Sakura held Gaara close to her. She leaned her head onto his chest and sighed. Her prior qualms to longer taunted her. It seemed like everything would be alright. She felt Gaara’s sturdy hand envelope hers. He smiled at her with his perfect teeth. She smiled back at him. On the third turn of the stairs, the two stopped in front of a polished oak door. Gaara looked at it in mild fascination. She grabbed the handle and turned it.

She smiled at all the dust that layered her old furniture. The once shiny oak furniture was a soft, powdery gray. She walked over to her nightstand and ran her fingers across it. She smiled at the thick layer of dust on her fingertips. Gaara looked around the room. It was a soft sea-foam green with an eggshell ceiling. He looked at the emptied book shelves. Gaara looked at her bed; the comforter was a soft pink.

Everything was covered in neglect. Sakura looked at the graying floor, “I guess no one cleans it anymore.” She laughed, twirling around in her black leggings that hugged her thighs and her black boots that gave her an extra edge. She threw her arms over her head, her breast thrust forward slightly. “It’s been a while,” Gaara said, “since you started to live in the desert.” He took off his sand gourd, leaving it in front of the door.

She nodded, “I haven’t been happier since.” Gaara looked at her. She grinned at him. She walked over to the bed. She caused a cloud of dust to tingle Gaara’s nose. She patted the area next to her, sending more dust flying into the air. Gaara saw the milky halo it made around her body. He sat next to her. He clutched her hand tightly.

“There’s a leaf in your hair,” he said. She smiled, “It happens all the time in the forest. I don’t mind.” Sakura leaned her head onto Gaara’s arm, feeling the muscles gently pulse. She looked up at him, “Do you want to take a bath with me?”

Gaara choked in his rush to answer her. He was about to say ‘yes’, but the words had caught in his throat. He looked at her face as he felt his nose and cheeks grow hot. Gaara shifted his legs uneasily. “Do you want to,” he asked carefully. He must have misheard her.

She smiled, “The bath on this level is large enough to swim in.” She smiled so sweetly that Gaara felt ashamed. Sakura tugged on the sleeve of his thick trench coat. Gaara smiled at her. He looked at her dirt spattered white vest. He kissed the top of her head, “You go first.”

Sakura shook her head, “I won’t go unless you do,” she added, “I want to take a bath with you.” She chuckled, “Besides, you really need it.” Gaara wrinkled his nose. “Come with me,” she said. Her eyes were shining like when they had been together alone in her room.

Gaara blushed. He wanted to say ‘yes’. He felt his skin flush. He looked at her. She smiled at him knowingly, “Come with me.”

He wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her close to him. She nuzzled her face into his chest, “I love you.” She felt the muscles of his arms shiver. She kissed his hands, “I want to be with you.” He looked at the dusty armoire, “We are together.”

“I want to be a part of you,” she sighed, “I want to have you in my arms.” Gaara shivered. He was losing his self-control. “You’re the only one I want to be with,” she said. “You’re the only one I’ll ever be with,” Sakura said in a final tone. Gaara shook his head, “I don’t want to cheapen this.”

Sakura kissed the valleys of his wrist, “Nothing could ever cheapen this, Gaara.” She unzipped his sleeve and trailed along his arm with her flitting lips, “Let’s pretend that this is the last night,” she cooed, “Tomorrow is the full moon, we can watch it from the balcony here.”

Gaara kissed her ear. He felt her hair brush against his face. She looked at him, “Let’s be together, Gaara; let’s forget everything for one night.” She kneeled on the bed and swung her leg over his lap. She settled herself and looked up at him, “No matter what my village says, I’ll always be with you, with or without their blessing.” She ran her fingers through his hair, “Give me tonight; I’ll give you the rest of my life.”

Gaara looked at her. She had never looked so beautiful or serious. He ran his hands along her back, “I love you.” Sakura smiled, “And I love you more.” She pressed her lips to his, her whole body, “Whatever happens tomorrow, let me be yours tonight.” He kissed her, fingering the straps of her white vest, “Sakura, I want to make love to you.”

Sakura’s hands slid away from his neck and down his chest, she undid the two buckles and pulled his zipper down. Gaara pulled the vest away. He let her pull down the sturdy zipper of his trench coat. Sakura undid the buttons of his collar slid it over his shoulders. She sighed when she saw he was wearing a heavy black shirt. She ran her hands along his waist and watched him blush. She picked up the hem of his shirt, “Doesn’t this seem familiar?”

He nodded, it was just like her first night in Suna. She had done this, although the reasons were very different now, and he had blushed then too. He slid off the shirt himself, letting it fall to the floor, and looked at her, “Your hair was shorter.” She smiled at him, “You were shorter.” She kissed the alcove of his collar bone. He ran his fingers along her back and found the zipper to her vest. He pulled it down and let it fall open.

