My Syaoran Fix- Written by- MS

My Syaoran Fix


Written by - MS

One Shot

You can find them here! - http://www.fanfiction.net/u/228656/

Kind of AU, pointless fluff. SxS... Syaoran has started noticing a particular behavior that Sakura does in his company. Why does she keep sniffing him lately? Is something unpleasant on his person he hasn't noticed? Funny answer... lovely moment.

Card Captor Sakura - Rated: K+ - English - General/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,744 - Reviews: 30 - Sakura K. & Syaoran L. - Complete


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SUMMARY: Syaoran has noticed many eccentricities in his girlfriend's behavior. Why does she keep sniffing him? Has he developed an unpleasant stench? How will he react to the actual reason when she brings it out into the open?

This idea came from a line in my previous fic, Doggie Troubles. I liked it very much, so I couldn't help myself when the opportunity appeared and this one-shot busted forth. I hope you like it. Also, it's like a pointless fluff so don't expect much here. I just wanted to have fun with the characters, and mess with Syaoran. Also, this is more of a Syaoran fic, from his view instead of Sakura. I don't know how well that will work for me, but I'll see if I can pull it off.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the card captor Sakura characters... everything else is mine.

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Syaoran Fix

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Syaoran looked at the corner, looking out to see if Sakura was already waiting for him. He was usually the first one there, but then there were the days that she was a bit earlier than usual. He already knew what it meant. He was the first one to arrive at the corner when hr father was home for breakfast and she arrived first when she was alone and got done earlier with preparing for the day.

It looked like she was going to be the last to arrive.

"Hey," her soft words reached him. Syaoran turned to his left, his eyes focusing on her. She was breathing a bit hard, smiling at him while resting her hands on her lap. It seemed like she had been running this morning. "Good morning."

She was always so polite. Syaoran replied with the same greeting, waiting for her to catch her breath and stand upright. They still had plenty of time to make it to school.

"Have you been waiting long?" she asked him after composing herself. Her exuberant smile made his heart pitter patter recklessly as she reached for his hand, intertwining their fingers and coming close to his side. This was their little morning ritual. They always walked together, hand in hand, savoring the time the short walk afforded them in being in just each other's company at the start of the day.

"No," Syaoran grabbed her back with his free hand as a gentleman would. He knew she liked the little gestures he made with her. He liked doing them for that reason too. "I just got here myself," he explained as she leaned into his shoulder while they walked.

They didn't need to talk to fill the silence. Syaoran loved that. They didn't feel it necessary to have unnecessary chatter while in each other's company, but then at the same time still feel completely connected with just a glance here and a smile there while they made it to their destination.

It seemed like Sakura was lost in her own little world though, he amusingly caught on, since she was humming a very low tune while almost skipping as they walked at a moderate pace through the streets to the entrance of their junior high school. She was always full of life. Energy brimming on the surface that was always in danger of spilling out. Today was no different.

It was then he saw her do something peculiar. Peculiar in the way that she kept turning her head almost like clockwork in a particular angle to his person. Watching it out of the corner of his eye, he saw the small movement of her nose. It was as if she was trying to smell him.

Syaoran tensed as he very carefully tried to understand what she was supposedly looking for. All she did after doing that time again and again was sigh slightly and looking forward.

He was very confused. Just what was this all about? He couldn't help but ask himself that.

It wasn't that it was just a thing that had occurred today. He had perceived this particular affinity of hers of late. There had been many instances and different circumstances that had made him certain that she had been smelling him. It hadn't been overtly obvious, but it had certainly caught his attention.

Syaoran didn't know what to think. It wasn't like she was acting any differently with him in any other aspect. She was still treating him the same way as she had before he had started paying attention. She still smiled. She still blushed, her eyes moving away from contact when embarrassed by any little thing. She still loved to laugh with him over the little thing.

And she was still resigned to have him as a tutor for math. Syaoran smirked as he thought of their study sessions. She was still helpless when it came to the subject sometimes, or maybe she just liked their private sessions. He had seen her notes as well as her calculations as she was unaware and she was very proficient. He really didn't want to think about that at the moment though. He had other present questions to deal with.

"You seem so pensive this morning," she interrupted his thoughts as she asked him. "Is something the matter?"

He looked to her, noting the concern in her eyes as he slowed down their usual pace to match the slower gait she was currently on. "No, just some random thoughts." She seemed to accept his explanation, lightly shaking her head as they came closer to the opened doors of their school. There weren't any students littering the walkway since Sakura had the morning chores for their class this morning, and they usually arrived with enough time to accomplish them.

"I had almost forgotten about this morning, that's why I was running this morning," Sakura muttered, making sure that he would be the only person at this distance to hear her should someone else pop out of the woodwork. While there didn't seem to be many people in the school, they knew that many of the club sports meet early as well as the student council.

"That happens to all of us at least once," Syaoran followed her to their homeroom, settling their bags in their seats before coming to the front to help her out. They were almost in synch with what particular thing to do without trying to do one at the same time. They were used to doing this together many times since they not only came early on Sakura's day but as well as the one in which Syaoran was assigned the activities.

"I really just didn't want to keep you waiting," Sakura told him, a light coloring on her cheeks as she started writing down the date and such pertinent information on the board. He wasn't surprised by her statement. Sakura was always thinking of others in most occasions. He felt warmth spread through his body at her words though. "I wanted to spend as much time with you alone as possible before school started."

Syaoran just stared at her. He didn't have any power to do anything else but just stand there and look as she gracefully wrote on the board. "What?" she sounded a bit alarmed as she caught him. It seemed inevitable that his feet moved, his brain not registering anything but the fact that she was getting closer. Her face and features were becoming clearer as he approached.

He leaned down, blushing as he kissed her. Their lips were pressed, touching the surface of their skin as her eyes closed slowly and she sank forward into his body. Their lips tingled with the contact, while Syaoran set a slightly trembling hand on her cheek. His fingers settled partly on her jaw, the others cupping the side of her face as her own came to settle on the lapel of his school uniform. Syaoran could feel his face warm up to a very high temperature, which meant that he was turning as red as a tomato. But then, his fingers felt the rise in temperature in her cheeks as well. It was something they were greatly matched in, this reddening of their faces that had followed them since their early child-years.

Her eyes fluttered open as she felt him pull away, the warm sensation leaving her lips and the surface cool slightly. The hair on her arms stood on end, she shivering slightly as they just looked into each other's eyes. She clearly saw the impulsivity of the moment. They didn't dare take a breath until it was inevitable to continue their basic survival, both taking deep breaths through their mouths.

Still feeling a bit lightheaded, she was always a bit unsteady after their kissed, she laid her head gently on his shoulder. He placed one of his arms around her, just as a precaution of any eventuality, as she rested there.

Her ear was pressed against his side, loudly hearing his fast heartbeat; which followed her own, matching it beat for beat. It slowly subsided, time passing, their color returning to normal as well.

Syaoran felt it then. Although this time it was blatantly obvious. She had her nose pressed against the underside of his neck, almost as if nuzzling it a bit, and sighing as well. Even after they kissed she continued to do it. He had to know.

"Why have you been doing that lately?" Syaoran bit his lip as he heard the words come out of his mouth. He hadn't actually intended to say it out loud at this time, or at least as brusquely as he had voiced it.

"Um?" Sakura looked at him questioning, as if not understanding him at all.

"You know," Syaoran got all flustered, clearing his throat at her inquiring look and shifting the weight of his body to his other foot nervous. "You've been discreetly turning to me for some time when you don't think I'm looking and sniffing me." There, he had said it. It was now her turn.

Sakura's voice wavered as she smiled at him with the most adorable expression he had ever seen. She settled once again against him, taking a deep breath in the same place before pulling away, but not before her lips brushed against his jaw as he moved his head to get in her line of vision.

They both froze at the unintended kiss. He drowned inside of her emerald eyes, lost as she seemed powerless of moving herself away from it. Not like they would want to. Absolute silence reigned, their breathing the only thing that filled the background as they calmed down their once again erratic heartbeats.

He cleared his throat as she looked away once they broke the spell. Syaoran felt as if that single space where she had brushed her lips against him was burning intently. Her beautiful rosy lips were still lightly parted in surprise, completely taking over his thoughts as she moistened them before speaking.

"It's my Syaoran fix," Syaoran had not a clue at the uttered words. His forehead was furrowed, a questioning glint in his eyes, as he tried to understand her words. Sakura giggled as his expression changed not a bit after several minutes.

He was too cute when he seemed clueless about a particular thing. She decided to take mercy on him and try to explain what she meant. It may seem irrational, but it was something that she couldn't help. It was an impulse that had taken over her for the past weeks.

"I love the way you smell. I don't know how well I can explain it," she apologetically said before continuing. "It's just that every time that I see you, I have this impulse of smelling you. It's just that it's such a peculiar," she tried to amend after seeing his overwhelmed expression. "Pleasant and alluring sensation, that I can't help myself."

"So it's not an unpleasant smell you're searching for?" he finally asked after he could finally use his vocal cords. She was looking at him in her usually embarrassed but still pleased at him, which always scrambled his thoughts and made sense of their world.

He couldn't help but feel flattered as she nodded and brushed past him to finish her things. Sakura felt a bit mortified at having said that to him, knowing that her current fixation was something that she hadn't heard discussed before. At least, maybe her friends didn't discuss this kind of thing with their girl-friends and just with the person it affected.

"I love the way you smell too," he interrupted her setting of the papers, coming from behind and embracing her. His mouth was at her right ear, chuckling coming through as she heard the deep whiff he took himself by her nape and hairline. "I usually do it too when I'm hugging you."

Sakura broke into a laugh as she patted the arms that held her, glad that he had chosen to say this as well. "I think we just like to be in close contact with one another," Sakura sighed contently as he buried his face against her hair and then placed a kiss on it.

"Your smell fills my nostrils, traveling through my body," she tried to find a word for the sensation that coursed through her veins every time he came close to her and invaded all of her senses. "It makes me tingle."

"I know," he agreed with her assessment. "I feel it too."

