Chapter 22

Gaara looked around him slowly, eyeing the small space that Sakura refered to as her home. It was...warm, he supposed. With the walls the color of a sunset, beige with the slightest of orange, and dark colored furniture. A television was positioned to his right, pushed up against a flat wall with a burgundy couch and two recliners across from it. One stone coffee table was positioned opposite of the couch.

The kitchen was to the left, not very small and not very large either. A breakfast table occupied one corner while counters and appliances lined the other three walls. Ahead of him, a hall stretched for a few yards leading to three different rooms from what he could tell.

"It's not much, but it's home." Sakura said as she tossed her keys into a dish by the front door. "My safe place."

Gaara glanced over at her from the corner of his eyes, and his heated, intense gaze made her visibly tremble. His lips twitched into a feral smile.

Sakura shook herself from her momentary daze and smiled shakily at him. "Do you, um, want something to drink?" she offered, not used to having company over in her home for a long period of time.

Gaara shrugged, not really used to the feeling of being a guest in a home. He hardly remembered what it felt like to live in one, much less how to act when inside in one. The things he could remember of homely places were from the books he read at the facility. Now that he thought about it, books were the only thing that had connected him to the outside world throughout his life. They had even taught him how to drive, which Sakura had asked him about on the drive here.

It seemed to have shocked her that he had learned just from reading. He didn't see how it was odd, books were the only source of information at the institution. Thanks to the books, he knew partly of how to adapt on the outside. Still, being in a home put him on edge, like he didn't really belong.

Sakura pawed through the contents of her refridgerator and groaned loudly in annoyance. Naruto. That's the only thing she could think at the moment. She knew she never should have handed the key to her home to him. She should have just snatched it back, because she was paying dearly for it in grocery bills.

He must have been over while she was gone. Him and Kiba from the looks of her bare fridge. Sakura put her hands on her hips as she leaned further into her refridgerator, examining the remnants of what had previously been a well stocked fridge, but had rapidly deteriorated to a skeleton of half empty racks. As she studied what had once been a full carton of milk -now less than a quarter full- she heard an almost silent laugh behind her.

Gaara, having heard her groan of agitation, stepped into the kitchen. Upon seeing her bent over at the waist and examining the contents of her food storage, Gaara leaned casually against the doorframe of the kitchen archway. His arms folded over his chest as his leering eyes trailed from Sakura's toned calfs and thighs to her very well rounded bottom.

As her hands came to rest on her hips and she leaned further in, he wondered just what was so interesting about the contents. He wasn't complaining though. The view he was presented with was nothing short of interesting and satisfying. Her irratation was so thick in the air, he could imagine cutting it with a knife, and an almost non-existant chuckle escaped his throat at her antics. Was she so worried about her food stock?

Sakura stiffened immediatly at the sound and attempted to jerk into a standing positon. Had it not been for her head so far into her fridge, she might have suceeded. As it was, she only managed in getting halfway straightned before getting bonked on the head by the mid section of her appliance.

"Ouch!" she yelped and stumbled backwards, rubbing her abused head. "I'm going to kill Naruto." Sakura muttered under her breath as she turned toward Gaara.

His gleaming eyes pinned her to the floor as a sadistic grin slowly spread over his lips. She trembled slightly as he dipped his head foreward, allowing his blood red bangs fall across his glittering eyes. Sakura suppressed the urge to step back from the sight, and the urge to step toward him, too. She didn't exactly know what he was doing, but it was elicting a burning in her lower stomach.

"Gaara?" she tried, and glanced over her shoulder at the fridge as the door clicked closed. "Um, my fridge is kind of on the empty side, do you....want...want some...um," He words slowly stopped as Gaara stepped closer to her, cornering her in her small kitchen.

He manuvered his body to perfectly trap her between him and the counter behind her, and a stab of excitment shot through him as he saw her eyes flicker with insecurity. Good. He wanted her to be wary, to not know what to expect. This little game he was planning wouldn't be near as much fun if she knew what was coming.

"G-Gaara....?"

The man in question placed his hands on the counter behind Sakura, and pressed his body against her own. He felt her jump in surprise, and a low growl emanated from deep within his throat. He pressed closer, and rested his lips over the soft skin of her neck, smiling at her sharp intake of breath

"Having second thoughts?" he questioned, as his tongue flicked over her skin. "You brought someone considered mentally insane into your home. I'm unstable," he breathed, and Sakura shivered."I could kill you if I wanted."

