A/N: According to Liz, and a few others from this site, I am not required to put an author's note OR a disclaimer on every chapter, just every story. Even so, law suits can get expensive, and I'm poor, so here it is: I do not own Naruto characters or cannon. (a new word I am learning)
Sakura could feel the hair on the back of her neck raising with every word from the man's mouth. This mission was turning out to be more of a test of patience than she'd have thought. Escorting a young noble from Fire to Wind should have been enjoyable but the man was chauvinistic and very vocal about what he thought women's responsibilities should consist of. He kept rambling about how a 'woman's duties to her husband' should come before all other things and Sakura was close to losing it.
She could feel the sympathetic looks from her team captain and the other member, who were both male but wouldn't dare speak to Sakura the way this noble was. Apparently he didn't know her of her legendary temper…something she'd inherited from her Sannin master. Sakura's fist clenched when the man tactlessly stated that female ninjas were the prime example of what not to look for in a wife and that if he ever came to power, there would be no such things as a kunoichi.
Something in Sakura snapped as this man insulted her and her ancestors. As far back as Sakura could remember, both the men and women of her family had been shinobi. And here this man was, flippantly dishonoring their memories and sacrifices because it didn't fit in with his ideals. She…has had…enough. She noticed her teammates move before she did and the team leader was restraining her raised fist. Just one little tap and the man's brains would be spilled all over the road. No one would ever know what happened.
Just as it seemed that Sakura would pulverize not just the noble, but her team as well, a sandstorm appeared in front of them, startling the obliviously rambling noble. Sakura acted first, running in front of the noble and punching the ground, sending rock up in front of them to protect them from the grains that would most likely take their skin off. She could hear the noble whimpering and she smirked. At least now he'd seen a demonstration of her power and maybe shut the hell up!
Sakura looked at her team and they nodded. She may not be the team leader, but out of the three of them, she had the most chakra awareness. She tuned her senses, trying to find the source of the storm. When she did, she relaxed and gave the noble an annoyed look. "Your escort into Suna is here." She replied bluntly. The man was quivering and whining and Sakura scoffed. "Pathetic." She turned back towards Suna and noticed her rock wall was gone, only sand lying around them. She smirked as calm jade eyes met her own.
"It's not every day that the Kazekage himself shows up to escort a minor noble to Suna." She teased and noticed those jade eyes darken slightly. She laughed and winked at him, causing his eyes to narrow. She knew his reactions well and knew that, if he were the type to laugh, he'd be laughing right now. As it were, he just looked over his shoulder at the two women standing there. Sakura arched a brow before speaking to the one she recognized.
"Careful Temari, this guy has a very pointed view about what he believes women's duties are. Try not to kill him." She smiled at the blonde who arched a brow and looked at the noble. She put one hand on her hip and pointed her fan at the man.
"If he wants to live to reproduce someday, he'd best keep his mouth shut. Gaara won't stand for such disrespect…not even from some bratty noble from Fire." Sakura turned baleful eyes on her team, who had the grace to look away.
"Lucky you…I think both my teammates lost their balls in the last war." She heard two indignant denials and she just laughed before smiling at the Suna trio. "Well, this is where our path ends. Have a safe journey." She waved and turned from the, but a sudden spike in chakra had her running to the Kazekage and tackling him to the ground. Before their very eyes, the ground where the red head had just been standing exploded. A ball of tags must have been buried there in order to try and kill the Kazekage.
Sakura narrowed her eyes and looked around in the trees. That spike had been close. If she could pinpoint the chakra signal…her head snapped to the right and she slammed her fist into the ground. A crack shot through the earth faster than anyone had imagined and Sakura chased after it seconds after impacting the earth. Temari and the unknown female were left to protect the noble, along with the secondary member of the Konoha team, while Gaara and Sakura's team leader raced after her.
They could hear the sound of metal against metal and knew she'd caught the one responsible for the attempted assassination. When they approached the clearing, they heard Sakura's enraged scream. "UCHIHA!" Gaara stopped just inside the tree-line and watched the pink haired medic-nin attack her former teammate. The look on her face was pure rage, but her eyes held a deeply buried hurt…perhaps from childhood.
"My, my Sakura…you've improved since the last time I saw you." Gaara narrowed his eyes on the man. Just when had Sasuke seen her last, because she'd been the strongest kunoichi in Fire, perhaps the world, for the last two years.
