OH MY GAWD DON'T KILL ME!!!!!! I know it's been a while haha I'm just really bad at continuing stories hahaha *cough*

Anywhoo here ya go it's shorter then last but there is more going on so enjoy yay

'Shukaku/ Inner Sakura'

'Thought'

"Speaking"

DISCLAMER: I do not own Naruto…I don't think anyone who writes fan fiction does

He was sitting too close to her, his thigh brushing against her own sending shivers up her spine. He had been very adamant about sitting in the back of the restaurant away from everyone else, most likely to avoid any fan girls. She had to admit she was a bit surprised to find that his groupies numbers on par with Sasuke and Neji.

Her hand was entwined with his again, he had dropped it the second they were inside, she instantly missed the warm tingly feeling it caused. Little did she know so did the man next to her but he did it for her own safety, not that he would ever admit to wanting to protect her, but the hostess was one of his many fan girls and would instantly be up in arms if she saw him linked to a woman.

Shukaku's laughter tinkled in the back of his mind at the similarities of the situation.

Now that they were away from prying eyes Gaara was entertaining himself by making goose bumps rise on her skin and watching her fingers twitch as he lightly moved five pieces of sand along the back of her hand.

She had tried pulling away form his grasp but to no avail, his sand would wrap around their wrists like handcuffs anchoring them together. Why he was so utterly focused on her hand she had no idea but he seemed persistent to sate his curiosity.

Sakura was close to hyperventilating at that point as the grains of sand moved between their loosely clasped hands to trace the pads of her fingers.

The palm of her hand was one of the most sensitive parts of her body, due to her practice in the medical field where chakra is used solely in the hands as well as her super strength gained from Tsunade usually used in punches.

Heat began to coil in the pit of her stomach and a small insignificant mewl passed her lips, so soft that no one else heard except for the man sitting next to her.

The sand dropped from her skin as his hand released hers and he was suddenly not so close. She didn't question his actions but was rather thankful for the space as the food was brought to them. She couldn't even remember what she had ordered due to her previous distraction.

Gaara wished nothing more then to be farther away. Why he had not stopped sooner was beyond him, for some morbid reason he enjoyed the feel of her hand in his, it was almost comforting. Why he insisted on torturing her with individual grains of sand, not even his normal torture but almost sensual torture, perplexed him.

You are going soft.

The comment went unnoticed.

He had no specific reasoning, he just did it, enjoying the way her pulse jumped under her skin, the way her skin heated under his touch and ministrations, her uneasiness as his leg brushed hers, her small squirming when he hit a ticklish spot. Then she had to go and throw the shit in the fan as three things happened at once: she became aroused, she made an erotic noise, and Gaara became impeccably hard.

The sweet musky smell of her arousal still clung to his senses burning his nose, not in an unpleasant way but in a way that opened all his senses making him extremely aware of the female next to him. His sense of smell was nowhere close to the Inuzuka but due to the biju in him his senses were heightened greatly.

Her smell tugged at his senses, it was like the finest of wine to a connoisseur, catnip to a cat, techno to a rave girl (a/n: hint hint go read Rave Girl) and it made Shukaku stir.

Take her now!

Gaara tried to suppress a groan when Shukaku forced images of pink haired girl to barrage his brain. He kept his face calm though except for a slight tick in his jaw and it didn't help when Sakura leaned over to pass a glowing hand over his food and drink like she had the day before.

The smell of strawberries and the faint traces of her fading arousal hit him as strongly as her arousal alone. Grabbing her wrist he held her in place reaching in front of him to his food, with his free hand he tugged the collar of her coat away from her neck. Teal eyes burnt with lust as he leaned forward.

"Gaara-sa-AH!" she couldn't even finish his name before sharp canines bit into her skin at the junction of her shoulder and neck.

Luckily no one was paying heed to the pair in the back of the room and her exclamation was not noticed. She was unable to pull away as he sucked once…twice. His mouth released her but she was not free yet as he lathered the newly formed hicky with his slick tongue, tasting the salt form her sweet skin.

He then released her suddenly ordering her to check her food for poison and eat. She stared at him in shock and with out thinking she grabbed his wrist, right as he was about to fill his mouth with food. Driving a wave of chakra throughout his body sending all his nerves on end causing a pinch of pain all across his body and making him drop his chopsticks.

Sharp eyes flew to meet her angry ones as she hissed between clenched teeth, "Do not ever touch me like that again." Sparks flew between them but Gaara kept his face bored, which only irritated the kunoichi more.

"Gaara swear that you will never do that again." She growled low in her throat, something in her voice made Shukaku listen.

