Typhoon
Chapter Three
-Spa Day-
The first thing Sakura saw when she woke up the next day was Gaara's sleeping face. She smiled to herself. He looked so peaceful in sleep. Not wanting to wake him up, she carefully disentangled her legs from his. Crawling off the bed, she made her way to the bathroom in order to get a shower.
Closing the bathroom door softly, she walked over to the shower and turned on the water. While she waited for it to heat up, she brushed her teeth. After that, she undressed and got in, sighing at how great the warm water felt against her skin. She reached over and grabbed her strawberry body wash. She hoped Gaara slept through her shower, having just remembered that she forgot to bring clothes into the bathroom. It would be embarrassing if she got caught sneaking around her bedroom in nothing but a towel.
Unknown to Sakura, Gaara had woken up the moment she tried to get out of bed unnoticed. He had just pretended to be asleep, seeing what she would do. And she did not disappoint. He thought about the things he could do in this situation. He could leave her alone so she could shower. Or he could mess with her, and he was always one for messing with people. Getting out of bed, Gaara made his way over to the bathroom door. He slowly and silently turned the knob and opened it. He could hear the rushing water and humming coming from his future wife.
What to do? What to do? He crept up to the curtain, only seeing her silhouette. He stopped, a small blush coming to his face. This was actually pretty big, he had never seen Sakura that naked before. What if she got mad at him? Shrugging, he decided to deal with the consequences later. Coming right next to the curtain, he could tell by her outline that her back was too him. He took in a silent breath and then yelled. "BOO!"
She quickly turned to see who was in the bathroom with her, a startled yell escaping from her lips. What she didn't count on though, was the fact that the bottom of the tub was really slick from the water and soap. Slipping, she flailed her arms out, screaming again in alarm. In an attempt to catch herself, she grabbed onto the shower curtain, ripping it from the rings that held it up.
Everything happened in slow motion after that. Gaara caught her naked body in his arms, while she covered herself in the ripped shower curtain. Then, they just stared at each other dumbly, while the water continued to run in the background. Her face was beet red of course, and in this one instant, she was too embarrassed to be angry.
"Um…" he paused, obviously not knowing what to say. "You're naked." He said dumbly, mentally slapping himself already. He couldn't help from staring at her body. It was flawless and smooth, with curves in the right places. He wasn't one for busty chests, which meant Sakura's body was like perfection.
She tried to cover herself with her arms, really embarrassed now. "How nice of you to notice." She said, trying really hard not to blow up at him. She wanted their first few days as an engaged couple to go smoothly, but it appeared that that was never meant to be.
Of course, Gaara came up with another genius reply. "You're really pretty." Again he mentally slapped himself across the face. Could he get any more idiotic? He released her from his grip, holding onto her arm as she stood up just to make sure she didn't fall again.
Completely wrapping the curtain around herself, she turned off the water, not wanting to waste it. Taking a deep breath, she began to count backwards from ten, left eye twitching the whole time. Turning to him, she took another breath, and began to speak slowly, as if she was considering every word she was going to say. "Just tell me…what in the world possessed you to do that." She asked.
"I'm…not sure." He blinked, trying not to stare at her form.
"Well," she said, beginning to walk past him and into her bedroom, intent on grabbing her clothes. "I hope you enjoyed the view, because you are not going to see that again until after we are married."
He let his eyes trail down her back, a dark laugh ringing through her ears. "According to you." He stated, letting his hands fall to his sides.
She stopped in her tracks, and turned to face him slowly. "Excuse me?"
"I didn't stutter," he smirked, not bothering to hide his lustful gaze. "You heard what I said."
She really wanted to yell at him, but felt that he expected that of her. So, she walked towards him slowly, swaying her hips in a seductive fashion. "Is that so?" she asked, raising a brow. Pressing against him, she rose up on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear. "Well, in that case, you can look, but you won't be allowed to touch, at all." She emphasized, before turning around and leaving him alone in the bathroom.
