Another set of drabbles
Before I forget, I posted an essay about Bleach's GinRan pairing over at imeji
(a character essay community that mitsukishiroi , zelha and I have) just in case some of you are interested. Go over and give it a read if you've got time, it'd be greatly appreciated. xD
Now, I finally managed to get Timpy out of his stupor and forced him to help me with another set of GaaSaku drabbles for your enjoyment. I'm trying to get give you guys something to wet your appetites while my bitchy muse and I settle our temporary differences. These are actually a single one-shot divided into sections for the different prompts (once again provided by my dear Shiroi Sisters ♥). These are all AU.
This is my take on the classic scenario of waking up in a strange bed after a night of drinking...we've all been there someway or the other!
Hope you enjoy!
Sand
Sakura felt like if a bag of sand had been poured over her eyes. No matter how much she tried to open them, they refused to obey. The throbbing of her head didn’t help either and as she desperately tried to come awake, the pain intensified greatly. A slight wave of nausea washed over her for a few moments but luckily, it subsided. In her state of semi-consciousness, she recognized the symptoms of a hangover immediately and wanted nothing more than to fall back into the oblivion of sleep.
She would’ve been happy to do exactly that but she was quickly becoming aware of the fact that she was sleeping somewhere completely unfamiliar. The feel of the sheets underneath her was entirely different to what she woke up to everyday and the pillow beneath her cheek smelled of something elusive… a strange scent that wasn’t unpleasant in the least and that brought a strange sensation of tingling all over her body.
A low moan escaped from her lips as she borrowed her nose deeper into her pillow, breathing deeply. Her eyes still refused to open though; they felt completely sandy and gritty, like if she had slept with her make-up on. It happened sometimes when she came home late after a night on the town… she would barely have enough energy to put on her pajamas, much less remove her make-up. Thus, she’d wake up with her eyes stuck together and with black marks under eyes. Having the suspicion that this was what had happened last night, she lifted one of her hands to her face and rubbed her eyes, another low grumble escaping her lips.
It was then that she heard the distinctive sound of a derisive chuckle surprisingly nearby.
She abruptly realized she wasn’t alone in the strange bed she was sleeping in.
Forgetting the throbbing of her head and the nausea she had previously felt, Sakura forced her eyes open in an instant, coming awake with a jolt. All her senses went instantly into overdrive as she woke to the vision of an unfamiliar bedroom and of a very naked man next to her.
Knowing it was useless to try and hide the utter shock from her expression, she had no qualms in staring at him in disbelief with gritty green eyes.
Vivid red hair created a completely contrast against the white pillowcase he was resting on, one arm beneath his head. His tall form was stretched languidly next to her, perilously close. Sakura suddenly realized that if she moved a single inch, she would come in direct contact to the very much naked skin he was surely hiding beneath the sheets.
And on the heels of that realization came the awareness that she herself was stark naked as well.
Utter disbelief flashed across her eyes as images and sensations of the intimate activities they had participated in the previous night came plummeting into her mind.
‘Now I’ve done it,’ she thought desperately. ‘I tumbled into bed with him.’
She closed her eyes tightly once more, wishing for all this to be some strange dream. The feel of the soft sheets against her bare skin didn’t disappear, however and she was forced to open her astonished orbs once more. But she instantly regretted her actions, for she came across a pair of mocking jade eyes that seemed to be enjoying the inner turmoil she was blatantly displaying on her face greatly.
Unconsciously, Sakura brought her hand up to her eyes again and started rubbing them forcefully.
“Sand got in your eyes?” he asked mockingly, another dark chuckle escaping his lips. To her irritation, he sounded completely calm and relaxed.
“Gaara,” she said finally, her voice a perfect mix of incredulity and shock.
“At least you remember my name,” he replied sarcastically.
Shower
As he let the warm water run down his back while he took a leisurely shower, the redhead couldn’t avoid grinning to himself. The events of last night’s party had happened quite unexpectedly and if he was completely honest, if he’d been asked to predict what woman from those present at the social gathering would end up in his bed, Sakura would’ve been the last on his list.
Not that she was the least attractive one by any means. If truth were told, the pink haired beauty had already caught his very avid attention at previous social events. The companies they respectively worked for had recently merged and in an attempt to get their employees to mingle, higher management had made it a point to throw parties every so often. Their tactics had worked very effectively and it had been in one of these occasions that Gaara, head of his own department, had been introduced to Sakura, the personal assistant of one of the managers with whom he had a direct work relationship.