"Still, nothing compares to when you kiss me," she boldly stated as she turned to him and slowly but sure sneaked her arms around his neck. They were smiling serenely as they came together in a kiss once again. The sensation built, as they pressed closer together for contact. Sakura's fingers played with his hair as her mouth opened with a groan as she felt him nip playfully at her lower lip.

Tentatively, their mouths opened in contact, his tongue coming closer inside to touch her own. She responded with a brush of her own, mimicking his actions as well as satisfying a search for the unidentifiable. Things were progressing smoothly in this relationship of theirs.

It was taking some time, but each step was worth the wait as they continued expanding in this new road. They left hand in hand to get the copies necessary of the daily announcements for the homeroom. Voices were trickling in the background, continuously invading their privacy.

"You know," he teased her through the corridors. "Whenever you need your Fix," he emphasized the word while wiggling his eyebrows suggestively in a playful tone. "You can just throw yourself into my arms and you can take as much time as you need. Having you in my arms is never a hardship."

Sakura giggled, her eyes shining in mirth as she winked back while cradling the papers to her chest and relaxing to the touch of his arm as it lay below her shoulders, his fingers lying by her low ribs. "I might just take you on that. I don't think this addiction will be easy."

Syaoran laughed, not caring for the others around them as they continued on their way. "I think I'll like it this way."

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Arriving at an ending is always the hardest part for me. I always try to keep things in tone with the title and reflect it on the last lines, but it isn't always easy. This is a concept I've been playing around for a year, but didn't actually right until the last few days which means that what I originally had in mind was vastly different with what I ended up with. I'm not surprised though since that happens a lot to me.

Like I said, kind of pointless fluff between two very innocent Sakura and Syaoran who are just entering into a realm of relationships and what happens as you care for a person. I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless, since it barely has a plot. Still, it's one less idea to worry about that will open others to write later. Did you enjoy it? Do you guys like this type of writing, or story? I have other ideas that resemble this, but I wonder if you guys are open to reading things like these.

Drop a comment if you like, hopefully I'll see ya at my next fanfic,

MS

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Sharp Claws- Written by- MS

Sharp Claws


Written by - MS

One Shot

You can find them here! - http://www.fanfiction.net/u/228656/

AU, SxS. Sakura has an incident as her good nature is tested. She is a very nice person but there's only so much she can take before lashing back. "What the hell was that?" Syaoran demanded. "A catfight," she smirked back. Violence, citrus

Card Captor Sakura - Rated: T - English - General/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 4,300 - Reviews: 32 - Sakura K. & Syaoran L. - Complete


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Well, I got this idea from reading Green Eyed Monster for like the 100th time. That's one of my favorite one-shots. And one that I think a lot of you guys enjoyed reading too. So, I've been toying with the idea of it happening to Sakura and then I couldn't help but make Sakura OOC, and then hopefully making her act like herself again. I may try to do this again sometime later, and hopefully with better results. There are just some that can't help jealousy in some situations.

This is kind of in the same universe as Green Eyed Monster, could be taken as a continuation in the same AU universe, although a couple of years later, so if you'd like, read it before or do so after this. It's not exactly needed to be read though but I think it is a much better story so... Here's Sakura's own quest to keep herself in check while her animalistic, possessive claws want out.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Card Captor Sakura.

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Sharp Claws

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She should have expected it. It wasn't like she hadn't seen the sneak glances that had come her way whenever he came to her side. She was also aware of the catty comments that were made on the background as the rehearsals went on and Showtime came closer.

"Sakura!" Tomoyo scolded as she turned to follow the object that consumed her thoughts. "Stop moving around so much or I'm going to stick one of these things on you." She menacingly waved the pins on her fingers as she made the final adjustments to her dress.

"Now just remember to keep yourself straight and smile at the crowd," Tomoyo fiddled a bit with her short locks before she picked up her design book and admired her work. "Yae-ling is going to love this. She was definitely right. This dress we designed was made just for you."

Said person came from the corner cooing at the image the young girl presented. "Tomoyo is absolutely right Sakura," she took her hands on her own before putting her at arms length and admiring her work. "You were definitely the right choice to model this piece. You're going to be the toast of the fashion show."

"Thank you for the opportunity," Sakura said breathlessly as she continued to follow him in the corner of her vision while seemingly paying attention to the woman before her.

"You are a beautiful girl Sakura," Yae-ling looked to the side and found her line of vision. "I couldn't have anyone else modeling this piece of work for us that wasn't the person that it had been intended." She winked to her before continuing. "Tomoyo definitely has talent and it will be recognized tonight."

"Xiaolang," she called exasperated as she saw him hastily get to their side.

"Thank you mother," he tugged at his collar as he smiled at the three women before him. The three of them were very important to him. One of them was his mother, who was always tugging at his collar and straightening his hair before rushing for her fashion shows. The other was one of his few truly female friends, that loved to get on his nerves and plan devious things his way.

And then there was the third, the most important one right now. Syaoran placed a light peck on Sakura's blushing cheeks as he drank her form. She was breathtakingly beautiful. But then, she was always gorgeous in his eyes. Even when she was drenched in sweat after finishing their physical education class.

"Well Xiaolang," his mother demanded by his side. "What do you think?"

He smiled, a light pink glow coming to his cheeks as he looked at his feet and shifted before giving in. "I think she's breathtaking." He really didn't like to be put in the spot when one of his sisters or mother was around. They were merciless and used his discomfort to tease him as much as they could. It didn't matter that he was currently 17 years old, they still treated him like a ten year old.

It didn't matter though. Sakura was beaming at his compliment, looking at him in adoration as she pushed back a tendril that had come undone from the secure hairstyle that had been prepared for her. He stopped her, pulling her hand back. "It looks better this way. It's framing your beautiful eyes."

"Well," one of his sisters commented as she passed by them and winked at the blushing Sakura. "Who knew our little Li-kun would become such a smooth talker?"

"Alright everyone," Yae-ling clapped her hands to get their attention. "Remember what you practiced and this show will go without a hitch. Let's start getting to your places everyone."

"So I see in the end that you'll be given the more changes," a snarl came from beside Sakura as they all got in their places. "Must be wonderful to be the favorite because we're dating the designer's son."

"Romelle," Tomoyo snapped in a hiss. "Maybe if you weren't a bitch, you'd look better with the designs."

The tall blond model gasped as Tomoyo huffed and turned away. she was the presenter of the show and it was with her signal that the show would begin.

Things progressed naturally as everyone turned to their professional role to walk the runway and show their styles to the multiple camera flashes and spectators. Each one of Yae-ling shows was well sought out since they were few in between and the market went crazy over her designs across the whole spectrum of social classes.

Sakura had just finished placing the last evening dress that was to be the last piece shown and was letting the makeup artist redo her eye shadow to match the colors of the dress when she saw it. Romelle was up to it again.

The older woman's hands were lightly placed on Syaoran's upper arm, coming dangerously close to him to whisper something that she didn't want other people to overhear. It wasn't the first time she had done things like this. She had taken an instant dislike for Sakura when she had been introduced to the usual crew of the company and announcing that she was going to model the main pieces. She had also heard rumors that she had been after Syaoran for awhile just to see if he could fall into her seductive features like any other straight man she had tried to sweet talk. Sakura had never understood those type of women.

She was temporarily distracted from following the exchange when she was asked to close her eyes until they were done. Sakura grounded her teeth as she tried to relax her facial features when she clearly heard Romelle call Syaoran somewhere. The click of heels was ringing constantly in Sakura's ears as each second that passed was an eternity for her.

Romelle was planning something. She had been giving Sakura so many evil looks for the last few days that she knew the animosity she felt for her would most likely make her do something that Sakura was sure she wasn't going to like.

"Ready," one of the stage managers called for the last set. Sakura turned just in time to see Romelle fumbling around with her own modeling dress and a diabolical grin on her face. Her lipstick was smudged and hair just a bit out of place. She sent a kiss to Sakura, turning from her and with a very confident stride, pushing into the light.

She couldn't see him anywhere. Just where the hell had Syaoran gone? And why the hell had Romelle done that gesture? Sakura felt her stomach go numb as an unsettling feeling made her insides cringe uncomfortably.

She went out at her turn, taking an extra turn on the walkway as they last one in the show, trying to get herself settled and trying to dismiss the feeling of wrongness inside. "Thank you everyone for coming to our show," Tomoyo's soft voice rang out as the attendees clapped and whispered among one another as Yae-ling came out for her usual bow.

"You were a bit stiff there at the end," Romelle commented as Sakura came backstage. "Was something bothering you?" She asked in an innocent tone while her expression was one completely opposite.

"No," Sakura answered with that, trying to control the impulse to deck the model as hard as she could. She breathed slowly in and out, knowing that there was no reason whatsoever to actually do it. She reigned in the violent tendencies she had never experienced before this way.

Sakura's eyes widened and her fist came ready as she heard the secret Romelle imparted to her, licking her lips. "Fuck that then," she let the arm go, taking great satisfaction at Romelle's screech of pain as it connected quite hard on sharply accurate on her beautiful face.

"Let us see what you have to say after I'm through with you," Sakura hissed angrily as she took advantage of her opponent staggering and launching herself on the woman and fully throwing her onto the ground. There were shrills all around from the others around them as Sakura dug her nails into her flesh and made her perfect luscious hair go into complete disarray as she pulled it and broke a couple of roots.

Sakura didn't pay any attention to the others calling her name, or even the scrape her opponent had managed to inflict upon her. Sakura managed to slap her quite harshly again as she growled in such a feral tone that Romelle was crying quite hysterically at the force of hate she was projecting.

"If you ever," she started to shout at her before feeling arms locking around her own and waist, pulling her off the other woman and forcefully restrained against someone else's body. Some rushed to see the condition of the bleeding model on the floor as Sakura's protests from being taken away fell on deaf ears.

"You try to dig your nails into my lap again love and I'll throw you over my shoulder to take you to your father and brother," Syaoran warned as he entered one of the closed rooms before letting go of her.

