-Coughs uncomfortably- Sorry about the wait. -Sighs- Thanks for all those who actually read this.-Frowns- My cat is making snoring sounds. -Pokes- OHHH!! PEOPLE!! If you actually liked this story, how would you like it if I did it in Gaara's point of view? I'm a bit of a messed up person, so I think I can get him down. Like, his crazyness . . . o.o XD NO! I bet I can do one when he's actually younger, and crazy.
OHH!!
Guess what else??
I drove!
XDD
And I'm only 15! Haha.
I feel so like . . hyper right now.

Anyway, seriously sorry for the wait. Long writer's block.

And forgive me if this chapter is dull. -Nods-

I might make a lemon/lime, maybe, for the first time EVER if you want me to. I'm going to put a poll up on my profile, and you have to vote.

Because it might suck.

Really bad.

o.o

Chapter 9: Loving.


People told me love did crazy things, and at the time I didn't believe them. To be perfectly honest, I thought they were crazy already. Never had I felt this way for Sasuke. Never did I do crazy things, such as this. And never, ever have I actually gone through with it, willingly. You just don't expect things.

I pushed a loose strand of pink hair behind my ear, my eyes looking at the cracks on the floor, watching some light that flicker passed the lace curtains of the windows, and play across the floor. The hospital could hold two things: peace and horror; both of them I have experienced. Right now, as I'm staring at the ground, I'm feeling at peace; although I may be not be in a few moments, or so. Tsunade-San had told me he would wake up soon, and I was going to tell him my 'plan'.

I let out an irritated huff of air, tapping my fingers on the arm of my chair, before shifting my gaze toward Gaara.

Sleeping. Always sleeping.

I just wanted him to wake up. I wanted to hold him, and tell him how I felt. Most of all, I just wanted to hear his voice. Naruto had came in an hour ago, and I couldn't look at his face. Every time I did, I saw his hand thrusting into Gaara's stomach, savagely, and it scared me - not because of Naruto, but because I just wanted to hurt him for what he did - or, Shukaku did.

Could you blame me?

So, it turned out that there was a festival going on tonight; Naruto and Hinata asked me if I wanted to come, but I refused. I didn't want to leave Gaara's side. I wanted to make sure he was safe. However, I may be wanting to stay with him . . . because I think this may be the last moment with him. What kind of a guy would take this calmly, and still be with the women:
' Hey, Gaara! I want to have your baby!' ?

Oh, that's a lovely statement. The next thing you know, you're thrown out the window by manipulated sand! That's just great, don't you think? Maybe I'm stressing out a little. I mean, I don't want Gaara to leave, and quite frankly, I don't want him to leave me, either! I think he knows, though. Maybe that's why he was always avoiding me; or, maybe, he just literally wanted to get away from me! That hurts to think, too. Maybe I should get out a bit.

" Sakura?"

Oh! He's awake!

" Good morning, sleepyhead!" I smiled, standing up from the chair, and stretching out my sore muscles. " How long?" I glanced over at him, wondering what he was talking about. " Eh?"
" How long have I been out, Sakura." He muttered, giving me an annoyed glare, before propping himself up on his elbows as if it caused him no pain to do so." Three days, or so? I don't know, Gaara, I've been here practically the entire time!" He stared at me, his eyes narrowed in anger." Have you gotten any sleep?"

Something about his voice made me worry. It was strained - rough, like he was trying to hold back a question. It was like that night he told me to leave. That he didn't want me. " A little." I replied, trying to keep my voice from going high-pitched. I was lying. I didn't like lying to him. " Tell me the truth, Sakura." He growled out, his jaw clenching, and his eyes snapping shut." I haven't slept," I whispered," in three days." I finished, my voice broke at the end as I hear the sheets being thrown off his bed, and he got off; taking the needles off with him - as if it bothered him!

" You have to stay away from me!" He growled out, finally, admitting that I shouldn't be near him. I wouldn't have that. I flung myself at him - despite the gaining dizziness - wrapping my arms around his neck, and planting my lips on his, hard. How much I've missed those luscious lips. It's like I had this craving for something, and I didn't know what it was until now. My eyes closed instinctively, and I felt Gaara's body go rigged with surprise, until he relaxed, his arms curling around me, slamming me against the muscles of his chest, and kissing me with full force.

Gaara.

That's all I felt at the moment, and it's all I wanted to feel.

