Sakura woke in the middle of the night. She felt hot. Images and sensations ran through her head, an assemblage of events that bordered on erotic. It was almost subliminal, only flashes of moments, sounds and feelings, pieced together like a Make-Out Ninja fantasy.

Lingering. Touches. Breathing. A strong body. Teared fabric. Mingled breath. Eye contact. Wanting.

It was a series of happenings cut and pasted together as if it were a part of something else. Something sexual. Sakura knew the real events, they were all innocent. It was nothing like what her dream made it out to be, and yet. The wanting feeling remained in her.

She had dreamt of her encounters with Gaara, mashed up perfectly in a way that suggested they were being intimate. Sakura moaned, overwhelmed and overheated. It wasn't like her to be like this. Actually, she had never felt like this.

The naked shinobi was sexually frustrated. Her body made her want and then left her to writhe. Helpless, Sakura touched herself under the blanker, trying to find something that would work. It felt good, but it didn't satisfy anything, it only added to her problem.

She found herself trying to imagine him there, his sand, his fingers. It heighten her senses, everything was a little more intense. In the end it was still fruitless. She didn't know a thing about masturbation, she had never even touched herself until this night.

Sakura cursed and cupped herself, trying in vain to stop the sensations. Closing her legs, she rolled onto her side. She would just have to ride this out. Shuddering, very slowly her body returned to normal. Her mind cleared up and she lay in shock at what she just tried to do. "What's wrong with me?" She asked herself out loud, slapping her face gently. "Why am I behaving like this?"

Sitting up, she leaned over the side of the bed to her pack. She removed a canteen and drank from it. It was more than warm, but she needed something.

Sighing, she lay back again. She would have to go back to sleep. Closing her eyes, she hoped she wouldn't have a repeat of her last dream.

He had only wanted to check on her. It would be harmless just to see if she was able to sleep. But it wasn't.

He used his third eye jutsu to look through her window. He didn't know when he would see her again and she intrigued him. She had a way of rising strange feelings in him. He though he would catch her sleeping peacefully, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Sakura was sleeping at first, but when she woke, she appeared to be suffering in some sort of way. At first, he thought she had a bad dream, but when he saw her hand move under the blanket he realized he was wrong. Her mouth opened slightly and her back arched as she squirmed. Her face was red like he had seen it before, but the look on her face was something else.

Gaara wasn't an idiot by any standards. He knew he had caught her touching herself. As soon as he saw it, he told himself to break the jutsu, but he couldn't look away. He had never seen something so sexy; it was tantalizing. In the shuffle, the blankets had shifted to reveal her bare chest, flawless he thought.

Her other hand opened up and she traced her fingers down her flesh in sweeping, whirling motions he knew he could mimic with his sand, but dared not. To do such a thing would be sexual assault. It was bad enough he was watching.

Suddenly she stopped, looking agitated, and rolled to her side facing the window. She couldn't get anywhere with it, he realized as she grit her teeth. Sakura put her hand over her face and he read her lips as they moved, just as he had done when he used this jutsu to spy in missions.

"What's wrong with me? Why am I behaving like this?"

Gaara dropped his third eye, stepping away from his own window as if it was the same one he just peeped through. He was disgusted with himself. He had no right witnessing what she was doing. Clearly she was upset about even doing it. It must have been a dream that spurred her on, the way she woke abruptly and began touching herself.

He couldn't get her out of his head and his body was to blame. Seeing her as she was affected him physically. Thoughts ran amuck in his head, thoughts that maybe he could have helped her along. Dirty thoughts of himself positioned over her, sand skimming her body as her hand had.

Gaara made a beeline for his bathroom, turning the water on full blast and stepping into the icy waterfall once he was naked. Instantly he lost that frame of mind, focusing instead on the almost painfully cold water that battered his body, pelting against him like sleet.

What he was feeling toward her was wrong. Gaara stayed in the shower longer than necessary as a way of punishing himself. He was a man, not a pig.