Gaara headed back to his office. Leaning back in his desk chair he tried to focus. Work. Focus on work. He had papers piled up thag he needed to finish. He kept trying to repeat this to himself.

Flashes of the pink haired kunoichi flashed in his mind. No longer a girl, but a woman had stood in front of him. He didn't remember her being this fierce. His fingers twitched. Her pink hair was so soft.

When he had looked up from his desk to find a curvaceous petite woman in his office his mind had frozen. Her emerald eyes enticing and she stared at him. Her creamy skin looked too undiscovered. What he could do with that territory. Ravishing was in his nature. He licked his lips. He had scanned her over so quickly he knew exactly where her weak spots were. Why did she have to wear black tight shorts underneath her dress?

Dismissing Temari only made it worse. He couldn't resist the urge to touch her. He touched her hair and he wanted her. He wanted her squirming beneath him. He wanted her bending over his desk. Sliding into her wet folds and taking her right there is his office. He could almost taste her blood in his mouth from biting her shoulder as each stroke he hit deeper and deeper. Her walls tightly gripping him. Would she moan or scream? This has made him frown. What in the world was wrong with him?

Sakura must have sensed something because she had taken a step back.

Why had she asked about his room? To assassinate him? No. He leaned onto his desk with his elbows resting his chin on his hand. He had to get those unreal ideals out of his mind.

His father had ingrained this fear in him. This fear to always be cautious. Though this was Naruto's old teammate. This was different. Naruto would never send an assassin to kill him and neither would the Hokage.

Peaches. He could smell peaches. Eyes drifting around the room he couldn't find the source of the smell until glancing at the hand he had touched her with. She smelled like peached...he growled with desire.

His pants tightened. A slow throb ripped through his abdomen. He wanted something, something pink.

A light yelp ripped through the hallways. Just loud enough for Gaara to be on his feet. His guest was in trouble. Gaara called his sand to transport him to the leaf ninja's room.

The room materialized in front of him with it a naked kunoichi.