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It Was You, Hinata	By : Rockrgrl4 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1843 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter…!

Wait….what chapter is it?

*whispers from off stage* Chapter eleven! ELEVENNN!

*coughs*

Erm…right! Chapter 11 is now up! :D Enjoy faithful readers!

-K.

(P.S….LEMON IN THIS CHAPTER! xD)

*Bashes surprise ruiners' head in*

Gaara paced the floor of his office, trying to calm his already anxious nerves. Hinata was due here any minute, and although it would give him a deep satisfaction to see her once again, his pleasure at seeing her would easily double at seeing her fuming, deeply discontent expression (she was so cute when she was angry). Besides, she really did deserve this, he told himself over and over, and the only alternative would be to throw her in jail.

He really hated the idea of seeing his hime behind bars.

Yes, his hime. Gaara resisted the urge to give a small smile. From the very beginning-when he first saw her in a friendly light after the chunin exams-he had really looked at her features and noticed the soft, delicate characteristics that were prized in the best of princesses. She had perfect posture, a soft spoken way of confidence, and she was even raised to be treated as such. Such was the ways of the Hyuuga clan. She was everything a princess should be, and although Gaara knew it was a bit corny and trite, it seemed to fit her. She had won his cold, untouchable heart over in no time flat.

Gaara's eyes narrowed as he heard the distinct sounds of footfalls down the hallway. Knowing it was his assistant Seiji with Hinata, Gaara swiftly stopped his pacing and gracefully returned to his chair, instantly changing the feel of the room and his presence. He was now the fearsome Kazekage, and this was his domain, his place of business. He was in control here.

Seiji knocked, and Gaara muttered a solemn, "enter" while he preoccupied himself with bringing the mission files to his immediate view.

Seiji bowed as Hinata entered, and Gaara found he didn't even pay attention to his assistant anymore. His eyes were instantly on Hinata, as her eyes were on his as soon as she straightened from her own small bow. "You wanted to see me, Kazekage-sama?" She asked, trying to keep a tone of defiance out of her voice. Of course she knew why she was here. He was showing her to her new "mission", but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her disturbed over his childish behavior.

"Yes Hinata-san," Gaara replied, opening the mission folder on his desk, "I already briefed you on the mission the last time you were in here. Did you have any questions for me before we continue?"

Proudly, Hinata kept her chin up and shook her head, holding his gaze.

Recognizing her stubbornness, Gaara unknowingly smirked a tiny bit. Fortunately, his smirk was apparently so small Hinata didn't seem to notice, and he caught himself before it came too much of an issue. Returning his stern expression, he closed the folder in front of him again after taking only a moment more to glance at it, and returned it into a locked cabinet in his desk. Nodding, he stood and indicated for her to do the same. "Hinata-san," he began, "I will escort you to the location of the irrigation zone of which you will be attending."

Hinata didn't answer, instead following him quietly out of his office. She was seething with a quiet rage. How dare he do this to her? She was only here to help out and defend his village, which was exactly what she was sent here to do in the first place! He was just being an arrogant prick, trying to shove his authority in her face like her father used to-

Surprisingly, Hinata had mentally ranted about the injustice of her situation the entire way to the remote outlet outside Suna. When she had finally come out of her stupor (and to her great shock), Gaara had come to a halt in the middle of the open desert. Although nothing appeared out of the ordinary among the glittering, gold waves of sand in the midday sun, her sharp eyes picked up a glint of silver that wasn't supposed to be there. A hatch.

Honestly, if she hadn't been born a Hyuuga, she would have missed it, it was that well concealed. However, it seemed Gaara's eyesight was as good as hers though, if not better. It had taken him only a split second to locate the hatch and have his sand open it for both of them. It opened with a heavy, dull creak and thud as it flipped back onto a cluster of sand, sending a cloud of several waves of particles into the air to the east of them. Gaara stepped closer to the hatch, and commanded his sand to inspect the tunnel below for intruders before the two would enter. Hinata watched as the cork to his gourd popped off and a cloud came forth from his gourd, disappearing into the hole below. It re-emerged only moments later and returned to his gourd. The cork closed with a dull pop.

