Okay, a bit of a warning. This chapter has some naughty stuff-I don't get into detail with it, but consider yourselves warned.

Enjoy the chapter!

"I thought you said this was going to be an adventure," Sasuke muttered under his breath.

Him, Gaara and Kankuro were standing dressed in the heaviest winter gear. In front of them, a monolith of snow awaited their shovels.

"I heard that, Uchiha!" Temari yelled from the house. "Now if you boys have done a good enough job, I'll give you some of this hot chocolate I'm fixing up."

"Yeah, yeah, make us do all the work," Kankuro pouted.

"What was that?" Temari growled.

"Nothing, nothing, dear sister!" Kankuro fakely laughed, digging his shovel into the snow.

Sasuke took his shovel and started heaving heavy snow over his shoulders, the prospect of hot chocolate motivating him. Gaara went over to the other side of the snow pile and started the hard work of shoveling all of the snow out of the walkway.

Hours passed, and all of them grew exhausted, slumping down on the cold snow. Temari came out with steaming cups of chocolate deliciousness, which she gave to each of them.

"Come on in and take a break," she smiled.

They all headed into the warm house, sitting by the fireplace and sipping their hot chocolate. They shared laughter and conversation, marshmallows swimming around in their drinks. Underneath the warm blanket, Gaara and Sasuke secretly held hands. The warm fire lapped like waves against the logs, soothing with its ambience.

"Oh, shit!" Temari yelled suddenly. "Those were the last of the logs! And the heat is broken…"

Everyone stayed quietly sitting where they were. No one dared to go back into the freezing air.

"I'll go," Sasuke finally offered, getting to his feet and stretching.

"Me too!" Gaara said enthusiastically. Temari and Kankuro looked at him suspiciously.

"I mean…th-the logs are really heavy. We need two people to carry them," Gaara awkwardly smiled. Sasuke bit back a chuckle as Temari nodded in agreement.

The two marched off into the cold snow once more, both of them silhouetted against the setting sun. They said no words, both of them silently marching. They approached a wooden shed, its roof overrun with ice.

"The woodpile is in th-" Gaara said as Sasuke suddenly slammed him against the door of the shed.

Sasuke sucked Gaara's neck, tenderly biting it and caressing it with his tongue. Gaara let out a gasp of surprise, his fingers digging into Sasuke's shoulders. Sasuke moved up to Gaara's mouth, enveloping him in a powerful kiss, the two sharing saliva as their two tongues met each other. Sasuke lifted his cold hands up Gaara's shirt, to which Gaara cried out.

"Your hands are so cold!" Gaara yelped, pushing Sasuke's hands away.

Both of them stood laughing for a long time, lost in their own world.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" A voice behind them snapped.

Sasuke whirled around, ripping his hands out from under Gaara's shirt.

Temari was standing behind them, eyebrow raised.

"Well?"

"It's um…not what it looks like, Temari," Sasuke nervously sputtered out.

"Oh really? Well, I think it is. And I only have one thing to say to the both of you," she replied, eyes narrowing at both of them. Sasuke swallowed the fear down his throat, his heart racing in the winter cold. Gaara was silent next to him.

"Can I watch?"

"What?" Gaara yelled, completely taken aback. His face was a dark red.

"I uh, want to watch," Temari said, smiling, tilting her head to the side.

"N-No way! No!" Gaara shouted, horrified.

"Well then…I suppose I'll have to go tell Kankuro," she sighed, turning around and heading back the way she came.

"NO!"

Temari turned around, grinning from ear to ear. Gaara avoided eye contact with her, keeping his eyes to the ground.

"I…I guess…you can, you can…watch," Gaara stuttered, turning away from her and putting his hands to his face in embarrassment.

Temari and Sasuke both started laughing. Gaara sighed and pouted, sitting down on a pile of snow.

"It's not that bad," Sasuke smiled, planting a kiss on Gaara's forehead and rubbing his shoulders.

