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11— A Brief Romance

Sakura and Hinata were walking together, whispering about what had been going on during their brief separation. Gaara and Naruto were following behind them, their eyes on their respective dates. Naruto nudged Gaara and smirked when the red head looked at him. Gaara blushed lightly but gave a small smirk back. They started talking quietly to each other.

"You think she could be the one for you?" Naruto asked his red headed friend. Both had been through rough childhoods and it was only natural they wanted to protect each other. Gaara understood and looked at Sakura's back. She seemed happier, more carefree when he was around. And if he was truthful he thought about her all the time and he missed her when she was gone and he felt happy when they were together. He nodded hesitantly.

"I think she could be. She makes me happy, Naruto." His words, while softly spoken, had the effect of a sucker punch to the gut. Naruto's eyes widened in shock. Gaara had never admitted that someone made him feel happy. Naruto nodded and regarded Hinata as the two girls huddled together, giggling and talking. He gave a goofy grin.

"I think I'm in love." He admitted and chuckled when Gaara grinned at him. They were just too funny. One had trust issues, the other mommy issues and both were in love with girls way out of their league…but said girls seemed very happy with them.

When they arrived at Kiba's house, they noticed two things at once: Kiba's house was larger than they'd expected, and there was music coming from inside. They all made their way to the door and knocked. Ino answered the door and smiled, pulling her friends inside while Kiba welcomed Gaara and Naruto. All four newcomers were surprised by the sight inside. There were couples dirty dancing, making out, and all but having sex out in the open.

"Welcome to my humble abode." Kiba chuckled at the surprised looks on Gaara and Naruto's faces. The two boys looked around and noticed that Tenten and Neji were grinding against each other with the best of them. As were Gaara's sister and her boyfriend. Gaara's eyes narrowed and he was about to go over to them, but he heard Sakura squeak. He looked over and noticed several guys from school crowding around her, red plastic cups in hand. They were asking her to dance with them.

Gaara growled and went over to Sakura, his mere presence sending the stag males away. He looked over at Naruto, who rushed to Hinata's side so that the single guys didn't get any ideas. Gaara looked down at Sakura, who smiled thankfully up at him. He smiled back down at her and leaned down slightly to kiss her. She responded in the most delicious manner and he found himself wrapped up in the haze that was his love for Sakura.

He wrapped his arms around her and they started swaying to the music once more. Several catcalls were made in their direction, but neither paid any mind to that. They were too engrossed in each other. Light kisses were exchanged every so often, which soon turned into a more powerful make out session. Things on the dance floor were getting wilder and they were bumped by a couple that were humping and grinding one another. Sakura blushed in embarrassment.

She looked up at Gaara, her eyes glazed with passion. Gaara growled low in his throat. He wanted some alone time with her. Not caring what others would think, he turned and started pulling her towards another part of the house; one less packed with people where they could kiss and whisper and not be interrupted. They made it to Kiba's game room, which had several couches, a futon and beanbags. After pulling her inside, Gaara turned and locked the door.

When he turned back to her, he noticed her breathing heavily and staring at him like he was the only one in the world in her eyes. He groaned and went to her, his hands gently yet urgently cupping her cheeks and pulling her face to his, kissing her passionately. She responded by putting her hands on his waist, unsure about herself. However, the longer he kissed her, the more comfortable she became. Soon, her hands were on his chest, rubbing as she made small whimpers and moans. She reached up and helped him remove his jacket, pushing it to the floor without thought.

His tie followed soon after, being ripped from around his neck impatiently before his hands went back to holding her. He pulled away slightly to look into her eyes. She was looking up at him in wonder and he nodded, giving her permission to do what it was she so obviously wanted. He watched her blush slightly as her fingers eagerly went to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them quickly as her hands shook. When his shirt was fully unbuttoned, he watched her eyes roam his naked chest and torso.

He moaned when her hands ran over his chest, their touch light and feathery. Gaara had never understood the poems his foster mother had read that described things such as this, but now he understood just how erotic such acts could be and he found a new respect for her poetry. It really did feel like heaven to have her hands on him, touching him so tenderly; so gently and so hungrily. He leaned down and took her lips in a scorching kiss, his hands on her shoulders, slipping the straps of her dress over each shoulder gently, so as not to frighten her.

He noticed her gasp before pulling away to look up at him. He stared down at her, waiting for her to decide what she wanted to do. If she wasn't ready for this, he'd calm himself and they'd resume making out, but he'd watch where his hands went. He was surprised, and delighted, when she blushed heavily and led his hand to the zipper on the back of her dress. He moaned and kissed her passionately once more, his fingers slowly and gently pulling the zipper down to expose more of her soft skin to him. When he ran his hands over the expanse of her bare back, his breathing hitched as he realized she wasn't wearing a bra.

He looked down at her with hazy eyes and a thought crossed his mind: she didn't stuff her bra like some people suggested she did. She was fifteen and already she had a decently sized chest. He licked his lips, slightly nervous and a whole lot of aroused. He leaned down and took her mouth in another kiss, this one gentle…reassuring. She sighed and allowed him to lead her over to the futon.

She vaguely worried that if she did this, they would be discovered when Hinata and the others came looking for her to go home. However, she remembered the look in Hiashi's face when he'd said they were allowed to stay out late, but only if they called and allowed him to know where they'd be staying. She was sure that with Neji and Tenten being here, the older couple had already let the Hyuuga patriarch know where they were. No doubt they'd be looking for an empty room in which to spend the night together.

Sakura gasped in surprise when she felt Gaara's lips on the swell of her breast. Her arms clenched around him in shock and arousal. It felt so good. She shivered as the slinky material of her dress suddenly slid from her form, baring her for Gaara to see. She stood there as he pulled back to stare at her. She was shivering slightly, both from nerves and the slight chill. It wasn't long before he engulfed her in his arms, murmuring to her about how beautiful she was and how much he loved her.

It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever witnessed in her life as he slid his hands over her body while he knelt in front of her. He removed her golden high-heels as he worshipped her body. He nuzzled her stomach and she found herself tunneling her fingers into his crimson locks. He groaned and she gasped when she felt his tongue on her hip. He nipped her and she made a quiet squeak of surprise. She could feel his intense gaze on her as he gently guided her onto the futon.

He laid his body over hers and they both gasped at how good it felt. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders as they resumed kissing and he threw it across the room as he ran his hands up and down her sides. His pants quickly joined his shirt, as did his shoes and socks, until they were both only left in their undergarments. Her breathing was erratic, heavy with anticipation and slight fear. Once she did this, there was no going back. She looked up into Gaara's eyes and she felt peace washing over her. This was what she wanted…he was who she wanted.

With a boldness she'd never felt before, she reached up and kissed him, surprising him slightly with the passion behind it. He moaned and reached to the back of the futon and pulled a blanket down over them to protect them from the cold and any intruders who were persistent enough to pick the lock. He shifted until he pulled his hand from under the cover and she noticed her sedate pink panties in his hand. He arched a brow and she giggled slightly, but that stopped when she felt him shifting and then she felt his heat against her. He pulled his boxers out from under the blanket and reality hit her…there was nothing separating them any longer…nothing.

She closed her eyes on a moan and gasped when she felt him rocking against her. She could feel her brain trying to assess the situation, but hormones overloaded her brain, short-circuiting it. He leaned down and whispered to her and she nodded, her eyes glazed with passion. The last thing she coherently remembered was him whispering he loved her before he was suddenly inside her.