Gaara was never really sure if he enjoyed parties. He was pretty sure he didn't. There was always so much noise, so many people, everyone bumping up against each other... It wasn't his thing.
"Great party eh?" A voice yelled into his ear. He pulled his head away and sighed, resisting the urge to rub his temples. He wasn't made for this kind of thing. "Not for you?" The voice yelled again. He frowned and turned to see who it was who insisted on pestering him.
As soon as he turned Sakura grabbed his face and kissed him. She didn't care that there were a few hundred people surrounding them – she just wanted to do it. And he did too – as soon as she let go he grabbed her around the waist, leaned her backwards and kissed her long and hard.
Everyone around them burst out cheering loudly. When they came up for air again, Sakura's breath was knocked out of her by all the people slapping her on the back. She laughed and grabbed Gaara's hand. "Sorry I'm late." She told him.
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"You told me that when it rained everyone turned out to party." Sakura answered. "A city wide party – do you think I would miss that?"
Gaara laughed and shook his head. "No, of course not."
"And you know, I kind of missed you."