My hands tangled in his hair on the back of his head, while he gripped my pink hair, tightly; securing me there. I gasped in surprise, and he took advantage of that. His tongue slid into my mouth, and he explored every crevice, and corner; the heat, and lovely smell from his mouth gathered entirely into mine, and I was not prepared for my reaction. My breathing came out in ragged pants, and my tongue shot out, fighting with his. We were vying for dominance, and I knew I had to win. I wouldn't leave Gaara.

However, change of events happened, and I was slammed against the wall. Gaara's body pressed me back, and I could feel every inch of him pressed against me. He was hot, he was angry, he was hard, and I smiled in triumph. But, as I was about to gloat in my victory by licking his lips, his hands slid under my shirt, causing another surprised gasp from me, but that only earned me a few points down in this battle. He caught my bottom lip between his teeth, and his eyes flashed open as soon as mine did.

In his eyes were a hunger I have never seen before - a craving, and before I knew it, his teeth bit down on my lip, cutting the sensitive skin. What I thought was pain soon turned into pleasure, and I moaned. I moaned. And he thought it was amusing, I could tell. Before he closed his eyes, the hunger in him almost ebbing away ( almost), he sucked on my lip, taking all of the blood that he could get. My hips jerked upward, grinding against his, and his well noticeable erections, causing a feral growl to slip from Gaara's swollen lips, and a soft, barely audible, cry from me. He pulled away, his warm, rough, hands still under my shirt, and - like he didn't notice, but of course he did - his hips still pressed against mine. I could feel the warmth radiating from him, as well as I, and I tried to catch my breath.

" Gaara?" My voice broke, gasping for the air that I needed. He looked up at me, slowly gaining his composure." Was that . . . was that hard for you?" I had to ask. He didn't respond for a minute; he pulled away, lifting a hand to his lips to the smeared blood of mine, and stared at it with a calculative eye." Oh no," And I just realized what happened." Is that . . . ?" My voice trailed off, forgetting the moments that just happened before. He had tasted my blood.

" He didn't taste it," Gaara said, as if he read my mind; his voice back to that monotone I was used to, except it has this strange husky tone to it now." W-What do you mean, " he didn't taste it"? "

His gaze flickered over to mine, a flash of irritation sparked in those beautiful eyes of his." He has to take over my body - like he did before." And as soon as he said that, images of Gaara at the oasis flashed in my mind like a movie screen, and I cringed." A-Are you okay?" I asked, questioning his ability to move, and such. His jaw clenched, and his teeth seemed to grit together, before he opened his mouth to speak." I'm fine." It seemed like a prolonged fine, if you ask me. Like he was mad that he needed help, again, from Konoha nurses. " I'm just checking," I whispered. I just don't want you to disappear on me, again.


" Okay, well, I'll leave you to get dressed." I straightened out my hair while he pulled away from me, and without saying 'good-bye', he grabbed his robes, and left to go into the bathroom. I stared after him, feeling like my heart just dropped down to my feet. He was pushing me away again, or at least he was going to try. Well, let's just see about that, shall we?

I waited outside for him, and, as soon as he stepped out, I grinned ear-to-ear at him, my eyes lighting up with excitement, and happiness. I wouldn't give up on Gaara." So Gaara," I began, rocking back on my heels, nervously fidgeting with my fingers behind my back. He stared at me with one rimmed-black eye, dull curiosity showed." Would you like to come to the festival with me down the road, before we go?" I asked, emphasizing the word 'we' so he knew I wasn't going to leave him without a fight; he seemed to notice, because a sigh of irritation left his lips as he turned, and walked off toward the exit." Come, Sakura."

I skipped after him, my grin still in check as I fell in step beside him." So, what do you say?"
He was quiet for a while, and I stared at the back of his head, my fingers trembling with anticipation." Fine." I squealed, and hugged him from behind. The girl from the receptionist table stared at me in surprise, before her eyes shot to Gaara, and her face turned impossibly red, before looking back down to her work. Gaara was glaring at her, as if daring her to say something, and I couldn't help but giggle. I know, I had a mood-swing, but this could, and probably be the last happy moment I'd have with Gaara . . . and for tonight - if my plans worked out - it wouldn't be just happiness between us, but passion, love, and -

" Sakura," Gaara's eyes bored into mine, staring at me as if I was mentally disabled, or something. Oh Gods! I must've looked like an idiot staring at a juicy piece of steak! " Sorry." I stammered on my apology, but a slight knowing smirk pulled on his lips. He couldn't know, could he?

