Last chapter! A combination of yahoo and dang! You know, because it's over? Anyway, make sure you enjoy!

Don't own Naruto.

Chapter Four – So Much For My Happy Ending

"Uh, Gaara," Sakura stated, rather obviously and a little dumbfounded, despite the fact that she had been looking for him, after all. "W-what are you…?"

"I saw you before, with Hyuuga," Gaara interrupted her. "I thought that the two of you were going to… Why are you by yourself now?"

Looking away, Sakura had absolutely no idea what to do. Gaara had basically said that he thought that she was in Neji's bed right now instead of here, and she probably would have been if she hadn't moaned the wrong name. No… scrap that, she definitely would have been there right now.

"It doesn't matter," she told him, and sniffed, but not because she was upset, just because her sinuses needed clearing.

But Gaara obviously thought differently, because he came to sit next to her and asked, "Did he upset you? Is that why you're crying?"

And only now did it actually occur to her that he probably thought she was upset because of the combination of her tears and her sniff. "I'm not upset," she told him. "We didn't argue. We just… didn't do what I thought we'd do."

"Ah," Gaara spoke. "So you are sad because you aren't engaging in sexual activities with him right now?"

Sakura gave him a weird look. "No," she told him. "I already said I'm not upset."

"Then why were you crying?" He would not be daunted.

She shrugged. "Sometimes a girl just needs to cry."

There was silence between the two of them, then it was broken when Sakura whispered, "I'm sorry. You know, for abandoning you when I was in Suna. I shouldn't have done it."

She heard him take in a deep and slightly shaky breath before he spoke, "You don't need to be sorry. I suppose I was expecting too much for you to stay. I mean, I didn't ask you to, so you had every right to leave."

Tentatively, Sakura reached out her hand and let it rest on Gaara's. She felt him twitch slightly beneath her touch before he stared down at her hand. She could hear that his breathing had increased slightly so she removed her hand. However, it didn't get far before his shot out and grabbed hold of it in a slightly painful grip. Ignoring the pain, because she thought she deserved it, Sakura looked up at him to see that he was still staring at her hand.

Sensing her gaze, he looked up and their eyes met. As it had been earlier in the night, Sakura couldn't look away as Gaara's intense eyes pierced through her, and her breath caught in her throat. Time seemed to stand still as he moved nearer until their lips were so close that she could feel his breath on hers. Her heart completely stopped for two seconds before starting up again with a much faster rhythm, then suddenly she pulled away.

Before she could speak, though, Gaara beat her to it. "Sorry," he mumbled, releasing her hand and looking away.

Sakura closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to steady her shaking nerves. "It's not your fault," she told him, opening her eyes again and looking at him. "I just can't…"

"You can't because of him," Gaara interrupted, standing up. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have…"

Now it was Sakura's turn to interrupt him. Standing abruptly, she reached up, wrapped her arms around him and planted a kiss on him. She could feel his shock as she continued to kiss him, and could even sense his confusion. Despite this, though, he wrapped his arms around her and slowly kissed her back. They stayed like this until they both needed to breathe, then pulled apart with him looking questioningly down at her.

"That's not what I meant," Sakura whispered. "What I meant was that I can't do this without telling you… The reason why I'm not with Neji now is…"

Gaara silenced her with his lips, crushing hers in a quick and bruising kiss. Pulling away, he said fiercely, "I don't want to know."

"But I have to… Mmph!"

Kisses were apparently very good for shutting someone up, but dammit! Sakura knew she needed to tell him… There was something she had to… Oh, fuck it all! Eagerly she responded to Gaara's ministrations, especially when his hands began to wander. One crept up her shirt to brush against and then cup a breast while the other one moved to her bottom. Sakura's own hands came up to thread through his hair, and her head arched back as he moved his kisses down her throat.

"Gaara," she moaned, and a small part of her mentally cheered at moaning the right name this time.

He growled into her neck, and she recognised it as a very satisfied sound. Pressing herself against him, she wasn't surprised when Gaara's sand suddenly swirled up around them and they were suddenly in a completely different place. A quick glance around had Sakura recognising one of the official ambassadorial suites in the building next to the Hokage's building. It looked like renovations had been done for this one, though.

Before anything in particular could happen, Sakura pulled away from him, ignoring her body's protestations. Gaara simply stared at her as she gulped nervously before stepping back. He still stood there, motionless and with a blank expression on his face. Hesitantly she looked away, staring at the floor until he closed the distance between them and cupped her chin with his fingers, making her look at him.

"Sakura," he whispered. "If you don't want to do this, then I understand."

Sakura raised a hand to the one that kept her captive and grasped it in her own before replying, "I do want to, but I need to tell you something first."

A dark look crossed his face before Gaara snapped, "I don't really want to hear it. You're just going to tell me about the Hyuuga, aren't you? I saw you outside the club, I know what you were doing. I heard you say my name."

Shock was plastered all over her face. He'd heard that !? Sakura simply could not hide the look on her face, and she heard him sigh. Roughly, he pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her hair.

