A/N: Hey everyone! You have no idea of how happy I've been with the response I received for this fic… I didn't think I would get so much positive feedback! YAY! A HUGE thanks goes out to all my reviewers! It means a lot to me.

I decided to make this fic a 3 chapter story. The 1st chapter, as you clearly saw, was written from Gaara's perspective of things, so in this one, its Sakura's turn. A warning might be called for here, since the next and last chapter will most probably be rated M… so don't say I didn't warn you! Wink!

So here it is… please enjoy:D

Sakura wasn't sure what exactly made her do it… she wasn't sure what insane impulse had driven her to such extents. It would have been easy to blame it all on Temari, who had been willingly given her dancing lessons for weeks, telling her she was a natural. It would have been easy to blame it on the cheerful atmosphere of the festival, where all formality could be set aside for a few days of the year. Hell, she could have easily blamed Tsunade-sensei for sending her on this mission…

But the truth was she could only blame herself.

Haruno Sakura had decided to seduce the Kazekage and she was relishing in it.

Despite all this, the decision hadn't come easily. It had taken a quiet a bit of pondering and calculation. When Temari had approached her, asking her if she wanted to participate in Suna's annual celebrations, Sakura had accepted without any hesitation… no thoughts of a certain red head leader had even crossed her mind. But as the days passed, her perspective had started to shift.

It had all started with the subtle chakra changes…

Being a medic nin, Sakura was well trained in the art of chakra reading. Skilled medics could read the symptoms of their patients by tuning in to their chakra flow. Large amounts of chakra would concentrate on wounds or if the person suffered from a disease, the energy would focus on the affected organs. Chakra was also a clear indicator of the person's mood; if they were under a lot of stress, the flow would take a specific pattern; if the person was happy, angry or sad, it would flow in different ways for each emotion. The skill was actually a blessing for dealing with emotionally unstable people, since you were tuned in to their mood changes before they even knew it. And on this particular mission, its value had been priceless when dealing with none other than Sabaku no Gaara.

Even though he had greatly improved, calling Gaara unstable could still be considered an understatement.

She had been surprised when she started noticing how his chakra would shift to a content mood whenever she happened to be a in the vicinity. Thinking it was coincidence at first, Sakura was astonished with her findings when she happened to walk into his office after he had just had a heated argument with a council member. Gaara's chakra swirled in anger, charging up the entire room. He was too absorbed in his wrath and the reports he was reading to notice her presence as she stood by the doorway. Thinking she should give him the message she was sent to deliver as quickly as possible and make a fast escape, she braced herself and stepped inside. The flow of his chakra changed completely when he looked up and saw who it was.

Standing there, staring at him unbelievingly, Sakura saw how his flow changed from all-consuming anger to surprise to contentedly at ease in a matter of 4.5 seconds. Of course, the sour look in his eyes and the expression of his face didn't betray even the slightest change in his mood. Only a professional medic who happened to be concentrating on his chakra in that particular moment would ever be able to discern the difference.

This experience only prompted her to tune in to his chakra more and more… and what she found astonished her. To say she had a direct effect on his moods and disposition wouldn't even come close. Whenever she walked into the room, his flow would become erratic for a few moments before it stabilized. To say he was behaving nicely towards her didn't cut it either. This was Gaara… he was never nice to anyone. But judging by his standards, she was receiving special treatment. And other people didn't fail to notice. Soon, all kinds of shinobi started approaching her, from the highest ranking officials to the lowest genin, asking her to deliver 'unpleasant' messages for them. Not wanting to abuse her growing, albeit uncertain, relationship with the Kazekage, she had given all of them a verbal lashing worthy of her sensei.

But when it came to dealing with Gaara, it was a completely different story. Sakura found that she was smiling at him more often than not after she made her discoveries. She found she was seeking his presence a lot more than what she used to and she made a point of greeting him in the mornings every day. Knowing that if any skilled medic happened to accidentally focus on her chakra while she was in the red head's presence, she knew they would have found a similarity in both their chakra flows when they were together.

The truth was Sakura was getting butterflies in her stomach whenever he happened to be nearby.

It was a strange feeling at first, especially when she thought about who Gaara really was. He had tried to kill her once, for crying out loud! How could she ever harbour such feelings for him after all the deaths and sufferings he had caused? But no matter how much she rationally thought things over, all her objections were dissolved the minute she caught a glimpse of him.

Having heard about his history from Naruto, Sakura was aware of all the abuse Gaara had suffered during his childhood. Being the professional medic she was, she understood why he turned out to be the unstable person he was and she was also aware of the great effort he put into trying to be as 'normal' as he could. He wanted to be considered a human being and was trying extremely hard to do so… even though he failed miserably most of the time.

