AN: Welcome back! I missed you guys! Hope you all enjoy what I got today :3
Heels clacking against tile woke him up this time, and he could tell it was still dark outside even with his eyes shut. His blankets stirred as someone sat next to him on the bed, and the smell of her cherry blossom perfume was enough for him to know it was Sakura. He felt her hand raise up to move his hair away from his kanji, and he almost shivered as she traced the scar with her silky fingertips. He unfortunately sighed, causing her to stiffen, but he played it off as if he were sleeping. She fell for the act, and ran her smooth digits down his cheek making his skin tingle. When her thumb made it's way to his mouth to run over his bottom lip, he couldn't help but smile at the action forcing her to pull her hand back in guilt, most likely.
"Curious as ever, Dr. Haruno. I thought I told you I wanted to be alone, but here you are again with your craving for me." Gaara chuckled to himself, but remained completely relaxed.
"I-I'm not. I was just checking to see if you were breathing..." Sakura stammered with nervous frustration, and he knew that the reaction alone spoke volumes. His eyes remained closed as he could imagine her well enough.
"I had a dream, or perhaps it was a memory. Only you can say since you were the main attraction." The redhead felt her stiffen, and he wondered how long she was waiting for him to figure out their relationship. "We were at the playground, only this time it was a hot summer night. You showed up looking defeated, but you became so eager when you approached me. I wasn't expecting you to force yourself on me, but you came armed with a condom in your pocket just in case I was there... you called it destiny...does that ring any bells?"
When he was met with nervous shuffling, he decided that she was probably giving him the silent treatment. Whether or not it was for him rejecting her earlier, or whether she wanted him to remember or forget he couldn't say. So he sighed, and continued.
"You wouldn't take no for an answer, so you got me all worked up so I wouldn't push you away. That's very sneaky, Sakura."
Still nothing. He almost groaned at the silence.
"You initiated it, and I wasn't ready...but your body felt so good I couldn't stop you, I didn't want to stop you. You were so confused because you didn't think it would feel good for you, but after figuring out that it didn't hurt like you thought it would you acted like a vixen in heat-"
"Gaara..." Her voice shook, and he cracked another smile before placing his arm over his already closed eyes.
"Don't get upset about it, you enjoyed it, and you were beautiful. You told me you loved me, and I returned it. Why it's so hard for you to accept now is beyond me, but now that night is with me, and I will never forget how it felt to make love to you..."
"I think you need another batch of that herbal medicine..." Sakura said it very cautiously, and the confusing sentence made the gears in his head turn.
"Sakura?" He tested.
"Yes, Lord Kazekage?" She answered.
'...Fuck.' He inwardly cursed.
It had become apparent now that he had just described a very graphic, romantic, and raunchy situation to the medical nin, from another village mind you, that had been so generous as to heal him. He groaned, removed his arms, and opened his eyes with a deep cringe before looking up at her. She obviously wasn't psyched enough to get up from her spot on his bedside, but her strange expression told him just what she thought of the Kazekage at that moment in time.
"Sakura, I am so very sorry..." Gaara tried to apologize, but she shook her head at him.
"Don't apologize for the after effects of poison. I understand the problems that come with it during the healing process-"
"Oh I'm sure all of your poisoned male patients have told you their strange sexual fantasies, with you as the star of the show no doubt!" The redhead bit his lip in frustration while looking out the window next to him to avoid scrutiny. However, he turned back to her curiously when he heard her giggle.
"Oh, be glad you were off being 'dead' somewhere when Kankuro got poisoned. If you think you're a pervert, you should listen to his strange rambles. At least your language is polite for the most part." She smiled sweetly before resting her wrist against his sweaty forehead to check his temperature. "Don't tell him I said anything though, he doesn't remember what he said to me, and I want to keep it that way."
"What exactly did he say?" Gaara was suddenly intrigued, as his brother tended to tease him quite a bit; he wanted something to think about when trying to keep himself professional. So he could laugh about it to himself when no one was around.
