Hey there! Here's yet another GaaSaku story for you to enjoy! I wasn't going to put this up, but I got a chapter done, and I couldn't resist it. I'm just so weak when it comes to Gaara and Sakura!

Warning lemon!

Naruto and all the characters associated don't belong to me.

An Unintentional Concept

Chapter One – Once Bitten...

So much had happened with Sakura during her eighteen years of life in this world, both in the personal and the professional aspects of it. Her bond with her friends was as strong as ever, and even though she'd had an extremely disastrous first crush, she'd managed to come out of it with a smile and the determination to never again get that hooked on a guy that didn't care for her at all. She'd had a few boyfriends, though none of them had been serious enough for her to really commit herself to anything more than some rather intense make-out sessions.

Once she attained jounin status, about six months after the mission to rescue the Gaara from the Akatsuki, she had then stepped up her medical training. Tsunade had agreed to intensify their training sessions with much more difficult jutsu's that were both medical and ninja related. Now she was as good as, if not better than, her mentor, something that her shishou now wanted to show off by sending her off to Suna to teach the medics there everything she had learned.

While Suna's medical system was quite competent, they were sorely lacking in the more difficult jutsu's and techniques, things that Tsunade had offered in her position as fifth Hokage. Since Tsunade herself could not take the necessary time out to go and teach them, this was where Sakura came in. As the now former apprentice of the legendary sannin and fifth Hokage, she had her own reputation as a medic, and also as a kunoichi to be reckoned with.

Sakura's being in Suna to help would definitely be a benefit for the alliance between the two villages, and as her shishou had said with a wink and a smirk, "You never know when we might need a favour!" Favour my ass! Sakura had snorted to herself. That wasn't the only reason she'd offered this. It was, as mentioned before, just be another way for the older woman to show off, something she loved to do almost as much as gambling and drinking!

And now Sakura was here in Suna, teaching the medics every single medical related jutsu that she knew and they didn't.

It had been about four months since she'd arrived, and she'd fit in quite nicely. Temari had been the one to greet her when she'd arrived, and had stayed by her side until after meeting up with Gaara to get her schedule. When the issue of where Sakura would stay while she was there came up, Temari had immediately insisted that she stay with them at their place, an offer that Gaara had immediately insisted upon, since she was apparently considered one of their 'friends from leaf', as he put it. So she'd moved in with the Sand siblings.

And that was where everything had started. Any free time that Sakura had was monopolised by Temari, who, it was painfully obvious, was thrilled to finally not be the only girl in the house. Her loud declarations of having to 'put up' with her brothers often made Sakura smile, or giggle, depending on the situation. Pretty soon, the two of them became as close as best friends.

Then Temari's birthday came around, and everything changed from that point on.

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"Hey!" Temari's yelled, moving through the crowd of people. "Come on, Sakura, aren't you going to have a drink? It's free, cuz it's my birthday, y'see! I'm twenty-one! That's a big deal, ya know!"

"Yeah, yeah!" Sakura waved at her. "That's what you said about Kankurou's twentieth! You just want any excuse to party!"

Temari poked her tongue out at her, then dragged her off to the bar to ply her with a huge variety of alcohol, which she insisted that they both had to try at least one shot of. And naturally, a little over an hour later, the two of them were giggling and singing off-key (even though Sakura could hold a tune, just never when she was drunk for some reason). They were also attracting a lot of attention from others that were at the party. Already eight guys had hit on Sakura, but only three had tried it on Temari. (This was probably because she was punching the guys who tried, and that girl had a wicked left hook!)

After awhile, (and the two of them were pretty drunk by then) Temari's brothers turned up and joined the party. The puppet-master eagerly joined in the festivities, but Gaara seemed to prefer to be by himself, though he did have a few drinks. In any case, both brothers were soon inebriated as well, though at different ratios and with completely different results. Kankurou was roaring with laughter at something one of the female guests was saying, and even in her intoxicated state, Sakura realised that he was probably going to take one of those girls home tonight.

Gaara was slowly loosening up as well, and had even been dragged out of his little 'corner' by Temari, who'd then pushed him onto the dance floor. He'd glared at her, of course, but hadn't gone back to his seat. He hadn't stayed on the dance floor either, though. Instead he'd wandered over to the bar for another drink.

Sakura giggled at the sight of a completely drunk Gaara downing even more alcohol, and he must have realised that she was laughing at him, because he turned around and glared at her.