Her easy smile and generous curves had caught his eyes immediately but he soon realized that she wasn’t only about looks. She could easily keep up with complicated conversations concerning all kinds of subjects and more often than not, she would make incredibly perceptive comments that would end up surprising everyone. She usually provided a completely refreshing perspective to things and would point out an angle that everyone else had overlooked.
What she was doing as an assistant was something that had always baffled Gaara. Sakura was certainly capable of handling a higher ranking job without even batting an eyelash… she was a businesswoman that should definitely not be underestimated.
He wasn’t the only one who had noticed all this, however and many of his own co-workers had made an attempt to win her favour… and to tangle with her beneath the sheets as well. Conversely, Sakura had proven to be difficult and it seemed that she wasn’t prone to sleeping around with the first idiot that showed up at her office door. This was something that sparked Gaara’s interest even more since it showed a degree of self-respect that wasn’t very common when it came to the women in their working environment.
This was precisely the reason why his surprise had been genuine the night before when a slightly tipsy but very demanding Sakura had approached him around midnight, asking his opinion about one of their company’s newest business ventures. Gaara had answered her questions compliantly, knowing very well that it was only an excuse to engage him directly. He’d noticed the fiery glint in her emerald eyes the moment she’d challenged him with one of her observant queries. From experience, he knew that the last thing she was interested in was discussing some boring topic they could’ve talked about any day at the office. His instincts served him well for as he had fairly predicted, fuelled by her inebriated state, she had managed to corner him into a dark spot away from the main gathering.
Having had a quite a few drinks himself, the redhead was not of a mind to deny the hot press of her lips against his nor the feel of her soft curves as she leaned insistently against his body. If truth were told, he had actually been looking forward to it for some time. He wrapped her up in his arms and pulled her closer, returning her kiss hungrily. With the way he took control of their little exchange, it was clear that the desire she’d been hinting at was far from one-sided.
Calling a taxi and discreetly leaving the party was naturally the best course of action.
Sakura didn’t complain when he suggested they head over to his place either. It was much closer than her apartment and from the smouldering looks they kept throwing each other’s way as they rode on the backseat of the cab, they really needed to reach their destination quickly.
The redhead had barely been able to open the door completely before she was on him again, her luscious lips provoking all kinds of passionate reactions from him. His living room couch had been their first stop… followed by the carpet and then finally his bedroom. They’d barely made it there though, since the pink haired goddess in his arms insisted on doing all kinds of interesting things with her mischievous hands. Gaara had been forced to pick her up at one point, as she wrapped her legs around his torso, and he was finally able to have her writhing underneath him as he pressed her against the soft mattress.
It had been a complete blur of sensuous sensation after sensuous sensation. The heated whispers and all-consuming desire they’d shared had all been genuine and by the time the night had ended, the redhead found himself gratifyingly cradling the fiery Sakura in his arms as she slept. She was a completely exceptional woman, of that much he has certain; it wasn’t your average girl that managed to keep up with his ardent lovemaking. The pink haired pixie had not only been able to match his pace effortlessly but she also had a few tricks up her sleeve that had been able to steal his breath away completely.
Thus, it was no wonder that by the time he’d finally drifted off to sleep himself next to her, the possessive urges that were a common trait of her personality were already running rampant. He’d be insane if he let this remarkable woman go. If he had his way, she’d only be his and no one else’s.
Gaara suddenly turned the water down as cold as it could go, stifling his body’s quick reaction to the memory of her lips across his skin. The surprise on her face this morning had not been completely unexpected. From the state of drunkenness she’d been in the previous night, the redhead was sure that she’d slept like a rock. It was only natural for her to be disoriented. However, he was also aware that she wasn’t as inebriated as she had seemed and he was certain that everything they had done didn’t go against her own volition.
To be quite honest, the redhead had the suspicion that ending between his bed sheets had been her plan all along and it was only a moment of time before she remembered that.
This was another reason why he had suddenly decided that taking a shower was a good idea. Sakura needed a few moments to herself in order to get her head back into place and for her to recall the very pleasurable exchanges they had shared. The excuse of a shower was perfect to allow her the pretence of a few moments of privacy.
It also gave her the opportunity to flee.
Gaara had decided to give her a choice when he’d caught the expression of shock in her beautiful emerald eyes. He’d give her a few moments alone while he casually relaxed underneath the warm water spray. If she was in his room by the time he got back, she was going to stay. It was as simple as that.
