Author: Guys, this is it. It's all about Hinata and Gaara in this chapter. In the next one i'll get back to the plot and actiony type things. But for now, just enjoy the lemonade.

"Gaara!" Hinata hadn't really believed Kiba until she saw the redhaired vampire standing inside her tent. She darted forward and flung her arms around him. His shoulders, his back, his chest. He was there. He was solid. She didn't realize how terrified she had been, thinking he had died. She felt tears falling from her eyes. It was as if there had been a wall around her heart. She knew she wasn't just crying for Gaara. Even as he wrapped strong arms around her, holding her against his mantle. He made her feel secure, safe, protected. Like nothing could touch them.

"Tenten...Neji..." She whispered between sobs, and he stroked her hair gently. It wasn't like the way Kiba had held her. His embrace had the same kind of passion that she felt flowering inside her. Her body was trembling, and he steadied her very soul by simply being there. "They're gone. They're dead." She had to repeat the words. It didn't seem like it could be true. Less than a day ago she had sat at Tenten's side. "They're dead." She felt Gaara's arms loosen slightly, and could imagine the surprise on his face.

"How?" His voice radiated over her head. How she had missed that voice. She tightened her grip on him, as if afraid he would slip away. Kiba was the one who replied, standing in the entrance of the tent.

"Trying to bring back one of our fallen. They both perished under a second wave of vampires."

Hinata felt Gaara's head nod, his chin brushing the top of her skull as he renewed his grip around her. "Shh, it's all right." He told her gently, whispering the words into her ear. He lifted her, one arm around the small of her back and the other supporting her legs. The Hyuuga's arms went automatically around Gaara's neck and she buried her face in his shoulder as he began walking. She was vaguely aware when they passed Kiba. She didn't think about anything but the feeling of him holding her. The sensation of her face pressed against his chest.

The steady, untiring rythm of his feet was soothing, and she slowly began to feel her sobs die away. She had been crying for everything. For being betrayed by Naruto, fear of the Uchihas, pity and sadness for Tenten and Neji. She didn't know how long they had been walking by the time Gaara slowed down and stopped altogether. By that point, the tears had dried. Gaara was gently laying Hinata on the ground, and laying down next to her, laying his head on one arm and pulling her close with the other.

Hinata looked over at him, and suddenly, she didn't know how, but she knew that he loved her. It was there, as if it was written on his forehead. With a faint smile, she realized that it /was/ written on his forehead. She reached up and touched the 'ai' tatoo on his skin, and he mirrored her smile.

He didn't have to say it. He didn't have to tell her that he loved her. She could feel it. The night sky was clear overhead, filled with stars and the enourmous swell of the moon. Hinata lay back and stared up at it for a few moments. The air was neither cold nor overly warm, and the patch of clovers under her back was soft. Gaara sat halfway up, supporting his weight with his elbow. He reached over and stroked Hinata's cheek gently, leaning down and kissing her very softly, lips brushing against her with the softness of a moth's wings. He pulled back and smiled.

Hinata knew what would come next. She had tried to pretend she didn't know, but she had found one of Kakashi's books once. She knew what would happen, and could even imagine how it would feel. But she had never been willing to take the next step. Strangely, it didn't seem like such a big deal anymore. It was simple. Just sex. And Gaara loved her. She loved him. There was no reason not to. She lifted her head and captured Gaara's lips in her own, sliding her tongue forward and running it along his lower lip. She pulled back slightly, then elicited a moan from the redhead when she bit down lightly.

Gaara hesitated, suddenly sensing what Hinata wanted. "Are you sure?" He whispered to her, cupping her face in his hands. She paused.

"Yes, but...I'm afraid." She replied very quietly. It seemed Gaara wasn't a virgin, but she certainly was. She had heard that it hurts, the first time. Gaara's face took on a serious expression. But there it was again. That look of pure love. She knew he wouldn't hurt her.

"I'll be gentle," He murmured, leaning forward and letting the words puff huskily against her ear. He didn't speak again, letting his actions do so for him. He gazed deep into her eyes, running one hand through her hair, and Hinata had a feeling something amazing was about to happen.

Hinata let Gaara take over. She had imagined her first time before. But now that the moment was upon her, she didn't know what would happen. Gaara, it seemed, was keeping his word. He kissed her very softly, lips working against hers in a constant, moving tangle. His tongue pressed against her lips a few times before he pushed all the way in, swirling around the tip of her tongue. He allowed her entrance into his own mouth, then sucked on her tongue, earning himself a small whimper of pleasure. Hinata felt her body getting warm, and pulled off her jacket, tossing it to the side.

Gaara swung one knee over Hinata's hip so he was straddling her, and removed his jacket as well, then leaned down, palms splayed on the grass on either side of her shoulders, jaw sweeping up to reclaim her mouth. He moved away from her lips, kissing her cheek lightly, then her jawline. When he reached her neck, he slid his tongue forward very slightly in the kiss, and heard Hinata gasp. Ah, so he had found a sweet spot. He sucked gently on the skin there, and watched as Hinata's arms reached up to grasp at his back. Raking his teeth over the hickie, he felt Hinata's chest rise beneath him, and kissed the place again before alternating before sucking and nibbling, until the Hyuuga moaned quietly.

