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.]

Chapter summary: Gaara is attentive during Sakura's first ever hangover. Fluffy.

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WELCOME TO SUNA, Part 4, Hungover

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Sakura woke with her face pressed into her pillow, her hair unkempt and a warm arm casually stretched out over her back. She did not realise immediately that she was flat on her stomach as the pain in her head hit her first. It was a reminder of what she'd done the night before and how it was her first time drinking excessively. But the reminder was slow coming as she was still half asleep.

Sakura didn't or couldn't open her eyes - she didn't even try but knew she would fail. Her eyelids were heavy and her body was exhausted. She felt like she'd run a marathon.

Did everyone feel like this after over indulging?

She remembered the drinks and the fingers inside her; the kisses and orgasms. But the face of her first time lover was hazy, along with the details of how far they'd gone. She focused on the pain in her body, moving her hips slightly to make sure the soreness was not coming from between her legs.

Thank-fully, it didn't feel like she'd gone too far in her drunken state. But the feeling was still of having been touched and despite the pain, Sakura silently reveled the memories that were slowly coming back to her. She was still left with the residual feeling of his fingers inside her. Every inch of her body that he'd touched was humming in the aftermath, even hours later.

As she managed to move her head slightly, the body next to her shifted, the warm arm disappearing from her for a few seconds before fingers began trailing down her back gently. A warm kiss to her arm, up her shoulder, and finally on her neck. She moaned softly in both contentment and confusion.

He was next to her, Gaara.

Sakura remembered his face now. Beautiful and well-shaven; his attractiveness wasn't like those boys she'd fawned over in magazines and on the internet. But he was alluring and handsome, despite this.

Gaara.

Sakura moaned again, pushing herself to roll away from Gaara's ministrations but internally complaining when he removed his hand. His fingers had been warm and comforting. But she needed to see if he was still the same person she fell asleep next to. In his bed, it seemed.

Amused, light green eyes met hers as she blinked at him, trying to bring his face into focus.

"Morning, sleepy head." Gaara leant forward and kissed her forehead gently.

"Hm."

Gaara smirked and she realised his face was only inches from hers. But she didn't panic and quite liked the way he was looking at her.

"I'd kiss you but morning breath is really bad. Don't want to turn you off kissing me later," he said when she frowned, and lifted a hand to brush at her hair. "You look beautiful in the morning. I kind of don't care that you haven't brushed your teeth.."

Sakura shook her head reflexively then regretted it when her vision swam. She groaned. It felt like everything she'd eaten and drunk in the last twenty-four hours was trying to come back up.

Gaara's hand fell to her shoulder and he steadied her as she swayed, even laying down.

"If you need to throw up, I have an en suite."

"Can't move," she muttered. If she did move, the world would spin.

Gaara kissed her forehead again. "Come on." He climbed out of the bed and walked around it to her side before gently rolling her toward him and helping her to sit up.

Sakura closed her eyes out of necessity and let him help her. She wondered deliriously if he was going to hold her hair for her as she threw up - and why he didn't seem to be hung over. But Gaara merely helped her to the bathroom and left with the promise of bringing back breakfast.

Alone and crouching next to the pristine, porcelain toilet, Sakura finally looked around the room. This bathroom was the size of her bedroom back home! There was room for a shower, bath/jacuzzi, a huge built in cupboard, vanity, second closet, above average toilet, second sink, and ample floor space for multiple people.

Where the hell am I?

Her memories from last night were still fuzzy but she remembered coming into Gaara's house through a side entrance and a carpeted staircase and... maybe a portrait the size of a door...?

Ugh. She'd conveniently forgotten how rich it seemed Gaara's parents were. She didn't want to think about that - or them. Hopefully she was right with her assumption that he had an entire wing to himself and she would never have to meet the mother and father of the boy she wanted to lose her virginity to.

Sakura felt herself blush and sway at those thoughts. While she was glad he hadn't taken advantage of her the night before, she still wanted to play this little adventure out. Never mind that Ino would want to know she'd been 'broken in' and that. She wanted something to brag about. And Gaara was a gorgeous, sweet and helpful way to making that happen.

