I'm In Love With A Plumber - Chapter Nineteen

I'm In Love with a Plumber

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Rule Number Nineteen:
Love in a relationship is pretty simple:
You give love. You receive love. You make love.

oOo

Step Three-Three course meal.

Once inside the apartment, Syaoran closed his arms around Sakura, pulling her as close as he could.

“Couch?” he said in her ear.

She nodded shyly. Syaoran placed his hand gently under her chin and lifted her face up so that their face were inches apart. His lips moved against her throat, nuzzling against her neck, and then he began to murmur. All those soft, seductive words that she had dreamed and fantasized about hearing.

He buried his head in her soft, sweet-smelling hair. Syaoran heard her sigh and he pulled back slowly.

“I'm not going to do anything that you don't want me to,” he said.

She blinked, then whispered. “Kiss me.” Although she wasn't just asking for a single kiss alone.

“Are you sure?”

Sakura nodded.

He found her lips and kissed her. A slow, gentle, exploring kiss. The taste of him bewitched her. Sakura lifted her head and gazed into his eyes.

The invitation in her eyes was unmistakable. Desire and need clearly glittered in her eyes. A sensual need grew inside him as he smashed his lips against hers and parted her lips. His tongue pushed inside her, tasting her sultry flavor. Their tongues mated, danced, and seduced each other.

He led her across the room to a leather couch, their lips still locked as Syaoran laid Sakura down gently. He shifted to a more comfortable position so that he wasn't crushing his weight down on her entirely.

Sakura broke the kiss abruptly.

He gave her a concerned look and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I just remember that I left the cakes at your grandmother's shop this morning..."

He groaned. "Sakura, that was at least eleven hours ago—why now?"

"Am I ruining the mood?"

"Yes."

"S-Sorry." She blushed slightly, and blushed more because of the embarrassment of blushing in front of him at a time like that. "Sometimes, it's like I can't control my own mouth..."

He smirked. "I can help with that." A long finger stroked her cheek. He coaxed her mouth open and slipped his tongue inside. The touch of his lips was gentle and tentative. A soft sigh escaped her throat as Syaoran fully claimed her lips.

In a heartbeat, the kiss turned rough. Teeth scraped skin, bit, nipped. Tongues invaded, clashed, plundered. A need formed deep inside her, a strange aching desire she had not felt before. His lips and tongue were magical, bringing soft moans from her throat. Syaoran broke the kiss, but only momentarily. His lips began to place soft little touches on her nose, her cheeks and then her neck. Trembles of desire shook her body, and he pulled her closer to him.

Trailing little bites down the silky skin of her throat, he slid his hand up her leg and under her dress to cup her through her panties. They were silk. And they were already damp.

Her hands roamed over his shirt, her fingers moving gingerly until her hands wound around his neck, and she whimpered, feeling her control slipping away. She felt her body melt into his; even the slightest touch made her shiver—the sensitivity she had for his every move was so intense.

Her heart was pounding. She wanted him so badly.

“Syaoran.” Her voice sounded rusty to her own ears.

His lips found hers again, and she responded, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss. Unexpectedly, he pulled away.

"Wait," he said in a rasping voice. "We can't..."

Disappointment was clearly shown in her voice as she asked, "W-Why not?"

He chuckled and kissed her gingerly. "Bedroom," he whispered.

"Carry me?" she asked cutely.

"Lazy," he said as his gently picked her up in his arms.

She traced teasing circles over his chest and said, "And whose fault is it that I feel like Jell-O?"

He laughed. He carried her into the bedroom and lowered her gently onto the mattress.

He lay down beside her and undressed her slowly, allowing his fingers to touch her body delicately as he slid her dress off. She moaned—wanting him to touch her more, trying to move toward him—but he held her back tenderly.

Sakura gave a sharp intake of breath, and let it out slowly. She turned her head to the side and looked away timidly as Syaoran stared at her body, a deep yearning in his eyes. She buried her head into his shirt, trying to hide her face from him, her 'problems' hitting in once again.

He let out a small sigh and stroked her hair softly. "Sakura, look at me..." his voice was relaxing and soothing to the heart. "You're beautiful... just perfect."

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WARNING!!

The next scene will contain lemon, smut, hentai, or whatever you want to call it. Please DO NOT read if you aren't comfortable at all with details. To skip the scene, scroll down to where it says 'Step three, check...' and start reading from there.

