What we will do for our villages ...

Chapter 11
Chilly Nights ...

It was night. And a cold one at that.

The winds could be heard clearly as they wipped around the Sands buildings, ratteling windows as they passed. It wasn't a sand storm so to say, or at least a bad one, it was just wind.

"You okay?"

Sasuke looked at Temari with a start. He had been so obsorbed mentaly that he hadn't even heard her come down the stairs.

"Yeah. I'm fine." his tone came out curt and his voice felt strained.

"Sasuke..." Temari offered as she sat down next to him on the couch. "Is the storm bothering you?"

Sasuke leveled her with a look that lay somewhere between a glare and being unimpressed. "It's not the storm." he commented. "It's ... it's the quiet."

Temari rased an eyebrow at the younger man with questioning. 'And here I thought it was too loud for him to sleep.'

Just then, as if to prove her point the wind made a high pitched whine from somewhere out side.

She decided that if he wasn't going to explain himself that she might as well just sit with him and not try to pry. She sat down on the couch, placing her left arm along the couch's back, leaving an obvious opening if he wished to sit closer to her. She looked at him with a somber look, one that also touched amused.

Sasuke looked at her. Not knowing why she was sitting like that. Then his mind started to race, he knew why, people sat that way. But he just couldn't think of a why she would be sitting like that for this particular moment. Temari swallowed. Sasuke's eyes caught the slight movement. His eyes were suddenly fixed on her long slender neck, the base of which had the elongated slender bump of her collar bone visable. His eyes trailed down slightly and took in her loose coverings. Saw how the fabric held it's shape against the curves of her body, how the top three buttons didn't seem to be there, giving the shirt a wide birth of viewing for her breasts. His eyes traced the shape of a fold in the cloth until it was interupted by an erect nipple.

Temari felt good. She could see Sasuke's eyes quickly flicker across her body, and stop noticably at what she guessed was him looking at her breasts. A chill ran through her body, making her tremor. It was colder than usuall this night, and her clothes were currently set for comfortable erotic. Not warmth, that's what her bed was for. Her bed with warm -

Sasuke touched her face.

Her mind snapped towards him, not having even realizing that it had wandered some. She looked at him fully and as she did his lightly touching fingers slid across her face. Her eyes closed dispite themselves at the warmth of his touch. It felt good. She was missing, and needing this close contact again. The contact that only another could give.She rubbed her face into his cupped hand and let his fingers slide into her loose hair. Her heart was pounding, and dispite it being so cold, her skin started to get a nice sheen to it. She had to shift her position a bit. Sliding her left leg up on to the couch placing it against the back, with it folded up under her, leaving her right leg where it previously was.

Sasuke's hand slid from her face to down her neck. His palm sliding against her ear as he did so. The flimsy fabric was soft, and cool. His eyes watched hers as he let his hand slide along her shoulder, towards her arm. He watched as a small bead of sweat rolled from her temple down to her jaw. He moved a little closer to her, his knee brushing up agianst hers now. He also took the chance to re-orient himself. His sleep shorts were starting to get uncomfortable. Sasuke let his hand trail over the front of her shoulder and, with following that curve, to the side of her breast. His breating was starting to become strained. He started to slide his thumb outwards, with the intent to let it slide over her errect nipple.

"... And that's when I said mmph ... BALL ... I'm tire-d. Stup ...Gaara..." Naruto's extreemly tired voice was suddenly only a few feet away in the little kitchen area.
Temari and Sasuke froze.

"All I wan .. mmm cactus juice ..." Naruto mumbled as he poured some into a glass then started to walk away, back towards the stairs.

The two of them listend to him going up the stairs. Both surprised that they had been so off in their little world that they had not heard him. They looked at each other, and realized that, the moment was gone.

"Well," Temari said as she stood suddenly. "I better be going back to bed." Then she quickly walked off.

"See you.." was all Sasuke could manage.

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Sakura nestled closer to the warmth in her sleep. It was chilly, but this wasn't. It was soft and warm. She felt as if she was in a cozy cocoon. Her hands were up just under her chin, one laying flat against the warmth.