"Yeah, whatever," Gaara mumbled, his red hair blending in with the color of his face.

"How about we go in the shed? It's freezing out here," Temari suggested, opening the door.

"Ladies first," Sasuke grinned as Gaara mimed shooting himself. It was going to be an awkward night.

God, what is taking them so long? Temari went to see what they were doing, and that seemed like half an hour ago…Kankuro thought, cuddled up in a blanket on the couch. The fire had long since gone out, the logs blackened with ashes.

"I'm cold!" Kankuro cried out, adorned in his Barney pajamas and his bunny slippers. There was no response.

"I should go see what they're doing…"

Shivering and cursing, Kankuro, still clad in pajamas, marched his way outside. It was dark now, night stars shining in the sky. Flashlight in hand, he marched out to the shed. Shining his light on it, he stopped.

"That's weird…" he said, looking around him. Suddenly, the noise in the shed started again.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH," Kankuro screamed. "IT'S A MONSTER! IT'S EATEN EVERYONE AND I'M THE ONLY ONE LEFT! THE WOODPILE MONSTER! OH MY GOD WHAT DO I DOOOOO OH GOD!" He ran around in circles in the snow, terrified.

"Did you hear something?" Gaara asked.

"It was nothing," Sasuke muttered, hands on Gaara's bare waist.

Eventually, Temari, Sasuke and Gaara made their way back to the house, Temari and Sasuke laughing while Gaara stayed quiet. Sasuke and Gaara were completely exhausted, dragging each other through the burden of the snow.

"I wonder what Kankuro's doing…" Temari asked, frowning. "Oh well."

They all walked in the doorframe, and facing them was an ancient warrior, armed to the teeth with dagger that was aimed at all of them.

Or Kankuro would have liked to think as he screamed, holding the kitchen pan defensively.

"MONSTER! YOU ATE MY FRIENDS! TAKE THIS!" He yelled, rushing towards them with the pan.

Temari put out a foot, and Kankuro slipped, crashing down onto the cold floor, his hand twitching.

"What the hell, Kankuro?" Temari asked, walking to the kitchen and leaving him crying on the floor.

Gaara and Sasuke held hands, laughing as they went up to Gaara's room.

They both stopped short as they saw the photograph on the floor. Letting go of Sasuke's hand, Gaara picked it up off the floor and placed it on his dresser.

"It's a picture of my mother," Gaara softly said. "She died of the disease early on."

"I'm sorry, Gaara," Sasuke replied, grabbing his hand again and holding it tight.

"She was the person I was closest to in the world, and then she left me. I've never been close to anyone again," Gaara whispered, his shoulders wracking with emotion.

Sasuke let go of Gaara's hand, sitting on his bed quietly.

"Gaara…" he began, and then stopped.

"I love you, Uchiha Sasuke," Gaara stuttered, trembling.

Sasuke's face turned a bright red, and his mouth opened slightly, and then shut.

"I…I love you too, Gaara," Sasuke breathed, his words slow and full of meaning. His heart pounded once again, hard and painful against his chest. Gaara moved to sit next to Sasuke on the bed. They shared their silence together.

"Gaara," Sasuke began again, smiling. "I think I got lost in this storm and missed my conference for a reason. Call it destiny, though I never believed in it. Or maybe fate is the better word. Yes, I like that. Call it a storm of fate," he laughed.

Gaara smiled along with him, admiring the glint in Sasuke's eyes.

"A storm of fate. I like that," he said, stroking Sasuke's hand.

The two lay together that night, their two lives as one, sharing their body heat, hearts pounding and love searing. Fate had finally brought the two of them to meet the other, as was destined. Sasuke would never regret getting lost inside a storm of fate.

Cheesy ending? Maybe. But cheesy can be fun sometimes.

I hope you enjoyed all of it! I'm going to start writing some new fan fictions soon, so be on the lookout for those. And possibly another SasuGaara story. :3