Gaara x Kagome

Shrugging off the annoying Kazekage robe, Gaara allowed himself a moment to enjoy the summer night air. The desert had cooled somewhat, though the heat of the day remained trapped within the particles, creating what anyone in Suna could consider a peaceful atmosphere.

He paid no mind to his body, reacting accordingly to the change in temperature, as his eyes focused upon the spring he had specifically sought out. Today, after all, was a day of cleansing for him. And there was little doubt the water would soon provide a cool relief.

Allowing the robe to drop to one hand, Gaara stepped toward the spring in anticipation. However, he stopped short when he became very aware of another presence within the area. It was common knowledge that the spring existed, but no one dared use it at such an ungodly hour in fear that something might spring from the sand and devour them.

So, who?

"Show yourself."

She stepped out from behind a rock without hesitation, rubbing at her eyes as if she was unaware of his presence. Yet, she stopped after a moment, glancing up and blinking in confusion. "W…whrao you?" she slurred.

His brow creasing, Gaara instantly concluded, based on the woman's speech and the glazed look in her eye, that she was drunk. Quite drunk, in fact, since she did not seem to recognize him in the slightest.

She began to giggle a moment later, unable to stop herself as she took a few steps in his direction. She stumbled, feeling something smooth grab a hold of her and lift her up right. Then, playfully, she batted at it, saying, "Don't 'cha do th-at. I can… I can… do it myself."

Unaccustomed to such behavior, Gaara merely blinked in curiosity. Were her actions common among those who enjoyed a bit of alcohol every now and then? Or had she merely drank an excessive amount that caused her to stumble in such a fashion while bursting into numerous giggle fits? Or, perhaps, she—

Surprise washing over him, the Kazekage glanced down to find the woman leaning against him. She shook her head in confusion for a moment, as if she did not know where she was, before she glanced down. Then, staring hard at his reaction, she seemed to become mesmerized for a moment.

"Why," she giggled, "heylo there handsome."

"Wha—?" Gaara gasped when she touched him, his face suddenly turning stark red.

Her giggles increased, as she pushed him with her entire body weight and knocked him onto his back. She proceeded to crawl on top of him before he could have any say, her mind focused upon the fact that he had a little… a little… Her giggles increased, because that certainly was not a little problem he had there. "I'm, um, I'm Kagome."

The woman sitting directly on him, Gaara suddenly swallowed in shock. This was—this was—!

A little hiccup escaped her throat, as she leaned over to drag her tongue along the side of his neck. "Mmm," she whispered, "you taste… whatsa that word? Oh, yummy."

Frozen in shock, Gaara could only feel his body heat up from the attention the strange woman, Kagome, was bestowing upon it. He had—well, he had never—and—"Ohh."

Sitting up suddenly, Kagome shook her head. She blinked a few times, trying to overcome whatever it was that had come over her. "I—I think I'm gonna—"

The woman's dead weight smacked against his chest hard when she suddenly lost consciousness. Gaara blinked in confusion, wondering for a moment what had happened, before he came to the conclusion that, yes, yes there was a drunk, unconscious woman laying directly on his—

"Mmm, sleepy," she mumbled, gripping onto him.

And it seemed that there was no way to escape her. Especially with the way her thighs tightened around his own, while her arms wrapped around his shoulders and refused to budge.

"This is ridiculous," Gaara mumbled. And to think, all he had wanted was a nice, refreshing bath.