ALRIGHT GUYS. There are parts of this chapter that I'm a bit iffy about when it comes to the rating. Now I don't think that it should be rated anything higher then T but if any of you do then just tell me and I will change it. I have seen things on here that are worse then this and are still rated T, and I would have probably skipped over this chapter completely if it hadn't been that the story didn't flow nearly as well as it did with it.
So if any of you have issues, just tell me and I'll just up the rating. But don't worry, there's nothing really graphic at all. Nothing that you wouldn't see in a PG rated movie now a days.
Anyways, you know the drill by now: I don't own Naruto or it's characters. Please ignore any mistakes and I hope that you enjoy the story. Review if you want, I like to read anything that's sent to me. Good or bad. :)
I was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling when Gaara stomped into the room, slamming the door behind him. I looked at him as he placed the still trembling Butterball next to me and threw off his Kazekage robes.
''I need a shower.''
I nodded and pulled Butterball closer to me, petting him gently.
He made a whining noise and curled closer to me.
''Poor Butterball.''
I heard the water turn on and wondered what had made Gaara so angry.
I shrugged, knowing that he would tell me when he got out of the shower.
I closed my eyes and let my mind wander, the sound of running water a relaxing background sound.
After a few minutes, I heard the water turn off and a second later, Gaara came out of the bathroom a towel wrapped around his waist.
I raised an eyebrow at him and he tossed the black bag he had taken to the bathroom on the bed beside me. I looked at the bag and began to laugh.
Gaara had taken my bag, thinking that it was his. He now shot a glare at me and began to rifle through his own bag, looking for clothes.
''It's not funny, Ria.''
I shook my head, still giggling. ''Yes, it is. And I think that you would have been cute wearing some of my clothes.''
He growled and walked back to the bathroom, slaming the door behind him. I laughed for a second later, before closing my eyes. A moment later I felt arms wrapping around me and Gaara sighed softly.
''The Hokage confronted me before I was able to leave the arena. She was angry that Butterball had interrupted the wedding. She said that I needed to control my pets if I was going to bring them to Kanoha.''
He began petting the top of Butterball's head as he continued speaking.
''I found Temari after the Hokage finished yelling and asked her why the panda had been allowed to run around by himself and she said that the wedding was taking to long and she wanted to speed things up.''
I frowned and he tightened his arm. ''I'm not sure that I want Temari to keep Butterball anymore without one of us nearby. He could have been hurt. He hasn't stopped shaking since I transported him from the arena.''
I nodded and felt the panda tremble again. ''I don't understand why she would put him through that, she loves Butterball.''
Gaara shook his head and shrugged. ''I don't think that she realized just how scared it would make Butterball to be alone. She probably just thought that it would be a good joke.''
I sighed and frowned.
''It was still mean.''
He nodded and nuzzled into the back of my neck.
''Did you want to go to the party today?''
I shrugged. ''I told Naruto that I would. He said that he has this 'big surprise' to show us.''
I felt Gaara frown against my neck before nodding.
''I guess we better go then.''
I sighed, and sat up, stretching lightly. ''Yeah. I think we should take a nap afterward though.''
Gaara smiled and nodded as he sat up. ''I agree. I'd rather we not go to the party, but I know that Naruto will come looking for you.''
I nodded and kissed him quickly before grabbing Butterball and standing up.
''Well, let's go then. Can't keep everybody waiting.''
He rolled his eyes and after crawling off the bed, let me lead him towards the noisy living room.
As we entered the room, Naruto jumped up and ran towards us, holding up a glass bottle.
''See what I brought?''
I frowned and took a closer look before I slammed my hand to my forehead.
''You're surprise is ALCOHOL?''
He nodded and took a deep drink from the bottle.
''Yap.''
I groaned and Gaara sighed before taking my hand, leading us further into the room, towards the other people.
Temari and Shikamaru were absent, along with Mona and Sai. But Lee was there, along with a blond haired girl who was sitting next to a boy with wild looking brown hair, a dog in his lap. All of them were drinking from the bottles that Naruto had brought.
Lee wasn't even halfway through the drink when he made a whooping noise and began to dance on a coffee table.
I glanced at Misa and she looked back at me with wide eyes. She had stuck with water, and forced Kankuro to stay away from the alcohol, either drinking punch or water.
Gaara was drinking his fourth glass of punch and I noticed that his eyes were glazing over, his face flushed.
I frowned and touched his cheek gently feeling the heat there.
''Gaara, honey are you alright?''
He glanced at me and it looked like it was hard for him to focus. He blinked hard and shook his head.
I took the cup from his lax fingers and after sniffing at the contents, took a hesitant sip. I wrinkled my nose as a slight hint of alcohol hit me and I shot a glare at a sloppily grinning Naruto.
He had spiked the punch.
I sighed and grabbed Misa's attention.
''The punch has alcohol in it.''
Her eyes widened and she glanced at Kankuro, who's eyes were drooping and quickly took the cup from him.
I looked around the room and saw that everyone was a little tipsy, if not completely drunk. I shrugged, knowing that we wouldn't be missed and grabbed Gaara's hand, pulling him up.
I turned to Misa, wrapping a steady arm around Gaara and he leaned on me heavily. ''I'm taking Gaara to sleep this off.''
She nodded and grabbed Kankuro's hand.
''I'll take Kankuro to our room in a minute.''
I nodded and led Gaara out of the room and into the hallway. He swayed slightly and I noticed when we stood that his eyes became even more glassy.