"What the hell was that about?" Syaoran inquired as he pressed his back against the door and only way out as Sakura's murderous glare was directed at him.

"As if you don't know!" Sakura moved her clenched fists and stop the urge to place her hands around his neck and wringing it. She turned around in a huff, her eyes accustomed to the dark dressing room that was full of dresses and hangers. If she looked at him right now she might say something that would have her going over the edge on his person.

The nerve of the bitch! It wasn't enough that she had to see her grab her boyfriend and basically throw herself over him for the past weeks but she had actually had the gall to say it to her face.

"I don't know anything!" Syaoran answered in the same manner as he almost banged his head against the door as he continued to be confused.

"Well, if you didn't know what was going on then let me give you what everyone that was there was seeing," Sakura walked right up to him, brushing her bangs back and rubbing a spot on her temple where she'd been scratched. "It is what is clearly defined as a cat fight."

"I guessed the fight part when I was pulling you away from her and preventing you from giving her another shiner," Syaoran still waited for a further explanation as he crossed his arms across his chest.

Sakura's eyes narrowed as they concentrated on his neck. The tie was still gone and the top buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. There was a red tint on a corner of the collar that also expanded to the skin of his neck right beside it.

It looked like one of those stereotypical lipstick imprints everyone saw on the movies and TV. That meant that the bitch had actually done it. Sakura screeched, her eyes hazed in anger as she pushed him out of the way so suddenly that he surprisingly fell forward and away from the door.

Sakura managed to get the door open before he caught her from behind and pulled her inside once again. Tomoyo was still outside smiling like a maniac as Syaoran's mother was sternly talking to Romelle and holding a makeshift icepack to her black eye. Tomoyo had to congratulate her friend on something; Sakura was definitely accomplished with her right hook.

She strained her ears a bit as she heard some intelligible shouting coming from the closed door as well as a couple of things falling and crashing inside. It was kind of amusing. Thank god it had happened after the model show and boardwalk was finished. Also knowing what Sakura had to put up with the last few weeks with Romelle made her quite sympathetic to the unusual display of violence from Sakura.

Maybe it was time to think of a particular piece for the next clothing line that would look absolutely horrible on Romelle. That would be the best way to shut her up in her book.

"I can't believe you just threw me into this bin," Sakura said disbelieving as she didn't even attempt to get out of it. Good thing it had been full of clothing and material so she had landed on a soft surface that absorbed the impact.

"I can't believe what's happened in the last five minutes," Syaoran retorted as he planted himself firmly on the floor in front of her. If she was going to get up, then she was going to have to go through him.

"Maybe you should have expected it since Romelle has been flirting nonstop with you every time I'm in the vicinity and pressing herself against you like a cat in heat."

Syaoran broke out into a laugh as Sakura flexed her fingers as if flexing her claws. Those long fingernails were dangerous when used as a fighting tool. He bit the inside of his cheek as he saw her menacingly sit up. "Or maybe it's you who's going to be in trouble."

"I can't believe you're jealous," Syaoran moved a few steps up to her and grabbed her hand to pull her to his side. Sakura wanted to childishly pull him down so that he would fall but decided against it. His reaction to her comments had taken most of her steaming rage already.

"Then how would you react if some guy that had been hovering over me for the past few weeks came up to you and told you to your face that he had gotten me alone in a room and taken advantage of me," Sakura huffed indignant as she demanded quite clearly for him to deny what he would actually do in that type of situation.

"I'd have punched the bastard in the face and beat the shit out of him," was his immediate response as he placed a hand on her face and brushed her hair away from the red marks from where Romelle had grabbed her during their skirmish.

"Wait a second," he backtracked a bit as he played her words once again in his mind. "Did she actually say that she had taken advantage of me?" He had a very surprised expression at the words.

"No," Sakura turned away from him, tugging the dress into place to do something as embarrassment started to set in. "Only that she had jumped into your arms and that she had felt every part of your body with how close you were."

"No freakin' way," Syaoran's eyes sharpened as he placed his hands on Sakura's shoulders and turned her around in a careless manner. She tripped over her feet at his sudden turning of her, dropping her right into his arms where he proceeded to kiss the daylight's out of her.

It was a ravenous pull as he placed a hand on her scalp to keep her in place as he assaulted her mouth with his own. Sakura groaned in delight as she felt him nipping at her lips harshly, but still tender, demanding entrance to her mouth as his other hand came to rest at her waist. He wrapped the arm around it and pulled her completely against his chest.

He had her completely trapped as her whole body was in contact with his. She felt extremely soft and vulnerable against his hard frame as her shaking hands grasped his jacket to hold onto him as her stomach fluttered and she felt a pull in her navel. Her breasts were completely crushed against his chest, the material of their clothing contrasted with the soft material from her own and the nice cotton from his shirt. One of the buttons was chaffing her somewhere, but she didn't pay it any mind. To them, all that mattered was each other.

Syaoran pulled away, his ragged breaths warming her left ear as he kept hugging her. "You're the only girl that can make me do this," he confessed as he held her. "And the only one I want to feel like this." Sakura could barely distinguish the words as her heart was still thundering in her ears and the pulse was still going strong below her navel and low between her legs.

She was aroused by being in this position. They were intimately pressed against one another, and while Syaoran was taller than her by a few inches, his own proof of growing excitement pressed dangerously close to where they were designed to press against. She couldn't explain it, but it felt extremely good, both emotionally and physically, to be this way with him.

Involuntary movement took over as she rubbed herself against him, relishing the feelings that sprouted from her nerve endings. Syaoran growled low, the guttural sound emanating from his throat and clenched teeth while his hand moved from her nape to her chin so that he could tip her face up to his.

"That's a dangerous thing to do," he warned her as he watched her hooded eyes stare at his lips. Sakura plunged forward, bringing him down for another round in which she would demand and he would yield. He liked her to be aggressive. It meant that he wasn't probably the only one high in hormones that always played havoc with his intentions and let his imagination run wild.

Still, it always changed in between. Sakura would change the rhythm and the aggressiveness was forgotten and replaced by a much slower, satisfying touch. The arousing pull was put on the backburner as the intimacy of the kiss itself took precedence. Syaoran's arms slackened their hold, keeping her in place, but not as hard as they had been before.

"My girl," Syaoran said to her as their lips parted with a smirk. "Crazy, catty, but gorgeous and loving," he contrasted while pecking her lips with each word. "It's nice to know that you defended my virtue."

He couldn't help but break into a laugh at her reaction. Sakura was struck as she finally realized what had just transpired minutes before with the other model.

"I," she stuttered the same syllable many times as she buried her head into his chest with a painful groan. Syaoran snickered as he hugged her tightly against him. He would never be able to grow tired of having her in his arms. He was very sure of that.

"Well, it was good entertainment," he offered while she let out a snort of dismay.

"I made a fool of myself," she said into his clothing, stifling most of the words in the material.

"A fool for me right?" he tried to get her to look at him. "Just like I am a fool for you."

"I don't think you've ever tried to kill someone over me," Sakura wanted to snap but just looked at him sharply.

Syaoran cleared his throat and looked away to some unspecific place in the room. It would have been just as suspicious if he had been whistling as well.

"Is there something I don't know?" Sakura had to ask after this recent display, one of her brows arched.

"Lots," Syaoran replied with his boyish grin.

"Am I ever going to know?" she sounded a bit skeptical.

"Most likely," he replied, clearing his throat. "Especially since Tomoyo knows."

Sakura opened her mouth to ask, but then decided not to. Her friend had powerful ways of knowing things about everything and everyone and she really didn't want to go there. She focused on the stain on the side of his neck, her eyes narrowing. "Can I at least know why you have lipstick on your neck?"

"Well," Syaoran walked a few paces back, still smiling at her. "She did kind of caught me unawares. While I avoided the true objective of the kiss, her lips landed on my neck before I could pull away."

"I knew she had tried something," Sakura said with renewed enthusiasm, her eyes flaring with anger.

"Well, some people don't take no for an answer," he offered before rubbing at the spot with his hand. "She's probably been trying to antagonize you because my mother decided to give you the dresses she wanted to feature on the catwalk."

"I know," Sakura sighted, controlling her breaths as she let the emotion go. She was quite satisfied to had been able to punch the bitch hard on her smirking face. "But she deserved it."

"I think you may have gotten the gratitude of a lot of the others out there," Syaoran motioned for the door and the noises coming from the outside.

Sakura stepped back, her eyes wavering at the doorway and what it represented going through it. "I don't think I can go back out there for awhile. I'll be so mortified I think I may pass out and fall hard on my face. And then I'll have a matching shiner."

"I wouldn't let you fall," Sakura's heart sped up at his words. He was such a sweet guy.

"You're wonderful," Sakura's extended hand came into contact with his, gripping it tightly while running her other hand through his hair. It was silky and soft, tantalizing the nerve endings of her fingertips as he pulled her closer and sat her in his lap after finding a place to sit comfortably.

"Am I worth the mortification of going out there?" he playfully asked as she played with his arms as they settled on her lap as she rested against him.

"You're worth it all," Sakura didn't waste any time before answering, completely serious as she contently laid into his warm frame.

His arms tightened, telling her without words that he was happy with her reply. "I'll always be there to pull you out of the fray after you beat the hell out of those girls."

"If I start making a habit of this, then I'll spend most of my time making my claim on you," Sakura giggled as he snorted in disbelief and with a growl started to tickle her sides.

"I thought I was worth it," he was almost sulking as if offended as she slapped his tickling hands playfully away from her sides and trapped them by her lap, their fingers intertwined.

"I'd much rather have the time to spend it with you," Sakura turned her head and sat sideways to put one hand over his neck while he anchored her new position.

After a few minutes of silence, with a few giggles and nipping, Syaoran cleared his throat. "You do know that they'll be coming in here to make sure we're alive since it's been close to half an hour, right?"

Sakura simply snuggled back into his chest with a contended sigh. "They may heckle you a bit, but I just want to stay like this for awhile. If I go out there now and see her, I might just jump her again," she teasingly added the last part.