Uninterested eyes flickered to his still captured wrist and when she didn't do anything about it he easily wrenched it off of his person.

"Gaara-" she started again.

"I do not take requests, you are my property and you will do what you are told." He answered every inch a condescending Kazekage.

Sakura flew up in her seat knocking over her chair and catching the attention of a few diners, she noticed and lowered her voice, "I am not your property Gaara-sama, I am merely your temporary nurse because you killed your last one." He stiffened.

"Do not assume I was at fault simply because of my past." He growled back as he stood up as well drawing the notice of nearly the whole restaurant, or at least the ones more interested in gossip then their well-being.

The pink haired kunoichi laughed bitterly, "Well you don't exactly have a clean slate now do you."

"Kunoichi-"

"I have a name bastard use it." She started to move away from the table but was snagged around the elbow. She glared over her shoulder at the nearly fuming Kazekage.

His fuse was shortening, "I'll use it when the right is earned, you should respect your superior and address him by his rightful title."

She laughed again turning to face him as she jabbed her finger into his chest, "Rightful title huh? What? You mean arrogant condescending asshole? You do not deserve my respect, hell, you should be respecting me for Keeping. You. Alive."

He was definitely going to bruise where she was pocking him. An iron grasp found her slim throat and someone gasped bringing the two back to reality.

Then something slithered across his mind.

She…seems…different.

That was all the incentive he needed as the sand whisked them away leaving behind two bills for their untouched food and a confused and worried crowd.

His concentration was off and they hit the floor of his office harder then expected jostling the two apart. Sakura's hand flew to her own throat protectively as she glared murderously at the now unconcerned looking Kazekage.

"You just tried to choke me." She accused in disbelief her one hand still clutching at her throat as the other supported her against the large circular table.

His eyes did not leave her, "That was not my intention."

The aggravated medic snorted, "Then, please, prey tell, what was your intention when you wrapped your hand around me throat?" her voice slowly rose until she was shouting.

He didn't answer.

Her eyes narrowed at him for his silence, "Fine then…" she sighed, "I give up."

He was confused, she gave up? What was she giving up?

Throwing her hands up in the air she gave one rueful laugh, "That's it I give up, I have been here less then two days and already my life has been threatened. What is one failed mission?"

If she noticed the sudden darkening of the Kazekage's expression she didn't let on as she continued.

"I'm here on a simple medical mission, I will not throw my life away for something like babysitting." she laughed again covering her face with her hands, she had been in his presence for less then forty-eight hours and already she was losing it. There was no way in hell she could survive three months of being in Gaara's nearly constant presence.

Before she even sensed him move Gaara was in front of her, arms barricading her in on either side of her slim waist.

"You are not leaving." He growled low in his throat.

Sakura giggled almost hysterically, "You are driving me crazy with your stupid mood swings. I am not your plaything to do with as you please! I am you medic and nothing more." She pushed harshly against his chest but he didn't budge.

She growled savagely almost to par with Gaara's as chakra flew to her hands, "Gaara let me go." She hissed.

"Never."

Warm lips crashed onto her protesting mouth in a brutal kiss, not demanding like the first one they shared but desperate.

Her built up chakra dispersed into the nothingness as she struggled against her tormenter. A slick tongue made its way past her closed lips, tasting her, and a warm hand landed on the exposed skin of her hip. The white trench coat she wore lay open allowing his hands to wander.

Suddenly she was up on the edge of the table, legs on either side of his hips, pressed fully against him and fully aware that he was excited to see her.

"Sakura," his deep baritone whispered against her throat, "Shukaku is becoming more active."

"WHAT?!?" she shouted just as he bit into her collarbone causing her to arch up into him, this time when she pushed against him he backed up enough for her to look into his eyes.

"That is something you should tell me before you start making-out with me." She grumbled irritably, face flushed.

The thumb that found it's way under her shirt rubbed small circles against her rib, "You never asked."

She whacked him in the shoulder, "I would have if you would just follow the stupid schedule I gave you. We are supposed to be doing that right now, not," she motioned between them, "this."

"This," he said, pulling her roughly against him, making her yelp in surprise, "is the problem."

Sakura gave him a disbelieving look, "Shukaku is making you act this way?"

"Shukaku has claimed you as his own. That is why you were able to hear through the doors earlier." He stated coolly.

She didn't believe him for a minute.

Don't place your blame on me boy, it is as much my claim as it is yours.

"Is there any way to get a message to Shukaku?" he didn't catch the mischievous spark in her eyes.

"Anything said to me is said to Shukaku."

Rubbing up against him she tangled her hands in his shaggy hair pulling him closer so her mouth was in contact with his ear, flicking her tongue out to trace along the edge of his ear causing him to hiss in pained pleasure.

