A/N: I do not own Naruto!
"All part of the job, she says. Hazard of being a medical kunoichi, she says." Grumbling met his ears and he turned to look over his shoulder. The sight that met him made him speechless. Haruno Sakura, Konoha's number one medical researcher and medic nin, was making her way to his office, in nothing but scraps of what he assumed was her previous uniform. His mouth opened and closed several times as he watched her approach. He'd left his door open to help circulate the early evening air from his window to the rest of the office. It had been a scorcher today and the cooling unit that normally kept the building comfortable had worked so hard it had overtaxed itself and was now under maintenance.
He didn't manage to find his voice until she was all but storming into his office. "S-Sakura-san!? What happened to you?" His genuine shock and concern had her looking up at him, her shoulder length pink hair highlighting those beautiful green eyes she sported. He noticed her lips form a tight line and knew, irrevocably, that he was not going to like her answer.
"The cooling unit at the hospital stopped working today around noon, right at the peak of the heat. Some of the patients became…" He noticed her hesitate, as if she was remembering a specific incident. She sighed and looked back down at her uniform…or what was left of it. "Belligerent." His face twisted with confusion before he took a step towards her.
"Are you alright? Did anyone hurt you?" He couldn't afford to have to send a message to this woman's home that she'd been attacked in his hospital. He'd been lucky her teacher and Hokage, Tsunade, had allowed her to come out here for the duration of this mission as it was. If he wrote back explaining she'd been attacked…he shook that thought from his head and regarded her carefully. He noticed a spark of temper in those green eyes and had to stifle his gasp of awareness. He'd never realized how truly beautiful she was when her temper flared.
"My idiot Shishou is to blame for all this." She growled and shifted uncomfortably. He noticed and motioned her to follow him. He was still confused, however.
"I do not understand, Sakura-san. Why is Tsunade-sama to blame for what has happened to you?" He noticed her shift slightly, trying to keep what remained of her uniform from falling away from her and exposing her to his gaze.
"Tsunade-sama wrote and recommended flowers be given to each long term patient. She recommended we use flowers that had healing properties." She gave a long suffering sigh and dropped her head. "Your medics brought in Raispan flowers." He arched a brow at her, curious. He gasped silently as he noticed a scrap of her uniform slipping through her fingers to land on the floor. It bared more of her creamy flesh to him.
"I don't understand. Raispan flowers have all kinds of medicinal uses." He noticed her shaking slightly and he reached out to her. "Sakura-san, are you sure you're alright?" When she looked up, he gasped and drew his hand back slightly. There was a dangerous sheen to her beautiful meadow green eyes.
"Under normal conditions, yes, Raispan flowers are excellent choices for just such an occasion. However…" he noticed her reach into the tattered pocket on her right thigh. It drew his attention to how much skin she really was showing at this point. His attention was snagged when a sweet and spicy scent flitted across his senses. It made his feel edgy…aggressive…hot. He turned his eyes up to hers and he noticed her arch a brow at him. "You can feel it now, can't you?" He stiffened at her words. She'd known what he was feeling?
"I don't know what you mean." He tried to sound logical, but his voice was husky and even he could hear it. He noticed her roll her eyes before crushing the flowers in her gloved fists. Immediately the scent dispersed and he felt normal again. His eyes widened and he looked up at her. "I don't understand. What just happened?" Sakura sighed and walked completely into his office. He followed, looked both ways down his hall, and then retreated inside with Sakura, closing the doors behind him.
He turned to find her standing in front of the closet in his office, the tatters of her uniform hanging all around her waist as she rummaged through his collection of mismatched clothes that he had, at some point or other, left here at the office. His eyes widened slightly when she took one of his old fish net shirts and pulled it over her head. On him, it came down to just above his pants line. On her, it came down just below her breasts. He continued to stare at her while she dug around in his clothes. She seemed to notice, because she looked at him over her shoulder.
"Do you know what other uses Raispan flowers have, Gaara-sama?" He arched one invisible brow at her before looking away slightly.
