Sakura listened to Gaara's steady heartbeat through his back. She started counting the time, listening to her own heart beating as well, to a slightly different rhythm. Gaara's heart beat very slowly it seemed, compared to her own heart. It felt heavy, and comforting. She always liked the sound of hearts beating.
"Sakura?" Gaara asked, suddenly feeling a strange wetness on his back.
"Uh?" Sakura lifted her head off his back with a start.
Gaara turned and frowned at her. "You just fell asleep on my back didn't you?"
"Of course not!" She replied, though not managing to sound convincing.
"You did! You even drooled!"
"Don't be silly, that's just..." She wiped the wet spot of his back with her sleeve as she tried to come up with an excuse. Damn. She couldn't believe she had just done that. How could she fall asleep on Gaara's back – how was that even possible?
Gaara shook his head. "I don't want you anywhere near me until you take a nap." He told her. "I'm going to take a shower now."
Sakura watched him go, blushing. How embarrassing was that?
Once Gaara got into the bathroom he started laughing. It was strange, how it forced its way out of his stomach, this laughter. He wondered, when was the last time he had had to repress laughter?