Sakura woke up when she felt her pillow moving. Now why would her pillow be moving?
Maybe because her pillow was in fact Gaara.
She sat up quickly, staring at Gaara with frightened eyes. He tried not to laugh, seeing how terrified she looked to be found in bed with him. It wasn't the first time they had been in this situation.
"I'm so sorry!" Sakura stammered quickly. She looked down at his chest where she had been sleeping and noticed a big spot of drool that she tried to wipe away. She looked at that while she was talking, not looking up to meet his eyes. "I wouldn't normally do this, right? I mean, it was kind of your idea, but you were really drunk, and I took advantage of that and I'm sorry, but I was drunk too, otherwise I never would have..."
"So if you weren't drunk you wouldn't touch me?" Gaara asked. Sakura looked up to meet his eyes, and was surprised to see that he looked angry. She hadn't seen him looking angry in some time.
"No." She breathed. When his frown deepened she quickly went on. "I mean, you wouldn't want that... would you?"
Gaara looked away.
"Would you?" She asked again, starting to really wonder. When Gaara still said nothing she smiled. "Because if you would, then I could sleep with you every night."
Gaara turned back to look at her, and she realized what she had just said. She sounded like a floozy, didn't she? "I didn't mean 'sleep' sleep, you know. I meant... Ah hell." She stood up and scratched her head, embarrassed.
"Maybe I would."
Sakura stared at Gaara.
She laughed.
"Are you laughing at me?" She asked.
"You're the one laughing." Gaara pointed out. She stopped.
"Yeah, sure. Let's do it." Sakura said. Once again she blushed, having just said something that could be taken in the wrong context. She spun on her heel and left the room. "I'm hungry. I'm making breakfast."