"Alright beautiful," Syaoran replied, still smiling, as he simply watched her while she contently laid in his arms. His little cat seemed to have lost most of her adrenaline and had completely forgotten about her own battle scars. It wouldn't hurt to stay like this for awhile, keeping close the feeling of knowing that she cared enough to do bodily harm. He could take care of her scratch later, after savoring her trust for a bit.

Syaoran's eyes were drawn to her curling hand. Her small hand lay over one of his arms. He couldn't help but notice that her nails were long and perfectly filed. His Sakura was quite formidable. She knew how to use her very sharp claws.

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I really don't know how the hell this deviated from what I originally thought of doing. I guess it was because I had this when they were quite older. I'll probably play around with this concept again at a later date that you guys will enjoy more.

I would really, really, really like to know what you think of it. I like some parts of it, but then there are others that don't seem to mesh quite well for me. Did I just waste an innumerable amount of days on this? Did you guys hate it? Was the OOC of Sakura just ruin it all? Let me know before I actually pull my hair out...

MS

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Chocolates and Roses- Written by - MS

Chocolates and Roses


Written by - MS

One Shot

You can find them here! - http://www.fanfiction.net/u/228656/

Sakura was a bit nervous as she prepared for thier first official Valentine's Day. Something strange was going on though. Why was Syaoran getting flowers? And from guys no less? This bizarre situation changed VDay for the whole school. SxS,1shot

Card Captor Sakura - Rated: K+ - English - Romance/General - Chapters: 1 - Words: 7,361 - Reviews: 17 - Sakura K. & Syaoran L. - Complete

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This is my Valentine Day's fanfic. Hope you enjoy it...

This was going to be the first Valentine Day that actually counted. Sakura had spent the previous night making the chocolate while Tomoyo had watched and distracted her with her comments. Syaoran spent the night tossing and turning in his bed as he anticipated the doings of the day to come. A very sweet Valentine's Day fic. At least as sweet and as innocent as I can make it :P . Read, don't read. Review or don't review. Do what you must...

Also, thanks to Cheeseycraziness for correcting my mispelling of a name. I was just too lazy while writing to find it and just put down something close to it that seemed right :P . Thank you for the correction and to all of you that have reviewed this story already. You all ROCK!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the card captor Sakura characters... everything else is mine.

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Chocolate and Roses

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He had come back just a few weeks earlier. Sakura pondered that as she gently stirred the melted chocolate on the pot. Touya stood growling at the kitchen's entrance while Yukito benignly smiled beside him at the picture she presented with her cute apron and bounded hair.

"So, have you decided what shape to make it?" Yukito asked as he saw Touya's knuckles flexing by his side as if he was strangulating someone. Yukito didn't have to exercise much imagination to actually see the image clear in his eyes. Everyone that knew Touya knew that he'd rather die than have his sister interested in a boy that might amount to something.

"She decided to not try to do something fancy for the first one and then work from there," Tomoyo chuckled as she felt Sakura tensing at her teasing tone.

"Why the monster bothers to make some chocolate for the brat is beyond me," Touya growled out as he menacingly stepped forward as if to grab the whole pot and throw it out the window only to be stopped by Yukito who dragged him out by his shirt's collar.

"Don't mind him girls," he said to them while giving the taller man a sharp glare. "He's just never going to get over the fact that he caught his sister kissing her boyfriend." The last word was said almost as a whisper to Touya's ear.

Touya's face scrunched up in distaste as he was dragged away from the room. Tomoyo laughed as she saw his ticking face expression. It seemed like the only one that could get away with such words was Yukito.

Tomoyo turned back to her friend, deciding to do something about the fact that Sakura was still as ramrod stiff as she had been the whole time they had been shopping for the supplies for the next day to come. "So tell me again why you're so high-strung over this? I know that this is not the first time you've made chocolate for someone you truly loved," Sakura blushed at Tomoyo's words. She bit her lip as she tried to let the thoughts of the previous years in which she had made the sweet treat for Yukito when she had her crush on him.

"I can still remember both you and Syaoran glaring at each other while giving Yukito your chocolates," Tomoyo's laugh was one of those that always made Sakura's eyes widen. Tomoyo could be a very scary person when she wanted to. Especially if you started to think too much about certain things that went about in your life and later realize that someone else could be pulling the strings.

This was something Sakura had realized with her confrontations with Eriol. The young magician had a lot in common with this eerie power Tomoyo also had over most aspects of her life and its people. Well, that was enough of that. She had other pressing concerns at the moment.

"Why would you be stressing over this when you know that the boy is crazy for you?" Tomoyo asked her friend as she saw Sakura stop stirring the treat.

Sakura was biting her lip, a bit of uncertainty present in her eyes as she turned to her friend. "I'm not sure," she finally answered while scratching her forehead. "It's just that I know he's going to get flooded with chocolates."

"Why would that bother you?" Tomoyo asked her friend recalling all of the other years they had spent with this holiday. "You know that this is usually the case all the time. The guys usually get candy and chocolate treats from those who aren't their girlfriends too."

"Maybe because he's my boyfriend?" Sakura sharply replied under her breath as her stirring started once again with a frenzy. "And the fact that I'm sure that most of those girls wish I disappeared from this world so that they could throw themselves at him."

Tomoyo's jaw went slack as she caught the comment. She was never more glad of actually recording most of her aspects of Sakura's life than she was right here at this moment. She'd probably have to watch that particular part to truly believe that her sweet Sakura was capable of saying something in that particular tone. And in such a vindictive attitude that almost warranted an avenging devil outfit.

Tomoyo's imagination grew to extravagant heights as she started to see the outfit take place in her mind before Sakura swore out loud and placed one of her fingers in her mouth. It seemed like she had gotten too close to the pot itself and managed to burn her a bit. Sakura continued with the treat without giving too much importance.

"What?" Sakura asked her friend, as she caught the look Tomoyo was giving her, while she started to give the chocolate form so that she could later gift wrap it for the next day.

"Nothing," Tomoyo snorted as she gulped down her laughter and just kept silent while her inner exuberant inner self was laughing her ass off.

"Then are you telling me that you are currently jealous of something that hasn't even happened yet?" she had to ask, her tone disbelieving as she told herself silently that the proof of her friend's earlier outburst was imprinted on her recorder for life.

"God yes," Sakura almost whined the last word as she turned to her friend with glaring eyes that were suspiciously shinning.

"But why?" Tomoyo couldn't help but ask the question as she tried to comfort her and reassure her. "You know you have nothing to worry about, right?"

"That's not as easy to completely accept when while we're in school he gets ogled by both sides of the sexes," Sakura groaned as she hit her head against the table, not truly believing she had just said that out loud.

"Well, he is very good with a ball," Tomoyo winked to her friend as she brushed her lips with her fingers and threw a kiss while shouting Syaoran's name at the top of her lungs. "And that was just the male half reaction of those in our school that want a piece of his white," she stopped before saying another word and broke out into a laughing fit.

Sakura couldn't help but join her since it was totally true. Syaoran was the best forward player in their soccer team and their current tournament, and the school went crazy when he took charge at the first game of the season they had played a few weeks back. To say that they had won by an outragous score and game play was almost an understatement. They had cheered so much that most of her school had sore throats the next day at school.

"I think his adoration is going to be the least of your problems," Tomoyo breezily snapped them both out of it. "He's the one that's going to have to find the space and strength to lug all of those gifts he's going to receive all day."

The girls broke into a laugh once again as they tried to imagine him doing such a thing.

"Enough with the images," Sakura leaned against her long time friend and gave her a hug. "Thanks for that. I know it feels stupid for me to feel this way, which most likely means that it is stupid. Still, thanks for that."

"That boy is crazy about you Sakura," Tomoyo patted her in the back and let her go as she went to check her chocolate treat.

"I'm also crazy for him," Sakura laughed as she checked the wrapping paper. She was just stressed over what was to come. She was sure that she was going to be redder than a tomato before she was able to give Syaoran her chocolate. It was the first time she would be doing this for a boyfriend, and maybe because of the unknown, she was scared that something would mess the day and its intentions.

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Syaoran valiantly tried to keep his cool as he saw his peers watching him as he crossed the street for the school. Sakura had told him that she would be coming to school with Tomoyo on her car so she would not be at their usual corner to meet so that they could walk to school together.

Maybe he shouldn't have brought the rose to the school cradled in his hand. But then, if he had brought it in his school bag, the petals could have been most likely crushed and he wanted it to be as beautiful as it could when he handed it to her.

He knew that it wasn't common on this day to give her something himself, but Syaoran knew that he wanted to give her something in return for her hard work on her offering to him for Valentine's Day. A single rose with a bow was enough to him and hopefully enough for her to understand what he was trying to tell her. The simplest of gestures were sometimes the most precious.

"Hey Syaoran," one of his soccer buddies called to him as he joined him on the walk to the front doors of their school building. He smirked as he saw the red rose in his friend's hand. "So you did get one."

"What ?" he asked confused as he saw Daisuke fidget a bit and shifting his gaze to somewhere far away. All that was left was the whistling to try to present the innocent picture someone tried to show when they were hiding something. The alarm bells inside of his thoughts rang off immediately.

Syaoran stopped walking, pulling his friend to a stop and glaring at him. "What is it that you're not telling me?" He asked in a demanding tone that let his cold eyes stare deep into Daisuke's own.

"What do you mean?" Daisuke could never lie worth a damn. His avoidance technique needed a lot of work and practice to ever be able to pull something like this off.

Daisuke's own eyes widened as he saw Syaoran's own uninterrupted glare keep steady and somehow get more menacing. "Well," he cleared his throat and gave a prayer that he wouldn't be shot as the messenger usually was. Although, he wasn't technically a messenger but more of a squealer. "You cannot tell the guys it was me Syaoran or I'm going to be dead in the next few hours."

"I'm going to gather from that comment that this also involves the guys from the team," Syaoran watched as Daisuke nodded and opened his mouth and close it a few times before he could talk again.

"Well, most of the guys know that most of the girls in school are crazy about you. I mean, you're like the start of the team and you're definitely good looking enough I believe," he cleared his throat again as he got back in track of what he was supposed to be confessing. "So, we all got some money together and bought flowers."

