It was late in the evening and the only thing that could be heard were the faint buzzing of bugs by the window.

You and Gaara were lying in bed, relaxing from your respective days events. At some point you’d gone into a rant about something that had happened that afternoon.

Gaara was listening intently, idly running his fingers up and down your shoulder. He didn’t know why, but the sound of your voice always soothed him.