"Dammit... It's Temari," Gaara grumbled "WHAT?!"

"Where are you?!" She called

"In my room!" He paused to hiccup "I don't want to be bothered!"

I heard her groan about something, but I couldn't tell what. He turned his attention back to me.

"Where were we?" He asked

"Huh?"

He let his hands lazily trace the outline of my torso. I held back a moan.

"Gaara.. you're just drunk... stop it,"

"No... I want to touch you,"

I desperately tried to think of ways to get out of this situation, but my brain wasn't working fast enough, it was flooded with sake.

"Um... lets go take that bath you were talking about earlier!" I finally drudged up

"What? Now?"

"Yes!" I pressed, grabbing his arm.

We were a pitiful site as we stumbled through the hallway, giggling at nearly every mistake we made. His hands were all over me as we tried to help eachother walk...and I was loving it.

We staggered to a corner of the second floor that I'd never noticed. I followed him up a grand staircase that appeared to look like white marble, even though I know the whole place is made of sand, they've done a hell of a good job copying materials.

Sure enough, he hadn't lied. There really was a bath house on this third floor. There was a post where I suppose an attendant would usually be. Gaara walked behind it an grabbed 2 fluffy red towels.

"Here," He said as he handed me one "I'll be on this side, you can go to that side,"

I nodded and practically dashed to the left, longing to check this place out from top to bottom. It was something else, a simple-luxury type of bath house. Tall marble columns placed evenly throughout the room, and a row of eggshell colored closets on the back wall. The front wall was made almost entirely out of glass, which on any other day would probably provide gorgeous natural lighting, only today, not so much. The ground was covered with a soft, mossy, grasslike material with stepping stones to lead you to the bath. The bath itself looked like a large pond with a waterfall faucet. There were 6 stone shower heads on the left side, with plenty of spa chairs. But right in the center was a poor excuse for a divider between a male and female side. A tall piece of frosted glass. Wow. You could *almost* see straight through it. I mean, the image on the other side was distorted, but if you looked long enough, you could pretty much tell exactly what you were looking at. Oh, dear god. I could see Gaara's naked figure getting into the bath. I couldn't stop staring... or blushing for that matter. I could see how lean and muscular his torso was. My neck began to feel hot, and a lazy butterfly began to flap around in my stomach... plus I felt some sensations in an area beyond that. This was all heightened because I was fucking drunk.

Frightened by this, I tore all of my clothes off, put my hair into a knot ontop of my head, and got into the bath as quickly as I could for fear that he would oggle me just as I did him. The steamy water enveloped my whole being, and it felt as if all of my problems were being washed away. I leaned my head back and watched the steam swirl up and dissapear.

Gaara did manage to catch a quick glimpse of Mei's body. Damn, the sake was really getting to him. He could see how her body curved, breasts and hips, as it slipped into the water. Some part of him suddenly longed to touch her skin...

"Hows the water?" He asked

"Fantastic," I sighed "Thanks for bringing me up here,"

"You're welcome."

As the water settled me into a state of calm, my mind began to drift to the young man on the opposite side of the glass. I couldn't stop fantasizing about what his body looked like. I was beginning to crave him... And it was terrifying. I've lusted over guys before, but never really one that was within my reach.

Gaara was writhing. His groin was beginning to throb due to the warmth of the water, as well as the memory of Mei's intoxicating scent and the softness of her body. Now that he knew what she was shaped like, it was teasing the hell out of him. He'd never felt this way at all, ever. He couldn't help but let his fingertips brush over the head of his now engorged length. He held back a moan. These emotions now had a person attatched to them. A real live person, not a picture in some nudie magazine he'd found in Kankuro's room. It was a girl, the first girl he'd gotten to know in his entire life. He tried desperately to relax, deciding to focus on the scene of the violent sandstorm outside of the window, but his vision was hazy, and blurred.

"D-do these storms last all day?" I asked

"Depends. Sometimes its only a few hours..."

"They get pretty intense, don't they?"

"Yes..." Gaara replied weakly

Fuck, I wonder if he can feel the tension behind these questions. I decided not to talk anymore. I knew that if he spoke to me in that alluring voice of his, it would send me over the edge.

About 20 minutes later, I stepped out of the bath, expecting to feel a bit less intoxicated. I did, but it wasn't enough. I got out of the bath slowly, deliberately. Not speaking for 20 minutes didn't help at all. Infact, it may have made things worse. The tension in the air was almost as thick as the steam. I stepped out slowly because some part of me wanted him to look. I wanted to tease him. Fuck... whats come over me?

Gaara thought he had come to his senses until he saw her figure through the glass again. What the hell was she doing? Moving so slow... She made her way over to the closets. He watched her every move as she lazily dried herself with the red towel he'd given her. He definitely couldn't get out of the water now, as his excitement had become obvious once again.

I grabbed a robe from the closet and wrapped it around myself.

"I'll see you downstairs!" I called out

"Alright..."