"They can be fermented into a nicely flavored brandy, or blanched to make a salad out of if you are truly desperate for nutrients. Otherwise, I am not sure where this is going, Sakura-san…" He noticed her pull one of his white dress shirts out of the pile and slip it on over her head. It came down to just below her rear. He watched as she discarded her tattered uniform and threw it into his trashcan. He arched a brow when she sat down in his chair and crossed her legs. He stiffened as that sweet and spicy scent enveloped him once more. Only this time, his attention was focused solely on Sakura.
"There's a reason other countries don't keep large stocks of Raispan flowers in their hidden villages, Gaara-sama." He canted his head to the side. If he didn't know any better, he'd be certain her voice had taken on a husky note. He shook his head and looked over at her.
"You mentioned it had other uses. What were you referring to?" He noticed a blush stain her cheeks and she looked away.
"Raispan flowers, in their natural form, give off a pheromone that affects various living creatures in different ways. That smell you detected earlier, that was the pheromone of the Raispan flowers. It made you feel, for lack of better wording, hot and bothered, didn't it?" His eyes widened and he blushed brightly, looking away from her. Just because it was true didn't mean he'd cop to it. He noticed her blush and look away from him. "In some countries, especially those famous for their red light districts, Raispan flowers are used as an unconsumed aphrodisiac." Gaara's eyes widened as he stared at her. She was sitting in his chair, looking more than a little hot and bothered herself, talking about the decorating habits of brothels and love hotels.
"By unconsumed, you must mean they are used as a decoration, much as…" His eyes widened even more as he realized the ramifications of his medical staff's actions. He'd have a bunch of patients at the hospital trying to seduce his medical staff! His mouth fell open as he stared at Sakura, who was blushing and rubbing up and down her white clad arms. Sudden intense, unadulterated rage laced through him at the thought of someone putting their hands on Sakura against her will. He swore that the thoughts running through his head at that moment were much like the ones Shukaku used to force on him. He shook his head and made his way over to her, looking down into her eyes, his jade ones boring into her meadow green ones intently.
"Sakura…are you saying that my hospital is about to become a glorified love hotel?" He noticed irritation spark through her and she sighed, her hands stilling and her eyes closing.
"Apparently it is an 'acceptable hazard' of not completely researching the choice of arrangements used. When the first incidents occurred, I asked the coordinator to list all things that had changed from two hours beforehand. The flowers were the only change. So I had the medical receptionist look up possible side effects of Raispan flowers. The list isn't that long, if you know how to correctly prepare it. Not to mention the fact that it is actually prepared, not left raw like they were." She sighed and leaned her head back, giving him an incredible view of her body. "I've spent the last three hours ridding the hospital of the flowers and treating those affected by them. Hence the tattered clothing. Every male that I came across that needed treatment tried to strip me out of my uniform."
He gave her a once over, covertly of course, and his eyes hooded as arousal swept through him. He had to agree with his fellow shinobi. She did look…delicious. He regarded her through his hooded eyes before crossing his arms over his chest. He nodded in understanding. "I see. An…unfortunate situation given the circumstances." He noticed her eyes snap open and lock with his. There was sudden realization in her eyes as her lips parted slightly and she stared at him as he slowly uncoiled and made his way over to her. When he had her trapped between his body and his chair, he leaned in closer to her and inhaled. She smelled just as good now as she had earlier, only this time he didn't have to worry about her blaming what was going to happen next on the Raispan flowers.
With lightning fast reflexes, he reached out and caged her in his chair, not letting her get up. He leaned in even more, so that their lips were almost touching. "An acceptable hazard, you say?" He purred, staring into her wide and slightly aroused eyes. He noticed her breathing hitch and he rubbed the side of his face against hers. "I think I will be the judge of this so called 'hazard'. You do not mind, do you Sakura-san?" He noticed her stiffen and she glared at him suddenly.
"You just don't make sense, asking something so brazen while being so formal." She huffed before looking away, her cheeks flaming. He arched a brow and smirked, shaking his head.