If she didn’t take the chance he had given her to walk away then he would do everything in his power to keep her there.
Never let it be said that Gaara was merciless.
Padding himself dry quickly, he wrapped the towel around his waist and opened the door.
Rape
By the time the sensuous redhead had disappeared behind the bathroom door, Sakura was cradling her head in her hands after sitting up swiftly and calculating her options. The quicker her awareness of the previous night returned the more memories of crimson hair between her fingers and of hot skin against hot skin came tumbling into her mind.
The many drinks she’d had also became evident as she remembered the boasting some of her female co-workers had been exchanging as she approached the group of chattering women. They’d been challenging each other, making mock wagers about which men they could take to bed. A couple of them had the daring to say that they could have any man in the room, stating that if one of the others were to point at a random man, they could have him naked before the sun came up. Sakura had simply laughed at their antics but hadn’t joined in the conversation.
It was then that Suzu, one of the most audacious of the group, had made a sneering remark towards the pink haired girl, criticizing her supposedly frigid ways and saying that she thought herself too superior for a night of hot meaningless passion. For the life of her, Sakura didn’t know why this comment affected her so much, especially when she knew it had spilled from the lips of a completely drunk airhead.
But the alcohol was already running through her veins as well and even though she wouldn’t admit it to anyone, she had been feeling quite lonely lately. Thus, before she could register what she was saying, she asked Suzu to point at any man in the room and stated that she would have him on his knees before the night was over.
Taking the challenge to heart, the other woman looked around once and pointed directly towards the gorgeous redhead at one side of the bar.
Sakura felt the blood leave her face almost instantly.
Gaara was one of the most sought-after bachelors of the whole firm and any woman in the room would’ve given her right hand to be able to take him to bed. However, he wasn’t exactly what you would call approachable. His temperamental ways and explosive attitude were just as famous as his good looks. It was said that he ran his department with a fist of steel, like a general in the army leading his platoon. His cruel barbs and angry retorts were infamous around the company and there were rumours that even some of the high managers avoided him completely whenever he was in a bad mood.
The pink haired girl had actually shared a few exchanges with him since her boss had a direct working relationship with the moody redhead. The gossip about his temper was actually completely true and she had actually witnessed one of his notorious outbursts when one of his subordinates had failed to complete a task adequately. She found herself thinking how lucky she was to have such a serene and patient boss.
She’d talked to Gaara a number of times and had once accompanied him and her supervisor for a lunch meeting. They’d conversed amiably, without any flare-ups from his part thankfully, but it had all been at a completely professional level. All the words they had shared simply held no comparison to what she was supposed to do now.
But there wasn’t anything a couple of shots of vodka couldn’t cure and thus, Sakura found herself approaching the redhead determinedly. She’d always thought he was gorgeous and from the moment she’d seen him, she had openly admitted that he was one of the most handsome men she had ever come across. The pink haired girl had found herself wondering a couple of times what it would be like to be the object of his eager attention. Of course, thinking something didn’t mean you were going to actually act on it.
Nonetheless, here she was… walking up to him and striking up a conversation like if they had known each other for years.
Surprisingly, he showed no resistance when it came to discussing her questions and the vodka in her veins helped her along with the talking. But before she knew it, her body had started acting weirdly to his proximity and she simply couldn’t resist the urge to pull him into a shadowed corner when she asked him if they could step out for a moment to get some fresh air.
It had been the lamest excuse on the face of the planet but it was utterly surprising to find that it actually worked and soon, both of them were quickly gasping for air.
‘I basically threw myself on him’, the pink haired girl groaned inside her head as she returned to the present. ‘It’s a wonder he didn’t charge me with rape or something.’
She clearly remembered trying to take his shirt off as soon as they walked through his house door… his trousers followed immediately after.
But if she recalled correctly, he had been just as eager to get rid of her cocktail dress.
It took two to tango, after all.
Biting her lip, Sakura heard the fall of water in the bathroom stop. It was time to come to a decision: she either stayed or left. The significance of this moment alone that he had allowed her hadn’t been lost on her. She could treat this like a one-night stand and be done with it, never thinking about the redhead again, keeping their relationship strictly at a professional level.
But the way he had ardently whispered in her ear as he moved on top of her suddenly made her hesitate and she found the hairs at her nape standing on end at the memory of his skilled fingers touching her in all the right places. It was uncommon to find a man who knew exactly where to effortlessly touch a woman to make her toes curl in pleasure.