"Oh, I can't believe I'm saying this; he told me that he wanted me to fight with him, as well as other men, before having sex with them. It was very strange, I think you were actually on that list." Sakura blushed slightly at her recollection, and the redhead raised his naked brows curiously at her before she nervously continued. "The way he explained it was like his brain was telling him who he wanted to see me actually 'fight' against, but it got jumbled with the sex on the way out. The so called 'battles' started out well and good, but then they spiraled out of control into these vivid sex scenes that he would just blurt out. It was horrifying! I was only fourteen!"
At that he started laughing, and she giggled along with him as they found a mutual comfort in each other now. However, he didn't want to let her off the hook just yet.
"You said I was on the list? How curious..." Gaara tapped a finger pensively to his lips, and she smacked his shoulder lightly for his teasing.
"Yeah, well yours was the worst one. Apparantly we were having a wonderful sparring match of my fist against your sand, and apparently 'sand coffin' turned into 'sand restraints' as well as 'sand flogger'... and 'sand tentical'...it was very graphic and something I can't ever see you actually doing so I have since put it out of my memory until this exact moment." Sakura blushed before trying to occupy herself with detaching his fluid bag, and he couldn't keep himself contained any longer.
The redhead busted into a hearty laughter that he didn't think would ever come out of him, and she seemed just as shocked by the sound if not more.
"Sand tentical!? Oh that is good, I'll have to save that for later!" Gaara laughed giddily at the idea of picking his brother up with his sand, and shouting out 'sand tentical' while watching him turn as white as a ghost. Knowing how secretly perverted Kankuro was, the puppeteer would be an idiot to not get the reference. Oh it was going to be hysterical for sure.
"Gaara! You can't just make sand tentacles, and attack girls with them, it's innapropriate!" The kunoichi scolded him thoroughly, and he raised his brows at her again intrigued.
"Hmm, shows where your head is at. I was going to simply tease my brother with it, since he is such a closet pervert, but you also seem to have a dirty mind. I might just save it for you instead." For the first time in his life the redhead winked, and he got the reaction he was looking for as the kunoichi became thoroughly flustered.
"Eh?! Thats a rather cruel joke!" She bit at him, and he felt a dark smirk forming on his face.
"It would be a joke when used on Kankuro, but with you... I'm thinking humor would be the last thing on my mind." Gaara narrowed his eyes knowingly, and she balked at his blatant and surprising perversion towards her.
"Lord Kazekage, you had better start thinking your words through before-"
"I wonder if you'll actually say my name when I get you into bed, or if you'll just continue to call me 'Lord Kazekage'..." The redhead grinned as she visibly turned a bright shade of red. Whether it was out of embarrassment or anger, he couldn't really tell.
"Gaara, knock it off. It's innapropriate." As she went to stand he swiftly grabbed her wrist to pull her back onto the cot with him. Only this time he had enough strength to pin her to the mattress. She grunted defensively, and went to punch him, but stopped herself before knocking him in the jaw. He watched many expressions flitter past her features before she closed her eyes in frustration, and breathed cautiously through her nose. "Lord Kazekage, you are not well."
"Oh I feel pretty great right now, and if you stay long enough I'm sure I can help you to feel just as good... If not better." Gaara leaned forward onto his prey, and watching her eyes dilate sent a thrill through him even though she was also tensing nervously underneath him.
"Gaara, stop it. It's not funny!" Sakura squirmed, and without warning he closed the connection between them. For some odd reason it felt like he was kissing her for the first time, and when she opened her mouth to gasp he tested the theory further by letting his tongue slip in to taste her. Her body jerked in protest, but he ignored it in favor of running one of his hands through her hair. Her now free hand attempted to push him, and he could tell she was keeping her full strength away to stop herself from accidentally killing him. It worked out fine for Gaara, and he continued kissing her like she belonged to him.
The kunoichi seemed angry, even when he broke the kiss to trail down her neck she still seemed furious. She shouted more than a few obscenities to him, but he ignored the words and struggles as he dragged his teeth down her jugular.