If you decide to continue, then please read at YOUR own expense, meaning that I will not be hold responsible for any discomfort (or disgust) that you might feel.

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He brought his hands up over her stomach and breasts. He massaged her through her bra and leaned down to kiss her. She leaned her head back giving him access to her neck, his hands moving to her shoulders holding her there while he kissed and licked and sucked on her neck.

He removed her bra, and bent down to suck on her breasts. Sakura felt weak. As he bathed her with his tongue, he removed the rest of her underclothes, sliding his hands down her legs. Sakura kissed him gently and pulled his body close to hers.

"You're not being fair," she poked at his chest and playfully tugged onto his shirt.

He smirked and rolled over on top her. "I'm not stopping you," he said; smiling his ever-so-tantalizing smile

Sakura unbuttoned his shirt collar, and leaned forward, kissing him in the hollow of the neck, and letting her fingers trail onto his chest. Putting his arms around her, he pulled her closer and kissed her eyelids, her hair, and all around her mouth. She sucked his lower lip into her mouth and gently nibbled at it, as her hands pushed his chest a bit away from her, just enough to unbutton a few more shirt buttons. She wrapped her arms around him beneath the shirt and rubbed her fingers lightly on his bare back. She felt a bit of a shiver from him, almost like a tickling sensation, and smiled into the kiss. Quickly, she yanked the shirt unexpectedly out of his pants. Her hands moved to the belt, and he continued attempting to suck her tongue into his mouth, while she fumbled with the buckle.

He broke away from the kiss and asked, "You need help?"

Sakura smiled and nodded. She watched as he pushed himself off the bed to undress himself; astonished was the wrong word to describe what was going through her head. She didn't think there was a word to describe the sensual feeling.

He came back to the bed after he got undressed. "Like what you see?" he whispered in her ear. His voice was so deep she could feel her body tingle with every word.

She gazed up at him, her beautiful eyes flooded with unabashed desire.

He lowered himself on top of her. Sakura pressed herself against him and twined her arms around his neck. When his body wrapped around hers, need and passion burned in his veins. He kissed her long and thoroughly before his lips trailed down to her breasts, where he suckled each of her nipples. Then, he tugged on them gently with his teeth.

He pulled her toward him and buried his face in the cleft of her breasts, nuzzling and licking and nibbling. He didn’t stop until she moaned and stirred beneath his body. Sakura brought her knee up between his legs, pressing firmly against his groin. She kissed him long and passionately, her desire mounting with each minute. She needed him—needed him inside her.

Syaoran continued his descent down her flushed body. He kissed the warmth between her legs, and her thighs started to shake. Her breath was short and jagged. He shifted her hips to bring her closer to him.

“Syaoran,” she moaned. Her hands tangled in his hair.

She ran her hands through the back of his hair, lightly tickling his scalp and sending shivers down his spine, as she widened the angle between her legs and allowed his fingers to glide over her warm, moist fragrant slit.

"This will hurt at first," he said. Sakura heard the sound of a plastic package opening, and knew he was putting a condom on for her. "Just relax, okay, Sakura?"

She nodded.

She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck when she felt him at her entrance. Her hands moved up his arms and gripped him with her muscles—freezing the moment for as long as she could.

He entered her slowly, allowing her only a little of himself at a time... in and out... deeper each time. When he was deep inside her, he paused. She gripped him tighter and made him groan.

Well, at least he told her truth—it hurt like Hell. "Is it going to stop hurting?" she asked; rather childishly. What else? She was inexperienced.

He kissed her deeply to assure her that everything was okay. So, slowly, he made love to her; bending down to suck on her breast or bite her shoulder. She gripped hard onto him and savored the feelings that he gave her. The pain was slowly going away. She didn't feel pain anymore—just tingly, strong desires.

It was an ecstasy she had never experienced. She began to move to his rhythm. Their bodies danced together in slow harmony. Just a slow gentle movement. He held her close to him and kissed her softly. She could feel his heartbeat along with hers. She let out slow melodic moans.

She listened to his breathing and to her own rapid breathing. She opened her eyes and stared into his until his mouth met hers, then closed them again to feel his tongue exploring her.