Gaara moved toward the hatch, yelling over the wind and the whoosh of the sand's shifting, "It's clear. Follow me." He disappeared down the hole in an instant.

Hinata slowly made her way over to the hatch as well, subtly performing the seals for her Byakugan. She peered inside the tunnel and saw a ladder attached to the side of the tunnel opposite the hatch. Keeping her Byakugan activated, she re-settled herself and started scaling down the ladder until she reached the bottom. It was pitch black inside the tunnel, and after she had reached the bottom she had deactivated her Byakugan.

"Gaara?" She asked timidly into the darkness. She wasn't afraid, but she needed a reply so she could verify that nothing had happened to him. Instead of a verbal reply, she received a hand on her shoulder.

Burying the urge to shriek loudly, she instead leapt away from the hand and knocked the offender into the wall she had just moved away from, purely on instinct. Her Byakugan was once again activated. Strangely, she didn't recognize the chakra. It wasn't Gaara. She did a quick sweep around her. Gaara was a few feet behind her, watching the man against the wall write in pain. Clearly he was amused at the man's idiotic actions…honestly, who tries to sneak up on a shinobi?

There were several others in the dark tunnel as well; about 6 others Hinata found, after a quick sweep of the room with her prized kekkei-genkai. She was confused for only a moment, before growing incredibly irritated.

She soon broke the silence with an angry, "Would somebody turn on a damn light?"

Only a few moments of silence greeted her before the men surrounded her busted out laughing.

Hinata huffed at herself in irritation. She couldn't believe she allowed herself to act like that, even if Gaara had purposely slowed his walk to fall behind the others so he could whisper in her ear, "that was cute". Any other time Hinata would have been incredibly appalled at herself, but now she was just annoyed. Why did she do that?

Of course, as soon as she had "asked" for the light to be turned on, one of the irrigation workers had flipped a breaker and flooded the system of tunnels with a bright, almost garish florescent light. The tunnels were all made of mud and solid dirt, unlike the sand dwellings above the ground. Although Hinata had to admit, both of the types of structures were undeniably sound. Hinata's sensitive shinobi ears had also picked up the sounds of running water several sectors away, but it was still there, and running strong. This spurred her train of thought, and she whirled back to the group of men, asking, "So what is it exactly you need help with?"

The one she had knocked back into the wall came forward, clutching his broken nose, and answered, "I'm sorry Hyuuga-san. I am Ryuu Tanaka. I'm in charge of the irrigation system here in Suna." He smiled at her through his hand covering his face, "Might I say you have a pretty good right hook."

Hinata almost smiled at him, but instead replied, "I'm a ninja. I'm supposed to," as she reached up to heal his nose. It only took a few moments, but when she pulled away, Ryuu was looking at her rather…strangely. Of course, Hinata was not ignorant to that look, having seen it many times over the past few years, but that didn't mean she felt any easier about it. She backed away from the man-Mr. Tanaka, she remembered-and moved back toward Gaara, seeking his protection unknowingly.

"Let us continue on our way, Mr. Tanaka," Gaara interrupted, silencing every thought Hinata had had in her mind at that moment. She looked up at him in shock. Was that anger in his tone?

Well whatever it was, Mr. Tanaka sure picked up on Gaara's signals. He apologized with a small bow towards Gaara and righted himself. "Of course, Kazekage-sama," he nodded, "right this way Hyuuga-san."

"Hyuuga-sama." Gaara stated. There was a definite tightness in his tone now that hadn't been there before.

"Ah, Kazekage-sama?" Mr. Tanaka turned around to face his Kazekage, a confused but humbled expression on his face. "Wha-"

"I believe I made myself plain the first time, Mr. Tanaka." Gaara firmly stated, "You will address her as 'Hyuuga-sama' during the duration of her mission here. She is your superior, not your acquaintance, and you will do as you're told. You will show her the respect she deserves."