Sakura whimpered.
The redhead exhaled sharply on her moistened skin when the sound reached his ears. His fever spiked even further as she slammed her free hand over her own mouth shamefully. He did it again, and she responded the same way once more by trying to silence herself.
His skin buzzed with electricity, and excitement over her current predicament. He traveled up to her earlobe to suckle at it while breathing hotly against the shell of her ear. Her whole body shuddered violently beneath him with a muffled whine, and he pushed her just a bit further by pressing his thigh against her pelvis. Her shorts were thin, and form fitting enough that he could feel the outline of her genitalia through the fabric leaving nothing to the imagination, and as he ground his leg against her she unwittingly moved into him instead of away causing another muffled whine to escape her.
Sakura never had a chance. Due to his encounters with her other self, Gaara knew just what got her off. What made her excited, and dripping for more. He used that knowledge to his advantage, and only felt slightly guilty about it.
But not enough to stop.
After a few minutes of pressing his thigh against her, the redhead repositioned himself so the he could be fully inbetween her legs. Her head lolled on the mattress in a hazy state, and he took away the hand that covered her mouth to pin it back to her side.
The restraint gave a her a bit of clarity, and she went to struggle again, but he didn't let her get too far into it before grinding his hips against her own. She gave a sharp, but pleasant moan at the sensation, and he descended his lips onto hers once more. This time she not only allowed him to do this, but eagerly kissed him back with need.
Sakura, from this world, was kissing him. She was sucking on his lower lip, and greedily lapping at his tongue as if she had never felt like this before. She gave a needy whine, and rolled her hips against his own, finally wrapping her legs around him to keep him close to her. When an accidental moan escaped him she bit down hard on the lower lip, and growled like an animal.
It was clear she was comfortable in her own skin, but also deprived of a sex life as shown by her newfound enthusiasm. Not that he didn't appreciate her uncontrollable lust, no, that made things easier for him, but he didn't know if he could give her the proper treatment in his current state. He was still healing after all. She might have to wait...
Gaara let go of her hands to see what she would do, and surprisingly she used a great amount of force to flip them both over to get on top of him. Looking at her now, he saw a starving she-wolf ready to bite into her prey. Or possibly fuck the living daylights out of her prey, but the expression was the same. She rolled her hips hard against his own, making him wince in both pleasure, and pain.
Okay, so this was going to be a bit different then usual. He knew she liked to take the reigns, that was a given, but this was purely primal. As if she had bottled every perverted thought, and feeling, then finally released it on this man who decided to turn the keys to unwittingly get into her secret red room of pain not knowing how dark she really was.
Sakura leaned forward, bit down on his neck, and dragged her teeth deeply against his skin while grinding against him hard in unison. He hissed at the pain, and there was no soothing for it after it's infliction.
Yet, he still found a strange enjoyment in it after the pain would desist. The tingling left over from the raw nerves had him practically squirming with euphoria. Like being taken out of a dangerously hot bath, and thrown into a bitter cold spring. That strange sensation was the only way he could describe it. A weird relieving sensation that makes you want to get hurt again just to feel it dissapear. So when she did it again, he pressed further against her to make the pain even more intense. It was so hard that he gave a loud gritting moan between his clenched teeth.
The kunoichi bristled at the noise, but continued to grind against him. Her face came up from his neck, and lidded eyes focused on his. He could see that her pupils were so incredibly dilated that there was no way she could be sane at the moment. Her panting breath flayed against his skin, and she went in for another hard grind.
"Fuck!" Gaara cursed loudly as he groaned through his teeth. He was so sore, but it felt too good to stop. From the tension in his muscles he felt an increasing dizziness form. He started panting both from the need for proper breathing, the pain, the pleasure, and the repetition of holding his breath every time she would move her hips like she had. For technically his first sexual experience, at least in this unniverse, he thought he might deserve a gold medal for staying strong even though his body was already at half strength to start with.