" Come." I trailed off after him, a grin on my lips. As we walked off toward the Hokage Tower - like I literally noticed at the time where we were going. I was too happy. People stared with curiosity; watching as me and Gaara shared casual touching of the hands, and fingers. I would have gloated, you know; showed off that I had the best man in the world. Of course, no one would believe me, but I'd make them.

I hurried into my apartment, changed, and came back out. The excitement in my eyes was obvious, and I couldn't find a way to hide it. I've been gone from Konoha for a long time, and when I finally come back, they have a festival!
" So, are we going?"

He nodded, and without saying anything, he turned, and walked off. I trailed after him, hurrying up to his side, and standing close enough to where my shoulder was just brushing his. I grinned. His eyes trailed over to me, before flickering up ahead toward the Hokage Tower. When arrived soon, and when Tsunade-San saw me, grinning, she smiled, and waved." How are you feeling, Gaara?" She asked, bracing her hands upon her desk." Fine, thank you." He muttered, a slight irritated tone to his voice." Going to the Festival?" I nodded, and before Gaara could say anything in response, I grabbed his hand, and pulled him out of the office, out of the building, and down the street. Everyone stared, stared like I was insane to even touch him, let alone talk to him.

" Sakura!" I jumped, and I turned around to see Naruto running toward me, Hinata at his side." Decided to come?" He grinned, and I grinned back. Gaara, and Hinata on the other hand stared at both of us. Hinata stared at Naruto with a slight tint of pink on her cheeks, and Gaara was staring at me like I was an idiot. " Yeah!"

" Come on then! They just put out the ramen," He grabbed Hinata's hand, and before I even had a chance to respond, he was off.

" Dumb blond," I muttered, before grinning at Gaara, and starting off toward where Naruto vanished.

" I feel so excited!" I exclaimed, my voice breaking into a slight high-pitch sound. Gaara glanced up at me, and for the first time, he seemed actually . . . pleased. So, right now, I really didn't care if people were watching. I really didn't. And so, my hand slid into his as I grinned at him, my hand warming up from the heat of his. His eyes traveled down to are entwined fingers, and before I could even be sure I saw, a small barely noticeable smile pulled at the corner of his lips, and then it vanished.

The sounds of others multiplied, and when I looked up, people were everywhere, dressed so . . . beautifully that it made me feel self-conscious. I felt a scowl on my lips, but the warmth of Gaara distracted me from being a depressed, and I looked up just in time to see Naruto swirling Hinata around on the dance floor. " Hey, Gaara?"

" What?"

I hesitated before asking, but I wanted to know." Do you feel . . . bitter toward Naruto, at all?
I looked down at him, and I saw a thoughtful expression on his face. "No," He paused," It wasn't his fault for not being able to control it."

I inwardly sighed, thinking he actually meant," It's not his fault for being weak."

" Come here," And I pulled him onto the dance floor, while he gripped my hand in a way of saying,' what exactly are you doing'? I grinned at him, while he scowled, but I didn't mind; it was natural for him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him closer. He was tensed, extremely tense. I placed my lips against his cheek, letting it linger there, to calm him down. He sighed, and his muscles relaxed, and his arms wrapped themselves around my waist.

He was warm, as warm was the desert back in Suna. I pulled my lips away from his cheek to look at his face, and smiled." I never thought I'd be able to do this with you," I muttered. He stared at me, his face a bit impassive. His face leaned forward, and I felt his breath on my face; his intoxicating breath. I sighed, my eyes fluttering close, before opening them, and staring right into those strange, iris-less sea-foam green eyes of his.

" I don't know why I'm letting this happen," He muttered, and I could tell it was the truth. He had no clue why he was doing any of this. I sighed, looking over the features of his face, before a small smile graced my lips." You really have changed." I stated. It looked as thought the thought unsettled him, and I felt that it did. Maybe he liked it when he was younger . . .

Anyway, it wasn't as if we were actually dancing, maybe more like holding each other rather tightly. A blushed stained my cheeks, and Gaara eyed, a slight curious glint in his eyes.

" Does being with me, embarrass you . . . ?" He frowned, his eyes boring into mine, trying to figure out my emotions.

" I could ask you the same thing," I muttered, watching relief spread out across his face.

" To be with you, is being with a Cherry Blossom tree." I frowned, watching as he smirked, a smug look on his face.