As the last word left his lips, Gaara bit the soft flesh under his mouth. Sakura yelped and jumped back, bumping against the counter, before turning her shocked eyes upon the man in front of her. The fire racing through her had her blood buzzing, and the desire she felt was nothing short of consuming her whole.

Gaara leaned in and whispered darkly, seductively, in her ear, "Run."

Sakura blinked and stared at him in confusion. "Gaara, I-"

"Run," he repeated, and moved to the side slightly. "But-" she started. Again he cut her off, growling at her hesitance. His hand shot out and tangled in her pink locks at nape of her neck. Gaara pulled her closer to him and pressed his lips to hers in firm and demanding kiss, effectively make her knees shake and hard to stand.

As he pulled back, he gave her a soft push toward the kitchen archway and repeated his demand. She turned to him and, tilting her head to the side, took a slow step backwards out of the kitchen. Her eyes lit up at the sight of him mirroring her movements, only his step was forward, toward her. A sly smile curved her luscious lips. So he wanted to play, did he?

Well, she thought as she took another step back, watching in pure delight as he followed, it was time to play. Whirling around, the pinkette bounded across the space to the middle of the living room and halted on the other side of the stone table. Her gaze cut to Gaara as he placed himself on the other side of the barrier, an evil grin quirking his lips.

Sakura put her hands on her hips and gazed at him heatedly through half lidded eyes. "Let's play, Demon boy." she teased in a seductive voice as she licked her lips tauntingly.

At her words she shot past him and made for the hallway. Just as she was going to slip into one of the rooms, a strong arm encircled her waist and she was yanked away from it.

Gaara barked a laugh at her attempts to struggle from his grasp and pinned her to the wall. Sakura rolled her eyes and smirked at him. "Oh please," she breathed as one of her hands slipped between them tugged at the waistband of Gaara's jeans. "like I can't get out of this one."

"Careful woman. You're playing with fire." he growled as he fingers slid inside his pants.

Sakura laughed. "Then I guess I'll just have to be burned. This fire is too much fun for me to stop playing with now."

Gaara balked violently and closed his eyes tight as Sakura's nimble fingers encircled his fully erect member. "Is this really the same Gaara that said he could kill me a few moments ago?" Sakura questioned, a triumphant smile on her features. Gaara struggled to open his eyes as Sakura's hand took on a mind of it's own, moving in ways that had him straining to fight for his lost control.

"Don't m-mock....me." he choked. Gaara blinked in quick succession to attempt to clear the blurry effect on his vision as his arms trembled. Pressing his chest right against Sakura's, he rested his forehead on the wall next to her ear as his forearms leaned against the wall. What was happening? He had had the upper hand, and he didn't like his loss of the lead. It was frustrating, and as his breaths came out in short spurts, it became clearer that he didn't like being dominated. At all.

Sakura watched in wonder as Gaara grappled with the effort to keep himself in check. It was amusing to watch, and very endearing. It was a new sensation to have power of someone, and it was invigorating. Her hand took on a new position and began pumping faster, harder, wanting to see his face when he went over the edge.

Gaara let out a strangled noise of anger and frustration before his hand shot down and gripped Sakura's wrist in a hold of steel. His breathing slowed and his tensed muscles relaxed slightly as she released him. Though his body wanted her to continue what her hands had started, his urge to show who was really boss was stronger.

Gaara felt himself straining against his jeans, and the animalistic urge to take her right there almost consumed him. Though it was difficult, more so than he could have ever imagined, he forced himself to not fuck her to oblivion and play it out. Tease her and crumple her resolve. Satisfaction would be more delicous.

"Your fun is over." He growled. "My turn." Jerking her hand out of his jeans and his throbbing erection, he wrapped his hands around her wrists, forming manacles around them.

As Sakura's hands were lifted above her head, Gaara grinded against her pelvis with his own, earning a throaty moan from her person. Gaara was one hot mess, she realized. One very hot mess.

Just as Gaara rocked against her once more, a shrill ringing erupted from the living room. Sakura groaned in annoyance as Gaara snarled under his breath.

"Naruto." Sakura snapped and dropped her head in defeat.

Gaara backed off and and glared at the phone that was ringing loudly in the other room. "I want to kill him."

Sakura pushed off the wall and almost wanted to cry from what she had just been deprived of. "I want to too. But I can't kill my brother."

As Sakura walked to answer the phone, thought after thought of throttling the blonde, who she considered blood, raced through her mind. He would deffinatly pay for this. Dearly.