Disclaimer notice----w/e. I do not own this thing…Naruto I mean…

Gaara shifted uncomfortably in his chair. 'What I would do for sake right about now…' He recalled his thoughts. He probably left Sakura fuming. Knowing her attitude. He smirked.

What he didn't know was he was completely wrong.

Sakura had been sitting on his bed for the past 3 hours, breathing in his sent of sand and wildness. He made her feel different. Not the way she had felt about Sasuke before. She was just another fan of Sasuke. An obsessed, annoying brat that clung to his side. She wasn't that anymore. Gaara changed that. The way she felt in those last few seconds….it was invigorating. Beautiful, warm, secure. She could have burst from emotions if it were possible.

She had an excitement spasm. She held clenched wrists up to her cheeks and she had butterflies in her stomach. "What am I doing…1 year ago, he tried to kill me. How old was I? 14." I was annoying. Anyone would try too. She sighed, and realized how much her back hurt. 'I guess I'll go to his office.'

She ran out of the room and down the hall into his office. She burst threw the door, and ran to his desk, folding her arms on the wood and laying her head down.

"Hello." She said happily. She panted heavily and looked up to him. He was looking down at her then choked on his drink. He cleared his throat, and started laughing chaotically. She pouted.

"Whats so funny?" She walked up to the window, seeing her reflection and saw a big mess. The clothes given to her were much too large, she had a major case of bed head, and she still had marks in her face from where she laid her head. She fixed her hair easily. She looked ok after that. She turned to Gaara again.

"Stop laughing, it's not funny." He let out a few more chuckles, and then turned back to his paper work.

"It was." He said. She could hear the smirk in his voice. The next thing he knew, he was being tackled onto the hard floor. Sakura moved to fast, and before he could react, he had all of his limbs pinned to the floor, by her weight.

"Take it back." She demanded. He sneered at her angered face. "Make me."

He stuck his tounge out at her. Sakura raised an eyebrow.

"Really now? And what will make you take it back?" Gaara thought about this.

"Nothing. Why should I even consider?" She made a face and got up off him. She fixed her recently messed up hair. "You're the one who choose the clothes." He got up slowly and walked out onto his pavilion. He gazed out to the desert. Sakura walked up from behind. "It's beautiful, all these endless dunes of sand." Gaara looked at her curiously. "You like sand?"

"A little. It can be uncomfortable and itchy sometimes, but it's so smooth. The way it runs threw your fingers when you try to hold onto it. Like it's not meant to be held on to at all. Just there. Free."

"She has a way with words, Gaara-sama." Shukaku said in his head.

'Yeah, I noticed.' He gazed into her face. He would be looking into her eyes, but they were closed. She held her hand outward. She started humming.

Gaara made up his mind and used his sand to create a small glass bottle.

(AN!! Umm, glass is made of sand so I decided to make him be able to do that….) He filled it with loose sand and put a tiny cork on it. He floated it above her hand and let it fall onto her palm. "There."

Sakura opened her eyes and looked at her hand. She picked up the tiny bottle and looked at it. It had a small description on it.

'Desert rose'

Sakura clutched her hands around it and held it close to her heart. She felt protected. "It'll help me find you if your ever in danger." Gaara said looking sideways.

"Or to stalk her" Shukaku said, laughing hysterically. Gaara couldn't help but laugh in his mind at the crazy demon.

'We'll leave that out.' Gaara thought to his pet jokingly. He felt warmth on his hands.

"Well then, I'll make sure I'm get into trouble a lot." Sakura said. She was holding one of his hands. She brought it up to her lips. She closed her eyes and leaned her head forward. Their foreheads and noses were touching. They let each others bodies nestle close to one another. They stood there, in the most relaxed position either of them had ever experienced with another person.

Sasuke watched in horror as they help each other close. He grinded his teeth. "Gaara-sama. If you hurt her…" He didn't like how this may turn out. Gaara could really hurt her. If that demon is released…. He looked up at them again. His breathing stopped. Staring into each other's eyes, they leaned in.
"Don't do it, Sakura." Sasuke said frantically. Their lips met, and that was it. Sasuke didn't bother to look back when he turned around. He knew what they were doing. More kissing, more fumbling around after one another's grasp. Nothing serious. He still didn't like it. If he dare hurt her, Naruto will do more damage to him then I will. Don't hurt her. Even though Naruto and Gaara were close friends, Naruto would do anything to protect the people close to him. Sasuke grimaced at the thought of what Naruto may do. 'I come back, and find a mess.'