Silently, she fumed all day. She had actually been looking forward to that, hadn't she? Why? Why did Gaara ask to sleep together and then pretend nothing happened, and then ignore her? Why did she have to be so angry?
She finished work early and went home to work on removing the next seal from Gaara. When she got home he was lying on the couch, asleep. She walked up to him, at first thinking to wake him up for training, and maybe to give him a piece of her mind, but as she got closer the urge faded.
How could anyone look so worried while they slept?
Quietly, gently, she slid onto the couch beside him. She was surprised when he snaked his arm around her, but not unhappy. Gaara did some surprising things when he wasn't conscious, she mused. When he was drunk, or dying, or asleep, she felt that then she got to see another part of his personality. She smiled. She thought, if Gaara had been living with Naruto they probably wouldn't sleep together like this.
She thought suddenly of Aki and her smile disappeared. Maybe Aki and Gaara napped like this all the time. Maybe there was a reason Gaara seemed so comfortable in this situation; maybe it was because of that woman. Sakura frowned, and felt wrong suddenly, sneaking into Gaara's arms like this.
When she tried to slide back without waking Gaara his grip on her shirt tightened. Sakura frowned. What was he thinking? She wiggled around, trying to get out, but Gaara wouldn't budge. In fact, he rolled over, effectively pinning her to the couch. She tried not to growl in frustration. She couldn't get away now, but how was she ever going to get to sleep in this position? Was she going to have to lie here, awake, under an unconscious Gaara?
She thought of waking him, but the thought of waking him up while she was pinned under him was mortifying, to say the least. So she waited, hoping for a chance to escape.