SORRY I HAVENT WQRITTEN IN A COUPLE OF DAYS!!!!! I got to go to hawaii (maui) because one of my relatives had a timeshare there. It was beautiful! Even without internet! Jk.

Anyways, enjoy. Hopefully, this will last longer than uchiha breeding. Maybe next ill make a Sai fic. But hey! This ones about Hinata and gaara no?

PS— Gaara wears a standard black T and Black slacks in this, and hinata waers what she normally wears in the time-skip minus the jacket.

Read on, lemon lovers, read on!

Hinata didnt understand why she had noticed his voice. Its not like she'd paid special attention to it before... or to anyone elses' but Narutos' for that matter. A sudden panic swept after her as she walked down the hallway and into the bathroom. Thinking better of panicing over a possible attraction to The KAZEKAGE, she turned to shut the bathroom door. After appropriating herself with its shower and supply of — wait! 'There aren't any towels!'Good timing, right before she decided to lock the door and undress! Putting the clothes down next to the sink, she walked back into the kitchen. The first to assult her was Gaaras' calm appearance. Whenever she looked at him, she was usualy reminded of her terrifying experience in the Forest of Death, during the Chunin exams. When she had watched him crush his foolish apponents, purposfully leaving holes in his sand-tomb that spewed the blood outward, in a gruesome display of affection to the path of violence. The event had left her in a state of complete panic, and ever since she always was mindful to avoid him in the streets when he came to yearly meetings with the Hokage. But she had tried not to show such distrust and panic when she was confronted with the feeling of him gently washing the dirt from her face with a warm cloth. After all, Naruto spoke very highly of him now. Even though she sometimes doubted him in who he decided to put his trust in, if she couldn't trust him now, how could she trust him in marriage?

As she pondered this, completely forgeting the person she pondered was sitting steps away, Gaara pondered as to why she didn't address him. Instead, she stood behind him. Was she afraid of him? He decided not to confront her, maybe she was thinking of how to word her call for his attention? But it was unnerving having someone standing behind him. Not moving, or making any sound at all. Just, standing there. Making him wary of her presence, even nervouse of being caught from behind in an attack. Slowly, but not in a threatening manner, her turned around.

"Do you need something?"

"Uh! U-Ummm... T-There aren't a-a-any u-um t-towels in the b-bathroom..."

'How stupid! I should have said something! I must have been threatening standing behind him for so long! And I didn't apologize! Uh! I'm so retarded somet-'

Without saying anything, he stood, and walked by her. With a motion of his hand, she followed.

As they entered the bathroom, she attempted to start an appology.

"U-Ummm...K-Kazakage-s-sama...I-I just want—""— Its alright."

In truth, he was only half sure that she was going to apologize. 1) because she said 'I just want to' and 2) it seemed in her nature to say sorry for something small.

She watched as he reached up into a cabnet above to toilet, his T's sleeve fell up above his shoulder, reveiling a well-toned arm and shoulder. As he stretched and grabbed the towel, his shirt came up ever-so-slightly, giving Hinata a nice view of his hips over his loose pants, accompanied by an unfamiliar warmth between her legs.

He turned around, to have her turn her head away. Brushing it aside, he held out the towel. After a second or two, he coughed to get her attention, and, startled, she said," A-Arigat-to, Kazek-kage-sama!" She bowed deeply and watched his feet move by in her peripheral vision, all the while panicing even more over the warmth and now wetness growing in her lacy blue panties.

She continued to bow, even after she heared him quietly shut the door behind her. After a while was spent slowing down her racing heart, water from a running shower could be heard from the small kitchen, where Gaara sat staring blankly at the open scrolls in front of him.