His breathing became more ragged as he fought to maintain his rhythm. He started to move faster, filling her again and again, so deeply against the softness of the mattress. He rubbed against her with every stroke, sending shocks through her body. She closed her eyes and tensed. Almost... almost. She could not hold back. Her fingernails left marks on his back. He held her tightly.

She arched her back as he sank into her repeatedly and whispered, "Oh, God... Syaoran..."

Sakura dragged his head down for another kiss. Moans fell from her lips as his body thrashed against hers. Her ragged breaths filled his ears. The air of the room grew heavy with the scent of sex, the sound of their breathing, the smacking of flesh against flesh. All Sakura could think was that this was Syaoran.

Syaoran.

Her Syaoran... and no one else.

He was hers as she was his.

She felt every thrust of his body into hers and every ragged breath on her face. She kept saying his name over and over and losing herself in the rhythmic, primitive passion they were sharing. His thrusts went deep to her core, and she could feel the world falling away.

He kissed her moist body and held her, rocking gently as she came down from her euphoria. More like they both came down from their euphoria. His mouth found hers and he kissed her hard as he came inside her.

Sakura did not know what to say as she stared up at the man with awe in her eyes, her chest rising up and down heavily. To him, she must've seemed breathtaking; but to her, he was more than marvelous. Syaoran sensed her loss of words and kissed her gently. He rolled to the side of her and pulled her into his arms. She felt warm in his arms, like she belonged there with him.

Like she belonged to him.

"I told you that you're perfect," he said.

Sakura smiled. "Yeah..." Perfect.

That was until...

"You know..." she mused quietly as she looked down at their feet. "You have cute feet... I'm kind of jealous."

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Step three, check.

Mission Accomplished.

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Sakura thought she was dreaming when she woke up with a pair of arms around her. She blocked a ray of sunlight from her eyes and realized they were Syaoran's arms. She closed her eyes again and relaxed; it wasn't a dream. She opened her eyes again to observe the sleeping figure beside her. He looked so serene and peaceful, so innocent and vulnerable; she didn't want to wake him up.

She pulled the blanket close to her body, shivering when she realized just how cold she suddenly was. She glanced over at the digital watch on his bedside table and sighed. Her brother was probably looking for her through every crack and hole while she was snuggling against her... erm... what were they?

He didn't officially ask her out again. So, technically, they weren't dating. Yet... she slept with him and she told him she loved him.

Hoeeee!

Sakura realized that she had just gotten the long end of the stick.

Note to self: Sex is a really, really evil Devil—with his temptations and sticks...

"Stupid, Syaoran..." She started muttering under her breath.

"And why am I stupid?"

She practically shot out of bed when she heard his voice beside her. When did he wake up, and how did he manage to nuzzle against her neck without her knowing so? Okay... that was definitely scary.

"Syaoran, what are we?" She asked, quietly, averting her eyes to the ceiling.

"The last time I check, we're still human beings."

Sakura rolled her eyes. "Even I knew that. I'm not that stupid, you know."

He smirked. "How stupid are you really?" he teased.

"Jerk."

He chuckled and pulled her body close to his, reminding her again of the fact that they were both still bare and naked—very naked.

"Sakura, after last night and everything, what do you think we are?" he said.

Sakura flushed. "I d-don't know..."

"Alright, then. What do you want us to be?" he grinned.

"You already know the answer."

"But I want to hear you say it."

"Lovers. I want us to be lovers." Was that too bold to say?

Syaoran gently placed a kiss on her lips and said, "Me too. Can you say it again?"

Sakura frowned. "I said it all night last night!" she protested.

"I want to hear you say it again."

"Koji was wrong when he called you an insecure bastard."

"Remind me to kick his ass later. Meanwhile... say it."

Sakura rolled her eyes. "You have cute feet."

He smiled brightly. "Now every part of my body has been complimented."

She rolled her eyes again. Of all the parts on his body, she just had to mention his feet. She just had to. Ever since she'd made the very stupid comment, he'd made her say it over and over and over again, like he'd never heard anybody say 'Hey, cute feet' to somebody else.

Actually... Sakura was probably one of the very few special people to compliment their partner's feet while making love. And Syaoran was probably the only man in the world to be ecstatic about the compliment because it meant every part of his body had been complimented—was that like a record breaking milestone for men or something?

"Why do people keep mistakenly tell me that you're insecure?"

Did he seem like an insecure person? Heck. No.

For some reason, Sakura felt as though she was duped. Didn't know why, though.