Gaara gave not one indication that he was angry-allowed no emotion to stray during his speech-but the way he stood perfectly straight, towering over the young man, was imposing enough to truly terrify any man. Even if Mr. Tanaka wasn't totally frightened right now, Gaara's body language was clearly emitting his power and authority over the poor irrigation head.

Mr. Tanaka bowed his head low in the presence of his Kage, and replied, "Yes, Kazekage-sama. I am very sorry for my carelessness."

Gaara's eyes narrowed at the man in front of him and he tilted his head to indicate towards Hinata. "Apologize to her. She is the one to whom the apology is owed."

Hinata moved toward Gaara, both hands in the air, palms toward him, and said, "Gaara-san, no, please it's fine-"

"No, it is not fine. This man insulted you." Gaara's eyes remained fixed on Mr. Tanaka. "Apologize to her. Now."

Mr. Tanaka quickly bowed towards the former heiress and sincerely apologized for his actions. Hinata could only give a small smile and nod towards him, a tiny flash of pity in her eyes for his being lectured by Gaara for such a reason.

The man straightened back up, and Hinata erased her small smile and cleared her expression before he had had the chance to see any of her thoughts revealed. She knew if she allowed him to know of her pity towards him, he would use that as any man would. He would see it as a sign of compassion or a "go" to begin courting her. She would not allow such a thing. She was in love with Gaara, after all.

"Then allow us to continue on," Gaara stated, and within moments the group had once again started forward, heading deeper into the tunnels of the underground retrieval system.

When Gaara got home that night, he finally allowed the rage that had encompassed him earlier to be released. He moved down to his basement, where a mini training grounds was set up, and promptly started destroying several pieces of equipment in the vicinity due to unnecessary force. He pounded every dummy with a force that could only be considered inhuman, and threw his shuriken and kunai at the targets so hard they passed through every single one with great ease and were embedded in the wall immediately behind them. His basement and training equipment were currently being annihilated, but the only thing he could think about was Hinata and her meeting with Ryuu Tanaka this morning.

Gaara growled possessively and angled a particularly brutal kick towards a target in the upper right corner of the room, completely smashing it. He dropped back down to the ground, not even breaking a sweat, and immediately continued his reminiscing.

He remembered her knocking him into the wall first thing, which made Gaara smirk, and her demanding the light be turned on, which somehow actually made him chuckle within his current state of fury. He remembered her seeing the injury on that Tanaka trash, her actually feeling bad for breaking his nose, before reaching out to reach out to heal it for him…

Gaara started shaking with an uncontrollable rage at this point and started mercilessly pounding the remaining targets and dummy's in the room. He remembered that bastard's look of lust for his hime…

With a cry of absolute despair and rage, he unhinged one of the larger targets and sent it flying toward the stairs that led up to the only door into the rather large understructure. With a loud crash, several sets of steps collapsed under the force of the target flying into them, and the wooden boards snapped under the weight, creating a small crater in the stairwell. Gaara barely registered what he had done or the destruction around him, as he cradled his head in his hands and sank to the floor.

What would he do if something happened between the two of him? He couldn't afford to lose the one love interest he had ever had in his life…not after he had finally found her. He was sure she was "the one" as he had heard Temari and Kankuro ramble on about in the past. Before he had met Hinata, he had merely dismissed their searching, concluding that it was a waste of time and that it was correct and easy to find someone you can tolerate, and who can tolerate you in return.

It took Hinata to prove to him how wrong he was…not only about that, but about every aspect of his life. It was Hinata who advised him to become closer to his siblings, to try to establish a bond between the three of them because it would benefit all three of them in more ways than one. It was Hinata who taught him to never stop fighting for what he wanted-he had seen her do just that in the Chuunin Exams during her fight with her cousin-and she was his motivation in becoming Kazekage, because he craved the acceptance of his own people. It was Hinata who somehow found a way to open up his cold, formerly uncaring heart, and he knew she would be the only person who would have a real place in it. There would not be anyone else.