"You mean the last time you tried to kill me, you bastard! I told you then that I wouldn't let you hurt the people I care about. First Naruto, who is like my brother and now the Kazekage? Your jealousy is running deep this time, Sasuke." She hissed, a taunting look on her face as she smirked at him. Gaara felt heat rise in his cheeks. Just what were these two going on about? He noticed Sasuke's eyes snap red, but Sakura didn't seem worried about it.
"Don't taunt me, Sakura. You don't want me to get angry with you." Gaara made to step out, but Sakura's team leader grabbed his arm in a tight grip and shook his head. He then leaned in and whispered to Gaara, making the red head's eyes widen as he realized it was Naruto, the Hokage.
"Let Sakura handle this. If you interfere, she will just attack you as well." Gaara's eyes widened in shock at that and looked back over at the kunoichi, who seemed completely amused at the Uchiha's threat.
"And just what are you going to do, Sasuke? Use your Sharingan on me? We both know that won't do a damn thing because I know how it works. It becomes completely useless when one knows the mechanics behind it." Gaara's eyes widened at that tidbit of information. The Sharingan could be neutralized? He looked over at Naruto, who had his arms over his chest. Even though Sasuke was a missing nin from his village, Naruto seemed disinterested in his capture.
Gaara heard the Uchiha hiss before the sound of metal hitting metal drew his attention back to the combatants. He was surprised to see that Sakura was facing Sasuke barehanded. Upon closer inspection, however, he found Sakura's gloves to be plated…the best weapon to pair with her hand to hand combat skills. He whispered to Naruto, so as not to draw the attention of either shinobi. "Plated gauntlets?" He heard Naruto chuckle and spared a glance at the blonde.
"Not quite. Sakura designed them as both offensive and defensive weapons. The palms are thinner so as to allow her healing chakra to penetrate more easily. The backs of her hands and the wrists are really thick and used for blocking, while the knuckles…well, you'll see what happens when Sakura throws a punch with her Fangs on." Gaara turned just in time to see Sakura push Sasuke off her and far enough away to where she got a running start at him, charging both fists with that destructive chakra she'd become known for.
Apparently, Gaara wasn't the only one that had realized her gloves were plated, because Sasuke shifted just enough to put more power into his swing when he attempted to cut her down. Right before Sakura reached him, she disappeared. Gaara blinked and stared, but he had no idea where she went. He gasped when he noticed Sakura appear at Sasuke's side. His eyes widened as he watched her throw a punch and realized it was not Sasuke himself she was targeting, but rather his sword. Sasuke swung at her and she just smirked as she caught the blade between her knuckles. With a grunt, she shattered the blade of his sword by pushing her fist into the blade one way on one side, while a little further down the blade on the opposite side, she pushed against it the opposite way.
Gaara stared in shock, as did Sasuke, as the blade's pieces fell to the forest floor with a soft thud. When Sasuke looked back up at Sakura, her fist crashed into his jaw and sent him flying. But she didn't give him time to recover. She dashed after him, attacking him while he was still flying back. He straightened and hit the tree with his feet, bouncing off and back towards her. Gaara noticed Sasuke slipping a knife forward and held up his hand. A wall of crystallized sand appeared and Sasuke didn't manage to stop in time not to smash into it. Sakura, however, turned to the red head, her eyes blazing with anger.
"Don't interfere." She hissed and lifted one foot, putting it through the wall of crystallized sand. Again, Gaara's eyes widened in shock. That was the densest sand he could produce in a situation like this…how had she-? His question died in his mind as a low roar of pain penetrated his ears. He brought his attention back to Sakura and noticed Sasuke on his knees before her. He watched as she round housed the Uchiha in the head and sent him flying. He crashed into several trees, snapping them in half, before he came to rest on the banks of a nearby stream.
Just as Sakura was reaching for him, his body disappeared into the water. Gaara heard her hiss and slam her hand down into the soil at the stream's bank. "You can't protect him forever, Suigetsu…even you have limitations." Her tone was low and dangerous and held a wealth of warning. The water seemed to almost shiver before going placid again. Sakura scoffed and then turned back to where she knew Naruto and Gaara were. She narrowed her eyes on Naruto before looking at Gaara.
"You interfere like that again, and I won't hesitate to take you out as well…treaty or no treaty. Sasuke is a highly dangerous missing nin from our village. He must be neutralized." Gaara's impassive face took in her entire being and found himself responding to her anger with a slow curl of lust.