"At all?" he whined, hiding his mischievous grin behind a sad frown. "But Sakura, if I can't touch you at all…" he stopped, grabbing the shower curtain and ripping it from her body. Then he threw it behind him and into the tub. He grabbed her, pressing her whole frame against his. And man, he could feel everything. He felt the blush start on his face but repressed the heat and kept his cocky smirk in place. "Then how am I doing this?"
Sakura gasped, a blush spreading across her face and down her neck. She wanted to pull away, in order to cover herself, but doing so would allow him to see her. She had been this close to him before, but, in all those times, she had never been so bare. She glanced behind him, seeing the towel rack within reach. But the only way to get it was through him. So, she linked her arms behind his head and jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. Then she pressed even more into him, reaching for the towel that was hanging on the rack. Grabbing a hold of it, she made a sound of triumph. Unwinding her legs, she slid down his body and planted her feet back on the ground. She smirked at him, and wrapped the towel around her back. This way, when she got away from him, she could immediately cover herself back up.
"I don't know Gaara. I guess in a similar way that I just did that." She said smugly, proud of her feat.
He could feel his body still reacting from her actions. He couldn't believe what she had done. It felt like his body was on fire, almost as if he still had the demon within him and it was trying to break out. Grabbing her waist with both his hands he pushed her back, walking with her towards the bed until finally she fell backwards, flat on her back with the towel between her and the bed, so not very effective in this situation.
Gaara felt the smirk crawl over his face, there was no embarrassment this time. No nervousness to be found. He could see her entire body now, lying beneath him, and he sure as hell wasn't letting this situation slip. Before she could attempt to cover herself he pinned her arms down beside her head and kissed her hard on the lips. "Sakura," he whispered huskily, setting his knee between her legs so she could do nothing to fight him. He kissed her cheek then, slowly trailing down her throat and stopping at her collar bone. He wanted to go further down, and it wasn't as if she would stop him.
She gasped, caught totally unawares. "Gaara! S-stop!" she said, arching into his touch, not really meaning it.
Her words seemed to snap him back to his normal sense. When he looked down he immediately jerked away from her, doing an about face so that his back was now the only thing she could see. "Sakura…I'm…I'm sorry." He said quickly, leaving her room and slamming the door behind him.
She sat up on the bed and took a shaky breath. Her body still felt as if it was on fire. Everywhere. Quickly she stood and got dressed, knowing that right now, Gaara needed to be reassured that everything was okay. Opening her bedroom door, she made her way to the living room, finding him sitting on her couch, a pained look on his face. "Gaara….?" She said hesitantly, unsure on how he would react.
He glanced over at her, focusing his gaze back on the table filled with pictures of her and her friends. "I'm sorry Sakura, please forgive me. Tonight I am just going to stay in the Kazekage's Suite. I don't want to do that to you anymore." He said solidly, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He covered his face with his hands, not knowing what to do with himself. Maybe he wasn't ready to control his emotions. They seemed to be controlling him more often than naught.
"Do what to me?" she asked, confused at his choice of words.
"I don't know what happened, I practically sexually attacked you." He said harshly, trying to watch his tone the best he could. "You were right…I cannot control myself. So I will not be staying with you." He informed her sadly, not meeting her gaze even once.
"It's not your fault! I should have been more careful when I was in the shower. If I hadn't slipped then none of this would have ever happened." She said, desperately pleading with him.
"Sakura please," Gaara stood, looking at her for the first time now. "It's not good if you want to keep what you said you wanted. It was my fault from the beginning, so I'll just do as you requested. It's fine." He told her flatly. He was not leaving it up for debate anymore. She had been right, and he had been a fool to think he could control himself around her.
She sighed, seeing that she might not get her way this time. Damn her and her thinking ahead. "I shouldn't have tempted you the way I did. Maybe…maybe we could try it again. This time though, we agree not to tempt the other in such a way." She said, grasping for straws.
Gaara actually laughed, obviously doubtful of her idea. "Yeah Sakura, because that has worked so well in the past."