"And what does that have to do with this?" Syaoran motioned to the rose he carried in his hand.

"There's also the fact that all of the guys in your class as well as most of us in the sport clubs are going to be giving you a flower throughout the day," this was said very quickly. Syaoran's eyes widened as he took each word in, his jaw going slack as tormenting images ran through his mind. It was going to be a nightmare of indefinite proportions.

"Well, I better go to homeroom and see if I have any chocolates before classes start," Daisuke pulled away at a dead run to find himself being held down by Syaoran's grasping hand. He could clearly see the tendons and muscles as he held onto his uniform to keep him in place.

"Hell no!" was Syaoran's response as he dragged him into another direction. "You've already opened your mouth so you're going to help me get out of this nightmare."

Daisuke whined as he saw his life flash before his eyes. The other guys were going to kill him. Never mind the fact that he was going to be killed by the female half that was going to be pissed when Syaoran spent the whole day in such a dark mood. He became thoroughly horrified when Tomoyo's face came into mind. They had all forgotten about the princess of the school. Tomoyo was going to reign chaos when the Valentine's Day celebration for her Sakura and her boyfriend became a spectacle.

"She's going to kill us!" Daisuke dragged his feet as untold torture images flew through his thoughts. "There's not going to be anyone left alive after Tomoyo is through with this school after today."

"That would be great satisfaction," Syaoran said smugly, but his smile was calm. "I have an idea of how to turn this all around." He looked to Daisuke with a questioning glance. "It's a good thing you know everything about everyone in this school Daisuke since you're going to get me out of this."

"I don't think this bodes well for me," Daisuke said underneath his breath as he felt that he should feel somewhat insulted with that comment, but it was something that was true. "Maybe I should write a farewell note since after this day is through, I'm sure it's not going to end well for me either way." He resigned himself to the thought and calmly followed the strides of his friend as they neared the soccer club shed.

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Sakura was confused. Very confused.

Ever since she got to school she had been getting smug looks from most of Syaoran's soccer teammates as well as their male classmates. She had no clue what it was about.

Syaoran had arrived late to their homeroom and giving her one of his beautiful smiles, he seated himself behind her and remained quiet throughout the classes that came one right after the other. There was no time whatsoever to give him the treat she had prepared the night before. But then, there also hadn't been time for anyone else to give him their chocolates either.

Sakura was resigned to the fact that his locker was probably going to be completely full since they couldn't give it to him directly.

"Sakura," Syaoran said by her side getting her attention. It seemed like he had been calling her name for some time trying to get her attention.

"Um," she inquired as he flicked one of her bangs from her temple behind her ear. Sakura blushed as she felt his fingers brush the tip of her ear.

"Sorry for being late this morning. There was something I had to take care of," he pulled her from her seat and it was then that she noticed that everyone was around their groups of friends and conversing with each other.

"This morning flew by," she commented as she tried to look without really looking around the classroom to see the exchanges of boxes in between her classmates. She almost broke into a laugh as she saw Chiharu smack Takashi upside the head after he took a bite of her chocolate and made a comment that probably hadn't been flattering.

Syaoran cleared his throat, making her look at him to find him humming very low underneath his breath and looking outside the window as if waiting for something. Sakura wanted to groan as she stopped herself from smacking her forehead as she reached into her bag and pulled a small box.

"Syaoran," she called his name, knowing full well that he had been looking at her from the corner of his eyes. "Here," she unveiled the square box in red wrapping paper and extended it to him.

Syaoran broke into a grin as he saw her look down a bit and not at his face. He could tell from what he could see from her cheekbones that she was blushing quite highly. The warmth that he felt too told him that he was going to be as red as she was as he accepted the box.

He couldn't stop smiling that silly grin. Sakura's hand fidgeted around her belly as he carefully unwrapped the lacy bow and opened the box. He was a bit surprised as he noticed the amount of chocolate she had made. They were all in different shapes and sizes that completely filled the box and accounted for the heaviness he noted when she had handed it to him.

"Thank you," Syaoran took one of the small hearts and popped it into his mouth chewing it carefully. He was delirious as his taste buds danced happily and the chocolate melted inside his mouth. "This is wonderful."

"Really?" he could feel her hesitation as her low tone revealed her shyness over the procedure. Sakura could be quite upfront about a lot of things but she wasn't one to deal too well with the matters of the hearts when it came to this kind of thing.

"Really," Syaoran set the box down on her desk while taking a couple of the treats. "You're a wonderful cook Sakura, no matter what you try your hand in."

He saw the small smile that formed as her gaze started to come directly to his face. Complementing her was an easy thing to do since she was such an accomplished girl. He knew he was lucky to be the guy she was interested in. He was going to be glad for the years to come for gaining her loving attention.

"Here," he offered her one of the pieces as they silently watched the outside through the window. They leaned against one another as they warmed each other's bodies with their close proximity. They savored piece by piece as the minutes ticked by and nothing could interrupt their intimacy as they stayed in their own little world while everyone else bustled around them.

Still, everyone around them were still acting strange. Sakura's eyes followed discreetly as the guys gave Syaoran sly glances and then whispered amongst themselves. It was like something was going on. She tried to point it out to Syaoran before they were done with the last class of the day but he just continued smiling the same happy face as he kept looking at the lace tie she had wound around his wrist.

It was then that it all started.

One after another, he was inundated with flowers. What had astonished her the most was the fact that they were all guys. The guys were giving her boyfriend flowers. And then it was the fact that Syaoran just smiled as the flowers added one over and over to completely cover his arms that kind of freaked her out. She knew Syaoran and he would never act this way in this type of situation. But then, he truly was acting this way.

"Happy Valentine's Day," came another well-wisher that once again winked to Syaoran and handed him another rose.

"Thank you," Sakura had taken to answering for Syaoran since she had been standing right beside him when this spectacle had all started. "What's going on?" She whispered quite loudly by his side as Syaoran placed half of his gifts onto her care.

"You'll see," was his cryptic answer as the club meetings were announced over the intercoms and everyone continued on their way.

"What are we going to do with this?" she motioned to the flowers as Syaoran nudged her to an open door and closed it right after he passed through it.

"We are going to be Valentine's Day's own cupids," Syaoran announced as a groaning Daisuke banged his head against the table he was seated at. He had numerous card notes assembled on the desk as he glared at the two new people in the room.

"I was almost caught making these notes for you today Syaoran," he smiled benignly at Sakura as she looked between the two guys with a very confused expression.

"It's not exactly fair that I'm the only one with all of these affectionate materials," Syaoran growled as he set the flowers down and motioned for Sakura to come to the table. "Now just go to my locker and get the boxes as well as that heart shaped carrier the art club left in the office."

Sakura quietly browsed through the cards on the desk, noticing the pairs that were written in each one as Syaoran explained to her what Daisuke had revealed to him this morning and what he had planned for the rest of the day for all of their classmates.

She broke into hysterical laughter as she understood the genius of his devious planning. This was definitely going to be one Valentine's Day that was not going to be easily forgotten. "I never knew you could be so devious," she finally told him after she got herself under control.

"You drive a wolf into a corner and he's going to attack with all the cunning power and strength he has left," he made a play with his name to make the analogy as he pulled her close to him and hugged her lightly. "Would you like to play a part in this devious plan?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Sakura brushed back his hair in a comfortable gesture, her breathing hitched in anticipation, as he leaned down little by little in what seemed like an eternity before he finally kissed her.

It was only a brush, almost tentative as they warmed each other with the embrace. She felt her body tremble, not knowing if it was only her or if the contact too affected him this way. Their eyes were closed as she smiled against his kiss. He nibbled her lower lip, not truly pushing further than the contact as he laid his forehead against her own and burrowed against her hair taking a deep whiff of her fragrance and numbed his brain processes.

"Do you want to have dinner with us tonight?" she asked him, surprising him for the abrupt change of subject and out of the haze of her smell that was still invading his senses. "We're all going to be home tonight including Yukito, so you don't have to worry about my brother much."

"He is the only one that can keep him from opening his mouth, isn't he?" Syaoran nodded his affirmation as the idea pleased him to no end. She was inviting him to spend the rest of Valentine's Day with her. It wouldn't matter if Touya tried to snap his head off with his glaring expression and scathing comments, it was going to be a wonderful night in his book. "I'll be glad to."

"Good," Sakura's smile eclipsed even the sun as she gazed at him. "You can come with me after school to shop around and help me choose what to prepare for tonight."

"Can I help you cook too?" He had what someone might call an ulterior motive here. He loved to watch her cook. She was always so vivacious and full of energy on everything that she did, that she drew him in with just breathing.

"Any help will be appreciated," she replied while brushing his lower lip and placing a kiss on his cheek. "You're a wonderful guy. That's why most of the girls in school would love to trade places with me in a heartbeat."

"I don't care about that," Syaoran looked away as he brushed a hand through his unruly hair. Sakura saw the start of his blush once again. "I just care about you. None of the others matter to me."

He took her hand in his own, enlacing their fingers with a strong grip that would never let go. "I love you Sakura," he grinned at her while he pulled a rose from the top of the books inside his bag and handed it to her. "I know that it isn't customary to give something to the girl until white day but I wanted to give you something too as thanks for the chocolate."

"It's beautiful," Sakura took the budding rose and brought it to her nose to inhale the fragrance. Her fingers played with the material that encased the stem made of lace that formed a bow near the bud at the top that caressed her fingertips.

"Wei helped me out with the interlacing pattern," Syaoran confessed as he saw her trace the combination of red and white that came together at the top.

"This must have taken you some time to prepare," Sakura's eyes watered as warmth spread through her chest, and an aching pull came from her chest to her heart. This hadn't been easy to plan or execute. It was something to treasure since he had made it with his own hands.

She gripped one of his strong hands in one of her own, bringing it to her cheek to nuzzle it against her cheek and kissing it before she threw herself completely into his arms and hugged him as strongly as she could. "I love you too," she replied to his early confession of a secret that they both knew too well from each other. "And that's never going to change."