"It would be hard to neutralize him if he stabbed you with a hidden knife." His voice showed none of his growing need for her. Her anger was more powerful than any foreplay he knew of. He noticed her hiss and whirl away from him. She headed back the way they'd come and he looked over at Naruto when he let out a low whistle.
"Gaara, one…Sakura-" He didn't get to finish as something crashed into his head, sending him sprawling. Gaara looked over at Naruto, who was rubbing the back of his head and muttering. Gaara arched his brow when he noticed Sakura had chucked a nearly shredded mission scroll at the back of her Hokage's head.
"I'm not going to stick around. Send the bastard off yourself. I'm through being insulted by that piece of shit noble." She ranted and suddenly disappeared. Gaara felt heat curl through him. He wanted to taste her…even if she only let him have her once.
Sakura yawned and stretched, enjoying her time at the hot springs. Naruto had called her into his office not long after he'd returned from the escort of the Fire noble and had given her an extended mission that would 'keep her out of trouble'. She'd been curious as to what that meant and he'd smiled at her, saying it was a training mission to another village that would last a few months. She'd arched her brow before realizing that it would keep her from running into Sasuke again. She'd scoffed and rolled her eyes.
Even now, she realized that he was afraid she'd actually get hurt if she faced Sasuke. On more than one occasion, she'd come back half dead after confrontations with the last Uchiha. Maybe a mission training others would help her level her head. She looked over at her things and decided to open the scroll. She'd stormed out of Naruto's office in a huff and come straight here. Now, she was curious to see where she'd be going and for how long.
She made her way to her clothes and grabbed the scroll, padding back over to her spot in the hotspring as she opened it slowly. When she was submerged up to her chest, she finished unrolling the scroll. In small, neat handwriting, was the request for their [Konoha's] most qualified trainer for medical ninja. It went into detail about having lost their last trainer to age and how many techniques had been lost due to the more experienced medics having died during the last war, blah blah blah, and then her eyes fixated on one word: Suna.
Her eyes narrowed and she skimmed through the scroll until she came to the next question she'd had. In neat penmanship, she noticed a phrase that made her want to growl: 'due to the lack of proper teaching, our medics will need to be retrained in basics, up through advanced techniques. I estimate the duration of training to last a minimum of six months, perhaps longer if the trainees cannot pass a simple test of their progress at the end of the six months'.
With a groan of suppressed rage, Sakura flung the scroll back over to her clothes and dove under the water. The last thing she needed was to be stuck in Suna with Gaara for six months. She was pretty sure he hated her, being as he always gave her these 'I wish I could burn you alive with my eyes' looks. However, she was the best for teaching at this point, as Tsunade didn't have the patience to deal with her current students, who were advanced enough to teach others, but still yearned to improve themselves. Sakura herself had long ago learned all that Tsunade had to offer her.
Sakura broke the surface of the water and sighed. She looked back over at the mission scroll before going to the edge of the bath and pulling herself out. She shook her head as she wrapped a towel around herself and headed into the building. She had packing to do when she got home. She scratched the back of her head, a vein popping at her temple. Looks like she was heading to Suna for an extended stay.
Gaara had sensed her the minute her feet hit his desert. Fire had raced through his veins and he'd felt the need to squirm, had he been inclined for such things. As it was, he shifted uncomfortably, drawing the attention of his 'assistant'. The woman looked over at him and he stopped moving. He knew she would try to 'soothe' him but all she ever did was grope him. From the corner of his eye, he noticed her move and he pinned her with a cold glare. Not put off, she smiled at him and slipped onto the edge of his desk.
"Is there anything I can do to ease your tension, Kazekage-sama?" She purred at him. A thought struck him and his lip twitched.
"Actually, there is." He noticed her perk up and lean towards him. When he was sure he had her enraptured, he spoke. "Get out of my office and don't come back." He noticed her shocked expression and turned back to his paperwork. He heard her grumble something as she gathered her things and left. It had been the first time she'd ever given him an excuse to dismiss her. His council had assigned her to him, most likely to keep an eye on him, but the woman was more interested in attempting to seduce him than doing her job.
