Gaara sighed as he opened the door to his home, the loud air-conditioner, doing it's job well for how much he paid for it, already grating on his sensitive nerves. He had been up for a week with only a few hours of sleep, now he was off work and able to come home. He looked down at his wrist and at his watch, sneering at the time: 12:45 a.m. Was it too much to hope that his loving and caring girlfriend was still up and waiting for him? Probably.

Sakura liked her sleep almost as much as she liked the cold, both things he neither understood or envied. Gaara hated the cold, he had become to used to the heat offered by Suna and now he couldn't stand the cold; yet his girlfriend could which is why the had in over expensive air-conditioner blaring at all times of the day. Gaara liked sleep, but sadly he was an insomniac, but when Sakura wasn't busy with the hospital or binge watching the latest movies and TV shows she was taking a nap; what was so great about sleeping anyway?

By the looks of the dark living room and kitchen Gaara assumed Sakura was in their room, curled up into a tiny ball he would probably find cuter than it actually was, sleeping the night away. He hadn't seen enough of her this week, what with him working and her shifts int he hospital, and he had wanted to spend a couple hours with her. He couldn't blame her though, that didn't stop him from secretly doing it anyway, he hadn't told her when he would be coming home tonight.

With a sigh Gaara made his way to his shared bedroom, too busy trying to stretch out his sore muscles he didn't see the light shinning from under the door. Getting closer he could hear the soft melody of music, unable to make the song he sighed; did she fall asleep listening to music again? Pushing the door open he was surprised by the sight greeting him, the tiredness he was too use to leaving him.

Sakura sat on the bed, head bobbing to the popular upbeat song, eyes trained on a book he couldn't see the title of. She was sitting on his side of the bed, her side still made and neat; his pillows were stacked up against the headboard, arranged in away he knew she found comfortable. Sakura wore a thick, black, sports bra and a pair of his gym shorts; her hair vibrant pink hair was pulled into a messy bun on top of her head, her skin glowed from the dimmed lamp sitting next to her, and her green eyes were wide awake as he danced across the page of the book.

Gaara shut the door, wincing at the loud sound he hadn't meant to make. Sakura's head snapped up and she smiled brilliantly, "Your home!" She closed her book and tossed it to her side of the bed, kicking the blanket off her feet she crawled to the foot of the bed. She sat on her knee's arms spread wide, "I've missed you!"

He silently walked towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist he pulled her flush against her body. His nuzzled his nose into her shoulder and inhaled the scent of her, hell he had missed the strawberry and meadow-y smell. "Sakura," he mumbled softly against her bare skin, earning him a shudder and a giggle. She hummed his name back to him as she pressed small kisses to the side of his neck, whispering how much she had missed him and how glad she was that he finally decided to make in appearance back home.

He slid a hand down her waist, cupping her ass in a firm hold. "Don't be mean, Sakura," he said sternly before lifting his hand up and then bringing it back down with a hard slap, she eeped loudly as her body flinched. "If it had been up to me I would have been home allot sooner." It was true, being away from Sakura exhausted him and their prolonged absence always making him far more on edge than normal.

"I know," she confessed softly as she pulled back, Gaara tightened his hold before reluctantly letting go. Her hands danced along his chest, green eyes downcast, her bottom lip jutted out in a childish pout. "I've just missed you, ya' know? I hate it when you're gone for so long. It always makes me feel so lonely!"

Gaara smirked, mint colored eyes staring down at her blushing face. He was quite as he took her in, adsorbing everything Sakura; he knew what she meant, he felt the same way. "Wanna have sex?"

Sakura's face heated up a pretty pink, eyes still looking anywhere but him. He was amused at the sight of her, because of course she was embarrassed; for a doctor she wasn't very good at handling the mention of sex or even talking about sex. Something Gaara swore he would always find cute, his girl was soft hearted and filled with innocence- even with all the filthy stuff they had done in bed together.

What could he say? Sakura, and himself, liked to experiment. Okay, fine, mostly him. But could you blame him? Sakura was so innocent and beautiful, andkamithe things she could do! Did he say he was her first? Sakura's body was fitted to his perfectly, he had taught her everything she knew.

Sakura looked up at him through her eyelashes, cheeks dusted a beautiful pink, and then she nodded her her head and he smiled.