"I certainly hope not," he playfully replied placing his own arms around her waist and pulling her from her feet to draw circles around the room while she squealed in surprise and delight. He had always been strong, powerful enough with his lithe body to pull her into his arms and dance with her flying in his grasp.

They had found quite early that they enjoyed this type of activity. Maybe it was because Sakura laughed hysterically as she felt herself flying while Syaoran just seemed to enjoy making her laugh. He had caught her this way the first time she had thrown herself into his arms after his return.

"Come away with me for an afternoon of delights," his lips fluttered dangerously close against her own as he set her on her feet.

"With pleasure," she pulled him down as they claimed each other and the bursting feelings that they pulled from one another. Sakura opened her mouth beneath his as he pulled her close and closer still while nothing else mattered but her touch and herself. He tasted her deeply, coming to understand her own taste and essence as they learnt step by step the deliciousness of a more intimate embrace. It was surprising and wonderful when they experimented with their mouths. Their tongues probed out, dancing slowly as they drank as much as they could from each other.

Sakura felt her knees go weak as his embrace persisted. A warmth spread throughout her, settling a sensation deep in her navel that made her want to compress it some way. It kept pulling and pulling as Syaoran caressed the slight short hairs that was sprayed over the back of her neck. It felt silky and smooth, her skin soft and gentle beneath the tips of his fingers. They broke away as silently as they began, breathing heavily as she laid her head against his chest and let it rest there, knowing that it was going to take her some time to gather her surroundings once again and for her ears to stop ringing as it only heard the fast beatings of his heart and hers.

It wasn't long before everything was ready and with a grimacing Daisuke by their side, they started walking throughout the whole school where the students were congregated for their clubs and their 'victims' were going to be. Sakura laughed again and again at the surprised faces on her classmates.

Syaoran gave the girls roses while she dispensed the chocolates to the guys. Each one was accompanied with a card that had two names on it. One was a girl and one was a guy. The guys sputtered almost indignant, avoiding everyone's eyes as their faces turned red as they thought and their eyes shouted retribution when confronted with the name on the card. The girls weren't too taken aback by their presence, but the flowers they were given startled them as Syaoran played his part of messenger for the day of love.

"What's this all about?" one of the guys asked her as she handed him a package with a card on it. This was her last stop as she handed the last chocolate box.

"We know of someone who thinks very nicely of you," she said almost confidently. "And also of the fact that you like her as well." She whispered the girls name in his ear while tapping the card and just moved away.

"I think that something good is going to come out of this," Sakura confidently stated as she joined Syaoran by the doorway. "At least now they know that things didn't go as they expected it." Both hid from view as they saw Daisuke run for his life as the entire soccer team went after him, their arms flaying wildly and their boxes gripped tightly in their hands as they shouted their thoughts of retribution.

"You've gotta be kidding me," he shouted as he crossed the hallway at breakneck speed. "Tomoyo!" he shouted as she saw him approach the stairs she had just climbed.

"Go," she said to him with a smile on her face as she crossed her arms, facing the racing guys that kept on coming towards her at a run. They were incredibly fast because of the sport they played. If it wasn't for the fact that Daisuke was also part of the team, he would have been caught before being able to leave the classroom. She put a hand out firmly without speaking, one eyebrow raised as if daring them, and watched as they slowed down as they approached her.

"Most of you guys have something to do right now that has nothing to do with Daisuke," she warned them as she pointed to the boxes. "You have some girls to thank for the chocolates you have been given."

A couple of them gulped quite audibly as she continued to look at them, while turning her head sideways bit by bit. "Maybe I should say that while I did nothing to stop you guys from your flower strategy, that you forgot something important or perhaps just misplaced it for a bit, and I concocted one of my own. You guys should know by now that there is nothing in this school that I don't know about."

Some footsteps approached from behind her, catching the attention of everyone as a couple of girls appeared behind her. Some of the guys looked around alarmingly as they saw the roses they had in their hands. "I thought it would be a nice change of pace to change things around a bit and while the girls still made chocolates, I told them to put them in Syaoran's locker. I don't know how it was that you guys didn't notice that you hadn't received what you usually received from all your girl 'friends'. Since they were all in the plan from the beginning, they all picked and were given information about your own inclinations towards them when needed."

Daisuke was a flight down the stairs, leaning against the wall and cowering as he remembered how he had been cornered into giving information about his friends when asked about them by all the girls. They had all cornered him in a room with no escape. Tomoyo had also been there, offering him full immunity to the attack if he cooperated. She had whispered quite confidentially to his ear before he could make up his mind in the end that he was going to have to do it anyways, even if not willingly. No one could go against Tomoyo when she put her mind to something, everyone always just fell straight into her plans if they wanted to have a much easier time of it.

"Since there's nothing in this school that I don't know about, including the knowledge of those of you who have a crush but will never say it face to face, I inducted Syaoran into my scheme of making this one Valentine's Day this school would never forget." Tomoyo glanced to one side, catching Syaoran's and Sakura's wide eyes through the slight opening of the door and winked at them.

"Tomoyo scares me," Syaoran confessed to Sakura as more girls continued to appear.

"Does this remind you of someone?" Sakura had to ask me, knowing that she wanted to have her suspicions shared.

"Eriol," they both groaned as they recalled one of the biggest manipulators they had ever had the pleasure of being manipulated by.

"So here you go girls," Tomoyo stepped aside and started to walk away as she laughed excitedly in her maniacal, having too much fun way. She was always so exuberant when something went just according to plan. "We'll see if you guys have enough time to come up with a prank when you have to deal with the fair gender and your own relationships."

They didn't know how it had happened, but the boys had been had. Maybe that was the main reason as to why even the shyest of girls in the group was staring quite intently, eyeing the object of her affections with courage and hard eyes. This time it was the guys turn to shift about unknowingly and nervously as they fingered the cards with a familiar writing they were starting to recognize.

"She's a crafty one," the vice captain of the soccer team muttered between them before he froze under the stare of the girl that had her name written on the card of the box he was clutching. Well, someone had to be the first to talk or they would be standing like this for the rest of the hours left of the afternoon.

"Hikaru," he said her name quite confidently as he walked forward, stopping right in front of her. He cleared his throat as he saw her eyes waver from her stare and a light blush covered her neck. He'd always been amazed by how she blushed. It always seemed to start somewhere bellow and then spreading to her face. "Thank you for the chocolates."

"Thank you for the rose," she said sarcastically, knowing quite well that he hadn't actually gotten the flower for her.

He looked at her apologetically, cursing silently as he felt some of the guys snickering. It was then that he noticed Syaoran lounging by one of the doors with Sakura by her side and looking quite pleased while putting one finger in the air indicating one down. He wanted to growl at the guy, but he had other things to worry about standing in front of him than Syaoran's face.

It wasn't like they didn't like the rookie, which is what they called him since he had just transferred a couple of weeks ago into the school. In fact, they very much enjoyed having the guy around. They had just intended it as a joke since he seemed oblivious to the female attention he was always getting while on the field and out. They'd just wanted something to laugh about and to make them feel better if one of their own girlfriends or ones they were interested in would give him a chocolate box, even just as a friend, and there was nothing they could do about it. They knew that he only had eyes for Sakura, but that didn't mean that the other girls didn't give him the eye anytime they had the opportunity and that had frustrated them a bit.

He saw it then, Sakura had a flower herself, but it was different from the ones they had bought. This one had an intricate lacing design that covered the whole stem. Syaoran definitely knew more about a girl's feelings than they did by the look on Sakura's face as she inhaled the fragrance. Of course, there was always White Day to make up for this if he wasn't dismembered first by the girl that had written his name on the box he held in his hands.

"Give them a break Hikaru," Sakura said from her place, her and Syaoran's hands gripped together as they walked away. They had plans for the rest of the day and every minute counted.

"I think that after today girls, you're going to have your hands full with gestures," the guys understood the message as they saw the couple look at them quite intently. Those whose girlfriends were standing with the girls apologetically walked to them as they sarcastically held their flowers in front of them. Some groveling was going to be done to get them to smile, that much they knew. It was also going to be understood that there would be no messing with Syaoran after this. Tomoyo had laid out her rules and Valentine's Day was off limits to jokes.

"I'm wondering just how devious Tomoyo can truly be," Sakura questioned to herself out loud.

"Very," said girl answered standing before them with a grinning expression. "I told you there was nothing to worry about."

Daisuke stood beside her smiling. "Sorry for keeping you in the dark."

"I wouldn't have expected any less when Tomoyo is involved," Syaoran said in return as he made to walk by them as Sakura said her goodbyes for the day to her friend. He was stopped as Tomoyo placed a hand in his way.

"You're forgetting something," she announced as her chauffeur came forward with a medium cardboard box. He handed it to Syaoran who grimaced at its contents. "These are the actual chocolates that were for you from our classmates. You really are quite popular with the girls, as well as some guys."

"What am I going to do with this?" Syaoran wondered as Sakura muttered something underneath her breath. Syaoran blinked in disbelief as he was sure that he hadn't heard it right. He looked to Sakura who was biting her mouth closed with wide eyes staring at her hands as she realized that he had possibly heard her.

"Here," he dropped the box into Daisuke's arms without warning, almost felling him. "Do what you want with the chocolates. If there are any notes then leave them for me since I should probably thank them for their time for making them." He was always polite, knowing how much courage it would take to make even one gesture of feeling to someone else. He had struggled himself with Sakura when he'd been faced with telling her how he felt. That had to be acknowledged in some way.

Tomoyo kept smiling in satisfaction as Syaoran grabbed both his and Sakura's bags with one hand and grasped one of hers with the other. "We have some things to do this afternoon."

Sakura waved her goodbyes to them before matching his hurried pace. "Let's get out of here before something else comes up and we're stranded here."

Sakura obliged him gladly, their hands carefully sharing warmth through their skin. "So, have you given any thought as to what you want to prepare for tonight?" He inquired as they calmly walked down the streets, their hands swinging in momentum between them intertwined.