We finally got to the room and I was able to push Gaara through the door, without causing him to fall. I closed the door as he threw off his outer robes and gasped as I was suddenly pinned to the door. I looked up at him, startled and found a gold tint in his hazy eyes.
He gave me a lopsided smile as he pressed closer to me, his hands clenching at my hips. I had raised my hands automatically, when he pushed me to the door and I now found that they were trapped between our bodies.
I frowned up at him, but gasped a moment later as his mouth crashed to mine, his lips moving hard against mine. I tasted alcohol and tried to pull away. He growled as I finally broke the kiss and my voice was breathless as I tried to reason with him.
''Gaara, you're drunk. You need to lay down and sleep.''
He smirked and answered with slurred words.
''Are you going to lay down with me?''
I blinked at him owlishly and shook my head, feeling his hands running across my back softly.
''I don't think that that's a good idea right now.''
He paused for a moment before his hands at my back pressed my chest into his tightly and his smirk turned evil.
''Oh, I think you will. I don't feel like being told no right now.''
I swallowed hard at his words and shook my head. This was not turning out well.
He took a step backwards, not releasing his hold on me and I was forced to move with him. I opened my mouth, preparing to reason with him when he crashed his lips to mine again.
I felt one of his hands slide up my back to my neck, and felt a slight pressure there before I felt my dress dip slightly.
I made a startled noise against his mouth and he pushed me to arms distance, letting the top of the dress fall down completely.
I squeaked and tried to bring the cloth back over me, only to have Gaara growl and pin my hands to my sides. His eyes raked over my exposed skin and I yelped as he turned me quickly and threw me onto the bed. I moved my arms, only to have my wrists captured by sand and pinned above my head.
I glared up at Gaara and found that he had stripped from his clothes and stood in his boxers.
I blinked quickly and shook my head, gasping as he lowered himself on top of me.
I saw that his eyes had more gold in them then they did before and wriggled, trying to get him to hear my words.
''Gaara. You need to stop this. You don't even know what you're DOING right now. LISTEN TO ME!''
He locked his gaze with mine, his eyes serious as he contemplate my words. A moment later however he smirked.
''You like what I'm doing to you. And you know that you do. Why don't you just give up and enjoy it?''
He ran his hand up my leg, bringing my skirt with it and I gasped at the contact of skin.
''B...Because you're drunk! I don't want to do this when you're drunk.''
He shook his head and his smile softened slightly.
''Relax, Love. I won't hurt you.''
I shook my head and he laid a hand on my cheek, pressing his lips to mine, this time with less force.
He pressed his body tightly to mine and I was tempted to just give in to him. But when he deepened the kiss I got another taste of alcohol and growled softly. When I got my hands on that blond kitsune, I was going to slap those whisker marks off of his face.
I felt Gaara's hand grip my knee and hitch it over his hip, pressing our bodies closer together.
I forced down a surprised whimper, wishing that I was in my jeans. I had liked the dress in the beginning but now I thought that it was too reveling. And too easily accessible.
I began to wriggle again, not wanting to hurt Gaara but trying to get his attention. He growled and removed his mouth from mine to attack my neck. His hands began to slide over the revealed skin and I bit my lip hard, trying to concentrate on my words and not what he was making me feel.
''Gaara, you're drunk. Now is not the time for this. You need to stop now. You aren't thinking clearly.''
He paused against my neck, listening as I spoke and now he pulled away to stare at me. His eyes were almost completely golden now and his cannins had elongated to fangs. He spoke and I forced down a shudder as a deeper, growling voice came from his lips.
''Why are you fighting me about this so much? I KNOW you want this. Now is perfect. We're together and don't have to worry about someone bursting into the room and yelling at us. I don't want to stop and I'm not pushing YOU, because I don't HAVE too.''
He growled suddenly. ''Now stop distracting me or I'll gag you. And I would rather not do that since I like to hear your voice.''
My eyes widened at that statement, not just because of the words but because of the voice that said it. It wasn't Gaara that spoke that time. Shukaku was trying to push his way to the surface and had succeeded in that moment.
I watched him carefully, making sure that Shukaku wasn't going to take over completely, or force Gaara's dulled brain into thinking he needed to do something violent.
I sighed in relief after a moment, realizing that Gaara still had enough control to keep Shukaku locked away and that the gold in his eyes was fading slightly.
I bit back a gasp as he bit harshly at my skin, leaving marks. I was refusing to give any indication that I liked what he was doing and so kept a tight grip on the sheets above my head.
After a moment I noticed that his movements were becoming sluggish and he was resting his head on my shoulder, nuzzling my chest lightly.
His hand was moving slowly over my side and I tugged my hands from the softening sand. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and stroked his hair gently.
He sighed and his hand came to rest against my ribs, his breathing evening out quickly.
I let out a relieved sigh and tugged at the covers, wanting them over me.
Gaara shifted suddenly and I froze, not wanting him to wake up and finish what he had started. I waited until I heard his breath steady again and finished pulling the covers over us.
His breath was warm across my skin and his body heat was seeping into me, making me sleepy.
I wasn't that worried about what he would do when he woke up, knowing that he would probably just be embarrassed about what had happened.
I heard someone elses breathing in the room and shifted my eyes to find Butterball sleeping on Gaara's discarded clothes.
I smiled and closed my eyes, wondering if the alcohol would make Gaara sleep longer then he normally did.
I listened to the steady breathing that surrounded me and let it lull me to sleep.
