The first part is actually Eriol and Tomoyo centric, and I hope the last part amuses you as much as it did me. Syaoran is going to be put through the ringer...
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the card captor Sakura characters... everything else is mine.
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Long 9 Months
Chapter 4: Hours of the Night
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"There's something about an opera," Tomoyo stood from her seat as the loud roar of the audience's voices filled the air. The curtain was down, but the audience still kept the full volume of the hall.
"There certainly is," Eriol laced her hand in the crook of his own and led her out of their balcony.
"I knew this would be a treat for you," Tomoyo's mom smiled at them as they opened the door and entered the throng of opera goers that filled the hallways.
"Thanks mom," Tomoyo lightly kissed her cheek, as acquaintances announced themselves. Many of the social circle that surrounded her and business prospects stroke a conversation.
The attention then shifted toward the young couple. Many of them knew who Eriol was, and what he encompassed with his presence. He was the heir to the Hiiragizawa fortune. Their chains of hotels all over the world were the first pick for the first class social whirls and vacations.
Anything that the Hiiragizawa family touched turned to gold, and Eriol had already started building his own business while in school. It was rumored that his ideas and ventures were just as great, in a lower scale, to that of his parents. There was something to be said for old money receiving a new money fluctuant. It spelled success.
Both of them stood, letting the conversation drift over them and toward other things. It was the only drawback at having attended a private performance of the Italian Opera with their biggest and most known tenors. Tomoyo's mother glowed under all of the attention. Still, she smiled apologicaly toward them as they were drawn into her world. She knew how much Tomoyo detested such things.
They excused themselves as their attention drifted into business matters completely, able to make a gateway. It was time to return to their world. It was time to return to their lives.
"We're going home," she told the driver as they entered the car and he closed the door behind them. Their destination set, they both relaxed and they got on their way. "Mother probably won't be able to get out of there tonight."
It was nearing midnight.
"That's the price for business relations," Eriol placed her hand inside his as she rested her head over his shoulder. His tux wrinkled under her pressure. Her own dress was bunched around her figure as she burrowed into his side. The state of their clothing was the furthest things from their minds.
"I can't believe you ask me to do that," the silence was broken as Tomoyo lightly moved the material of the dress from her hipbone. She shivered as a current of the air conditioner that circulated sneaked under the opening and blew upwards. Her legs bristled, the sensation carrying over her arms as she shivered in reaction.
"You did loose," Eriol responded as his own hands grasped the sides of her hips and brought her toward his lap. He sat her down, the side of the dress that was split opening to the middle of her thighs.
"You were just too drunk to do anything about it a month ago," she replied as his hand sneaked under her dress and traveled upwards to her hipbone.
"Careful," he warned playfully, his teeth scraping her lower lip as his hands cupped her buttocks, which were bare to his touch. "Let's put that mouth to better use," Tomoyo placed her hands around his neck, her mouth settling over his jaw line and placed her lips lightly as she felt his hands traveling up her spine.
She was completely uncovered as he leaned backwards. Eriol rested his forehead against the armrest and pulled her forward. His hand slipped from her spine to her waist, and let his fingers dance and trace her hipbones to her secret place.
He grounded his palm against it. Tomoyo gasped as the pressure increased and her sensitivity intensified. Her head fell forward, leaning against the crook of his neck.
“We’re almost home,” Eriol whispered to her ear as she arched against his touch. The car soon came to a stop as they rounded the walkway pass the welcoming door towards the back. The car stopped, bringing Tomoyo back from the hazy feeling that had filled her body.
Eriol righted her dress, opening the side door and helping her out of the car. They walked toward the side kitchen door as if nothing was happening. They soon entered, the maids still present inside the house bidding them welcome.
They took a couple of the professed snacks they were offered, and continued through the main floor to their own domain.
Eriol grabbed her and pulled her inside one of the darkened doorways that lay in between the stairway toward their respective rooms.
He gripped her face with one hand, his fingertips tracing the mold of her face as her dark eyes reflected the fire that was present in his own. Careful with their things, he gently placed the snacks over one of the furniture pieces that surrounded them and pressed her roughly against the wall.
Tomoyo laced her hands against his neck as their mouths collided. Their tongues assaulted, searched, took, branded their mouths as their arousal heightened under the touch.
Their fumbling was able to get his tux, and her dress taken off. His tie was slackened, the first few buttons unbuttoned, leaving the spray of hair that littered his chest bare to her gaze.
Tomoyo stood, her legs parted against his invading hand in only her bra. Their mouths suckled, nibbled and scraped their necks and shoulders as her own hand unzipped his pants and freed his arousal.
“You’re already so wet,” Eriol’s gaze centered over her still covered breasts. There was a large bright, round mark outlined against her pale skin. He was sure he had been the cause of such a mark as he recalled the overpowering need he had been placed under two days before while she lay open and beckoning to his touch.
“You’re the one that kept sneaking his hand against my thigh. Slipping it through the slit in my dress and brushing the tips of his fingers against my opening for the last four hours.” She retorted, her attention going to another matter at hand.