"Some seafood platter. Um, seafood paella," she declared. "It's one of my favorites and easy to prepare if I have some help. We'll also need some strawberries and chocolate."

"For dessert?" he inquired, knowing quite well that she loved the fruit and the various types of delicacies she could make with it.

"It is Valentine's Day after all," she answered quite confidently as he brought her closer and placed his arm around her shoulder to draw her near to his side.

"I think you're the sweetest thing I've ever tasted. There's a combination of strawberries and a lime tinge," they both blushed at his comment. A bit of embarrassment passing quite rapidly as she stopped him and kissed his cheek knowing that he had probably not meant to say that out loud.

Sakura knew that Syaoran loved limes. He'd told her so several times. Strawberry ice cream was also one of his favorite things to snack on too. The fact that he used both to describe what he experienced when he'd tasted her in their first beyond the touching of their lips kiss told her a lot of how much he had enjoyed the experience.

Sakura saw him shift a bit on his feet, nervous, as she started walking once again. Something popped in her mind as she replayed his comment in her thoughts. He stopped completely in his tracks, just staring at her transfixed, as she murmured before entering the store something she had noticed while he'd been kissing her deeply and making her knees give out on her earlier. It wasn't until then that she had actually found a word to describe what she'd tasted. It was something she was familiar with, but hadn't connected.

"Well, you taste like chocolate to me."

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THE END

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This took a long while for me to write. Yep, it is like five days too late from the theme and day it is written for, but I couldn't help myself. This just kept growing and growing and I ended up close to 7000 words here. Sorry for the delay, but this is how it always seems to be with me. Although maybe I did put too much in the end and could have cropped it more, I'm just going to leave it like this.

Also, does anyone wonder just what Sakura said under her breath at the last scene? Mwahahahaha! I know what she said... and I'm wondering if you'd like to know too that prompted Syaoran to hand over the cardboard box to Daisuke and clutch her hand to escape. I'm an evil person so... ha! I've had a story on my mind for quite some time that might work as a follow up to this universe. It has more Tomoyo though, but it is something I've wanted to write for quite some time. Maybe if I finally get to it, you'd all get an answer to my question. Would you like a follow up? If not, then it might take years for me to actually get to it. It's already been on the planning stage for over a year and it can wait more if no one is interested.

I'm currently writing some oneshots that I don't want to spiral out of control. Sharp Claws is a kind of follow up to Green Eyed Monster and Gnawing Desire which will have some supernatural elements as well as adult situations. So... I'm writing everyone, it's just getting to be much longer in the process than what I think it's going to be.

'Till the next story... MS

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Coming Awake- Written by - MS

Coming Awake


Written by - MS

One Shot

You can find them here! - http://www.fanfiction.net/u/228656/

SxS. Sakura decides to play with Syaoran as he slumbers while her need for his touch awakens and the hours come closer to the dawn. It all becomes fair play as he awakens and decides that she also needs to be rewarded for the new day. One-shot, lemon.

Card Captor Sakura - Rated: M - English - Romance/General - Chapters: 1 - Words: 4,043 - Reviews: 30 - Sakura K. & Syaoran L. - Complete



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This could be considered AU and contains adult situations. This is also a very short one-shot, so hopefully you all like it. Yes, this is a lemon.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the card captor Sakura characters.

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Coming Awake

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Sakura's hand came to rest over his chest. The steady breaths rising and falling with it. Syaoran's face was pressed against the pillow while his lips remained open as he took the steady breaths.

Her fingers fell over the hair that coated his skin. It was dark and curly. It felt different from the one that comprised his luscious locks. She couldn't help but compare it.

Sakura extended her hand to his head, making sure not to disturb him as she flicked some of the bangs that fell over his forehead and tickled his skin as he slept. The hair was soft and straight. Her fingers came to the strands, tracing it from the scalp to the tip.

Syaoran's nose wrinkled a bit as a whiff of the air conditioner and its cold breeze passed over the bed. Syaoran burrowed deeper into the pillow to stay warm while one of his hands grasped the covers and pulled them tighter over himself.

Sakura suppressed a giggle at this. He always got so cold during the nights. She had only noticed it when she had started staying over during the weekend nights. Not wanting to be left hanging, Sakura shifted to him and pressed her whole body against his side.

There was so much warmth emanating from him. Sakura took the covers from herself and let the cold air play with her upper body. Turning to her side, Sakura pressed her bare breasts against him, the hardening nipples brushing and pressing against his arm.
Syaoran suddenly moved, moaning slightly before taking Sakura into his arms and settled down once again. He had to be exhausted to not even open his eyes while placing her into his arms.

Sakura felt completely awake. And that was the problem. It was going to be awhile before she could fall asleep once again and the night hours had already gone by. She had just woken up two hours before the usual time.

Her head resting against his neck, Sakura silently observed Syaoran's whole torso. He had great and powerful shoulders. He was only 17 years old, so he wasn't truly bulky or wide. Still, you could see it when he played sports or simply walked that the muscles in his arms and shoulders were noticeable.

Sakura settled her fingers over his collarbone, tracing the bone and coming to rest on the spray of dark hair that littered his chest. It spread from one nipple to the other and then coming down in a line to his belly button. The texture of the hair seemed to change as it went further down.

"Syaoran," Sakura whispered his name. It was almost inaudible, since she barely caught it herself. Sakura let the tip of her tongue press tentatively against his neck, brushing against the skin. She couldn't help herself. She just couldn't stop touching him. There was something about him that pulled at her with the less clothing he possessed.

She felt a throbbing sensation starting the pulse inside of herself. The ticking sensation built at her navel and spread the warmth throughout to her limbs. A movement from his body got one of his legs in between her own, parting them. Their naked skin was touching and flushing spreading to her cheeks. When he slept on his side, he always pulled to her and lay partly on top of her. It was a cage that she didn't mind having around her.

He was exciting her by just being there and he didn't even know it. It would be kind of evil to just wake him up because he was arousing her, but then, she was sure he wouldn't mind the wake up call she had in mind.

Sakura pressed the whole palm of her hand into his chest. Her fingers raveled and unraveled the hair littered on it. Her hand started moving downward, over the plane of his hard and muscled stomach. They seemed to jump beneath her fingertips as she traced the line of his boxers as it was settled over his hips.

He was just so hard everywhere. Very different from her own body that screamed of curves and the softness that differentiated their sexes. His abdomen was defined by all of the exercising activities he always did with all of the clubs he also participated in. She in turn was physically active as well, but his hands could dig into her sides while his own throbbed underneath her touch but never wavered.

She let her hand linger over his abs as she lead her mouth to one of his nipples. She used her tongue to trace the circle and flick over the bud. He liked it a lot when she did it. Just like he drove her crazy by playing with the nape of her neck, he was sensitive to her attentions to his nipples. Her throbbing increased as he hardened beneath her hands as they brushed against his now coming erection. It never seized to amaze her how easy it was for her to arouse him.

Sakura smothered a chuckle, biting her lips to not make a sound as Syaoran shifted either to draw away or keep her close. She didn't know which. It seemed like he himself was at a conundrum for doing either. Something slipped past his lips as he settled down once again, she was sure she heard her name before a soft snore emanated from him. He had placed his hand over his head as he shifted, his feet kicking the coverlet a bit further down.

She'd probably have to do something about this. Sakura grinned at the chance since he wasn't on his side now and more accessible.

She moved the covers away from his chest to below his navel, barely covering him, noticing his slight shiver at the loss of warmth it had provided. It probably wouldn't matter for long since she intended to keep him warm herself. Devilishly, she let her hand slip inside of his boxers. Her fingers brushed against the hairs that nestled at the base of his anatomy and then coming in contact with the object she had originally come for.

He seemed to be cold from the loss of the cover, but that didn't seem to affect him much when it came to the attention from her touch. He was so warm there, and getting harder by the second. It only took a brush from her fingertips to get blood rushing to the appendage as he fidgeted a bit in his sleep.

She wanted him awake to keep her warm too. She traced the growing erection from the base to the tip, watching it grow and get itself away from the opening of his boxers to emerge triumphantly from between her fingers. She used her other hand to clutch the sac, gently massaging the testicles and watched him harden much more with it.

Sakura licked her lips before placing a kiss at the tip, letting her tongue lavish it and mix her saliva with his own moisture. His taste intoxicated her. It was salty, like always, but it was also always a bit different. The texture of his penis always amazed her, as well as the light fluid he always released slightly before he would start moaning her name and urging her on.

"Sakura," he mumbled, his hands fisting at his sides as Syaoran started to open his eyes. They widened as he realized he hadn't been dreaming and she really was taking him into her mouth.

He groaned and slumped heavily back into his pillow as she circled the whole diameter while her teeth lightly scrapped it as well. She sucked on the tip, making him shiver as his penis went ramrod stiff at her actions. One of her hands stood at the base of his erection, keeping it upright and in place as Sakura lifted herself away from him and watched as his eyes gleamed in the darkness.

"You're finally awake," he throaty voice snapped him out of his trance. He extended his hand to her midriff and placed his fingers there. His hand ascended to her breast, catching the blushing colors that accompanied her skin and the warmth that spread from his hand to her body and vice versa.

"That was your intention, right?" He pulled her suddenly to himself, letting her drape over him with her breasts crushed against his pebbled nipples.

Sakura grinned before kissing him thoroughly. She shared his taste with hers, her right knee brushing against his taut manhood as it bobbed from side to side as she brushed it again and again.

"Let me finish what I started," she whispered to him before slipping downwards and taking him into her mouth again. Syaoran groaned as she nibbled his erection from the bottom to his tip. She knew exactly how to get him to the tip of the iceberg and push him right over the cliff.

She blowed into it, her hot breath warming him, her fingers cradling and rubbing again and again. Syaoran called her name as he instinctively thrust upward to her warm mouth to keep the contact with it.

She could feel it. He was about to come. He was throbbing in her hands, and his thighs were tensing. She had paid enough attention to him every time they had done this to know that it was one of the things his body usually did before he came.