"Come on, naughty boy, show me what you got." Sakura purred, and his mind came back just in time for another painful roll of her hips. He was breaking out in a sweat as his voice cracked under the strain. He was going to faint if she continued this way, his stamina had officially run out. "Either you cum, or you pass out. Lets make a bet."
"Sakura...please..." The redhead begged, and she began laughing darkly at him before scratching her nails down his chest. It irritated his skin alright, but he couldn't help his eyelids fluttering at the echoing sting that made him arch into her. He inhaled through his teeth at the sensation, but the tingling it left behind had him releasing the breath with a heavy pant.
It was exhausting, but invigorating. The two polar opposites were fighting for dominance inside him making his head spin.
"Oh, I'm sorry! Is this bothering you? Is this uncomfortable for you? Am I invading your personal space? Crossing your personal boundaries?" The kunoichi glared daggers at him, and he couldn't help but give a strained laugh at his predicament.
She was still angry at him, and he had to admit he deserved every last punishment for his not-so-kage-behavior.
"I'm sorry I was forceful with you-"
"Forceful is a weak word for it." She swung her verbal axe, and really put a good effort into her next grind making his body tense so painfully he thought he might have burst a blood vessel. He gave a true strangled cry this time, and she placed her hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. "My bet is that you'll pass out before cumming, which would be a real shame as it could really damage your testicles from all this stimulation. You'd be sore for more than a few days, and with the pressure I've been using it's already a fair assumption that you're going to be sore tomorrow regardless."
A trickle of sweat went down his temple to melt against her fingers. When she felt the moisture, she looked at his body carefully. Then surprisingly a sympathetic look graced her features.
"I'm putting you in a lot of pain... aren't I?" Sakura spoke gently, and he wanted to agree with her, but he also wanted her to stay. He chose to stay still, and blinked at her instead. "You know, you look kind of cute when you're exhausted. Which is kind of sick of me to say since you've gotten less sleep in your life than the average person."
When his eyes sparkled with mirth her curiosity took over, and pushed her to remove her hand from his mouth.
"You do understand that you just admitted that I am cute all of the time, right?" Gaara gave a breathy laugh, and her face soured at the realization that he was correct. So she moved her hips again, making him wince, but luckily it wasn't as hard as what she had been doing before.
"I'm surprised you didn't go soft." Her nails scratched lightly at his chest, as if it would distract her from the fact that she was still on top of him. He gave a slight shake of his head at the statement.
"It takes a lot for me to lose an erection..." The redhead then blushed at his own blurted confession, and she seemed to find some sort of humor in it.
"I'm sure your many lovers are pleased about that." Sakura snickered while looking down at him, and he simply squirmed under her penetrating gaze.
"I don't have any lovers." He admitted, and she furrowed her brows in confusion.
"Okay, well maybe that's why you're acting like this. You just haven't gotten any in a while-"
"I haven't gotten any ever." Gaara felt like this conversation needed to just end. Even more so when she balked at him.
The fact of the matter was that he may have gone all the way in a different universe, which was a wonderful memory or dream, no doubt about that, but it was just that; a memory. From a universe that didn't exist... at least he didn't think it existed.
At any rate, he had never gotten anywhere with a woman in this world; his home universe, and that deemed him a virgin in his eyes.
"Bullshit." Sakura gaped before leaning forward to closely examine his eyes. He felt a blush flow hot to his cheeks at her thorough scrutiny. He had been so confident earlier, but the testosterone had finally died out.
"Why would I lie? It's not like I'm proud to be a virg-"
"Oh my God...what have I done? What have I done!?" The kunoichi straightened like a ramrod, and put both of her hands to her face in shock. He watched curiously as she ran her hands over her eyes, through her hair, bit at her knuckles, and then repeated the process three more times before he finally grabbed her wrists to stop her.