He smiled smugly.

"By the way, Syaoran..." Sakura smiled subtly. "Your grandmother said something to me yesterday that had me thinking for a while."

"What?"

"Why did you tell her that I was 'taking time off work'?" she said. "You dumped me, didn't you? Why didn't you tell her the truth, eh?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Aw, c'mon!"

"I didn't tell her because I was holding onto the hope that we'd get back together," he answered, feeling somewhat embarrassed. "I was like a living corpse after our break up, literally."

"I wasn't better off either—getting jealous and everything."

"Jealous? Of what?"

"I saw you together with a woman outside of your apartment after Eriol's party, but you were drunk. I assumed that you moved on, and I jumped to the conclusion that I didn't mean anything to you."

"Sakura... if you have anymore secret fiancés I should know about, tell me now."

She giggled. "No more. Just the previous one."

"Good." He smiled.

"Hey, Syaoran?"

"Hm?"

"Are you free today?" she asked, drawing circles on his chest. "I want to introduce you to my family."

"I already met them," he said matter-of-factly.

"You know what I meant..."

He smiled. "I'm always free for you, Sakura."

"You might want to be careful with Touya though."

"I'll make sure to have tranquilizers with me." He wasn't kidding. He was going to bring tranquilizers with him (if he could buy some...).

Sakura didn't know if it was such a good idea to personally introduce Syaoran to her family, especially her brother. She still remembered Nakuru's reaction a few weeks ago; her father would probably smile and treat Syaoran like he was part of the family; but Touya... he was the obstacle.

"I think it's time for breakfast," he said all of a sudden and squeezed her shoulder lightly.

Since he mentioned it, she was really hungry.

"What do you want?" she turned to ask him.

"Omelettes are nice." There was something devious about his smile; like he was planning something, and she should be scared. "You get the eggs ready and I'll take care of the filling."

He kissed her fervently, holding the kiss for as long as he could before breaking it, burying his face in her neck, kissing her hair. He kissed her ear and then her cheek before capturing her mouth again. Realization dawned Sakura in the face when she felt his hands traveling down her body.

My. God.

He was so not talking about omelettes...

"Syaoran, I thought you said you wanted breakfast..." She managed to say when his mouth moved to the nape of her neck.

"Hmhmm."

"Sya—ahh...Syaoran...I'm t-tired."

"Are you, Sakura? Are you?" he smiled charmingly.

Ohh. Curse the fetishes.

"Haven't you had enough last night?"

"Seven is the lucky number," he said and kicked the cover onto the floor.

Note to self: Breakfast in bed is evil, too.

zZz

Sakura stepped out of the shower and wrapped her auburn hair in one of the coarse, bleach-white hotel towels that Syaoran had laid out for her after his shower. She grabbed a towel off the rack and wrapped it around her body.

"Hey, baby...?" He called out to her from the bedroom.

She smiled at the petname. "Yeah?"

"Can you come here for a minute?"

"What is it?" she asked as she walked into the bedroom, finding him standing by the window.

"You remember that time when I said I can see your bathroom from my bedroom window?" She nodded. "Well," he continued, slowly. "I think you can see my bedroom—with a full view of the bed—from your bathroom window."

"So?"

"You have men working on your apartment...right?"

She nodded, still not getting where the conversation was leading. "What about...? Oh. My. GOD!!" She screamed and ran over to the window.

Standing around her bathroom window were the three men who were supposed to be working—not standing around and enjoying a free Pay-Per-View show. Sakura slapped herself in the head when one of the men decided to give them two thumbs up through the open window.

Maybe they didn't see anything. Who was she kidding? If they didn't see anything, then why were they packing up by the window? Oh, yeah... she was screwed. Well, technically speaking, she was screwed.

"Well..." Syaoran said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "It was only fifteen minutes."

Sakura rolled her eyes. Yeah... ONLY fifteen minutes.

Things couldn't get any worse... right?

Actually... it did.

"KAWAIIIIIIIII!!" a voice exclaimed loudly.

A chirpy Tomoyo was waving to them from the open window...with a—what else?—camcorder in her hand.

"SMILE AT THE CAMERA!"

Sakura sweatdropped and pulled down the blind.

"I'll light the fireplace," said Syaoran.

She quickly slid into her dress and walked out of the room. "I'll get the tape."