Syaoran gripped the sheets of the bed, his muscles taut and heavy as he spilled himself inside of her mouth. Sakura kept licking him as his spasms subsided, swallowing the foamy substance as she licked him clean.

Sakura felt on fire as she crawled to his side and bit his shoulder. One of her arms came around his other shoulder to come to rest on his hair. She let her fingers grasp his locks and play with them tenderly as he turned his head and placed a kiss on her forehead. His breath was a bit labored still as he moved his heavy limbs over her to settle on her back.

He moved his hands slowly by her vertebrae, tracing the bones to her butt and to her shoulder blades making her shiver at the contact. It felt incredibly good to be touched like this.

"That was certainly a new way to get awoken to," he brushed the tip of his nose against her own before pulling her closer and burying his face bellow her jaw and lightly kissing the place where her ear met her jaw. Sakura shivered as she giggled and tried to pull away to have his arms become steel rods around her and keeping her in place.

“Oh no,” he warned her as she uneffectively tried to get away. “You had your way with me and now it’s my turn.”

Sakura’s mouth snapped shut as he sucked her neck playfully. His tongue’s tip played with the spot before he settled his lips over the spot a second time and his teeth raked over the flesh.

One of his knees came to rest between her legs, parting them lightly as he brushed his upper thigh to her core. The light sprinkle of hair between her legs brushed coarse against his own flesh, making his own body react to the touch.

Syaoran knew that he was going to recover soon from her earlier ministrations. Maybe it had to do with the fact that his was still in his teens and his recovery time was very fast when it came to Sakura’s body.

“Baby,” he teasingly called her as he bumped into her secretive place rather hard. Sakura groaned as she closed her eyes tightly and reached to grasp his leg from the underside to keep him there.

Syaoran smiled as he recalled the earlier times they had pushed against one another with their clothing still intact to experience the surge of electricity that blazed through their nerve endings whenever their intimate places were bumped.

“I seem to recall that you are very easy to please,” he playfully whispered into her ear as he ground his palm against her opening without coming in contact with her insides.

He grounded it in motion. Sakura crossed her legs against his hand, her body yearning to feel the pressure a bit harder against her. After a full two minutes of having him ground against her and licking the underside of her breasts, Sakura let out a harsh breath as her eyes glossily stared into his hair.

It had always felt good when he had grounded against her this way. It felt like the couple of months before when they had come little bit by little bit accustomed to nakedness and their private places without just flying right through to the intercourse itself.

Maybe that’s why she was used to being naked with him when they stopped and fell to the bedding to catch their breath.

Syaoran pulled up, grasping her face in his hands before leaning forward and kissing her. Their lips moved against one another, pulling and caressing while their breaths came together and their tongues warred.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said into her mouth as he settled against the bed and pulled her over him. Sakura giggled as he groaned and winced as her knee came precariously close to doing some damage to his once again hardening manhood.

“You’d be the one to laugh like a loon when you finally cripple me, aren’t you?” he teased as he rubbed his cheek against her own rather coarsely. The coming day was one in which he had to shave and his whiskers were grown enough to having the sensation of being burned when against her skin.

Sakura pulled him back as she quite wantonly brushed her breasts against his chest. Her pebbled breasts left a trail as he grasped one with his hand and brought it into his mouth. It wasn’t long before he worked his way to her torso and made a trail all the way to her belly button.

Sakura trashed and giggled as he blew on different places of her skin while his fingers trailed slight lines on her sides from her ribcage to her hips. She fell down on the bed hard as he continued to tickle her and tease her at the same time.

“Stop,” she warned as she rigidly set her muscles and grasped his wandering hands.

“You know I can’t take too much before I just slide off the bed completely,” Sakura rolled her eyes at his playful pout.

“Fine,” he replied rather humbled before reaching for her again and pushing her rather harshly against his own body. His throbbing erection pressed against her stomach as her head laid calmly against his heart.

Sakura traced small circles against his exposed skin as Syaoran looked to the window and the appearing light that signaled the start of dawn. His wondering thoughts returned abruptly as he felt her fingers come close to the nest of hair that was just before his erection.

“Playing again?” he asked with a grin as she traced a line from the base to the tip of it and felt it react.

“It’s one of my favorite toys,” she replied in turn before kissing his jaw and moving to his mouth. Her free hand came to rest on his tresses while they lay side by side. His hands reached for her body as well. One settled on the curve of her hip to her leg while the other came to rest on her neck.

They infused heat into each other as the fire continued to flow through their navels and most private secrets. “Get inside me quick,” she almost demanded in harsh breaths as she pushed his hand to his erection and rubbed the tip of his on her mound. “I’m burning inside and I need you to douse it.”

“Who can say no to that,” he readily agreed as he felt his own desire to feel her intimate muscles around him, while they gave each other pleasure and he filled her completely. The daze pulled him forward, rolling her with him to the edge of the bed while he blindly searched for the nightstand to pull it open.

They had learned to play with each other’s body for some time, but full intimacy was still kind of new to them. He could count on one hand the times that they had fully completed making love with him entering her.

Sakura trembled as he slipped a finger inside of her. She knew that he was trying to make it easier for her body to take him in. Every time they did it again and again it became easier for her to get accustomed to the rarity of being filled.

She saw him rip the opening of the condom. She hadn’t even seen him take off his boxers it seemed since he already had them off. He placed the condom on and settled himself above her while bracing himself on his knees. She smiled as he used his hands to guide himself to the entrance and pushed into her opening.

Sakura’s breathing hitched as she felt her move with the spread upward as he entered her. He did it bit by bit, going a bit farther before pulling away and then repeating the motion again.

He stilled as he entered her fully. It was still an alien feeling to her to be joined with him this way. She was stretched inside, rubbing both in a good and bad way against the invading appendage that lay still within the walls.

He withdrew for an inch and pushed inside once again. Their flesh met as he slowly repeated this again and again for some time.

Syaoran placed a steady hand against her buttocks and another around her shoulders as she circled his neck with her arms. He rolled to the bottom pulling her with him tightly so that they could not become apart in the motion.

He sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed as Sakura circled her legs around his waist and crossing her ankles behind him. It didn’t take long before he started his motions once again, his hands grasping her waist tightly as to keep her in place as he rocked against her.

“This is excruciating,” she groaned against his side as she felt his hip pull back and push against her once more. Excruciatingly wonderful, she amended to herself as she started seeing flashes of light inside her closed eyes.

Syaoran kissed her collarbone as she threw her head back while biting her lip and the accompanying sound of delight as he continued his slow pace inside of her. He just couldn’t help from kissing her again and again. He had to have his mouth on any part of her skin as they learned to appease the fire inside of their bodies.

She growled as he stopped moving altogether, making her open her eyes to see what he was doing to almost crossing her eyes when he pulled and entered her in a motion so quick she almost bit her tongue.

She tightened her arms around his neck as he let one of his hands wander to her butt and caress it while the other pushed her harder onto him to meet his upcoming thrust. Sakura could almost safely say that she was truly seeing stars. Nothing else except his scent permeated her senses as his breathing hitched and she felt him throb inside of her.

His pace quickened as their naked bodies brushed again and again as he pressed her against him and entered her again and again. This primal dance made her cry out in ecstasy, a hiss leaving her lips as she bit his shoulder when her body started the spasms.

Syaoran didn’t pay attention to the slight pain he felt as he let his body fall backwards with her and rolled to their sides. Sakura tried to regain the sensation of movement to her arms as she led the trembling limb to the bedding to rest.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be used to this,” she finally said as she looked at him, staring at the matted hair that came into contact with the sweat their exertion had wrought on him.

“In a good or bad way?” he inquired as his eyes kept closing involuntarily.

“Good,” she quickly replied as she snuggled to his side and placed his hand around her waist so that he could lean on her.

“I feel exhausted,” he growled out loud as he took care of the condom and reached for the box of tissues he kept beside the bed to clean himself.

“Good thing it’s the weekend then, huh?” she saucily replied to his comment before rubbing her nose against his body. This musky scent always called to her. It was also the warm atmosphere that was still hovering above them that was still making her head spin.

The throbbing was back. It seemed like she could always used more release, her body craving it as he got her off again and again.

Syaoran rubbed his face as he stole a look to his clock and just hid his head against the pillow. “I’m going to take a shower to wake myself up again,” he said to her before giving her a quick kiss and slipping off of the bed. Sakura giggled as she saw him almost dragging himself to the bathroom and turning on its light.

He was always lethargic when they finished. Maybe it was a male thing; she shrugged it off before stretched on the bed yawning to get the energy to come back to her. It had been a wonderful way to wake him up to the new day.

She was sure that even if he complained for the next few minutes of being completely depleted, that he wouldn’t mind her repeating this whenever she could. She was also sure that it wouldn’t be long before he showed her that turnabout was fair play between them.

With that thought springing through her mind, she skipped out of the room on her robe to the kitchen. Getting Syaoran something to eat would work to get him energized much quickly and that in no way would ever be a bad thing. Sakura grinned as she opened the blinds and let the sun shine its rays and warm their intimate coming day.

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It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? Wow, I finally came back to Syaoran and Sakura. I hope you guys liked this one-shot. It’s actually one that I started a couple of months back but was able to finish in the last two days.

Here’s a Valentine’s Day lemon gift to you my readers. And of course there is another fic that I’m currently writing right now that is Valentine’s Day centric but without any of the hot play between our favorite play. I hope to have it done before the day is through, so don’t be surprised if I give you another gift to commemorate the day of lovers.

Ok, so upcoming writings are also in the works. I’m writing Sharp Claws which is in the same vein as Green Eyed Monster so if you loved that story, I’m sure you’re going to love this one too. I’m not sure yet if it’ll have a lemon in it but I’m toying with the idea of it since I plan it on getting very hot. Then of course there are the chapters I’m working on for Every Second as well as the second chapter of Adult Supervision. I’m stuck on that chapter but hopefully I’ll be able to write something before a whole year anniversary of having done the first chapter comes by us.

Keep reading everyone… and don’t forget to leave a review. My corrupted soul craves reviews : P . Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!

Review please …

MS