Me: Oh my God, everybody this is the last chapter of "But It's Better If You Do!" Ahh!!!

Gaara: Seriously?

Hinata: Wow. Are you going to continue it?

Me: If I get enough people wanting me to, I will make a series, yes.

Gaara: Great, more horrible writing.

Me: /Glares/ What?

Gaara: /Backs away/ Nothing.

Me: That's what I thought. Hinata, will you please do the disclaimer?

Hinata: Sure! Michelle doesn't own Naruto, or any of it's characters, That's why she's making a Fan Fiction. Get it?

Me: Thanks Hina! Now, ON WITH THE STORY! /Grabs tissue/ I'm gonna miss it!

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…Gently pressed their lips together. Hinata felt as though she was on air. Nothing could have possibly prepared her for what she was experiencing in that moment. Gaara was the first to climb out of the depths for air, and looked down at his love.

Hinata said nothing.

"Hinata… I-"

Hinata placed her dainty finger upon his lips.

"Don't say anything. You're such a moment-ruiner (RUINER IS NOT A WORD: I REPEAT: RUINER IS NOT A WORD)."

Gaara smirked and placed his forehead on Hinata's.

"Come on, let's go home."

Hinata nodded, and they linked hands, fingers intertwining with each other. When they reached the Kazekage's house, they were greeted with a rather bruised and battered Kankuro, and a smug-looking Temari.

"Well, now what have we here?" asked Temari, sarcasm and humor evident in her tone.

Hinata blushed, and pressed her face into Gaara's chest. Gaara smiled and held his love closer to his body.

"We've had a rough night tonight, so we're just going to turn in now. Think you can take care of Kankuro on your own, Temari?"

Temari smiled.

"Of course, Gaara. You can count on me. Good night, both of you."

Hinata turned around and smiled.

"Good night, Temari-nee-san."

Gaara nodded, and grabbed Hinata's hand, and walked up the stairs. He led her to his bedroom, and well, I'll just leave the rest up to you, okay?

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SSix Years LaterS

Gaara laid down on his couch, silently praising Saturdays. His elder siblings having moved out, silence was something often seen in his house. Well, unless he was here.

"Daddy!" yelled a black haired, aqua-eyed five year old boy.

The little boy leapt onto Gaara, and knocked the wind out of his father.

"Hikaru, did you jump on your father again!?"

Gaara, still trying to breath, answered for his little bundle of energy.

"Yes," he wheezed, "He did!"

Hinata appeared out from behind the kitchen wall, wooden spoon in hand.

"Don't blame he, he gets it from your side of the family!"

Gaara glared at his wife, then realized it had absolutely no affect on her what-so-ever. Hinata just smirked her smug little smirk, and threw the wooden spoon hitting Gaara in the head, effectively getting cookie dough all through his hair.

Time stopped. Hikaru blinked. Gaara looked to his wife. Time began.

Gaara picked up his son, placed him on the couch, and took off after his wife up the stairs.

"RUN MOMMY, RUN!"

Hinata giggled, and ran into her room, locking the door. It was only then she realized that her oh-so-loving husband could still transport using sand. She innocently smiled up at Gaara, and reached for the doorknob.

"I don't think so," he said grabbing both of her wrists, and pinning them above her head.

"Did you really think you could get away from me that easily, Hina-koi?"

"Well obviously, Gaara-kun."

Gaara smirked. He could be the most powerful person in the world, yet this woman would never change the way she looks at him. And he loved her for that. And she loved him merely because, well, sometimes she didn't really even know herself. But they did. And that's all that matters. And that's all that will ever matter.

Hinata looked up at her love.

"I should probably get back to work," mumbled Gaara.

"But I really want to just stay here."

He nuzzled her neck, never letting go of her wrists.

"It's so much better right here, in your arms."

Hinata giggled, and kissed his cheek.

"Well first you need to do this: Think of what you want to do the most, find something that makes you want to do it, forget all inhibitions that keep you from fulfilling it, and say to yourself, "But It's Better If You Do.""

SThe EndS