First Feelings?

Sakura woke with a small gasp and shot up in the bed so fast that Gaara had to jump back a few feet to avoid colliding heads with her. He looked at her a little concerned as her brow squinted in confusion. She looked around the room and her eyes fell upon him last. At the moment he was only wearing sleeping pants that were low on his hips because he had just woken and had come to check on her. He hadn’t counted on her waking up and finding him so scantily clothed. Then again, she wasn’t much better. She had been divested of all her clothes the only thing keeping her modest were the bandages that Izawa had secured around her breasts and the panties that she wore. Though he had only seen them when Izawa was moving her into the bed.

“Kazakage Sama?” she looked back to her sheets and realizing how little she was wearing blushed up and covered herself with the sheet. Gaara couldn’t help but to think it was cute. He quickly pushed the thought form his mind and tried to regain some profession in his stance. “How long have I been sleeping?”

“Two days. Though I wouldn’t put much thought to it, Izawa said that it would be good for you and your wounds would heal quicker when your body was at rest.” He looked at her then away out the window. “Do you think you’re feeling well enough to leave the bed?”

He watched her check her vitals herself and was shocked when he realized he had forgotten that she was a medical shinobi herself, and a damn good one too. He had been there helping the old woman when he was taken by the Akatsuki. After a quick look over and five minutes of counting things she looked at him with a semi bright smile. “Yeah, I should be able to my chakra’s back up to where it should be and I can’t find anything too wrong.”

Gaara nodded as if only to himself. “Get dressed. There are some clothes in the dresser,” he pointed to it, “Temari brought them for you. I’ll get breakfast started.” And with that he left the room. He didn’t know what it was but something about that girl gave him feelings he thought he was incapable of feeling. Not only did he feel sorry for the girl but there was compassion, understanding, and worst of all lust for her. The girls around Suna were pretty enough but he had never dreamed that when someone looked as vulnerable as she did two nights ago when he had seen her so close to death could look so attractive.  

The more he thought about it the angrier it made him. Gaara had never known anything of love or compassion in his life, then this one girl comes along and it’s all he can do not to take advantage of her weakened state. He decided. The sooner she was healthy the sooner she could leave and go back home, and he was damned if he wasn’t going to try to do everything he could to help her get better. Like someone as beautiful as her could ever love a monster like me.

Sakura watched Gaara leave and let out a breath that she didn’t realize she was holding in. How could anyone look that handsome? Her mind still had a clear picture of what he looked like before he disappeared through the door. He had gotten taller, his red hair and grown longer and it covered the tops of his light blue eyes giving them a darker color that reminded her of the sea after a storm. But his height and hair weren’t the only things that had grown. His body was carved with muscles that even Kakashi would envy. Just from looking at him shirtless she could see all of the raw power that lay just under the skin and it was such a turn on. The lower her eyes went the better it got. His pajama bottoms had been low on his hips, so low she could see most of his sex lines and even just thinking about them and what lay just a little lower not only had her mouth watering but her skin turning hot as a blush set in on her cheeks.

She had to get out of Suna and fast. If she was getting the hots for the Kazagae after only seeing him once, she didn’t care how good the view was, then she was going to be in trouble the longer she stayed here. Slowly, so she didn’t accidently throw any sore muscles out she stood from the bed and staggered over to the dresser. She did have to admit, Temari had an excellent taste in clothes.

Sakura looked at herself in the mirror. She had removed the bandages from around her chest and healed up the rest of the damage, unfortunately doing so drained all of her chakra so she would have to stay at least one more night, possibly more if her energy didn’t return to her. Now instead of bandages she wore a black lace push-up bra with red roses delicately sewn into the lace, with a matching thong. While she didn’t care for the butt-floss all that much Temari had been kind enough to go with cotton instead of just plain lace and she would have to thank her for that. She also provided Sakura with a pair of soft and a deep blue material shirt that was a butterfly long-sleeved kind and the way it clashed with her skin was amazing. The skirt was a little too Ino for her, but it was still beautiful. Black with white around the trim, it fitted tight on her hips but once it reached her mid thigh it only covered one leg. Sakura took in her appearance and fixed her hair. It had grown so long; she now could put it in a braid and let it fall over her shoulder which is how she wore it today.

She walked out into the kitchen where the smell of eggs and bacon assaulted her nose. She smiled at the smell and sat down at the island and waited for Gaara to turn around. When he did she could tell that he was appreciating his sister’s choice in clothing as well. He froze and she could see that small hint of lust in his eyes even though he was trying hard to hide it. She didn’t blame him. If it was up to her he’d be on top of her right now instead of five feet away making breakfast. He turned back to his food and dished it out onto two plates and came over to her the sand doing all the work, carrying the plates and silverware while he went to the fridge behind her and grabbed the orange juice and two glasses from the china cabinet beside it. Then he came and sat beside her, pouring her then himself a glass.

“This looks really good.” Sakura took a bite and her taste buds exploded. She had never tasted food this good before, it was shocking that Gaara of all people had been the one to cook it. She looked at him with wide eyes and swallowed slowly, savoring the taste. “Where on earth did you learn to cook?”

“Well when Temari cant and Kankuro refused to I gritted my teeth and took a class. It was degrading but worth it.” he took a bit and looked at her.

“Wow, you have to come cook for me some time.” She smiled, and even though she knew she was kidding, the thought of him in her house, just the two of them, drove her crazy.

Gaara smirked. “Well maybe I will next time I’m in Konoha.” Sakura smiled and turned away slightly and finished eating. Secretly wishing that she would be able to get her hormones under control before she did something she regretted.