Gaara kissed her neck. She pressed her bare chest to his. Gaara’s breathing picked up. He found his hands slipping off the vest and he heard it join the floor with the rest of his shirt. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Her hips pressed into his. Gaara began to nip at her shoulders. He opened his eyes to see that small, light blue spots had formed since he had last held her like this.

He let his canines drag across her pale skin as he memorized how the terrain had changed her taste. He sucked at the skin and made his way up to her ear. He nibbled on it, feeling the tips of her breast harden against his chest. She grabbed a fistful of his red hair and nibbled on his neck.

Gaara moaned. She felt his bite harder and let out a quick gasp of pleasure. Gaara let his hands wander up and down her back. The dust didn’t bother him, but his pants were. He pulled away from her, “I don’t want to take a bath.”

She shook her head, smiling, “Neither do I.”  She kissed his chest and stared up at his, “What do you want to do?” Gaara’s mouth stretched out in a huge, predatory grin, his teeth exposed in the most ferocious of manners, “You don’t want to know what I’ll do to you.”

Sakura grinned, “And if I do?” She was so coy and lovely, Gaara wanted to smother her with his flesh. “Well,” he purred, “I’ll say this,” he moved her bangs from her face, “I’ll know each inch of you from today onward.” With that he put his hands on the sturdy flesh just above her waist. He picked her up from his lap and turned his own body. The dust of the bed rose into the air and danced around them.

He looked at her. He turned to slip off her boots. Each one came off with ease. Gaara kneeled onto the bed and peeled her leggings from her pelvis. He swallowed hard to see nothing but the fruit of her body. He swallowed again, his mind beginning to boil. He pulled the leggings from her calves and over her feet.

Sakura threw her arms around his neck and crushed her lips to his, letting her teeth pull and his soft lips. Gaara let his hands run down her back as he felt her breast caress his own. He swallowed as he felt her hands undo his pants. She exposed him. He felt such great relief and awkwardness as the air chilled and hardened him. Gaara fingered the rings in his pocket. He stood up and let his pants fall to the ground. He stepped out of them and watched Sakura push his coat off the bed with the sole of her foot.

He watched her and grinned, she couldn’t be more beautiful. Her legs pulled up to the rest of her body and she looked at him. He was about to walk over to her when he heard a sound outside the door. He raised his hand and a small stream of sand rose from the gourd. He heard the lock on the door click.

She smiled at him. Gaara flashed her a brilliant smile. Her green eyes shown in the wasting light, “Aren’t you going to come over, Gaara?” He put his palms on the bed and lunged at her. Gaara crawled over her, his red hair shielding all but his mouth from the side.  

He looked down on her, his knees and legs holding him well above her. Gaara looked at her, he felt himself grow hotter and harder as he looked down at her. She looked at him and wrapped her around his neck. “I love you,” she said. He pressed his lips to hers. “I love you more.”

“Gaara,” she said, “you forgot to take off your shoes.” He pulled away from her, a blush heating his nose. He looked at her, “Don’t move,” he said. Sakura giggled, “Never.” Gaara swung his legs over the bed and let his shoes fall to the ground, silently cursing himself.

He crawled back over her and kissed her. He let his legs relax as his kisses trailed a nautilus over her left breast. He relished in her soft moans and repeated the procedure. Sakura let her hands pull his shoulders forward as he went to kiss her, “Fill me,” she whispered, “Fill me with you.” He kissed her. He hoisted his body again and stared at her on the bed, “I’ll always love you,” he whispered. She smiled at him, “I know.” He bent down to kiss her, her voice was barely audible, “Not even death will keep me from you.” She pressed a kiss to his lips as she raised her hips, “I love you.”




Gaara opened his eyes lazily. The first thing he saw was Sakura’s face next to his. Her breaths were soft and easy. Her hair was against her face, the moonlight making it look almost the softest shade of blue. He kissed her cheek and put his arm around her. He felt her naked waist and shivered.

He let his fingers trail up and down her body. “I wonder,” he said, “if we’ll have children.” He felt her move under the heaviness of his arm, “I wonder if I’d be a good father.”


“You’ll be the best.”


Gaara looked at Sakura’s face. Her eyes were partly closed and she was smiling, “I couldn’t think of anyone who’d be a better father.” She kissed the tip of his nose. He pulled her closer, “Do you want to watch the moon with me for a while?” She kissed him, “I’d love to.” Gaara pulled his body up and shivered. He sunk back under the covers. She laughed and wrapped her arms around him. “We can watch it from the window tonight, it’s just as good as the balcony.” He turned around and felt her rest her head on his shoulder, “See,” Sakura pointed out, “it’ll be full tomorrow.” He smiled, “We’ll watch that from the balcony.”