"I was trying to be charming and woo you, Sakura-san. Would you rather I be more bold and upfront?" He noticed her eyes widen once more and he chuckled, leaning in and capturing her lips. She gasped, giving him access to her mouth. He delved deeper inside the warm depths of her mouth; the same that could sooth or rip apart those around her. She had a very sarcastic wit and he found that just as alluring as any physical property she possessed. When he pulled away, just enough to breathe, he stared at her. Her breathing was heavy, her eyes were hooded, and her skin was slightly flushed. Overall, she made a beautiful sight.
He leaned over her once more and nuzzled his face against her shoulder, inhaling deeply. His eyes widened when he felt his body tighten aggressively. Need slammed into him, hard and fast. That sweet yet spicy scent clung to her very skin. He was definitely in trouble now. With a growl, he grabbed her hands and pulled her up so that her body was pressed tightly to his. He inhaled her scent again and moaned. Every whiff of those pheromones tightened his body to the point of pain. He needed relief, and he needed it now. With a growl, he reached down and grabbed Sakura, hefting her up. She squealed slightly and struggled, but that just made him moan louder.
He turned quickly and with one swipe of his arm, cleared his desk. He laid her back, none too gently, on his desk and pressed himself tightly between her legs. His face was flushed, his pupils were dilated, and his body as taut as a bowstring. With only her in his mind, he leaned down so that he could inhale more of her scent. He rumbled a purr at the feel of her creamy skin against his hands as he ran them up her bare thighs. Her squeak of surprise was delicious as his fingers found only the thin material of her panties separated his hands from her most intimate place.
A whimper had him looking up into her eyes. Her face was flushed bright red and cradled in her dainty hands. Her eyes were wide and shocked, her ajar mouth letting out small pants of breath. He groaned and leaned into her, pressing her body tightly into his desk as he rested only a portion of his weight on her in order to thoroughly kiss her. She made a small, feminine noise of surprise and it hardened his body even more, turning his already aggressive body even more so. He growled and moved his fingers slightly, causing her to cry out in surprise.
He could feel her wet heat against his fingers and it had him shuddering. He whispered incoherently as he continued to move his fingers, sometimes moving them around deep inside her, and sometimes withdrawing them almost completely, only to send them rushing back to her clenching depths. He murmured to her, groaning occasionally as his own thoughts further incited him. And then he felt her body stiffen beneath his, felt her muscles clench his fingers tightly, almost like a vice. A heavenly noise, so sweet and quiet, passed her lips as she came undone in his arms. He watched her, waited, until just the right moment. Just when she thought it couldn't get any better, he made her scream.
The noise was loud, aroused, and it made him even hotter. Her hips bucked against his as he pushed his engorged member into her. Her body pulled him deeper inside her, clenched down on him in excitement. It was all he could do not to spill into her immediately. He leaned into her, his face buried against her neck, his lips trailing kisses along the sweet curve of her shoulder. His hips moved as if of their own accord, slamming against hers so roughly that his thighs slammed into the desk beneath her. He knew there'd be bruising later, but right now, all that mattered was Sakura and her tight body.
He shivered when Sakura pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his hips, her ankles crossing over his ass, as if to push him even further into her. A croon left her lips as he straightened up just enough to look down at her as he slammed into her. A blush stained both their cheeks as their eyes locked. They were so busy staring intently at one another that they didn't hear talking right outside the door, nor did they notice when the door started opening.
"I wonder why this door is-" Wide black eyes stared into the room before slamming the door shut once more. A dumbfounded Kankuro stood on the other side, blocking those with him from reaching for the door once more. He stared into the dark eyes of his sister and shook his head. "G-Gaara is busy. Yes. Very busy."
Those standing around seemed confused, until a distinctly feminine scream echoed through the office in which the Kazekage was sequestered. Everyone stared with wide eyes, except Kankuro, who had his hands over his ears and was shaking his head. Temari had a blush on her cheeks and shook her head. "The hazard of being Kazekage…no privacy…" She sighed and pushed her brother so that he'd start moving along, leading the group away so their brother could have some peace and quiet with whatever woman had managed to capture his affections.