"I started it, and I did know what I was doing so you don't have to feel guilty about any 'poison' effects. I just honestly find you extremely attractive." Even though his voice was stern, the extra harshness from the strain wasn't helping his case much. She gave him a worried look all over before grimacing.
"I am so sorry, oh my god, I am so so so sorry. I just assaulted a virgin. A virgin Kazekage. My best friend's virgin other best friend who is also a fucking village leader. Oh my God, the relations between our villages!" Both her hands went to fist her hair again, and at that moment he knew that talking to her wasn't going to make things work out in his favor.
He was going to have to get her mad at him again.
While she remained frantically distracted, he took her face into his hands, and kissed her passionately. She squeaked at the contact while attempting to pull away from him, but he grabbed the collar of her shirt to pull her in once more which made some of the strings holding the clothing shut to unravel. He hadn't initially meant to do that, and in his newfound shyness avoided the area altogether by wrapping his arms around her waist. She turned her head to the side to break the kiss, and thoroughly scold him, but he took that moment to seize her neck with his mouth. She whimpered while giving a light buck against him, and he groaned at the sore, but still pleasant feeling.
"You...bastard..." Sakura cursed at him quite crassly, and he answered her by running his hand up her thigh. He scraped his teeth on her pulsing skin, and she sighed while rolling her hips against him once more. Feeling his shame melt away again with her sighs, his other hand found her breast easily, and she gasped at the sensation even with the fabric of her bra separating his palm from her skin.
Gaara groaned pleasantly as her lithe fingers finally slithered up his back and neck until tangling in his red hair with acceptance. His lips still hungrily kissing her neck traveled to her collar, and when she jolted against him once more at the sharp sensation of his teeth the hand on her thigh moved to her backside to grope firmly. She gave a sharp whine, and he felt himself pant with want against the heat of her moistened skin.
The medic was beginning to melt under his ministrations, and it wouldn't be long until she was begging for him to just fu-
"What the... Sakura? Gaara?! What the hell are you two doing?!"
Tick...
Tick...
Tick...
BOOM.
The rage that went through him at that moment was enough to make the gourd of sand next to his cot fly out of the container violently. He was sick, and tired of being interrupted, and he was willing to rip the throat out of the next person to do so.
Unfortunately, it was Kankuro, so he couldn't just murder him like he very much wanted to.
"I hate you so much right now, you stupid cock-block." Gaara literally growled his words, and the other two people in the room stiffened considerably. Sakura, however, gave a small snort that gave away her mirth over his choice of words.
"Ah... oh... um..." Kankuro blanched, and it was pretty obvious that he was a combination of embarassed, shocked, and scared shitless.
"Is this why you're still a virgin?" Sakura whispered loudly enough for both the brothers to hear, and the redhead made a face that had her laughing again. While he was happy to have her find him amusing, he was also getting slowly more irritated the longer he was kept from his goal.
"State your business or get the hell out of the room, Kankuro." Gaara tried to remain calm, and when the woman in his arms attempted to move away he held her firmly in place. "Stay." He ordered, and he got a curiously raised brow from her in response. It seemed she was both insulted, and yet impressed by authorative nature.
"Uh... I heard noises in here. I came to check it out to see if you were in danger, but then I noticed that you guys were-"
"I'm sorry, Kankuro, but do I come into your space to interrupt you when you are entertaining a woman?" Even though he had said it politely, his tone was verging on furious. Sakura looked between the two, but knowing she was stuck in the situation she chose to keep calm and wait it out.
"Um...no, you haven't interrupted me..." Kankuro started, but his brother was not going to let him finish.
"So you saw this perfect creature on my lap, in my bed, with my hands all over her, and you thought it was the perfect time to interject? To ask what we are doing, even though it is absolutely FUCKING OBVIOUS?!" Gaara finally cracked, and he watched his older brother nearly jump out of his skin at the sound of his raised voice. He felt Sakura jolt at the sound too, but he made circles with his thumb over the grip he had on her back, which had originally been on her bottom, but he had moved it for her modesty. The action seemed to relax her greatly, and she exhaled with relief.