Thus, Gaara sank deeper into his pit of agony, and he slumped completely to the floor. What would he do if he lost her?

Several days later Gaara found himself in his office, searching for paperwork that his assistant, Seiji was supposed to place on his desk yesterday. Unfortunately, they were rather important, and he needed them for a meeting today, but Seiji was on vacation for the week and wouldn't be back for several days. Gaara growled and cursed his assistant under his breath, sauntering over to Seiji's desk and rifling through the stacks upon it in search for the documents.

Gaara's mood hadn't improved over the last week or so, as he was in a state of constant agitation over Hinata. He knew he loved her, but he didn't know where she stood with him yet. He wanted to tell her how he felt about her, but it wasn't an easy thing for the young Kage to do, especially since he hadn't had that much luck with love in the past. What was he to do now that he possibly had competition that could win over Hinata's heart before he himself could?

"Stupid drawer!" Gaara growled through gritted teeth. He was currently trying to gain access into a locked drawer in his assistant's desk, but it was-as previously mentioned-locked. Gaara sat down in his assistant's rolling chair impatiently and commanded his sand to pick the lock for him. He waited for only a moment before hearing the satisfying click of the drawer opening, and low and behold the documents were right there on the top of the pile, facing him. With a smirk of victory, Gaara lifted the files from their previous home and into his arms. He was about to shut the drawer-he had already gained what he had come to look for after all and he didn't want to invade his assistant's privacy-but several piles of bundled up envelopes caught his attention. Gaara's eyebrows furrowed in confusion; why would Seiji keep such things in his desk? They would only take up unnecessary room. He could've taken them home with him if they were personal letters…

Reaching out, Gaara picked up a few and saw they were addressed to himself. His eyes widened. What had Seiji been hiding from him?

Hastily, he ripped the first envelope open, anticipating an unmarked letter from a fellow Kage-important, classified information that had been hidden from him, but instead, he pulled out a rather thick piece of parchment paper with expensive embroidering and a clan seal at the top. So it was clan business, Gaara concluded, and that confused him even more. Why was Seiji meddling in other clan's affairs? He himself was a member of the Unari clan, which Gaara supposed would give him a motive, but Seiji had absolutely no interest in his clan's affairs. Unless it was all an act…

Nevertheless, Gaara started to read the letter first rather than condemn his assistant immediately, and was rewarded with a nasty shock indeed. These…these were…

Gaara's hands started shaking as he held the letter, and his eyes narrowed into slits. No. There was no way he'd allow that to happen. His gaze drifted back to the stacks of envelopes in his assistant's drawer. Were they all…?

Gaara reached for the envelopes and gathered as many of them as he could into his arms with an almost insane ferocity. He was tempted to rip the drawer completely out of the desk, but he barely managed to make the rational decision to leave his assistant's desk in one piece. After making sure no one was watching, Gaara hurriedly returned to his office, making his disappearance much in the same manner as a lion running off with a fresh carcass.

Hinata was coming out of her bathroom clothed in a long, black pair of comfortable pants and a lavender tank top. After arriving, she had soon figured out that although it was scorching hot during the day in Suna, the nights were absolutely frigid, and as soon as she had had the time, she had gone shopping for some appropriate sleepwear. She still had her towel in her hair, attempting to dry off her still wet hair, but her hair was notorious for being incredibly long and thick in the later days of her youth. It was difficult to get it dry with a towel after showering.

She lifted the towel from her hair with a cry of frustration, and turned to grab her bag off her bed to take it into the bathroom with her again (she needed her hair dryer, after all) and instead picked up on another chakra within the room. With a gasp of surprise, she wheeled around, Byakugan activated, and almost immediately deactivated her bloodline limit when she saw that it was Gaara.