"Force will only make me retaliate. Be sweet to get my attention." She whispered seductively.

Shukaku growled, Do as she says but take her by tonight. We are not to be subservient to this woman.

His hands twitched against her heated skin, " I think you got his attention." He groaned against her neck.

Sakura opened her kiss bruised lips to respond just as the meeting room door burst open, Temari and Kankuro burst in arguing, only to be interrupted by a cough.

The two looked up surprised then promptly began to gawked at the scene before them; Sakura's legs were wrapped snugly around Gaara's waist, hands knotted in his hair, one of Gaara's hands up her shirt the other dipping into her shorts at her hip, and a very angry looking hicky on Sakura's neck.

Gaara glared over Sakura's shoulder, "You two are to walk out and not tell anyone what you have just seen."

The two backed up quietly shutting the doors behind them, quick running feet were heard when the door was securely shut.

Sakura looked back at Gaara and giggled, "How long do you think they will keep quiet?"

Gaara removed his hands from under her clothes and helped slide her off the table as Sakura's hands slide to his chest, "Half and hour at best, two minutes at worst."

She shook her head, "We-"

Her stomach growled loudly.

"We need to get food now." Gaara finished as his pink haired medic blushed.

The rest of the day went smoothly, after eating Sakura was able to complete Gaara's medical tests that proved that Shukaku was more active then usual. She noticed in past records that the same activity level recorded during the short four-week stay of Gaara's last head nurse. She filed that in the back of her mind for later inspection.

It seemed like no comments were being made about their supposed relationship, but they were getting a lot of bright smiles from random people in the Kazekage's office building and on the way home. Was it even possible for the people outside the tower to know the gossip yet? Sakura chalked it up to the Kazekage's fan base.

When they reached Gaara's house there was already food prepared and set on the table, still hot. Sakura gave a quick check and once she was sure it was safe she flopped down in her chair and began eating. Gaara eyed her quizzically but sat to eat his food as well.

Gaara finished first and as he moved past Sakura he squeezed her shoulder intent on saying something but on seeing her grimace he changed his tune and decided to say something else.

"Do you want a massage?"

Sakura looked up at him making something in his chest jump, a weary smile on her soft pink lips, "Yes, please." She sighed.

Grabbing her plate before she could get it Gaara took all the dirty dishes and deposited them in the sink.

Sakura was making her way to the couch when he caught her wrist pulling her out of the living room and into her bedroom. She stripped off her coat and he, his kage robes until they were down to what they were wearing only this morning.

They didn't say anything as Sakura flopped down somewhere near the center of her bed, Gaara crawled up next to her placing warm calloused hands on her back.

"What no sand to torture me with?" Sakura muttered into her crossed arms. Too tired from the eventful day to questions Gaara's odd behavior Sakura simply relaxed under Gaara's coaxing hands. She would ask him tomorrow why he was being so nice to her and maybe she would finally get something out of him about his last nurse.

He made no comment as the heat from his hands seeped into her skin and he applied pressure to the tense cords of muscle in her back. His continuous rubbing and pressing against her sore muscles had her whimpering and mewling under his hands when he hit certain spots. Soon all the knots of muscles were gone and he lessened the pressure, simply stroking along her skin, until her breathing slowed and she fell asleep.

This situation was tricky, Gaara didn't know whether to keep on this path of action as he was told or take matters into his own hands. This time Shukaku was nowhere to be found to give his opinion but Gaara knew sooner or later something was going to have to be done, he just hoped he wasn't the one to have to do it.

Sitting there looking down at her sleeping form Gaara realized how tired he was after such a long day, he didn't even have the energy to remove himself from Sakura's room. Laying down next to her his hand caught a few of her pink tresses before her drifted into a dreamless sleep. He would wake up early tomorrow and leave the room before she woke, it was for the best that they not for attachments to one another, at least that's what he told himself.

"Is everything on schedule?" the gruff voice asked the three other men dressed in black cloaks clustered together in a dark alley way somewhere in Suna's capital.

"Yes sir, the Kazekage has formed the attachment with the girl, both human and demon." the younger man answered.

The first figure nodded approvingly, "Good, good, wait a few more days for the connection to strengthen then proceed with the next part of the plan."

A third man spoke up, "Sir, isn't it a bit dangerous to be making this contract with the Hokage's apprentice? Won't it disrupt the political balances?"

The first man laughed deep in his gruff voice, "Why yes my friend, yes it will." Turning suddenly he disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

The two men who had spoken started to grumble to each other about the many risks of attempting the plan a second time. While the man who had not spoken a word merely smiled under his black hood.

TBC

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