So, she visited the Kazekage as often as she could and stayed up talking with him until well into the night, offering him her friendship without reservation. Secretly, she had come to crave his presence and whenever she was with him, she would relish in the way his chakra flowed harmoniously in response to her.

But the changes in his reactions didn't stop there and they became anything but subtle. Sakura started sensing a different kind of chakra flow from Gaara and it only occurred when they happened to be alone together. It was much more intense than anything else she had felt from him. She could also sense a small amount of irritation mixed with this new emotion, as if the Kazekage was reluctant to feel the way he did. Perplexed as to what this might mean, Sakura did what she always did when in doubt: she turned to books.

The Sunagakure library was large enough to echo the shriek of surprise which escaped her lips when she found the answer to what she was looking for. The large bold letters appeared clearly next to a chart of different chakra flows: physical attraction.

After the initial shock had passed, Sakura couldn't help but dissolve into a fit of nervous laughter. How could this be happening? To her? It seemed Sabaku no Gaara was more human than anyone thought. Folding her hands under her chin, Sakura smiled wickedly, a plan of action forming clearly in her mind. The circumstances merited for a complete and thorough counterattack. They would see if the Kazekage was willing to act on his urges. Oh, how she was going to love to exploit his weakness.

Thus, she found herself on stage, dressed scantily in silky smooth garments, dancing seductively for the pleasure of one of the most dangerous shinobi in the world.

The look of complete surprise he initially gave her was worth the whole ordeal.

The wrath which followed had her hesitating for a moment, but as she continued to dance for him, she clearly saw his chakra fall into a very familiar pattern. Even Sabaku no Gaara wasn't immune to the effect of hormones.

The challenge in his eyes sent a chill of anticipation up her spine, making her whole body tingle. Losing herself in the dance, she came closer and closer to where he was sitting, intent on giving a closer look of what she was offering.

You can look but you can't touch… yet.

She could see his eyes roaming freely over body, taking in every detail. Knowing very well that he was probably undressing her in his mind, she smiled wickedly, encouraging him to keep thinking along those lines. The fact that she had his whole rapt attention made her feel nothing less than exhilarated.

By the time his sand made its way towards her and started caressing her, Sakura knew she had won. However, she hadn't been counting on the effect the whole scenario was having on her! The rough touch of the sand made her skin quiver with delight. When the coarse grains made their way up her neck, she sucked the air between her teeth. The feeling was so utterly erotic she thought she would lose all control over what she was doing. Luckily, all her medic training kicked in, reminding her of the ever present need to be in command of any given situation and she managed to continue dancing.

Letting herself be pushed by the tendrils of sand wasn't difficult, especially since she was planning on going in that direction anyway. As she drew nearer, she could clearly smell his clean aroma. In the morning, when she would go by his office to greet him, he would smell of fresh sandalwood. The smell was so penetrating she would sometimes step into his study just to breathe in his fragrance. Now, his scent was so near it was intoxicating her brain, muddled as it already was. She wondered what it would be like to drown in that heady scent while being held in his embrace. She wanted so bad to hold him, to bury her face in his neck, ravishing him with kisses.

As her thoughts turned to kissing, her gaze automatically fell on his lips. Oh how she would like to kiss that smug grin off his face! Sakura was practically dancing on top of him now, meeting the longing in his eyes with equal intensity. They both wanted each other… badly. In that moment, nothing else existed in their world but their unleashed and exhilarating desire.

In the same exact second Sakura saw Gaara's hands reaching out for her, the real world came tumbling down on her. She heard the music reaching its intense finale, letting her know that her performance was about to end. Jumping back with grace acquired only by years of shinobi training, she slid away from the Kazekage's needy grasp. Landing with an elegant spin, she kneeled in front of him just as the music came to a complete stop.

Breathing heavily, she didn't dare look up at him immediately. Temari had told her she needed to wait until her audience-of-one approved or rejected her performance, as was tradition with the belly dance. Judging from his reactions, she was more than certain that Gaara had enjoyed her performance immensely. But Sakura experienced some serious doubt for a moment, since no sound was coming from the red head's direction. What if he decided to deny everything that had just happened? What if he wanted to pretend nothing had been going on between them during her dance? What if he rejected her performance?

A long breath of relief escaped her lips when she heard clapping and she looked up to see him smiling her way. Once more, she was reminded of the victory she had won here today and Sakura couldn't help but feel a bit of pride for what she had achieved. It wasn't everyday that you saw Sabaku no Gaara overcome with passion.