"I don't know what happened with the two of you after that," he mumbled into her cherry locks. "I left because I was shocked. Why did you say my name?"

"I don't know," Sakura whispered. "I think… I think it's because of what Temari told me."

Gaara pulled away from her and looked down at her enquiringly. There was no way that she was going to tell him that she knew that he loved her, that was for him to tell her.

So instead she said, "She told me what happened the next morning, you know, after I left. She said you were looking everywhere for me. I guess she figured that you probably cared about me or something, going by your reaction."

Sakura closed her eyes and breathed in as Gaara pulled her close to him again. "I was extremely worried," he admitted. "I didn't understand why you'd left."

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

He shook his head. "I told you," he said. "You don't need to be sorry."

Once again, their lips met in a fierce kiss as Gaara started to push her towards the bed. Sakura allowed herself to fall onto the soft mattress, watching him as he followed her down. His hands wandered over her body, going lower until he reached her feet, pulling her shoes off. Moving back up, he tugged at her skirt until it came off, then began to kiss at her throat, moving downwards and removing the buttons off her shirt as he went.

Now Sakura was only in her bra and panties, but Gaara was still fully dressed. Not happy with that, she decided to take control, and when he lay over her to catch her lips with his, she pushed him on his back and began to return the favour. He smirked at her when she yanked his boots off, rather forcibly, then began to undo and unbuckle his clothing. Gaara hadn't been wearing his usual attire, just a mesh shirt, coat and pants. Definitely much easier to take off, Sakura decided.

As soon as he was down to his boxers, Gaara decided to take control back and flipped them again, running his hands over her body. Sakura shivered in delight as his fingers worked the clasp of her bra and her breasts were released from their confinement. Instantly his lips were upon them, and as she moaned in pleasure, she remembered that he'd liked them a lot last time, too.

As he suckled her almost seemed to purr contentedly, and the sound turned her on even more than she already was. Gaara's hands began to wander downwards and his fingers hooked on her lacy white underwear, pulling them down so that now she was completely bared to him. Sakura moaned in displeasure when he detached his mouth from her breast, but she gasped when he moved further down, and she spread her legs apart for him, knowing where he was going.

Her hips jerked off the bed the instant he dipped his tongue into her soft folds. Sakura cried out as Gaara pushed deeper into her, his hand coming up to hold her hips down. He pressed his tongue flat against her and she whimpered at the intense pleasure that this caused.

"Gaara!" she cried. "Oh kami!"

When he nibbled lightly on her pearl, she screamed in ecstasy as she suddenly came. Her hands, which had unknowingly come up to thread through his hair, gripped his locks tightly as she spilled over in her climax. Gaara licked up the remains of her juices then moved up to hover over her. He captured her lips with his, and Sakura could taste herself on him. Then he positioned himself and pushed.

Barely any time had passed for her to recover, but now Sakura could feel heat building up inside her again as Gaara's steady thrusts began the dance all over again. Raising her leg, she wrapped it around him securely, meeting him thrust for thrust as they moved together. Moans once more escaped her lips as they danced, and she held on tightly to him as he pounded ferociously into her.

Sakura could feel another orgasm coming, and this time she rode out with him. Gaara swore as she clamped down hard around him, milking him for all he was worth. After a few more thrusts, he collapsed on top of her, and they lay like that for awhile before moving as they began their dance again.

Much later into the night, Sakura lay there only half awake, listening to the sound of Gaara's steady breathing. There was no way, absolutely no way, that she was going to take off again, and she smiled as his arms tightened unconsciously around her. She wanted to stick around this time, see what happened. Turning to face him, she kissed his lips lightly, smiling when Gaara's eyes cracked open slightly.

The next morning Sakura woke languorously, rolling over to come face to face with Gaara once more. She smiled. He really looked cute while he slept, she decided, so peaceful. Tenderly she raised her hand to his cheek, lightly brushing her fingers over the soft skin. He stirred only slightly, and she smiled. But then the smile vanished as her stomach made a weird flip-flop, and not the good kind.

Sakura shot up in the bed, then rushed, still naked, to the bathroom where she proceeded to throw up in the toilet. What the hell? She hadn't drunk enough to have a hangover from last night, so why was she…? The sound of Gaara coming into the room behind her barely distracted her from the train her thoughts were suddenly on. Throwing up. Why else would she throw up? Wait… when did she last…?

As Gaara knelt beside her, brushing back her hair with his fingers and quietly asking if she was alright, Sakura felt an all-consuming panic begin to overwhelm her. There was only one response for all this that was even registering in her head at that moment, and for some reason, she voiced it.

"Oh shit!"

Ok, that was an absolutely great place to end it, wasn't it? …What? You don't agree? Well, never mind. You'll be able to find out how things go in the next sequel, and as soon as I can, I'll start planning for that. But don't expect it to come anytime soon. Unless I'm hit by an epiphany, it might take awhile. Not too long, but not too quick, either.

Anyway, make sure you review. It's a sure-fire way to encourage the sequel. See ya!