EeeeEEWW!" Sakura screamed out, forcefully shoving Gaara's weight off of her. "UHG! Get off of me!" She sat up immediately, wiping her mouth roughly with the back of her hand.

Gaara had fallen backwards from Sakura's forceful push, and steadied himself with the palms of his hands down flat on the floor. He stared at her, amused, watching her desperately trying to remove his 'germs' from her mouth, and face. He bit his lip, smiling.

"What are you laughing at?" Sakura snarled, taking only a moment to look at him before returning her hands to her face.

Gaara only laughed more, remaining at a distance from her, just watching her. Watching her make a fool of herself. He noticed how she was still breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she propped herself up against the wall he had pinned her against. Her hair was a complete mess; on his account of course, gripping onto fiercely the second he got the chance. And yet, Sakura couldn't say anything. Nothing at all.

"What's going on?" asked a muffled voice through Gaara's bedroom door, "I heard a scream!"

Gaara's foster mother appeared on the other side of the door, a few short seconds later, he hand ready at her chest for the assumed catastrophe taking place in his room. She looked from Sakura, noticing her untidy-look, wiping her mouth rapidly, and then glanced down at her s on, leaning back on the floor, laughing quietly at the girl in front of him. She couldn't help but wonder what was going on.

"Well, what happened?" she asked again, waving her arm about.

Sakura looked up immediately at Gaara, debating whether to say, 'Your filthy little son just sucked my face!', or something else less dramatic. And Gaara could see it, but a smile still remained curved on his mouth.

"Spider!" Sakura blurted out, bringing the blonde woman's attention to her again. "It- there was a spider..." she said.

Garra's mother put one hand on her hip, and titled her head. "Is that so?" she asked.

Sakura got an evil idea at that point, not taking her eyes off of Gaara, grinning at him. "Yeah- a big one. A big, fat, ugly, hideous, spider. It was terrible."

Gaara rolled his eyes, and looked away from Sakura.

"...And, is it dead?" his mother asked.

Sakura nodded, "Oh yeah- Gaara killed it."

Gaara's mother smiled, and let her slip down to the door handle again, tugging on it slowly. "Ok, well... then if there's no more problems." She opened the door, "Have fun working on that project," she added, stepping behind the door, closing just as it was before she came in.

It fell silent between Gaara and Sakura at that point. But they both stayed in the same position they had been in when Sakura had violently made it that way. Gaara though, wasn't sure of what to do at all; he didn't understand Sakura's sarcasm all the time. He sometimes couldn't even distinguish a difference between her serious remarks, or her sarcastic ones. He looked up at her, only in time enough to see her crawling over the floor, and papers in her way, in his direction.

Sakura brought herself on her knees, and gripped onto Gaara's shirt just above his chest, asking him to get up from the floor. He watched her closely as he managed to get up under her surprisingly, controlling hold on him.

"My turn," she said to him, and unexpectingly pushed Gaara across the room, smashing him into his shuddered, wooden closet doors, causing him a small amount of pain in his back.

Sakura released Gaara's shirt, letting it snap back onto his chest, and placed her hands on his neck, moving her face closer to his. She let her lips first kiss just underneath his chin on his neck, and travel slowly up to his chin over his admiringly smooth skin, getting closer, and closer each time to his lips as he trembled with excitement.

Gaara didn't know what to think about as Sakura gently sucked along his jawline, not leaving one inch of skin untouched where he seemed, or appeared, to like it the most. All he could do, was bite his lip, and stop himself from emitting any sorts of sound his little brother would immediately detect; he knew Kankuro would be not far from his room at all times.

Sakura on the other hand, had many thoughts traveling throught her mind- she had no idea what she was doing. She just did whatever felt good when she did it, and got a good response back from Gaara. All she wanted was him, and she wanted him now.

But by the time Sakura had spent almost a full sixty seconds only inches from Gaara's mouth, he had had enough of the teasing, and gripped hold of her as she had him, and pulled her face up from his neck, kissing her heatedly, all the while deciding she had had enough of the control, pushing her backwards. No way would a girl have control over him.

Gaara slid his hands down to Sakura's waist, reminding her to keep moving backwards, giving her gently nudges every time she stopped, and gripped onto his hair, tugging at it to remind him that she wanted him.

But Gaara didn't need a reminder.

He knew.

After a few steps, Sakura's foot crunched over top of an object on the floor, and she nearly fell backwards, taking Gaara with her. But luckily, Gaara thought quickly, and wrapped his arms around her waist, to stop her from a fall that would cause more ruckus for Kankuro, or his parents and the guests downstairs to hear, which he just couldn't have right now.

"Mm, Gaara," Sakura begged, tugging on his shirt, knowing fully well the bottom of the bunk was closely behind her, and she wanted nothing more than for Gaara to push her just one more step so she could fall back onto it with him.

But little did she know those were exactly Gaara's intentions; hence why he gradually aimed her in that direction, keeping her waist at hand. And as Gaara pushed her over, landing on top of her, both of them had completely forgotten the bedroom door was not closed, and anyone could walk in if they wished. But neither of them paid any mind.

Gaara simply found himself drowning in all the kisses he began to deliver to Sakura's neck, stopping in certain spots along the way to suck there briefly, leaving a mark, achieving a soft, and quiet moan from the girl beneath him. But doing so gave him urges, and more intense urges for something different every time he went a little farther with his actions. He slowly moved back up Sakura's neck, covering her mouth with his, kissing her slowly, nervously easing his tongue onto her bottom lip, her arms shaking, barely holding him up above her.

Sakura felt his tongue curiously slide over her bottom lip, and felt her stomach turn; over and over. How will this work... what do I do? Sakura was no more nervous than Gaara, and didn't know what else to do, other than to just do it back, and go from there, which led their tongue's into one another's mouths, changing back and forth between the two, caressing the other's at a slow pace.

Gaara's chest suddenly pressed against Sakura's, his arms no longer able to hold him up, and he sighed, shuddered at the sudden close contact, breaking himself away from her, and continuing his attack along her neck, and downwards.

All Sakura could do to keep herself quiet was to roll her head back, close her eye's tightly, and grip into his bed sheets that had long gone astray from the mattress, some flowing over the bed, and onto the floor beneath them. She bit her lip, to the point at where she almost drew blood, and had to let up.

And at that moment, Gaara hit a spot along Sakura's neck that made her squirm; Gaara smiled, and she clenched her teeth as he continued to suck more roughly, and nip at the spot, drawing a red circle beneath the skin. Sakura blindly reached her hands to Gaara's head, slipping her fingers through his hair, demanding he not stop, as she moaned aloud, panting, and begging for more of his touch.

Gaara took that as his cue, and reached his hand slowly up Sakura's ribs, sending a shiver up her spine, sliding his hand underneath her shirt. Just as he had reached his destination, and before Sakura could cry out his name, he heard something off; his door creaked, but just in the slightest.

He lifted his head, and saw his brother had tripped, but remained at his spot on the floor, peeking through the small crack in the doorway.

"Don't you dare," Gaara warned, speaking through another strand of hair falling into his face.

Kankuro giggled menacingly, and shot up from the floor, his feet pounding down the hall.

"Mom!" Kankuro called loudly, "Gaara is doing bad things with that girl in his room!"