She huffed and crossed her arms. "Well, all you have to do is not scare me when I'm in the shower, or touch me the way you do,…or kiss me so passionately…."she trailed off, seeing what he was talking about. She dropped her arms and gave him a defeated look. "Nevermind. I'd rather have to stay apart from you at night then give up one moment of your touch." She said.
"That's fine…it won't be for too long…right?" he gave her a sad smile. He walked towards her and took her face gently in his hands, kissing her forehead lovingly. "I would wait a thousand years if I had too," he whispered down to her. "I'm going to go shower and change at my suite…how about you meet me in front of the Hokage Tower in an hour?"
"Okay." She said, smiling up at him. Then she became serious. "One month. That is the longest I am willing to wait. If we aren't married by then, come hell or high water, I will have you."
He laughed and placed another kiss on her temple. "Until then," he nodded, releasing her and heading up the stairs to collect his things. His presence soon vanished, and she knew he wouldn't be coming back down.
After Sakura brushed her hair out and dried it she was ready to go. So she locked up her apartment and headed towards the Hokage Tower. About halfway there she saw Temari and Shikamaru down the road. "Temari! Shikamaru!" she yelled, waving at them.
"Hey Sakura!" the blonde yelled back.
The pink haired woman ran up to them. "What are you guys doing?"
"Actually, we were looking for you." Shikamaru said lazily, clearly uninterested.
She raised a brow, confused. "Why?"
"Well, Shika and I are going to go to the spa, and we wanted to know if you and Gaara could come with us!" Temari said gleefully.
"You mean you wanted to know if they could come." The pineapple haired ninja pointed out, going ignored by both women.
"I'd love to! I was just on my way to meet Gaara now!" Sakura beamed, and led the way.
They arrived at the tower shortly after, where Gaara stood waiting impatiently for her. He looked over and annoyance washed over his face. He did not look happy about her two new companions. She ran up to him, excited about the possibility of going to a spa with her fiancé. "Gaara guess what? Temari and Shikamaru are going to the spa and they want us to come with them! Can we go?" she asked excitedly.
"You're asking me…if I want to go to a spa with you?" he asked, arching what could be a brow. "Isn't that where women go to get pretty?"
"Well, kinda. But men can go there too. I mean, Shikamaru is going with us." She stated.
"Yeah, but I've been questioning Shikamaru's sexuality since we were thirteen," the red haired ninja said, looking completely serious.
Shikamaru actually glared over at the Kazekage, though not saying anything to offend him. Sakura couldn't help but snicker at his admission. "Well, he's probably going to get the couple's massage. They offer really good packages on things like that."
This seemed to spark his interest. "Couple's massage?" he wondered aloud, thinking on what that could possibly mean. It must be Sakura giving him a massage and then him to her. A smile crept up his face. He remembered the last time Sakura had given him a backrub and boy, was it nice. "Alright." He agreed.
Now it was Shikamaru's turn to snicker to himself, knowing where the young Kazekage's mind was. But, just for the crack about his sexuality, he would keep the true knowledge of the massages to himself.
It didn't take long to arrive at the spa. When they walked in, Temari went straight to the desk. Apparently she had made reservations the day before. A lady came out of the back then, and asked them to follow her. Walking through a series of halls, they stopped in front of a room. Turning to them, the lady said, "Here is the room for the first couple."
"That would be us." Temari said, before she and Shikamaru disappeared behind the door.
Then, Sakura and Gaara were led to a room further down the hall. "Here is the second room." The woman told them, before leaving. Entering the room, Sakura went over to the opposite side. She pushed open a shoji screen, opening the room into an adjoining side. Then, she walked back around, and handed him a towel.
"Here. You're going to want to strip down and put this on." She said, and began to walk back towards the screen.
He stared at her oddly, looking then to the wall. "Um, what's that for?" he pointed to the divider.
"This is your side, and that's mine." She stated, expecting him to understand what that meant.
"Sides?"
