongues tasted each other's mouths. The room was filled with their moans and groans, wet noises from their lips.
"Gaara." She breathed out his name and it sounded like ecstasy to him, they broke their heated kiss momentarily to cool their raging lungs. Their positions had switched, and now, he was on top of her. Arms wrapped around his neck, legs tangled together, a burning desire for skin to touch. "I can't spend another century being alone; I think…I've found my purpose as an immortal, and a human being." He touched his forehead with hers and sighed. "I think I have too."
This was what her mother meant when she said two people, who only had their eyes for each other, make love. It was unexplainable, something only two very intimate people could share between each other. Only he would be allowed to see her gasp and cry out his name. Only he would be allowed to thrust into her and driver her over the edge. Only be would be allowed to see her climax in a heavy daze before falling back to earth. Moments later, after a few more pushes into her panting body, he came hard and fell on top. He breathed in her scent as she toyed with his hair, enjoying the feeling of each other's warm and the comforts of being loved. "I love you." "I know."
# 53. Soul Mate . . . . Two days later
Neither of them had to say it. They didn't have to, because there was no point. Inside their hearts and minds, their actions spoke louder than words. Every smile, every kiss, every caress to the skin. It was something only the two of them could share. So when she rested her head on top of his legs and played idly with the buttons on his shirt, she knew right then and there; they were meant to be together. For all of eternity.
# 25. Travel the World . . . . Three weeks later
It took her a long time to get it, but she managed to at the last minute. She finally quit her job as a model and burst into the apartment with a huge, bright smile on her face and Gaara instantly knew she was up to something. There were two thick envelops in her hand that she tried to hide inside her coat, but he grabbed them before she could even blink. He looked at them curiously, the shifted his eyes to her. "I'm bored, I think we've seen enough of New York, don't you think?" He opened one of the envelops up. "Where will we go?" She wrapped her arms around his neck before tossing him into the kitchen, a globe sitting in the middle of the table. "Anywhere we want. I'll be nice and let you pick the first place. Plus, I'll already know how to speak the language."
# 54. Live . . . . Three years later
"Look at that!" Sakura grabbed Gaara's hand and dragged him into the book store. "My book's still an international best seller!" He put a hand on her mouth and looked around. "Will you keep your voice down? I don't us to draw any attention." She swatted his hand away. "Oh please, what're you worried about? It's not like anyone's looking for us anymore." Picking up one of her novels, she flipped through the pages and smelt the insides. "Ah, smells like fresh book." He opened one up and scanned it with quick eyes. "You didn't use our real names did you?" She looked at like him a three year old. "Of course not, I named you Haku and my name's Hana. Written by the mysterious author; S.H." She set her book and his down, dragging him back out of the store. "Where do you want to go now?" Sakura took one look around London and sighed contently. "Let's just walk around until we hit a destination."
#55. Smile . . . . Fifty years later
"Can you believe it?"
"Yeah." Sakura let out a dreamy sigh, gazing out into the always beautiful, Paris, France.
"We still don't have flying cars yet."
"Gaara!" She slapped his arm and giggled as he smirked back at her. "Can you please just enjoy the view?"
He leaned back against the metal rail and watched her from behind. "I am."
She rolled her eyes and rested her chin on her open palms. No matter how many times she came to this city, it never ceased to amaze her. She loved the lights, the sound, the food, and the people. On top of everything, she loved being here with Gaara. Despite how easily bored he got with everything, she put up with that and took him to her favorite spot and planned to stay there for the rest of the night. His arms wrapped around her, adding more heat to her snuggly, covered body. Standing at the top of the Eiffel Tower in the middle of winter wasn't exactly the warmest place on Earth. He pulled her up against him and buried his face in the nap of her shoulders. "What do we do now?"
"Just smile."
Actually, I've decided that I don't want to do an epilogue. I think ending it here is good enough. Well this was the first time I've ever done something like this, and I hope you all liked and enjoyed it.
Ciao.