She had no sooner left his presence than he felt Sakura stop in her tracks. Someone was there with her. Someone unfamiliar to him. He knew almost all shinobi by the sensations they left within the sand. This one he didn't know. He gasped when he felt an impact and suddenly Sakura was on her way to Suna once more, a single body left behind in the desert. He growled and instructed the sand to bring him the body. He sat back down and waited for her arrival. He could feel her anger with each step she made and he felt that lust returning and curling deep in his gut. A wicked smile curled his lips as he waited for her to arrive.
Sakura was pissed. Not only was she being sent to Suna to be around Gaara for six months, possibly longer, but she had to deal with stupid idiot natives that tried to steal her provisions. She remembered the man she'd knocked out and left in the sand not long after she'd entered the desert. He'd popped out of the sand like a gopher and tried to steal her belongings. She shook her head as she finally saw the gates of Sunagakure come into sight. With a little extra chakra, she made it within minutes.
She presented her identification at the gates, showed them her scroll, and asked to be taken to see the Kazekage. She'd gotten more than a few curious looks and she'd regarded them with boredom. Easiest way to dissuade conversation: act like you didn't care what anyone had to say. She stretched as she made her way to the tower where she'd check in with Gaara and get her assignment officially under way. She also yawned, much to her escort's amusement. She shrugged and twisted, cracking her back as she walked.
When they arrived at the office she figured was Gaara's, the escort disappeared and she was left to knock on the door. She reached out to do just that but was stopped by a woman stepping up to her. "Kazekage-sama is busy. What do you want?" Sakura turned her bored emerald eyes onto the woman and realized she was the same unknown woman from the last mission she'd been on.
"I don't answer to you." Sakura snorted and then knocked twice on the door. She could feel the woman's indignation but she didn't care what this woman liked. She had a job to do and come hell or high water she was going to do it. A voice came from within, low and distracted. The woman put her hands on her hips and glared at Sakura.
"I'm the Kazekage's assistant. You come to me before you disturb him." Sakura could feel her irritation building and she bit the inside of her cheek, trying to keep her temper in check. She looked at the 'assistant'. She was dressed in mesh stockings, high heeled sandals, and a green yukata cut so short that Sakura was sure that if the woman sat, it would show more than it hid. The neckline was plunging, much lower than anything Tsunade had ever worn and this woman didn't have nearly the flesh inside to warrant such attention.
"Assistant in what? As I recall, you stood there while the Kazekage was almost killed. I saved his life. You are little more than a pandering woman attempting to stick yourself to him in the hopes people will believe you are a couple." She noticed the woman's surprised expression and she shook her head. "What you don't seem to understand about the Kazekage is that he does not find such revealing clothing to be attractive. He favors more conservative styles. He always has." Sakura then pushed open the door in front of her and slammed it shut behind her.
She arched a brow when she turned and found Gaara standing right in front of her. He had obviously gotten up to see why she had not entered when he'd signaled her to. She thumbed over her shoulder and snorted. "Your puppy started barking at me. I had to muzzle her." She noticed his confusion at first and then his obvious annoyance.
"Yes, she can be quite annoying when she wishes to be. The council insisted I take her on as my assistant. I have banished her from my office, as she continuously tries to seduce me. Quite openly as well. Such brashness is…unattractive." Sakura felt smug satisfaction that she'd known his tastes better than a woman who was around him constantly. Then again, she'd grown up knowing him through Naruto.
"Not to mention she's dressed like she walked straight from the red light district to this office." Sakura commented offhandedly. She knew kunoichi dressed for seduction, but they usually reserved that for when on missions. Maneuverability was more important in everyday life. She looked over to see amusement shining in the eyes of the red headed Kazekage. She arched a brow at that. "Have I said something to amuse you?" She noticed his lips twitch and he turned away from her.
"You took the words right out of my mouth, actually." Sakura laughed openly then and shook her head. She then walked up to his desk and put the scroll on it. Suspicion lit her eyes as she regarded the back of his head.
"So why did you really send this mission to Konoha? You knew Naruto would send me." She noticed him still but he otherwise gave no indication of his thoughts. He turned and she noticed his features were schooled once more.
"I have need of your assistance in training my medics. Our last master medic passed away three days ago. The majority of my combat medics are unsure in their skills. Even the hospital staff is second guessing itself without his presence." Sakura narrowed her eyes on him before nodding, crossing her arms over her chest.
"So basically you need someone to assure them that what they were taught is proficient and to help them realize that they can do it without running back to a teacher to see if they are doing it right." Gaara nodded, his eyes hooded as he regarded her.