"Yeah. You get your massage over here, while at the same time I get mine on the other side." Sakura explained further.
"What?" he tried not to shout but failed miserably. "I didn't know that we would be separated!"
She placed her hands on her hips. "We won't really be separated. You and I will be able to talk to each other through the screen." Then she walked over to her side and shut it. "I would suggest you change now, before your masseuse comes in. When you finish just get on the table and lay on your stomach."
He growled in protest but began to remove his clothing. He was extremely uncomfortable with this. He wrapped the towel around his waist and sat on the table. Just relax, he told himself. Just relax.
On the other side of the screen Sakura had already undressed and laid herself on the table, placing the towel halfway down her back. A few minutes later the door opened, revealing a man and a woman. The man walked across the room and into Sakura's while the woman stayed in his.
Gaara glared threateningly at the man who disappeared behind the screen. Oh you've got to be kidding me, he thought, but growled aloud. The woman stepped in front of him and smiled professionally. "Hello Kazekage-sama, my name is Ami, and I will be your masseuse today. Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?"
Yeah, leave and take that man with you, he glared but tried to be nice. "No, I'm fine." He muttered. She gestured for him to lie on his stomach. Reluctantly following her instructions, he did so.
On Sakura's side of the room things went a lot differently. "Hello Ichiro, how have you been?" she asked politely.
He smiled down at her. "I've been doing very well Sakura-san. It's been so long since you last came in, I was starting to think that you wouldn't come back." He replied teasingly.
She shrugged. "I'd never leave you clueless like that Ichiro! I've just been really busy lately."
Lathering his hands with some oil, he began on her back. "I can tell, you're tense! I'll have to rub you harder this time, so be prepared."
"Do what you gotta do. I'll be happy as long as all the knots are out." She replied, closing her eyes and losing herself to the sensations of her deep tissue massage.
Gaara glared hatefully at the screen between them. He did not like the sound of that conversation. Why was Sakura being so lax about where a man touched her? Fury erupted inside of the steaming redhead. Ami, not noticing his murderous aura, began to work on his shoulders. "Haha. Kazekage-sama your shoulders are like rocks, you seem very tense as well. Is something the matter?" she wondered, trying to go a bit lower into his back to work out all the stress. The moment her hand moved beneath his shoulder blade he flipped.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" he yelled, jerking away from her and falling onto the floor. He stood up quickly, trying to regain his dignity. "Inappropriately touching me!" he pointed accusingly, having to hold his towel up with one of his hands.
"But sir, I didn't…I was only trying to work your knots out." She blinked, seriously confused. She had only touched his back.
"GAARA! CHILL OUT AND LET THE WOMAN DO HER JOB!" Sakura yelled through the screen. Sighing exasperatedly, she turned her head back to Ichiro. "See what I have to put up with? That's one of the reasons I'm so tense." She whispered.
The man simply laughed at her admission. "I don't blame you Sakura-san! He sure is a wild one!"
Gaara moved his hand through the air, the sand hovering around him collected together and snuck into the other side of the room. It dissipated near the ground and slid beneath Ichiro's feet, so when he took his next step he slipped and fell face first into the ground, the lotion exploding from the fall.
The redhead smirked, hearing the commotion and slowly got back onto the table, trying to be comfortable with this. Why did people say this eased your body? It made him even more on edge than normal.
"Ichiro! Are you ok? Here, let me help you up." She said, worried that he had injured himself.
He got up quickly, embarrassed. "No thanks Sakura-san! I'm fine." He assured her. He bent over and picked up the lotion. Turning back to her, her put some on her back and resumed rubbing. Hitting a particularly tense spot, he pressed a bit harder.
She gasped, since he hit one of the worst knots on her back. "Go a bit deeper Ichiro, I want to make sure you break up all that muscle." She said.
"Of course, Sakura-san. Anything you wish is my command." He replied, angling himself so that he could be sure he got rid of the whole knot. When it was gone, Sakura groaned softly. She turned her head back to the wall, suspicious of the silence coming from the other side.