Gasping, she pressed a hand against her breast, trying to steady her heartbeat. "Kami, Gaara," she breathed, "You scared the hell out of-"

She was cut off by his lips pressing hungrily against hers, and his fingers pushing through her hair, trapping her in the kiss. Stunned for a moment, Hinata just stood there, not knowing what to do, until she came to her senses and started fighting back. She pushed against his chest, hard, trying to get him to back off, but he just tightened his hold on her and pressed his lips harder against her own, desperately trying to get her to kiss back.

Hinata took only a moment before concluding that even though this was a surprise, she indeed wanted this, and tentatively leaned into him before starting to move her lips back against his own. She slowly reached her hands up and gently cupped his face in her hands, matching his hungry, possessive kiss with her gentle, loving demeanor.

It was enough to catch him completely off guard, and only out of shock did he stumble back from the kiss and stare at her, panting and wide-eyed. "Hinata," he began, but she just smiled a soft, warm smile at him, and it completely disarmed him.

"Hinata," he whispered, as he walked towards her again. With every slow, deliberate step, he was advancing on the one thing in his life he couldn't live without. He decided then and there even if he was absolutely petrified of her answer, he wouldn't lose her without her knowing of his love for her. She had to know that she was his world.

"Hinata," he softly caressed her cheek with his right hand like he had felt her do earlier, and the smoothness of her skin made him close his eyes in bliss. She was perfect. Everything about her was perfect, and he was completely unable to help himself when he opened his eyes and her lavender orbs met his own emerald ones. With a single movement, he had leaned forward again and captured her lips with his own in a sweet, love-filled caress. Every chance he got he kissed her again and again. When it got too much for her and she needed to take a breath, he pulled away from her, gasping, and ran gentle kisses up her jawline to her ear, and down to her collarbone. There, it seemed, she was very sensitive, and whenever he'd cross a certain spot there and suck on it, kiss it, or lightly nibble on it, she would give off the most delightful moan that made him close his eyes with the need to hear more.

What really got him going though was whenever she would moan or whisper his name. There was something so damned sexy about hearing his name escape her lips, and he would be damned if he wouldn't hear it for the rest of his life. She would be his.

Although, he still had yet to tell her what he had wanted to tell her in the first place.

With great difficulty, he pulled away from her flushed face and red, swollen lips from his kisses and managed to only press a light kiss to her forehead. He let out the breath he had been holding and took a large step back, running his hand down her shoulder as he went so that he could touch her all he could before his hand let her go, and as soon as it did he had already felt empty. His gaze shifted to the ground, and he furiously tried to collect his thoughts so that he could tell her how much he loved her, but every time he tried to center himself and come out with it, he froze up and his mouth snapped shut again. It was maddening.

"Gaara," Hinata frowned, stepping closer to him, "is something wrong?"

He could only hold his hands out to stop her from coming closer, shaking his head as an answer to her question. 'There is absolutely nothing wrong right now,' he thought to himself, 'I am with the woman I love, showering her with kisses after years of silently loving her and aching for her and only just now coming to terms with it. If there is a problem, it is mine and mine only, and it can only be my own cowardice.'

He resisted the urge to hit something. He was confined to his own silence. In a sort of furious move, he took a deep breath. His nostrils flared, and he rapidly turned around and started anxiously pacing her room, like he always did in his office when he was trying to calm himself down.

Hinata was starting to get the wrong message now, he saw. She was watching him with anxiety, concern and worry. It was starting to take a toll on him.

Soon enough, she couldn't take it anymore and burst into tears, running into his arms and sobbing into his shirt, begging him to tell her what was wrong. He wasn't even surprised when his sand didn't react and try to block her from coming near him-it would be incredibly difficult for it to block his other half from touching him. She was a part of him just as much as he was.

He held her close, stroking her hair with his hands and hating himself for causing her this pain, for being a coward, for not telling her how he really feels even though he had lost all sense of himself when he had seen all of the letters requesting courtship concerning her. Nevertheless, every "suitor" had been dealt with (appropriately warned), and she was in his arms right now. That's all that mattered, right?

No. He still felt as if something was missing.