"Very aptly put. Yes, I am in need of someone to ensure that my medical staff is up to par. Konoha has the best medics out of all the villages. To be on par with Konoha would mean that we are doing something right." Sakura nodded and closed her eyes. She listened to him and tried to decipher what he wasn't saying.
"So where will I be staying for the duration of this mission?" Sakura heard him make a slight humming sound.
"I can arrange for you to be put up in a room at our embassy for foreign shinobi or you are welcome to stay with my family at the Kage Manor. You are a personal friend of Naruto as well as Temari. It would be an honor." She hid her smirk at the hopeful note in his voice that he didn't even seem to realize was there. He wanted her to stay at the Manor.
"I think it would be best staying at the Manor. At least I'll have Temari's company at dinner most nights." She opened her eyes to see him staring very intently at her. He closed his eyes and nodded.
"Very well. I will make the arrangements." Sakura nodded and smirked, pushing off the desk and turning to regard him.
"Oh, and Kazekage-sama?" She noticed him look over at her, his brow arched. She felt something wicked curl through her suddenly. "Try to put me in a room with a private bath. I tend not to wear anything to bed." She noticed his eyes widen as she threw up her arms and stretched. "I think I'll head over to the hospital and see just what I'm up against. I'll see you at the Manor, Kazekage-sama."
Gaara stared after her, his eyes wide. Had she really just said that to him? He felt fire racing through his veins. She hadn't done anything wrong, she'd just given him fair warning, hadn't she? He shook his head and sat back down at his desk, working on his paperwork. However, he couldn't seem to concentrate, because he was plagued by images of Sakura on a bed in nothing but her skin and a sheet. He shook his head and growled. She'd intentionally put that image in his head, damn her!
With a grumble he sat back in his chair, closing his eyes and attuning himself to the desert. He could feel each grain of sand in his territory. Could feel animals slipping over it, the people of his village walking around outside. That life that teemed all around. And then he felt a spike of anger. He used his sand to pinpoint the angry stomps. It was Sakura. Just like that, he felt lust pierce him. Her anger was like an aphrodisiac for him. The angrier she became, the hotter he got. He stepped over to his window and looked out towards the hospital.
Another spike of anger and he gasped as his body reacted. He disappeared and found himself in the shadows of the hospital, observing what was going on. Sakura was standing in the middle of the reception hall, hands on her hips and glaring at a man who was easily three times her size. That did not deter her, however, because Gaara saw anger flare in her eyes. "Look, mister, you would be better off to just leave. She came to the hospital with a broken arm, a black eye, several broken ribs and bruises all over her body. Despite her claim that she fell, I found finger sized bruises on her arms and I can tell from her x-rays she's been shaken. And with the attitude you're giving me right now, I can pretty much figure out what happened. So let me give you a little advice. I see you in this hospital again, I'll put you in the ground, got it?"
Gaara looked at the man, who was glaring at Sakura. The rosette didn't seem at all intimidated. "You and what army, little girl? I have every right to be here. She's my wife. I own her." Gaara's eyes narrowed on the man, but his ire paled in comparison to the dark look that crept onto Sakura's features.
"The only thing you own is a bad attitude and a big mouth." Sakura hissed. Gaara gasped and had to press his hands against his trousers as his body physically reacted to her. He panted as he watched Sakura uncoil. She was like a panther who'd been roused before it was ready. He watched as the man growled and advanced on her. She didn't budge. Gaara was about to interfere when he remembered her anger from the last time he had. And though her anger aroused him, he did not want it directed at him. But he would gladly help her burn off that rage if beating the crap out of the man before her didn't ease it.
Gaara watched as the man made to grab Sakura and she reached out, flicking him in the forehead, much as he'd heard Naruto describe Tsunade had done to him their first meeting. The large man yelped and flew backwards, flying out the open doors to the hospital and crashing into a building across the street. The shinobi at the doors to the hospital stared in shock but Gaara felt himself shuddering in arousal. The boredom on her face belied the anger simmering below the surface. She crossed her arms over her chest and snorted. "I doubt he'll be back." She then turned and walked off. He could feel the anger vibrating through her and he closed his eyes as a shiver went up his spine. He wanted her…and he wasn't sure once would be enough.