"Gaara? How are things going for you?" she asked cautiously.
The screen flew down, taking Ichiro to the floor. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he demanded, keeping his foot on the man's head, pressing down harder. "Sakura!" he glared up, his aura extremely threatening. "WHAT ARE YOU ALLOWING TO HAPPEN OVER HERE?"
Ami stared in shock, not really knowing what to do. While, face planted in the floor, Ichiro attempted to explain what he was doing. But all you could hear was pained mumbles. Sakura sat up on the table slightly, holding her towel so as not to reveal her chest. "He was just breaking up a really bad knot in my back! What's wrong with you?" she asked, not really understanding the cause of his upset.
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?" he yelled, his glare growing more fiercely. "Letting some man touch you like that!"
"Like what? All he was doing was rubbing my back! It's what he's paid to do!" she yelled at him.
"Exactly! I don't want some guy rubbing your back!"
"Well, if you don't want me to finish my massage, then I guess we should just leave!" she huffed, hopping off the massage table.
"Then let's leave!" he huffed, grabbing his clothing and walking out into the hallway to find some other place to change.
She gave the other masseuses and apologetic look. "I'm sorry, he's new at this." Then she went into a changing room and put her clothes back on. Once she finished, she found the steaming redhead in the lobby, waiting for her.
"I think you were overreacting." She said to him, not bothering to take his arm or hand as she usually did.
"I was not over reacting Sakura. I don't like it when people touch me and you should not either…especially in that way…it makes me uncomfortable." He glared, obviously still mad about the whole situation.
Understanding dawned on her. He was jealous, or…insecure…in a way. But it was sweet, his concern for who touched her. "Let's go." She said, grabbing his hand. She brought him to a small bath shop, and entered without explanation.
He growled, not knowing what she was doing with him now. And she seemed mad, which meant that whatever she was going to do wouldn't be good. "Where are we going?"
"I am going to get some oil and lotion." She said, still not divulging any information.
"For what?" he watched her wearily. What was she up to?
"Since you aren't comfortable with anyone but me touching you, and you don't want any other man but you to touch me, we're just going to have to give each other massages at my house." Grabbing what she needed, she turned to him, brow arched. "Is that okay with you?" she asked, although she could guess at the answer.
He stared at her in shock, really liking the idea. But wouldn't it cause them to become more intimate? Pressing the thoughts aside, he nodded and walked silently with her as she bought the things they needed and went back to her apartment. Once they were inside and she had shut the door, he decided to tell her the awful truth. "Sakura…I don't know how to massage."
She smiled at him, his admission being so adorable, not that she would tell him that. "That's fine Gaara, I can do your back first, and then you can do mine and try to copy what you feel me doing. Now take your shirt off, I'll be right back." She sat the lotion down, and took the oil into the kitchen, heating it a bit in her microwave. She walked back in to find him already laid out on her bed. Grabbing the lotion, she crawled onto the bed and straddled his waist. Lathering her hands with the warm oil she began massaging his shoulders. "All you have to do is rub the person's back and apply slight pressure. Does that feel good, or do you want me to go harder?" she asked.
"Harder." He spoke without hesitation. She was going to have to try and get out a decade's worth of stress. He shut his eyes and let her hands try and smooth out the mess that was his back, all the while keeping in mind everything she was doing so that he could do the same to her. He just hoped he didn't make it painful for her.
"Ok." She said, sending a bit of chakra to her hands. She rubbed his shoulders, and, when she moved lower, found a huge knot. She began to move her hand in a circular motion, trying to get rid of the large tense area. She felt him tense a bit, and decided to tell him about her find. "I found a knot in your back. You probably have tons of them, so don't freak out when you feel this."
She finally got rid of the knot, and moved down his back. Finding three more, she got rid of them quickly. Suddenly, she decided to try something new. Instead of using her chakra for more pressure, she would use healing chakra to sooth and relax the muscles, while she used her own strength. She grabbed the lotion and put some on his back. Then, her hands began to glow a soft green. Starting back up at his shoulders, she leaned forward in order to add more pressure. "How does that feel?" she asked, curious to see if her method was working.