He let out a long, steady breath, directly against her neck, then tugged down the collar of her shirt, trailing his tongue along the creamy white skin he found along the way. He wanted to know every contour of her body. The redhead lowered his teeth, biting the hem of her shirt and pulling it up to expose her stomach. He shifted his weight and used one hand to remove the shirt entirely. There was a pause that seemed- for Hinata -to last a lifetime. Gaara gazed down at her exposed breasts, then his eyes slid back up to her face.

Somehow, Hinata's doubts slid away. In that one look, Gaara had assured her that everything would be all right. She slid one hand up his stomach, beneath the fabric of his shirt, and tore it from his body. Oh. She hadn't expected the physique that met her eyes. Toned stomach and a smooth chest. Letting her hand roam up his chest and down one muscular arm, she grasped his wrist gently, as if telling him to continue. He did.

Her skin was hot now, and Gaara could feel it growing hotter as his tongue slid over her stomach, pausing only once to place a tender kiss over her belly button. When he reached the swell of her breasts, his lips became even more gentle. He kissed the incredibly soft skin. She was so warm, and he felt so cold, even though he could feel sweat all over his own body, and a pulsing arousal in his groin. He rubbed his hips insistantly against Hinata's, the friction of hips causing another moan, this time slightly louder. Gaara repeated the maneuver, thrusting his hips quickly against hers then slowy grinding them together before pulling away.

He felt Hinata's breathing increase, and his own blood was beginning to pound. He allowed his lips to encompass one of the girl's pert nipples, tongue gently caressing it, playing with the nub and tickling it back and forth. He sucked lightly and Hinata's fingers tightened on his back. With another moan, Gaara felt his erection begin to grow and reached down, sliding away the remainder of his and Hinata's clothes. But he had to wait. He did not want to hurt her. She had to be prepared.

He lifted his lips to hers, hand trailing through her mane of feathery hair. Then he lowered his fingers down to her womanhood. It was already slightly damp, which didn't surprise him. Fingers dancing through the soft hair that surrounded her entrance, he gently slid one finger between the lips, almost immediately finding the small bundle of nerves, already extremely tight. His cock's erection was almost painful, and felt harder than it ever had. But he had to wait.

Hinata felt the finger slide directly to her clit and let out a little gasp as he put pressure on the sensitive spot. What she did next surprised both of them. She reached forward and grasped Gaara's tool, squeezing gently. He let out a moan directly into her mouth, and Hinata felt a drop of sweat run down her stomach, watching the same substance shine on Gaara's chest. She began to gently rub the vampire's manhood, while at the same time he added another finger, this time sliding it deeper, all the way inside her. Then a third. Stretching her. He began to move his wrist in a rythmic motion, and Hinata whimpered in pleasure.

Their breathing grew more intense, labored, as they both found a pace that seemed suitable. Hinata stroked harder, and Gaara compensated, going faster. Suddenly, both stopped. Just before the other climaxed, they had removed their hands. Hinata lay panting, gazing up into Gaara's eyes, and he down into hers. He lifted his hand to his lips, licking each finger clean and savoring the taste of her on his skin. He leaned down and kissed her very gently, shifting his hips and positioning himself over her entrance.

He eased his bulging head inside her, watching her face carefully.

Hinata tilted her chin up slightly. The sensation was curious, and seemed both painful and natural at the same time. She bucked her hips upward, trying to pull him deeper inside, and gasped aloud as he slid farther down. "Gaara-sama!" She moaned, fingers digging into his hips. He had slid his member in as far as he could, and pulled back out just a little, then back in. Hinata felt her heartbeat increase even more. "Faster," She whispered. He was all too happy to comply. Every second outside Hinata was hell. Inside was heaven. He slowly increased the pace, the sound of their animal breathing becoming the only sound. The only thing that existed.

Hinata whimpered his name with each exhaled breath, meeting him thrust for thrust as he began to grind his hips faster. Things became steamy, blurry, as sweat dripped down both of their bodies and into their faces. She rolled over after a moment, without breaking their connection, and wove her hips forward, sweeping them back and forth against his tool. She could feel it press against her clit and let out a cry of pleasure, shifting and sweeping her hips forward against the same place. Gaara's hands moved to her sides, watching as she flung her head back, mouth open and a look of delerious happiness on her face. Things seemed to slow down as he gazed up at her. Her hair was damp with sweat, face shining in the moonlight and her body waving slowly over his. The experience was unlike anything he had ever felt.

He rolled them again so he was on top and thrust against the sweet spot Hinata herself had found. He could feel the swell in his cock becoming unbearable, and ground faster. His heart was pounding to the point where he thought it might burst, and Hinata's nails raked red lines across his back. Faster. Their hips danced together, pulling each other closer. Impossibly close. Hinata needed him inside her. She needed the mingled pain and pleasure. The kind of pleasure she had never experienced.

She felt him come inside her, and a wave of exstacy swept through her body. An actual physical response to her arousal. She felt herself spill juices onto the grass around her, felt the wave spread over every inch of her skin. It seemed as if her heart stopped for a moment, and her eyes were closed as she screamed Gaara's name into the sky. It was all happening all at once, and she heard Gaara whisper her name into her ear.

"Hinata."

She didn't feel him pull himself from her, but knew that a moment later they were lying entwined in each other's arms, bodies still incredibly warm. "I love you." She didn't know who spoke the words. Didn't know from whose lips the words tumbled, but found it didn't matter. This was right. Her body felt tired, and her breathing slowed until she had lulled herself to sleep, still cuddled against Gaara's body.