Sakura sat in the bathtub of her suite in the Kazekage Manor. Apparently Gaara had taken her warning to heart and had put her in a room with its own bath. She sighed and smiled as she stared up at the ceiling. Her smile turned to a frown, however, when she remembered what had happened at the hospital today. There weren't nearly enough Shinobi working in the hospital. There was no kind of security there in case guys like the one from today showed up. If she hadn't taken care of him, he'd have surely gotten his hands on the little woman he'd claimed as his wife and possibly killed the poor thing. She scowled and sat up in her bath. Perhaps she should take this matter to Gaara?
She bit her lip as she remembered sensing his chakra in the hospital but, something had been off about it. It had been chaotic, something that didn't normally happen with the stoic red head. She decided to finish up her bath and she stood, wrapping a towel around herself and heading out into her bedroom. She was fully unpacked, so she went to her dresser and pulled out a pair of loose fitting black pants and a green tank top. She slid into her lacey light blue undies, the pants, and debated putting a bra on and going to talk to Gaara. She bit her lip and shook her head. She'd talk to him about it tomorrow morning.
She slipped her tank top over her head and settled it into place. With a sigh, she went to her balcony. She was surprised to see that Gaara was sitting on the railing, his back against the frame of his door. His head was resting against the frame, his eyes closed. With a mischievous smirk, she hopped up on her railing and stepped over to his, crouching between his legs. He had one leg up, his arm on his knee, while the other just laid there. She stared at his face and realized he was quite handsome when he wasn't scowling perpetually. She had just reached out to touch him when his voice made her stiffen.
"Do you need something, Haruno-san?" Her eyes narrowed on him as he kept his eyes closed. With a pout she sat down, her legs crossed, as if she was going to meditate.
"Dammit, you're just as bad as Neji, ruining my fun." She grumbled and crossed her arms over her chest. She noticed him crack one eye open, taking her in slowly.
"I apologize. Shall I close my eyes once more and pretend to not sense you?" He noticed her glower at him and he felt the pull of a smirk.
"Actually, maybe you should hide in the shadows and watch me take care of assholes that stroll into the hospital at random." Both his eyes were open now as he regarded her.
"I was merely adhering to your earlier request not to interfere with your battles. Had I felt your life was in danger, I would have intervened." Sakura gave him an arch look before looking away from him.
"I'm sure." She huffed before looking back at him, seriousness in her eyes. "All joking aside, incidents like that can quickly escalate, especially when civilians are confronted like that. You need more shinobi active in the hospital. They don't even have to be med-nins. In Konoha, all shinobi rotate through hospital duty. Most serve as security but no one is exempt. I'm going to need you to gather all present shinobi to have them tested. I can weed out those with the kind of chakra control necessary for medical training. I'll also need your permission to discontinue their field missions in order to train them properly. I know at least three with the required control that I've come across over the years of interacting with your village." Gaara nodded and looked at Sakura, his eyes taking in her form. Her dedication to this mission was noble, but not what he desperately craved at this moment.
He noticed her shift and then she was leaning towards him suddenly. He startled and almost lost his balance on the railing. He noticed her curious eyes staring at him. "Your chakra has been fluctuating strangely lately. Is something the matter?" She noticed him stiffen and then the strangest thing happened…his ears turned red. She arched a brow but he just stood and hopped down, heading into his room. Sakura followed after him, suddenly very curious. She would get answers…one way or another.
Gaara felt his insides churning. She could feel his inner turmoil through his chakra? Could others sense it as well? He was extremely put off by this. What would happen if she found out about his strange reaction to her anger? His mind was racing, distracting him from the fact that Sakura had followed him into his room. She was regarding him with a strange, closed expression. He heard a rustle and looked over to find Sakura standing by his bed, her attention on the fluttering pages of his journal. He blanched as he remembered what he'd been writing about since he'd first discovered his strange reaction to her anger: her.
He noticed her eyes widen as she caught sight of one of his sketches. It was one of many small doodles he'd made inside his journal as he'd written and thought about her. One had her smiling as she had when she'd helped rescue him. Another was her face twisted in rage, as she had been when she'd fought Uchiha that day and he'd discovered that her anger turned him on. And the last one, the one he'd been working on before needing to feel the cool breeze on his heated skin, was of what he thought her face would look like as he made love to her. He felt his ears burning and heat creeping up his neck as she stared.
She then turned bemused eyes to him. "Having a hard time getting me off your mind, Kazekage-sama?" She asked in a teasing voice. He narrowed his eyes on her, a slight scowl twisting his lips at the truth of her words.