"Good," he mumbled almost incoherently. It felt amazing. It seemed as if she were rubbing his anger away, making him calm. He really, really liked it, but it hadn't felt like this at the spa. First of all having Sakura on top of him, straddling him with her legs was good. Second, her touch was welcomed and not invasive. "So you simply rub them in circular motions until the knot is gone?" he asked, wanting to make sure she was pleased with his later attempt.
"Yes, and add a little pressure too. Sometimes the knots get really deep." She replied, moving to his lower back. After a few minutes, she added a bit more pressure, and went over his back one more time. When she finished, she sat back and wiped her brow. "How was that?" she asked.
He smiled into the bed and turned quickly, so that she was now straddling his front. "It was amazing, but I think I like this better." He placed his hands on her hips, keeping her in place.
She smiled at his tactics. "Yes well, it's my turn now." She said, leaning down to give him a chaste kiss. Sliding off him, she unzipped her shirt and took it off, not caring that he was staring at her. He'd seen her in a worse state of undress, and, to her it was just like wearing her swimsuit. He sat up and moved over, so that she could lie where he just was. Once she got herself situated, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, trying to make it easier for him to get her entire back.
He swallowed hard, really hoping that he could control his manhood in this state. "Um…alright." He said, almost sounding bashful. He got on her as she had to him and grabbed both the containers. He didn't know which one went first. So…he sucked up his pride and asked. "Which do I use first?"
"The oil," Sakura said kindly, knowing that he was trying his best.
He nodded and placed the lotion down. Now, how would he do this? Well, he might as well just try and make it as pleasurable for her as possible. He squeezed out some of the oil on her back and started rubbing it in. His breathing picked up slightly, but he remained calm. Trying to mimic what she had done, he moved his hands up and down her back, mainly staying between her shoulder blades. Once he felt something hard he pressed it, trying to be gentle at the same time. "I'm not hurting you…right?"
"No, you're doing great. I'll let you know if you are, trust me. Just move in a circular motion. And Gaara? I'm not going to break. You can use more pressure. It will make the whole thing feel better." She told him, hoping that he would.
"Oh." He suddenly felt inadequate. "Sorry," he apologized. Finding another of her knots he pressed down harder, trying to copy the actions she had done. He hoped it was working. He felt the knot getting smaller and then could feel it no longer. He moved his hands down her back, repeating the process until he couldn't find anymore. He stared down at her back and then slowly smoothed his hands to her sides, just below her arms.
She sucked in a sharp breath at his sudden touch. She had been on the brink of falling asleep when he had stopped. His action surprised her a bit, but she decided not to say anything, wondering where he was going with this. He still had to rub lotion on her back as well.
He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, just enjoying her presence then. He pulled up and grabbed the lotion, getting some in his hands and rubbing it on Sakura's back.
She let out a soft moan, in heaven at the moment. It was so tempting to arch into his touch like she always did, but with the position they were in, she didn't want to drive him too far. Or herself, for that matter. So she held her body in place, simply enjoying the feel of his hands running along her skin.
He pressed his thumbs into her skin to try and ease the rest of the tension that was there. He leaned forward, trying to give her as much pleasurable pressure he could manage. Somehow though, his hands found themselves moving closer and closer to the sides of Sakura's chest. His fingers grazed the sides of her breasts, and he knew it the instant it happened. He blushed a bit, not knowing how she would react, and hoped she wouldn't get mad.
She let out another moan and shifted slightly, freezing when she realized what she had just done. Her face turned red then. So much for trying to control herself.
A small smirk crept up his face from her sound. In Gaara language, that moan meant continue. He moved his hands up to her shoulders, massaging them slowly and letting his hands trail down her arms to her sides once more, rubbing closer to her front than on her actual back.
