More raunchy. And Gaara is a dirty talker. [my first time writing sexual things like this be kind.]

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Welcome to Suna. Where the lights never die and the fun never stops. Sakura and Ino lie to their parents to spend a wild weekend in a forbidden city. Will they regret it? Or will they both find something worth coming for?

Main pairing is GaaraxSakura and side InoxKankuro.

[Listening to 1989 album by Taylor Swift.]

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WELCOME TO SUNA, Part 3, Back to my place

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His laughter died down and Gaara grinned down at her.

She smiled back up at him, humming softly. Sakura took her time getting up from the ground since her head wanted to spin so fast. The sounds and lights of the fireworks were a distant blur in the corner of her eye. Being drunk was not good for her dignity.

Gaara pulled her up to straddle his thighs, his hands stroking her back and squeezing her backside. She groaned into his ear, closing her eyes and sighing. This was a surprisingly comfortable position. She didn't want to move.

He applied feather light touches along her hip and up her side, then brushed his thumb against her breast. When she sighed and leant into him, Gaara cupped her breasts and kissed her neck. His lips were soft against her skin as his hands teased her and she started slowly rocking against him. He kissed her ear and she shivered. Gaara decided to take a chance and act on his urges.

"I want to fuck you." He murmured naughty things into her ear, making her blush and wriggle on top of him. "I want to rub my hands all over your naked, sweaty, gorgeous body."

Sakura's stomach clenched nervously and an ache began forming between her legs.

"I want to suck your pussy."

Sakura gasped. Now rubbing herself against his trousers.

"I want your lips over my cock again." He groaned at his own words. "I want my name on your lips when you cum on my face. Can you feel me in my pants right now, Sakura? Can you feel my cock against your pussy? How much I want you."

"Mm-hm." She nodded, her body flushed as his hips jerked upward.

Sakura felt heavy but she managed to lift her head to start kissing him. If he kept talking she would not be able to handle this. She massaged his tongue as her hips took on a life of their own and he was doing this best to move with her. She groaned when he bit her lip gently.

She was about to burst when Gaara stopped her before she could finish. Sakura whined as he stilled her hips, his fingers digging into her sides.

"We need more privacy," he said.

Alert suddenly she remembered where they were. She looked around and blushed. Nobody was staring and all the sounds of the fireworks and the festival had not changed but she was very aware of how exposed they were. This had gotten out of control but she didn't actually care. This was what she'd been thinking of when Ino suggested this weekend. Okay she didn't have any specific ideas of how she would get off since her experience until now was non-existent - almost kisses and her friend (and NOT boyfriend no matter what he told anyone) Lee had groped her butt once that one time he'd got drunk.

Sakura shuddered the thought away. She only knew what Ino had told her about sex. The blonde was not a slut but she was not shy either.

Sakura shifted off Gaara's lap as he smacked her butt for letting her mind drift. He grinned at her shy expression and stood with her. For a moment they both held onto each other to keep from swaying and falling over. Everything spun a little more than it was supposed to and she held him tighter than necessary, inhaling his smell. There was alcohol on him but more; she described it as manly but that sounded so corny. Maybe it was B.O.

She laughed out loud, stumbling as the sudden movement almost knocked her over.

"Are you right there?"

She looked up at Gaara who was confused. She nodded. "Nothing."

His non-existent eyebrows rose and she stared at them, fascinated. Sakura reached up to touch them, surprised at the smoothness of his skin.

"You're drunk," he said.

Sakura giggled. "So are you."

He grinned back at her. "We're made for each other."

She laughed again, almost falling down. He grabbed her, pulling her tighter against his body. She buried her face in his chest waiting for her laughter to die down. When Sakura felt a bit calmer, he took her hand.

"Let's go," he said.

She blinked at him. "Where are we going now?"

He squeezed her hand and winked at her. "My place."

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Gaara called "my man" or whomever that was on the phone. She was confused until a limousine rocked up. He was rich! Her jaw dropped but not for long. He was pulling her along, smug about her reaction, and handed something to the driver before motioning for Sakura to get into the limo before him.