" Does that mean I'm boring?!" I demanded, glaring at him. His smirk grew into a small smile, and warmth flooded through me. I wanted to cry at the beauty of it. I was so happy; happy he was alive.

" How about I ask you a question, and you ask me a question?

The redhead hesitated, and he narrowed his eyes at me suspiciously. I grinned at him in mischief, letting the warmth flood into the glass rooms of my eyes. " Fine." He growled, and I could tell he hated that I had this power over him.

" What was the greatest thing that had ever happened to you?"

There was this look in his eyes again; distant. And I frowned, hoping I didn't bother him in any way. When he opened his mouth to speak, someone pulled me away from Gaara, and I looked at the intruding person, ready to speak my mind.

" Can I dance with her Gaara, please? You can dance with Hinata for a bit, I wanna dance with my friend." He was excited; very, very excited about something, and it made Gaara more suspicious than I ever saw him. He looked at me, and I just shrugged. Hinata stepped by his side, grinning at me. Naruto and Hinata were hiding something.

As Naruto swung me around on the dance floor, I found that I was about to know what it was.

Naruto swirled me around, clearly happy.

And then he said it.

" Hinata's pregnant!"

Now that solved a problem, didn't it?

" I'm so happy for you, Naruto!" I cried, wrapping my arms around him as he gave me a very tight hug. He smiled, and then frowned, looking behind me; so I turned to look. Gaara was growling at Naruto, Hinata at his side, and soon, I found myself pulled possessively into Gaara's side.

" Calm down, Gaara. Naruto was just telling me that he was going to be a father." And as I said this, I gave Hinata a warm smile. She blushed, but returned it.

Gaara's grip calmed down, before he nodded at Naruto, who was grinning, and pulled me back to the sidelines.

" Hey," I whispered, watching his jaw clenched tightly," Calm down, Gaara. I will only l-" I stopped myself, earning a slight curious, and frustrated look from Gaara. Now was the time to do it, when Gaara wanted to take his frustration out on something.

" Come with me," I whispered, pulling his hand, practically dragging him back to my apartment. I could feel his stare on the back of my head, and when I reached the house, I turned the lights on, and walked into my room. I pointed to my bed, ordering him in a silent command to sit, and he did. He scowled, though.

And with a deep breath, I slid my shirt off my skin, watching as he eyed me, growling lowly." Sakura," He warned, but I didn't care. He was looking near my chest, that same hunger from this morning in his eyes again, as he gazed at my purpled laced bra. Slowly, and enticingly, I slid off my skirt; painfully slow, watching as he followed my movements. Soon, I kicked the skirt away, and moved toward Gaara; I tried walking slowly, and seductively, but my hand kept covering up my chest. That didn't go so well with him, and I could see the hesitation in his eyes.

But when I got closer, he grabbed me, laid me on the bed, and before I knew it, he was on top of me, covering me with his warm body.

" Gaara," I said breathlessly, watching the hunger in his eyes get even darker; hungrier. I took off his shirt slowly, and as soon as it was off, he stared me in me in the eyes, asking what I was doing; hoping I wouldn't stop, and I knew I couldn't. I ran my fingers over his well-defined chest, watching his body shiver in delight at the touch.

" Gaara." I growled, sliding my hands down his side, watching as he closed his eyes at let out a feral growl. I took off his pants, and then his boxers, brushing my fingers along his length. He glared at me, trying to hold back a groan, bracing his hands beside my head, growling as my fingers trailed back up his sides, wrapping my arms around his neck. It was pure bliss - well, almost. Friction created between us as I hugged Gaara closer, until his elbows gave out, and he fell completely on top of me, with all his weight.

He leaned down to kiss me, and I was too eager, and I reached up to meet his lips. I expected a hard, and hungry kiss, but his lips just barely brushed mine.

And then he said something that nearly had me weeping.

" You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. Even if I don't show it," He whispered, his sea-foam green eyes boring into mine. I realized my eyes were brimming with tears, and before I could say anything, Gaara placed his lips fully on mine, his right hand placed on my right cheek, holding me to him.

To a great extent, I was happy; I completely forgot about everything that happened within the days, and months . . . for this night, in this moment, I was allowed to feel, allowed to be fragile, to give myself over to my own desires. And he had given that to me, this moment of freedom, this time apart from the battles and the pain and the struggle, this time to simply be, to feel, to live freely. Maybe it was only a moment, meant to only be a memory in the cold of the nights to come; but it didn't matter, because in this moment I was free.