"As a matter of fact, yes. I am not sure what is going on exactly, only that I feel…warm…" He blushed slightly and looked away. He could feel the amusement radiating from her.
"Warm, huh?" She asked and he looked over at her as she pressed one finger against one of the pages in his journal. " 'I feel this inexplicable tightness in my lower region when I can sense her anger. It is strange, yet not unpleasant. I have heard Kankuro speak of such a thing before. He referred to it as a 'fetish'. I am as of yet unsure if what I am feeling could be classified as such, but I do know that I experience deep stabs of lust when she displays anger in my presence.' I think that's a little more than warm, Gaara." He noticed her voice was lower than before…huskier.
He then turned to her, his eyes locked with hers. "What would you have me say, Sakura? That when I felt your anger today through the sands of the desert that I became aroused? That when I felt your anger at the hospital and came to investigate that I had to dig the heel of my palm into my own groin because your anger affected me physically?" He noticed her eyes widen and he took the few steps needed to close the gap between them. "Your anger has the ability to stir my body in ways that should not be possible. I have physical reactions to it depending on the severity." He whispered to her, making her blush. He could feel the heat creeping up his neck.
"It was all I could do to control myself when you entered my office today. Your anger was like fire in my veins, burning in my loins with a desire I could neither understand nor control." His voice was unrecognizable to his own ears. It was lower, huskier, than he'd ever heard it. He watched as Sakura looked deep into his eyes, her own emeralds sparkling with something he found unfamiliar. He noticed her about to speak when a knock interrupted them. Gaara looked over his shoulder and noticed the offender opened the door. It was his 'assistant'. Gaara's eyes narrowed on the woman.
"What's the meaning of this intrusion?" The woman's eyes narrowed on Sakura before going back to Gaara.
"There's been an issue at the hospital. Several of the staff reported seeing someone sneaking around the perimeter and then the alarm went off." Gaara noticed Sakura stiffen before whirling on the woman. Anger jolted through Sakura and Gaara had to stifle his gasp of arousal.
"Was it a break in or something else?" Gaara noticed with panting dismay that the woman seemed disinclined to answer Sakura. This only made the pinkette angrier, which in turned caused him to become more aroused. With a hiss, Gaara looked at his assistant.
"What happened?" He demanded. The girl seemed surprised at his harsh tone, but blamed it on Sakura's presence.
"A patient is missing. The nurses were frantic and alerted the guards on duty, but there's no trace of either the intruder nor the patient." Gaara felt all the anger inside Sakura freeze before suddenly erupting like a volcano. Even his assistant seemed to sense it, because she took a step back from the fuming kunoichi. Gaara felt his nethers jerk with excitement when she turned blazing emerald eyes on him.
"The man from earlier. He must have come back to the ER to take his wife. Can you track him?" Gaara was dazed for a moment before he realized what she was asking. He shook his head and closed his eyes, searching. He grunted when he sensed large, heavy feet running towards a system of caves hidden not far from Suna.
"I've found him. He's not civilian, but he's not full shinobi. I think he may be an academy drop out." He whispered to her. She nodded and looked him dead in the eyes.
"I'm afraid I must inform you of my intent now, Kazekage-sama. I have no intentions of bringing this man back alive." She hissed and pushed passed his assistant. She jumped from his balcony to hers and was back moments later with her sandals and her weapon pouch. She also had her utility belt on. He said nothing as she stepped up to him, her eyes boring into his. "Time to get my patient back." He nodded and wrapped his arm around her waist. His sand came up around them and they disappeared.
Gaara shuddered as her anger caused another bolt of lust to rip through him. She'd stopped the man mid beating and punched him so hard his heart had stopped. She had then proceeded to treat the small woman who he'd claimed was his wife. He could feel her anger escalating as she treated the woman, who'd wept uncontrollably since she'd been saved. He could feel her anger simmering beneath the surface, though none of it translated over into her demeanor towards the frightened woman.
Gaara summoned two of his ANBU, who appeared silently. He looked at the body and then the woman. Both had nodded and split up, one going to the body and then disappearing while the other went to the woman and spoke softly. The woman had nodded and thanked Sakura for her help, albeit tearfully, and the ANBU had disappeared with her as well. That left Gaara alone with a very angry Sakura. He watched her as she stood slowly, her form shaking. He was ready when she threw a punch at the boulder before her and disintegrated it.