When the door was closed, Gaara pounced. His lips on hers, his hands all over her. She had no time to respond. But Sakura quickly gathered her foggy brain as much as she could and responded eagerly. The kiss was hard but not sloppy which made her addled brain wonder how much more amazing he'd be if not drunk.

No more did she want to listen to the bickering of the angel Naruto and devil Ino. This would silence them for awhile. She was sure of it.

Sakura battled Gaara for dominance even though he was the one lying on top of her. The limo moved underneath them making her groan and pull away. She didn't want to throw up. Understanding, Gaara sat up and she held tight to her purse as he raided the small fridge nearby. Rich people were so weird. A fridge in a limo?!

He grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses, handing one to her then filling them up. Sakura quickly downed the glass and put it aside, grabbing the bottle. He smirked at her as he drank his wine.

"I wonder how I taste," she said, staring right into his green eyes, they widened in surprise at her candor. Then he was on her again.

There were more drinks in here and she decided to throw caution to the wind. Sakura drank deeply, parting her legs as Gaara kissed his way down her body. She almost laughed again that he was kissing her dress. But his awkward movements told her he was in just as much of a daze as she was so it was fine.

When he got to the hem of her dress he unceremoniously lifted it as she shifted her hips to accommodate him and she paused for a moment, nervous again; they stared at each other. She licked her lips, the bottle of wine an inch from her mouth, frozen; both were breathing heavily then she nodded without thinking.

Gaara tugged on her knickers, his fingers grazing her sensitive skin and making her hum then moan. She shivered as he exposed her sex to his eyes. He liked what he saw; soft pink hair that was barely visible and trimmed nicely. He swallowed heavily, so excited and in awe. He lowered his mouth and Sakura threw her head back, losing her grip on the wine bottle, her knees lifting off the seat in instinct.

His mouth covered her mound and he gently bit her nub. That tongue of his was a beautiful thing as it swirled between her folds and his fingers kept up a steady rhythm on her clitoris as he drank her deeply. Her taste was intoxicating.

"Gaara!" Her hands went to his hair and she tugged his thick, surprisingly soft locks, with every lick his made. Every time he inhaled and sucked her deeply she cried out. She didn't even notice the movement of the limo now. They must've been going on a smooth highway for all the attention she paid.

"Mm. You taste fucking amazing." Gaara groaned as Sakura's eyes blurred white and a coil tightened in her body. She came onto him, her groin hot and wet and shivering.

He cleaned her up with his mouth as she continued to tremble at this new experience. Gaara fixed her knickers and kissed his way back up her. She didn't push him away when he went to kiss her. She didn't want to taste herself on him. But she was in too deep now. Her body sung and trembled and her drunk mind didn't care anymore what she tasted like as he made love to her mouth.

When the limo finally came to a halt, she suddenly remembered it and broke the kiss.

"Come on," he said.

She grabbed her purse, tugged on the hem of her dress to look a little presentable and let Gaara take her hand leading her out of the limo. The drinks were forgotten. He must either be really rich or too drunk to care.

The estate was large and the driveway long but they didn't go in the front door.

"The door is locked, I don't have the key on me, it's late and my parents would kill me for waking them up now."

"Parents?"

He shrugged as they took a side entrance. "This isn't a house. It's an estate. Does it bother you?"

It hadn't occurred to her he was her age. She thought he was a few years older but she suddenly realised he was a senior high schooler too. She grinned. They were both being naughty this weekend.

"No." He probably had a whole wing to himself. Rich families were very weird.

He tugged her hand gently and Sakura suddenly felt very fatigued. They couldn't have sex if she was asleep! She tried to stay aware as they walked through large rooms and past opulent portraits and up a carpeted stairway, but even the extravagance couldn't keep her attention. She knew she needed to sleep and not get laid. Sorry Ino.

Suddenly they were at his bedroom door. Suddenly, he was throwing them open. And suddenly, his very comfortable four poster bed was calling to her.

Gaara chuckled as she dumped her purse on a side table and threw herself on his bed, wriggling her bum and getting comfortable. Her deep breathing followed a moment later and he kicked his shoes off before joining her in bed, pulling the blankets over the both of them to try to sleep. Even after a few drinks it wasn't easy for him.

Besides, they were both too drunk to do anything more than they had, just yet. But morning was going to be a different story.