What could it possibly be? He had her right here in front of him, she was his…

…but not completely.

He resisted the urge to hurt himself in some horrible, painful way. He was such an idiot.

"Hinata," he softly called, gently taking her chin in his fingers and tilting her head up to meet his. There, he saw the tear tracks that had dried on her cheeks, and fresh ones threatening to spill. Her nose was very slightly pink from the crying she had been doing, and his shirt was soaked from the tears she had spilled. Guilt wrenched in his heart, but he knew this would make her feel better.

He may have not been able to convey to her in words what exactly she needed to hear, but he knew the one and only way he would be able to make her his was to tell her how he felt. Therefore, he grabbed her hand and brought it up to his forehead, placing her palm over the tender Kanji symbol for "love" he had carved into his own skin so many years ago. He resisted the urge to shudder from the contact. She was the only one who had ever touched him there since he had made it, and the sensations he drew from her touch alone were exquisite. Her touch now, though, where it really mattered and where she really belonged…it affected him in ways that he had never been affected before.

With a small cry, he quickly pulled her forward and rested his forehead against hers, with their hands still pressed against the tattoo. For a moment, Hinata's eyes were cloudy with confusion, and within an instant, they were clear and held a burning warmth within them for him as well. She smiled that soft smile that she had reserved only for him, and muttered the words that he had thought he would never hear in his lifetime.

"I love you, Gaara," she said tenderly, the warmth still in her eyes, and she softly rubbed her hand against his cheek. His eyes closed in bliss as warmth exploded in his chest. This…this was the feeling of being loved. He knew…he knew it now. It was all because of her.

Unable to contain himself, he picked her up so that she was even with his height (she had always been several inches shorter than him) and she had no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist to keep her balance. He ran his fingers through her hair, cradling the back of her head and always, always trying to bring her closer. She re-adjusted her position and set them both moaning. The delicious friction from the close proximity of their bodies (especially their lower halves) felt too good to be true, and Gaara's animalistic side soon took over.

Growling, he lifted her higher in his grasp once again and allowed her to straddle him in a better position. Still kissing her, he started staggering towards the bed, until his legs hit the edge of it and she fell from his grip back upon it, her long, indigo hair splayed out behind her and her flushed face with swollen, delicious lips beckoning to him. Her breasts were heaving up and down as her lungs desperately made an effort to catch her breath, and the sight utterly captivated him.

He wasted no time, and crawled on top of his hime, kissing and suckling the soft skin of her collarbone until it was almost unrecognizable from all of the bruises. After so long, he panted into her neck, taking a small break for a moment, and instead felt a gentle tugging at his shirt. Pulling back from her neck, he gazed into her eyes questioningly before she started slowly taking it off. Realization flooded his features, and he sat up on her, straddling her, until he had removed his shirt.

He could see the smouldering look take over in her eyes when she first got that first glimpse of him shirtless, and he couldn't help the smirk that played across his face at her reaction. She was just so adorable, and the thought that she found him arousing was oddly comforting.

It continued just as it had started, working at a steady pace and divesting each other of their clothing, until they were both naked under Hinata's bedsheets. Gaara was hovering over her. Heat, hunger, lust, love, and worry were all managing to be conveyed in his emerald eyes all at once. "Hinata," he barely managed in his incredibly aroused state, "Do you want this? I know you love me and you know how I feel about you, but-"

She interrupted him with a kiss, and pulled away, responding, "You're right. I do love you. I want this." She smiled up at him. "If I didn't there's no way you would have gotten this far." She gave him a light chuckle, despite her incredible arousal and lust.

Steadying himself and with a quick set of his jaw, Gaara pushed into her with a quick, light thrust, making sure he was home. Tears filled Hinata's eyes at the pain of having her innocence taken, and Gaara was quick to kiss any tears that appeared on her cheeks away. He hated himself for causing her pain, and he hated that he had to cause her pain, but it was taking almost all of his concentration not to lose himself right now in her tight, wet heat. If he didn't keep a tight rein on his self-control, he would end up hurting her a lot more than she was now.