"Well, I've never seen you with anyone so it was kind of weird watching you-"
"Kankuro, get out. I am literally going to lose it after years of keeping my composure. I am on the edge of killing someone, and I do not want it to be you. So just leave. Please." The redhead breathed carefully waiting for his older brother to digest what he said, but after a minute he felt his temper start to flare again. "Kankuro! Get the fuck out!"
"Oh, right! Sorry! My bad!" The puppeteer fled the situation quickly, and was probably going to be making certain that nobody else made the same mistake as him.
Gaara sighed bitterly before resting his head on his dance partner's shoulder, and she didn't tense underneath him at all. Rather, she stroked his slightly damp hair in an attempt to soothe him, and of course it worked like a charm.
"That sounded like more than just years of 'keeping your composure'. How has your mental health been?" She brushed some of his hair away from his scar, and he felt his scalp tingle under her fingertips delightfully.
"Mental health is not great. I had an arranged marriage go south, you probably heard about that..."
"Yeah, something about your bride and her lover trying to kill you, so you had to kill them instead?" Sakura was right about them trying to kill him, but nobody knew the truth that he had actually let his bride-to-be and her lover go. He had been clever in saying that his sand had left no remains behind when in reality he had Shikamaru take them in to live in Konoha secretly. No one knew but him, Temari, and Shikamaru.
So while everyone thought he had killed his fiancee he had actually been a saint, and let her live the life she truly wanted in the first place.
"Yes. That was... painful. Even for me." Gaara wasn't lieing about it being painful, he had come to really like his fiancee. So the betrayal sucked, and hit an already sore spot he had left over from his childhood. Honestly, he was tired of being used, but he wanted love so what was he to really do about it?
"I see, and that probably opened some old wounds; maybe affected your self esteem..." She ran her fingers through his hair, and he nearly purred at the sensation. "I can understand why you would be craving physical affection so badly... it's not right for a human being to be denied something like that."
"Yeah...hmmm...physical...reaction..." He nuzzled against her, and she scoffed.
"I didn't say 'reaction' I said 'affection'."
"More petting please, it feels really good." His hands wandered her frame, and she tensed under his touch with a blush.
"Gaara, that's not-"
"I don't care what it is or what it isn't, just... let's lay down okay?" The redhead tried pressing the kunoichi back onto the mattress, but she kept her ground.
"You are being ridiculous, I'm not just going to let you have sex with me. That's not how this works, we aren't animals." Sakura scolded him, but he remained undeterred.
"You are mistaken." After gaining her interest she allowed his hands to wander her frame once more, and to his delight she shivered under his fingertips. "We most certainly are animals. We just have better thought processes, languages, and a sense of self. Other than that we eat, sleep, kill, and breed just like every other animal on this planet."
"How romantic..." Sakura bit sarcastically, and he actually chuckled at her.
"I had a beast inside me for a very long time, and his thinking along with his instinctual habits aren't something that I can just shake off." Gaara grabbed her firmly by the hips, and she tensed cautiously.
'This... isn't like me...'
"That 'animal' explained what sex was to me before I could even count, and would try to get me to do things that were shameful for a young boy to even think about. Years of restraint; even after losing Shukaku I have still kept a hard grip over my desires because I believed them to be wrong. I still think they're wrong. I think its wrong of me to want to force you down on this bed. It's wrong of me to want to have sex with you. It's wrong, but its building up inside me... clawing at me..." He growled after his little speech, and his canines showed when he flashed his teeth. He could tell she was intimidated by him, but she kept herself calm in the face of danger. However, her cool demeanor was betrayed by the look in her eyes.
"I think it's time you found a nice girl, and just settled down-"
'She's scared.'
"You're a very nice girl, but I'm not going to calm down just yet..." He interjected with a wolfish grin, and she stiffened yet again.
'Something is burning.'
"Gaara, you're not going to force me to have sex with you." She tried pushing away from him, and suddenly he found his strength returning letting him pull her right back in.