She sighed. Her stomach was settling and Sakura didn't feel like throwing up anymore. Was it usual to not throw up when you drunk this much? She didn't know. She groaned and tried to stand up but didn't get far before resigning herself to waiting a little more. Maybe Gaara wouldn't be too long and would help her again.

When her vision was better, Sakura tried again and found herself slowly walking back into the bedroom. Still alone, she decided to investigate Gaara's room. If the bathroom was the size of her bedroom, then this room was the size of five of her bedrooms. Or maybe six, she didn't care.

The four poster bed she'd jumped into the night before was large enough for an orgy... she shook her head of that image and tried to force down her blush. She was going to leave Suna as a deviant for sure. Back in Konoha, she'd never have had that thought.

She admired Gaara's walk-in-wardrobe, the armoire styled furniture, desk, and other embellishments. She had been in Naruto's bedroom, back home, and his walls had been covered in ninja and anime posters; his ceiling lit up with glow in the dark stickers with the light out.

But Gaara's room was immaculate, except for a crumpled shirt and her own hand bag. It was probably his parents doing, or a maid, but she felt uncomfortable now - Gaara was from a world she could never be good enough for. What was she doing with him? And what did he see in her? Surely it wasn't just to get laid? The daughter of a rich man would satisfy just as much, right?

Feeling sorry for herself, Sakura threw herself back onto the bed but this time stared up at the canopy.

What am I doing here?

Morose thoughts continue until Gaara opened the door and Sakura turned her head to watch him walk in, closing the door. He hadn't changed clothes or anything but he did look more put together than he was fifteen minutes ago.

He gave a questioning look at the sour expression on her face but said nothing.

"Hot, fried food. Bacon, egss, tomato, onion if you like it. Up you get," he said, placing the tray of food next to the bed and tugged on her gently. "It's the hangover cure."

Smiling, Sakura sat up, reaching out for Gaara as she swayed again. He held her hand as she scooted over to the edge of the bed.

"Thanks," she mumbled shyly and he grinned.

"You're welcome, beautiful."

She flushed and surveyed the food before digging in. It was delicious. She thought for a moment how it tasted fried by a chef but stopped herself from saying it out loud. Gaara picked at some of the food, but kept glancing at her from time to time as they ate in silence. She felt really uncomfortable about that.

The food was good enough to keep going and Sakura finished it off in no time.

She wiped at her mouth with a serviette and washed the food down with a glass of juice, feeling like she was living an opulent lifestyle. It was so strange. Everything was so delicious.

Sakura glanced at Gaara, wanting to break the silence. "It's ..a nice house."

"And it's only the east wing," he said. "You haven't seen all of the estate, yet."

Yet?

"Done?"

Sakura nodded and he stood - he'd sat down next to her - before pulling her up.

"Let's get our mouths washed so I can continue kissing you again."

She blushed and reflexively swatted his arm which only made him smirk wider.

When the tooth brush finally left her mouth, and the mouth wash was down the sink, and Sakura had cleaned up her face, and Gaara was also done, he growled.

"Finally." He cupped the back of her head with his hand and pulled her to him.

The kiss started off soft but intensified when he started suckling and licking, his mouth slanted over hers, his head bobbing in time with his enthusiasm. Sakura gave back just as hard, encircling his head with her arms and tugging on his hair.

Gaara groaned into her mouth, pressing his hips into hers and backing her against the bathroom sink for support. She felt him harden in his pants as he started brushing his hands down her sides and along the underside of her breasts. It was coming to life so fast she was embarrassed!

He was excited and she felt light and happy at the feel of his body pressed against her even as their mouths attacked each other. She loved his kisses - the perfect balance between wet and dry. She loved his hands - so warm and sensual and still large and so masculine as they explored her body.

When he admitted defeat and finally pulled away, Gaara's right hand started stroking her hair and his left flicked her nipple, eliciting a groan from her.

Gaara kissed her lips chastely even as he smirked into her mouth and his left hand began to arouse her breast. "So, what shall we do with ourselves now?"

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