For a moment there, Haruno Sakura had gotten on the Kazekage's nerves… and in a very pleasant way.

Getting in line behind the other dancers as they shuffled off the stage, she couldn't help resisting the urge to look back at him. The look he through her way made her feel equal parts trepidation and excitement, as he let her know clearly that he would come to find her later.

As she entered the dressing room with the other girls, the immensity of what she had done hit her like a splash of cold water. During the planning of her little 'mission', Sakura had laid out the consequences of her acts clearly. Carefully calculating the different type of reactions Gaara might have, she had come to the conclusion that the most probable one would be anger. He would fume over her outrageous stupidity for a few days, his respect for her somewhat diminished. If this didn't happen, then the next probable reaction would be for him to show some interest, which he had done, but he would never openly admit it and things would continue as normal. The last possible reaction on her list was the one were Gaara showed just a bit too much interest and proceeded to rip her clothes off and to ravish her senseless.

Going over the recent events with excruciating detail, Sakura came to the inevitable conclusion that the last reaction was the one she had actually caused.

Holy shit!

Laughing anxiously at her predicament, she reminded herself that she had been serious about this whole thing from the start. There was a possibility that Gaara would react positively towards her advances, she knew that from the very beginning. That had been the point to the whole thing! An old proverb came suddenly to mind…

Be careful what you wish for, it just might come true..

Before she could dissolve in another nervous laugh attack, Temari approached her, a wide smile on her face.

"You did wonderful!" she congratulated her. "Ha! I bet my baby brother had never seen the likes of what you gave him in his life! The look on his face was priceless."

But just as Sakura was about to agree with her, a female genin strode up to them, interrupting their conversation.

"Haruno-san, I'm terribly sorry to interrupt, but there's an emergency at the hospital. It seems some chunnins got intoxicated from eating too much lizard meat at the festival. I really apologize, but you're the only medic I could find."

"No problem", Sakura replied, going into professional mode immediately. "Take me to them," she said, stepping out of the tent with the girl.

Noticing the looks some passer-by's gave her, Sakura belatedly realized she had forgone the need to change her clothes. Burying her self-consciousness under the obligation of duty, she reminded herself of her responsibility as a medical nin. There was no time to be modest!

As soon as she got to the hospital, she wrapped herself up in a doctor's robe, tying it securely around her waist. She went to her patients, giving them immediate treatment. It took a while to get take care of them, since she had to force the four of them to throw up all they had eaten before she could give them any medication.

By the time the pain was gone and she was able to declare them stable, it was already night time. The festival had closed for the day some time ago. Hurriedly, she made her way to her room, teeth clattering due to the biting cold of the desert night as she buried herself in the robe she had borrowed. Once she got to her building, she was silently grateful for the indoor heating system. Making her way up a flight of stairs, she entered the relatively luxurious guest rooms she had been assigned.

'That's odd,' she thought. 'I don't remember leaving the balcony doors open'.

Shaking her head at her carelessness, she stepped towards the glass doors, closing them to prevent the outside chill from seeping in even more. In the moment she turned round after locking them, she heard the sand clearly.

It moved up lighting quick, wrapping itself round her waist like a rope. Her surprise was absolute when she found herself unable to move an inch, the sand holding her in place.

Following the direction of where the tendrils were coming from, she took in a quick nervous breath when she spotted Gaara sitting comfortably on one of the single couches across her room. His Kazekage robes were gone, replaced by his usual black attire. Head thrown back while his hands held on to the armrests, he looked at her with the most intense expression Sakura had experienced in her life. His gaze was nothing short of smouldering, but it wasn't anger which shone through his eyes… it was desire.

Melting under such intensity, Sakura wisely managed to control her raging nerves but she couldn't force herself to look directly into those eyes again… if she did, she would probably lose herself forever.

Gaara didn't agree with her course of action and brought another tendril of sand up to her chin. It softly lifted her face up, forcing her to look at him. When their eyes met once more, Sakura knew she was done for.

"Where have you been?" he asked, the irritation in his voice was evident. "I was starting to think you'd gone back on your word… or should I say, that you'd gone back on your actions."

As she tried to swallow, Sakura found her throat had gone completely dry.

"But I know you're a perseverant woman and you always see things through to the end…"

Gracing her with the most wicked smile the pink haired kunoichi had seen, he proceeded to seal her fate.

"...So now that you're here, why don't you finish what you started?"

What will be the fate of our pink haired heroine? Will she manage to survive the ecstasy of our hero's very sandy affection? STAYED TUNED:)

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