"What's so funny?" he demanded with a slight slur to his words.

She shrugged. "I have no idea, but it's hilarious anyway!" She burst into another fit of giggles until she was distracted by Temari who'd come up beside her and insisted on dragging her off to dance, to the delight of her multiple admirers.

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Gaara watched with a scowl as Temari dragged Sakura away. He had been about to ask her to dance, but that stupid sister of his just had to pull her away before he could! Shukaku growled in his head at the missed opportunity, and demanded that Gaara do something about it. So he did. Pushing away from the bar, the tanuki container rather unsteadily made his way on to the dance floor and over to where Sakura and his sister were dancing with a group of males.

Gaara's protective instincts for his sister, as well as the ones Shukaku was inexplicably imposing on him for Sakura had him glaring at the men, who immediately backed away, leaving a thoroughly disappointed pinkette pouting at their departure. At least, she was disappointed until she saw him.

"Gaara!" she yelled and threw herself at him, hugging him quite tightly. "Are you going to dance with me?"

"Sure," he told her, the alcohol slurring his words a little. He felt Shukaku roll his eyes at him.

'Dancing with a gorgeous girl while you're drunk,' it commented. 'I am sooo gonna have fun tormenting you with this when you're sober!'

Gaara thrust the demon's thoughts to the back of his head, determined to ignore the stupid thing and have some fun for a change. He gyrated against Sakura as the beat of the music got deeper, and she responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing herself against him. He leaned into her, breathing in her scent from her hair and her neck, going a little crazy as his hormones started going into overdrive, the effect enhanced by the alcohol he'd consumed.

Her lips met his in a passionate kiss and all thought fled from his brain as her tongue teased his and they warred for dominance in the kiss. Her hands came up to thread through his hair even as his roved downwards to cup her bottom. Gaara growled into their kiss as his actions caused them to brush against each other. His senses were overwhelmed by her and all he could think about was being as close to her as physically possible.

The need for oxygen parted them, and then they were dancing once again, swaying to the beat as their bodies collided over and over. A heightened sense of awareness washed over Gaara as he inhaled the scent of the female before him. She was intoxicating, more so than the alcohol had been, and he wanted nothing more than to whisk her away and have his way with her delicious body.

'Do it,' Shukaku urged him, and he relented to the tanuki's desires, pulling the pink haired beauty to him and transporting them to his room at home. She took a moment to notice that their surroundings had changed, but it didn't seem to bother her, especially with the way she immediately responded to his sudden and frantic kisses.

Sakura seemed almost desperate as well as she began pulling at his clothing, and he responded in kind, yanking her little top off over her head and pushing her towards his bed. As soon as they were naked he shoved her on to the bed, following her down. As their bodies pressed against one another, Gaara heard her moan, and he lost what little control he had over his actions.

Moving down her body, he trailed a path of kisses along her that had her moaning and whimpering his name. When he reached her apex, he pushed her thighs further apart, inhaling deeply, allowing the scent of her arousal to take him over completely. At urgings from his demon, Gaara dipped his tongue into her soft folds, earning a startled cry and arching of her back from Sakura.

Gaara placed his hand firmly on Sakura's hips, keeping her firmly in place as he continued to lap at her, licking up her juices even as they spilled out. Then, she orgasmed, and he licked her clean before moving up to loom over her. Looking down at her, he nearly came undone from the satisfied look on her face. He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed.

A choked cry of pain escaped from Sakura's lips as he broke her thin barrier, and Shukaku suddenly started whispering in his head. 'She's untouched!' he hissed, seeming to enjoy this as much as his host. 'Mark her! Then she'll be ours and no one else's!'

The thought of Sakura belonging only to him made him lose any control he might have had before, and he began moving inside of her, thrusting in and out at a furious pace. Carefully he licked her neck where it met her shoulder, then bit deeply, drawing blood as both his and Shukaku's chakra mixed into the wound, sealing it permanently. She was his now, and this knowledge had him slamming into her harder and harder until he felt her walls clamp around him as she released, and he followed a moment later, spilling his seed deep within her womb.

Exhausted, Gaara collapsed on top of his mate, resting there a moment before pulling out and rolling off of her, gathering her close to him and allowing himself to relax, falling into a light sleep even as he sensed her do the same.

Yes, Gaara sleeps. Shukaku's still in him, but he's weakened enough for him to sleep. Review please!