She whimpered into her pillow then, wanting to tell him to stop and yet unable to. She felt that fire begin to creep through her body, and she liked it. Technically, he was still giving her a massage, so she had no reason to stop him. Right?
"Are you enjoying this Sakura?" he whispered into her ear, kissing the back of her head then and trailing down the back of her neck. He moved his hands slowly now, adding a bit more pressure.
"You have no idea." She breathed out, trying to regain her composure.
He smirked deviously, wondering just how far he could take it before she would tell him to stop. "Tell me what you want Sakura." He nipped at her ear, letting his fingers slide between her chest and the bed.
Any and all composure she had gained was now thrown out the window. She gasped and arched into his hands, unable to form a coherent response to his question. He could feel his own inner demon breaking free, his more animalistic and possessive side coming out. "Answer me Sakura," he demanded, reaching his hands completely around her and gripping onto her breasts, giving them a massage of their own.
She began to breathe heavier at his tone. It was doing funny things to her insides. "Wh-what you're doing…is…just fine." She managed, hoping that was enough.
"Just fine?" he asked, tightening his grip. He bit down on her neck, finally moving his mouth down her throat and to her back, leaving a dark love mark on her neck.
She gasped. "N-no. It…it's…wonderful." She finally got out, trying desperately to stay quiet under his ministrations.
As he got lower he moved his hands down her sides, letting them rest on her hips. Slowly he hooked his thumbs onto the hem of her skirt and shorts. He continued the trail of kisses down her spine, giving her bottoms a sharp tug.
She sat up at this, bringing her torso up off the bed and causing her bra to fall down her arms. She turned to see what he was doing, mouth going dry at what she saw. The pure look of lust in his eyes was enough to stop her heart, the fact that he looked perfectly delicious not going unnoticed.
His smirk only grew at the sight that was now shown to him. In a movement too quick for her to react he pinned her to the bed, biting down on her neck once again, now kissing down her front, passing her collarbone once he reached it. He gripped her hand with his, lacing his fingers with hers. He wanted her so badly that he was beginning to go mad. He moved his other hand back down to her skirt and pulled it cleanly off, tossing it aside.
"Gaara!" she gasped, not believing what he was causing her to feel. "Don't….don't stop." She told him, deciding to go back on her word. She didn't care if this made her a liar, her mind was too gone now to fully comprehend everything that was happening to her.
The encouragement was all he needed to let everything loose. He grabbed onto her shorts and ripped them off her legs, throwing them somewhere in the room. He came back up to her face, kissing her tenderly on the lips. She could feel his grin grow, as he nibbled on her lower lip.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and brought him closer, surprised at how excited he was at their activities. Kissing him back vigorously, she ran her fingers through his hair. When she pulled away from the kiss, she gave him a timid smile. "It's not fair that you're wearing more clothes than I am." She pointed out.
"If you want them off, then take them off." He said smugly, leading one of her hands to the hem of his pants.
She pulled them down eagerly, licking her lips at what she found. She flipped their positions then, and took his pants completely off, leaving him in only his black boxers. She crawled back on top of him, straddling his waist. Leaning over him, she kissed him lightly, and began trailing them down his neck, all the while running her hands over his chest and stomach. When she reached his chest, she made sure to leave a love mark of her own, right above his heart.
Before she could do anything more, a loud knock came from downstairs. "Sakura! Gaara! I know you're both in there so get over here!" a familiar voice yelled.
Both paled suddenly and stared into each other's eyes, panic stricken. As if on cue they scrambled to get off the bed, both trying to redress themselves hurriedly.
"You two better open the door this instant! Or so help me, I'm gonna break it down!" the voice yelled.
"One second!" Sakura shouted back, trying to assuage them while throwing on her shirt. She went to put her shorts back on only to find them ripped beyond repair. Sighing, she ran over to her dresser and grabbed another pair. Pulling them on, she grabbed her skirt and began to run down the stairs, hoping that Gaara had already dressed fully. She flung the door open, breathless.