"mmm." she mumbled as she shifted her position a little closer to the heat source. In this moment of slight mental arousel, she smelled a deep forest smell. She nestled into it. "mmm." She cooed into the warmth, lips brushing over it. She curled up against it, trying to get closer still. In her sleep she could feel that her lips were against something warm and smooth. She nuzzled into the area sleepily and shifted some more.
Kankuro remained still. He had woken up at the begining of her "advances". At first it had been amusing, but now, it had gotten to the point of arousing. He felt her right arm slide up his side and arc across his stomach and chest to rest against his right shoulder. He sighed at the semi-hopefull horney thoughts that had immediatly run through his mind.

He tilted his head slightly and looked at her. She looked so happy in her sleep. He swore that this must have been the first good night of sleep she'd had since she arrived here. With that thought in his mind, he wasn't about to ruin it for her. Although, that ment that then, he could wake her up during any other sound sleep she had, when what was happening now, happened again.

'You'd like that wouldn't you?' his mind questioned him. 'No!' he snarked back at it. 'Oh, come on Kankuro, why must you lie? You havn't had a proper relationship ever, always going for sex, come ON, just admit you like it.' Dispite himself Kankuro narrowed his eyes at what his inner voice was getting at. 'Yooooouu Liiiike IT!' it mocked him musically.

'And Gaara thought 'he' had a monster inside him.' Kankuro thought, trying to get away from the insisting voice.

'Come on, ya know you wanna. I'm you of course, I wouldn't be saying all this if it 'wasn't' true, now would I?' The little voice mocked.

"Oh, go away!" Kankuro snapped. His jaw slammed shut, upon the realization that he had just spoken outloud. He waited for the inevitable 'Hmmm?' sound to come from Sakura.
"Kankuro?" she asked sleepily, as she snuggled into him a little more, fitting herself perfectly against him. "What is it?"

He remained silent, knowing that she wasn't fully awake, he didn't want to have the awkward conversation that was hovering above them, for when they were both awake, if they were in the same position.

'Once she falls back asleep, I'm getting up.' Looks at the clock. 'I don't care that it's 2:30, there's plenty for me to do. All I have to do is stay still.'

Part of him, an annoying part, was laughing at him. Going through all this effort not to wake her up, to avoid a conversation that might not even happen? He could just get up and leave, but no, he wasn't doing that. 'You would have done that when you were younger.' the inner voice teased. 'Are you back already?' he sighed inwardly.

Kankuro turned his head slightly to see how Sakura falling back to sleep was going. He was greated with two fully open, fully awake beautiful eyes. His heart sank. He could feel her stiffin against him out of shock, then she rolled over suddenly, pulling her blanket with her.

"Sorry, good night Kankuro." she said as she curled up against herself.

'So, that was it?' the voice once again teased. "It's alright, good night Sakura." Kankuro rolled the opposite way, and curled up against his extra pillow. He sighed to himself again. He had really liked the contact, he was no adonis with the girls, hell, Gaara was better with the ladies it seemed than he was.

"Uhh, I'm inept." Kankuro told himself with an unimpressed tone as he closed his eyes, and fell back to sleep.

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Naruto was in the perfect sleep. He was sleeping peacefully, he was fully comfortable, and his temperature was perfect on this chilly night. Nothing on this night, in this particular sleep could possibly make it any better.

Gaara on the other hand, was about to kill something, and quite possibly, that 'something' was going to be Naruto. Gaara listened to what he could only discribe him as 'the snore king'. Gaara's eye twitched, he had tossed and turned the blond haired man many times throughout the night, and never did the snoring stop. The only time it did, was when he had actually woken up. Only 'THEN' Naruto started to mumble and talk to himself.

Gaara sat, perched upon his meditation chair, glaring at the man sleeping in the bed before him. He narrowed his eyes, and started to shift his sand. He kept manipulating the sand, as he listened to the seemingly never ending snoring. Until it had created a hand, he then closed all the fingers except for one, and with still narrowed eyes, Gaara spoke.

"I hate you."