He waited until she gave her okay, and made sure he kissed her forehead tenderly before slowly pulling back out and thrusting back in. A low moan escaped the both of them, and Gaara learned to repeat the action quickly in order to give her more pleasure. She would cry out every so often for something more, and he would oblige her while simultaneously trying his hardest not to lose himself before she had the chance to. It was their first time, and although he wanted to make this special for her, he was having a hell of a time doing it. Having never felt this kind of pleasure, it was so easy to want to give in, but he was fighting it back tooth and nail if it meant pleasing her.

They were both covered in sweat and Gaara was still pounding into her relentlessly. She lay beneath him, moaning and writhing around, meekly throwing out his name at random intervals. The sight, sounds and feel of her were driving him insane. She was so, so fucking beautiful.

There! He felt her clench around him as he hit the spot and she screamed out his name for the world to hear. Her walls tightened around him viciously, milking him for his seed and he more than willingly obliged. A bright white light shot through his vision and he unconsciously arched into her, pushing himself even deeper into her tight, wet heat. It took everything he had not to just collapse on her, but he didn't want to hurt her. He fell forward onto his arms, which were located on either side of her head, and looked at her for a moment before fell to her side. Her face was flushed and her eyes were totally glazed over. She was still riding her high.

He pulled her into him after he had made himself comfortable, and flipped her so that she had her head nuzzled into his chest. He knew that's where she belonged…where she would always belong. He stroked her hair softly, still waiting for her to come back to him, but he was tired. He was so, so tired.

She moved her head lethargically so she could look up at him under his hold. Their eyes met. For a moment Gaara could swear he could see himself reflected in those pale lavender orbs, but the image vanished before he had ever had a chance to think about it much more. Nonetheless, he snuggled her closer and drew her head back into his chest so that he could keep her close to his heart.

It seemed strange that throughout all of these years, all of this time, he would only act on his feelings after finding out he had competition. She should have known better…she was a very beautiful woman, and she was highly desirable among the male population. The thought made Gaara clutch her to him tighter.

Hmm…that still didn't settle the problem with all of the courtship requests, though. He had to make sure she knew she was his so that she wouldn't do something foolish like allow herself to become someone else's.

"Hina-hime," he gently nuzzled his nose into her hair, prodding to see if she was still conscious, "are you still awake?"

She gave a light "mmm" and rolled her eyes up to meet his, tiredness making her eyelids droop with heaviness. He gave a real, genuine smile for the first time in his life. She was just so beautiful…so beautiful…

He began pressing light kisses on her eyelids, her forehead, in her hair, while he asked her, "Hinata, do you know what this means?"

She gave a small, tired giggle before replying, "Well, I would hope this means that we're together now. I'm not exactly a free lunch, you know."

His grip unconsciously tightened at the thought of her meaning so little to him, but he quickly let it go. He gave another small smile and kissed her forehead one last time, before stating, "You're my girlfriend." A Naruto-like grin stole over his face at the thought, and he pulled her tighter into his chest in spite of himself.

"Yes, I'm your girlfriend," she giggled, and leaned forward to kiss him softly on the lips. When they pulled back, she gazed into his eyes tenderly and continued, "I love you Gaara. I hope you know just how much I mean that."

His eyes warmed over and he kissed her back, snuggling into the crook of her neck, "I know, Hinata. I love you too." He pressed a light kiss to her collarbone. "Never leave me," he begged. He seriously would not know what to do if something happened to her or if she left him. The thought tormented him.

She only smiled at him in return, before replying, "I will never leave you, Gaara. I promise you that." She didn't make him promise the same thing, because she knew it would never be a concern for her. He would never, ever leave her for another woman. She was sure of it.

With that, the two fell asleep shortly after in each other's arms until morning.

Holy begezus I have to be at work in 6 ½ hours! 0.o

You all better love me an awful lot and really freaking love this chapter! *shakes fist threateningly*

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