'It's so hot, it's starting to hurt.'
"But you were so willing to play earlier, what happened? Always the sadist, Sakura. When the tables turn you just can't handle it, can you?-" Gaara licked from her collar up to her ear, and she tried squirming away from him with a whimper, but he gripped her tighter.
'What am I doing?'
"-I've got an idea, you can have me however you please. I'll play that game with you, and be your perfectly submissive dog. You'd be surprised over how many tricks I know... some of them are rather complex."
'Why is this happening?'
"Gaara, stop it." Sakura barked at him, and her energy made his skin grow hot over the idea of her challenging him.
'No, don't do it.'
He leaned back instead of forward, which surprised her enough to fall with him when he pulled on her. He maneuvered her into straddling him, and when she straightened herself to get her bearings he arched his hips to grind himself against her.
'Stop.'
She gave a sharp breath, and her hands unconsciously grasped at his chest. She blushed at him, but it quickly melted back into anger and fear.
'Stop! Look at what's happening!'
"Ooo, look at that fire in your eyes. You want to hit me so badly, don't you?" Gaara had a strange darkness wash over him, and he felt his true self screaming at him to stop, but for some reason he couldn't. It was like he was watching the scene unfold behind the irises of his own eyes, trapped with no way out inside his pupils.
"Hit me...please hit me...stop this..." He finally managed to whisper.
This was too much, something was wrong, he was going to lose himself any second now. His hold on the rope was slipping through his hands burning his flesh-
"Gaara? Hey now... hey... it's okay..." He could see her clearly through his own eyes, and feel his body fill with heat, but she seemed so far away. He was tipping over into an abyss inside his head.
What was this strange insanity, this mental state of being lost in ones own head? He had Shukaku with him once, yes, but losing himself to the beast was far different than what was happening at the current moment in time. Right now it felt as if his emotions were foreign, and had full reign over what he said, and how he acted. It wasn't some strange fantasy or dark desire at play here... this was like someone else entirely was inside him yet was one and the same. It wasnt right, and it frightened him. The pieces of his own personazl puzzle were not matching up.
"I'm... going to fall..." His hands came to his head, but they didn't feel like they belonged to him. He felt himself pressing the sides of his skull so hard he thought he might break the bone.
"Don't do that. You're okay. Gaara, you are having a mental breakdown." Sakura removed his hands from his head to replace them with her own, and her words bounced around in his brain.
'A breakdown?'
"Listen to me, you are feeling out emotions you have long since burried, and that opens the flood gates. It's foreign, and you are panicking." Her eyes were so beautiful, and the sky was turning red in the windows all around them. Even though he felt a great deal of fear he was starting to feel better with her there.
"I'm so sorry..." The redhead said between hyperventilating breaths, and she nodded to him.
"You are forgiven. I won't hold it against you, just breathe for me." Sakura cooed gently, and he felt like he could control his eyes again. Sifting through pieces of his body he managed to get his lungs back, and took a deep concentrated breath before letting it out slowly. "Good job, Gaara. Let's do that again."
Gaara continued to breathe like she had asked him to, listening to the sound of her voice as he came back into complete control of his whole body. When he reached up to cover both of his eyes with his hands, they both knew it was all over.
"How are we feeling? Do you need to take more breaths?" He felt two fingers against his jugular, and supposed that he hadn't been hooked up to the electrocardiogram for quite some time so checking his pulse was a given.
"I'm fine. Thank you." He removed his hand to look at her, and as he thought she was all business.
"That probably scared you, huh? It's not the first time I've seen it. A lot of veteran's have this problem, so it's not unusual that a kage like yourself would have them too. I've recently finished up my psychiatric training, I'd like to stay in Suna for a while to monitor your progress-"
"If that means we get to fool around every day, then I have no objections." Gaara tried to relax the still tense atmosphere, but incurred her inner wrath instead.
"There is just no way you became a pervert over night, my god-!"