He moved, faster than she'd anticipated, and had her pinned beneath him. She could see the arousal in his eyes…could feel the rigid evidence of his desire. She glared, her anger far from depleted. She heaved up against him and he shuddered, his erection throbbing as he ground himself against her. He caught her wrist as she brought up her arm to throw him off. He twisted her so that she was on her stomach beneath him. He discarded her belt and pouch, piling them near her head. She jerked, trying to knock him away, but he held tight. With a growl, he yanked her sleeping pants down around her knees, her lace panties joining them.
Sakura hissed and growled at him, threatening him with bodily harm. Her anger just fueled him as he leaned against her and thrust once, seating himself inside her all the way. She shrieked and her arms gave out, sending her face first into the sand. With a groan he captured both her wrists in one hand and used the other to push her top up around her shoulders. He pulled out and slowly began pushing back in, his hand going to her breast as he leaned over her, his lips trailing over her shoulders. He felt her legs trembling and he sped up his thrusts a bit, making her gasp. His lips stretched into a small smile against her shoulders before he groaned quietly, his pace quickening.
His hand kneaded her breast, traveling to her other and kneading it as he hugged her tightly to him. He shuddered as pleasure whipped through him and his hand left her breast, skimming down her stomach to where they were joined. He brushed his fingers over her sex and almost came when her inner muscles jerked him deeper into her. He brushed against her repeatedly, purring as she cried out incoherently. He clenched his jaw as he felt her muscles suddenly grip him tightly, her cries growing in volume as she came. Between his forceful strokes and wandering hands, she hadn't stood a chance.
Wanting to completely deplete her of any anger she may still have, he stopped moving as her body slowly returned to normal. When he felt her muscles stop twitching, he started moving in deep, slow digs. He heard her gasp again and begin to shiver. He sped up, his hips slapping against her in excitement as he felt her muscles clenching again. It wouldn't be long before she came again. Releasing her wrists, he grabbed one breast while his other hand was busy between her legs. He heard her cry out and started thrusting faster into her, his jaw clenched against his impending climax. He purred when her legs gave out and the only thing holding her up was him.
He could feel her body thrashing, her climax washing over her and bathing his erection with warm wetness. Her sweet core dragging him deeper and deeper into her body finally did him in as he hissed and pressed his forehead against her back, his hips slamming against her ass in hard, frantic thrusts. He could feel his seed entering her in powerful jetting streams. When he'd finally emptied himself inside of her, he partially collapsed, his elbows and knees quivering with the effort of keeping his weight off of her. He could only smile when she gave a content purr.
Sakura watched with part amusement, part disdain as Gaara's 'assistant' tried valiantly to flirt with the red head. For his part, he seemed more inclined to ignore her advances than send her way. Probably because he'd been chewed out by the council for sending her away last time. Sakura sat on the stone banister of his balcony, looking out over Suna. Six months had come and gone and still the medical staff wasn't ready to be left to their own devices. She was pretty sure Gaara had something to do with that, though. He was rather fond of his medic.
Her smile disappeared when she heard the woman whine. Sakura hated when she whined. Mainly because she thought she managed to pull off being sexy as she whined and would only continue longer unless stopped. Anger flared in the pinkette and she noticed Gaara straighten instantly, his eyes going to her unnervingly. She smirked with self satisfaction as her eyes locked with his and she noticed his ears turning red. Sakura stood and made her way inside, ignoring the kunoichi attempting to seduce her lover. Sakura hooded her eyes, making him shift. No matter where she went in the room, his eyes followed her.
She smirked when she heard the girl behind her growling, obviously not happy that Gaara was paying attention to another woman. Just to add fuel to the fire, Sakura leaned forward, making sure he could see the swell of her cleavage. "Kazekage-sama, when was your last checkup?" She noticed red creeping up his neck and she smirked. They'd just explored each other very thoroughly last night…and this morning…and at lunch. The slightest spark of anger from Sakura and they were going at it.
"Six weeks ago." He stated matter of fact. He noticed her smirk and he closed his eyes. "Are you still sensing those fluctuations in my chakra?" She outright smiled then.
"As a matter of fact, it's fluctuating right now. Do you feel anything?" Her voice was low, almost a purr. He regarded her before putting a hand to his chest.
"Warm." He stated quietly. Sakura turned and ordered his assistant out so she could give him a 'check up'.