"What is it Temari? Is something wrong?" she asked, hoping that the blonde didn't know what she had just interrupted.
Hands on her hips, Temari simply yelled, "Hell yes something is wrong! Why did you and my brother leave the spa before your-" she stopped, going wide eyed.
Gaara came up behind Sakura, shirtless and looking irritated. All he had managed to pull on were his pants. He leaned against the door frame, glaring down at his sister. "Do you mind Temari?" he asked, wrapping his arms around Sakura's waist from behind. Before she could even respond he slammed the door in her face with his foot.
Sakura blushed and turned to Gaara, hiding her face in his chest. She didn't know what to say then. So instead she wound her arms around his waist, giving him a comforting hug. They had gotten so close. She was thankful for Temari's interruption, but at the same time, wished it had never happened.
He sighed and placed his arms around her as well, stroking her hair. He knew she was upset with herself for allowing this to happen. He placed his chin on the top of her head and rocked her a bit in place. He promised to not allow himself to be alone with her until the night of their marriage; it was just becoming too hard to stop. He knew very well that he wouldn't have.
"I'm sorry Sakura." He finally said with a sad tone.
"I should be the one apologizing. I always say that we aren't going to do anything like that but when it comes down to it I can't stop. I'm just a liar. A horrible, horrible liar. And a hypocrite. Oh God, I'm a lying hypocrite!" She said into his neck, trying to hold back her tears. She felt like such an awful person for leading him on that way.
"Sakura it's alright." He laughed, trying his best to make her feel better. "It's not that big of a deal, and you're not a hypocrite. It's probably just because we never see each other, and now that we're engaged it's harder to stop the impulses." He explained, at least knowing that's what it was for him.
"I really don't mind at all, besides…at least for now, seeing your body is satisfying enough." He whispered lovingly into her ear.
She blushed at his words, becoming embarrassed. She pulled back and gave him a tender kiss. "Want me to walk you to your hotel?" she asked, not yet ready to say goodnight.
He sighed, not wanting to leave, but knowing it would be for the best. "Yes." He took her hand then and led her back to her room, pulling his shirt back on and grabbing his shoes. "This is irritating." He admitted, a deep frown etched into his face. He sat on the bed and slid both his shoes on.
She smiled, agreeing wholeheartedly. Once he was ready to go, they made their way to the front door. After locking it, she took his hand, linking her fingers with his. They walked in a companionable silence, until being greeted by Tenten and her new husband, Neji.
"Hey guys! What are your doing out at this time?" the brunette girl asked.
"I'm taking Gaara back to his hotel. What are you two up to?" Sakura asked in return.
"Neji took me out to dinner. It was so romantic." Tenten said, stars in her eyes. Snapping out of her daze, she shook her head and turned to her silent husband. "Can we invite them over tomorrow? It would be the perfect way to break in your new croquet set." She asked him.
Neji sighed, giving her a small nod. "Yes, fine."
"Croquet?" Gaara asked quizzically.
"Oh yes!" Tenten smiled, clapping her hands together. "It's so fun! You both should come over so that we can become better acquainted! After all, you'll be joining the married crowd soon." She latched onto her husband's arm and tried to contain her excitement. "Won't it be fun Neji?"
"…Yeah…" he finally muttered.
"We'll see you guys tomorrow! I can't wait to play." She said to them before leading her husband towards the Hyuuga estate. Waving to them, Sakura and Gaara continued on their way. When they were in front of his hotel she stopped and turned to him.
"I guess I'll see you in the morning." She said softly.
He nodded, "I'll…just pick you up tomorrow from your house." He said sadly, taking her hand gently and pulling her to him. He leaned down and kissed her softly, his lips lingering on hers for just a moment after. He could already tell he wouldn't sleep well tonight. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight." She said, then turned and walked back in the direction they had come from. She didn't look back, knowing that if she did she would be tempted to just go up to his room with him. She let out a dejected sigh. It looked as though she would have to make do snuggling her pillow.