"It was a joke, Sakura. I'm trying to lighten the mood." The redhead forced his aqua eyes to look away from her. "I know you don't think of me the way I would want you to. You obviously have someone else in mind, and I accept that. I apologize for my crass behavior."
He groaned once more putting his hands over his eyes shamefully, but when he felt her move slightly on his lap he felt his whole body tense.
"Don't presume to know how I feel, Lord Kazekage. Honestly, you are very attractive. You are physically fit, handsome, kind, generous, and a wonderful leader. Add in your bad-boy reputation, and you're just my type." Her fingers tapped away at his sternum, and he felt that she was not done speaking.
"But?" He pressed.
"Buuuuut, you are a village leader, and having sexual relations with 'the girl next door' could have some pretty bad repercussions." When her fingers splayed across his chest he finally lowered his hands to look at her properly. She didnt seem bitter over anything that happened, in fact she seemed... smug. "However, that doesn't mean that I'm not flattered. I respect you a great deal so my ego has been thoroughly stroked today."
"I'm glad I could make you feel so satisfied with yourself." He narrowed his eyes at her, and she snickered at him still enjoying the attention. "So, its not the Uchiha holding you back then?"
"No, he's off doing his own thing, and I'm doing my own thing. I don't really know if he'll come back to our village. I've already waited for him up until this point, and I've missed out on a great deal of wonderful things trying to save them for him. I have given up, and just decided to live for myself for a while. If he comes back, and I'm single, that's cool we can make it work. However, if I want to fool around with someone I'm not going to stop myself either. Living completely for someone else is quite toxic, and damaging." She sighed, and looked bittersweetly out the window, but his curiosity had been piqued.
"Have you done that then?" Gaara asked nonchalantly, and her attention was immediately brought back to him.
"Have I what?" Her brows furrowed.
"Moved on, with someone else?" The redhead looked casually at his fingernails, but when he was swatted playfully on his chest he couldn't help the chuckle that slipped out.
"You know your bedside manner is horrific." As she made a move to get off of his lap after such a long period of time he groaned almost painfully at the blood returning to his abused groin. She stood next to his bed with a mischievous expression. "You might want to take care of that."
"I thought you were supposed to take care of me." He grimaced as he sat up, and shook out his hair to try to get everything up and running again. He heard her scoff, and couldn't contain his smirk.
"Your manipulation tactics won't work on me. Try again." Sakura crossed her arms sternly, and he felt his dark self return for a bit of fun.
"Ah, I see now. You'd prefer to watch me do it instead? I would have never considered you to enjoy voyeurism, but I understand the appeal-"
"Oh give it a rest, Gaara!" She literally stomped her foot, and he had to clamp a hand over his mouth to keep himself from busting out into full laughter. "When I come back later you better have firm grip on your head!"
"I always do." Gaara bit back with a quick wit, and it took her a moment for the gears to turn before she understood where the conversation went. At her shocked face, he began to snicker. "I'll be sure to have a nice firm handle on it when you get back."
"Oh you sneaky... that was clever, but it's not winning you any points, so slow your roll." Before he could retort with something witty she exited the room, and slammed his door to boot. However, she did crack a smile as she was turning which brightened his mood slightly.
He was definitely winning points with her, and she was just sour over losing this new game they had started.
Gaara was glad to be home.
AN: WELP... I like this fix, but sometimes it gets a little fucking WEIRD. This was only a teensy bit weird, I am planning for some full scale strange stuff, but I'm still figuring that all out. I also have more flashbacks planned! However juggling two worlds and one Gaara is kind of tough, but I love it. Currently drawing some inspiration from some psychotic shows I'm watching right now, which is just fueling the crazy flames at this point lol BUT I HOPE YOU ALL ARE ENJOYING IT SO FAR! I know the smut is a lot, and in every. single. fucking. chapter. but I hope you guys still enjoy what I got despite that. Let me know if you have any predictions, hopes, dreams, kinks *wink wink* I got chu boo boo much love!