Her wavering cost her though, and before she could come to any tangible conclusion, her decision had been made for her.
Gaara walked out of the bathroom door wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist, looking like a jade eyed god. His exposed torso showed wonderfully toned muscles and Sakura clearly remembered running her tongue over his hard abdomen. Dishevelled crimson locks adorned his head, small beads of water dripping slightly down his neck and as he lifted his arm to run a hand casually through his hair, wide emerald eyes couldn’t help but stare at his bicep.
A predatory grin on his lips was evidence enough of her undoing and before she could do anything, he had crossed the room and had sat down on the bed next to her.
“Feeling better?” he asked condescendingly.
Sakura narrowed her eyes. Two could play at this game.
“Slightly though not entirely,” she said, matching his derisive tone.
He chuckled darkly as he leaned towards her, his fingers already reaching towards the sheet she had wrapped around her breasts.
“I’m sure we can fix that right away,” he replied.
The pink haired girl opened her mouth to say something but he instantly silenced her, dipping his mouth down to hers for a scorching kiss.
It seemed that dissent wouldn’t get her anywhere… not that she was truly complaining.
Silk
It was what her skin felt like… soft and lavish silk. As he ran his hand down her body, Gaara marvelled at her softness and how utterly luscious she felt underneath his body. Cradling her head dotingly as he swiftly inversed their position, he let her ride him with all the hunger she was conveying in her deep green eyes. He kept touching her devotedly, not wanting to be bereft of the feeling of her smooth skin underneath his hands.
It was what his crimson locks felt like… sleek and lustrous silk. As she buried her fingers in his scalp while she leaned down to kiss him, she wondered at the how soft his hair actually was. She’d always secretly loved the colour of his hair; she thought it fit perfectly with his volatile personality. Now, she was also aware that the scarlet hues of his locks fit his ardent nature in bed quite accurately as well. Moving languorously over him, she smiled over his mouth, running her tongue over his lower lip as he let out a low growl of intense pleasure.
It was easy to lose all awareness in this blissful sensation of silk… in this sensation of skin against skin. Driven by the passionate impulses running rampant across their bodies, it was easy to forget everything else around them and the world narrowed down to breathless murmurs and fervent moans.
Cookies
“Catch,” Tenten said happily as she passed Sakura’s door around mid-morning sometime during following week.
Reaching up quickly, the pink haired girl managed to reach up and seize the package of chocolate chip cookies that was flying her way.
“You deserve those,” the brown haired girl said with a sly grin, leaning against the doorway for a moment.
“And why would that be?” Sakura asked, arching an eyebrow at her friend while placing the cookies on her desk.
Tenten made a show of looking over her shoulder down the hall, as if making sure no one was coming. “Well, your exploits with a certain head of department this weekend are already famous.”
The pink haired girl giggled as Tenten winked her way before continuing her way down the corridor. That was definitely Ino’s doing. In any other occasion she would’ve been appalled at the lack of privacy but for some reason, she seemed not to mind so much this time. She’d received several jealous glares from some of the most fickle women around the office, Suzu included, but she had shrugged them off.
The fact that Gaara hadn’t done anything to hide their recently budding relationship had also helped boost her confidence concerning the whole matter. He wasn’t ashamed to admit what they had done; on the contrary, he was more than happy to drive off any of the would-be suitors that Sakura had unknowingly gathered. The redhead was making it a point to let every other man around the office know she was taken.
‘Men and their territorial ways,’ the pink haired girl thought, shaking her head.
Her musings were disturbed by the ringing of the phone and she remembered that she needed to get back to work.
“Tsunade-san’s office,” she answered with a smile.
But her grin only widened at the sound of the voice on the other end.
“Meet me for lunch?” his deep baritone asked, going directly to the point.
“Hmm yes, but only with one condition,” she replied.
“And what would that be?”
“That we actually get to eat something this time,” she said adamantly.
His dark chuckle sent shivers of anticipation down her skin but she stood her ground. The day before, Gaara had realized just how much they could actually accomplish during their lunch hour in the backseat of his sports car.
“Fine, have it your way,” he finally said with a hint of grumpiness.
As Sakura hung up, she reached over towards the cookies with a smile. Opening the package, she stared at her chocolate chip snack with a gleeful look.
‘I guess there’s no harm in admitting it,’ she thought while taking a bite, ‘a girl rightfully deserves some of the pleasures of life’.
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