Tomoyo set her mouth over his ear, her teeth softly scraping the outer layer as her tongue sought the sensitive spot he possessed right behind it. She felt him trip as she suckled the spot, her hands grabbing her hair by the handfuls as she played with it.
“I want it hard and fast,” she whispered, her hand encasing his very aroused member, guiding it to her opening and letting her insides encase the tip. It felt so good to have him inside of her body.
“As you wish,” with that pronouncement, Eriol placed his hands against the side of her hip and with a quick thrust, filled her to the hilt. A couple of seconds passed as both savored the filling of completion that spread over their bodies before he followed her request.
He braced one of her legs against his waist, letting it drape over it as he increased the pace of his motions. He could already feel the building of sensation building against his heart as he throbbed with each time he entered her.
Tomoyo clung to him, her back against the wall, the uncomfortable position of being impaled against it each time he moved slipping from her mind as her arousal deepened. She felt stretched, opened, filled… her breathing quickened as her nails dug into his backside, the fabric of his shirt somewhat protecting his muscles from the assault.
She gasped, her head buried against his neck as her release skyrocketed her from this world to one of sensations that made her body chime. Still he kept on the rhythm, his release still away as he changed the angle of his thrusts, while his hand slipped between them.
The building of pressure came again soon after, her release echoing against the empty room as he filled her one last time before going spent against her body.
They remained standing, their support being the wall as the sensation of control over their legs and bodies somewhat returned as time slipped by.
They kissed, their mouths now hovering over passion, into tenderness and love. It was sweet and wonderful, a triumphant end to their release.
She felt him withdraw, the somehow flaccid but still hard penis pressed against her navel as they continued to press their bodies together, as if trying to become one, just as they had a few moments before.
“You still have your clothes on,” she remarked as her legs came in contact against the now dampened fabric that was pressed against her.
“That could be easily fixed,” Eriol carried her over to the sofa, crumbling from spent energy as he set her down. “The night’s still young.”
“God!” the exclamation unclouded the hazy vision that filled the room. Promptly the sound of a body colliding with one of the sitting sofas and the following shout of pain brought Eriol out of his sleepy state.
The first thing he realized was that he was sprawled over a very comfortable carpet; an animal fur, resembling a bear, tickling his fingers.
“My eyes! My eyes!” Eriol snickered as he recognized the mocking tone that was currently shouting almost to his ears.
“Shut up,” Eriol yawned, his hands grasping for the glasses that would most likely be somewhere in the vicinity. He tried to recall where Tomoyo had placed them when she took them off his face.
“I really didn’t need to see this.” Syaoran stood to Eriol’s still sleeping form. He was facing the door, his back to the sprawling show that his naked best friend made with his girlfriend.
If memory served him right, this was the exactly same room in which he had been interrupted a month before with Sakura. This form of retribution was completely unnecessary in his eyes though.
“Especially so early in the morning you bastard,” Syaoran felt the annoying tick start over his left eye. It seemed to happen quite a lot in the last few weeks while in the presence of his friend.
“Why don’t you guys ever actually sleep in a bed anyway?”
“Because it’s boring,” Eriol finally located his glasses, his vision finally focusing on the still darkened room. It seemed that the fire had gone out sometime during the night.
His other hand commenced to untangle itself from Tomoyo’s tresses. He was sure that if he had kept his watch on, it would have completely tangled itself into her hair.
Tomoyo continued slumbering, unaware of the figures that currently stood over her.
Eriol glanced down to her body, realizing that she had bared half of her body from the covers he had brought during the night. She was lying down, with her back to his gaze as she rested her head against the head of the animal pelt that she was halfway sleeping over.
Making silencing noises to his friend, Eriol reached downwards and spread the linen over her naked body. Still, he needed to search for his clothing. He could see one of the pants’ legs resting over part of the couch. He reached for it, his eyes scouting the room for the remaining pieces that were missing.
“You should think of locking a room if you’re going to use it for one of your escapades,” Syaoran almost spit out as he rubbed his eyes vehemently.
The image was still burned to his brain though.
It wasn’t the first time that he had found himself in this position though. He should have been more careful when he had come barging into the room without actually checking to see what could come to his gaze. Especially at this house. Eriol and Tomoyo seemed to have decided to brand each and every room in the mansion with their activities.
He could have learned his lesson the first time he had been confronted with this picture. It had occurred in Eriol‘s bedroom though, so it was easily explained. He should have learned to be discreet when entering a room with his friends the next two times it had happened. It had been the kitchen, and later the music room.
He hadn‘t been able to actually look at the piano in the same way again. He was definitely not going to make the same mistake again. Hopefully he would actually remember it the next time he stepped into any one of the mansion’s rooms.
“I did not need this image burned into my retinas.” Syaoran looked back, noticing that Tomoyo had turned to one of her sides, still dead to the world that awoke with the coming morning.
“It’s not like it’s the first time,” Eriol smirked as he slipped his boxers on, while he took the shirt and rest of the clothing that he had managed to find in the still darkened room. The night before had certainly been creative.
Syaoran declined from making a comment, sure that the best way to forget about the incident was to never talk about it again. The subject was now archived in the ‘incidents that never need to be thought of again’ file that was in his memory. Hopefully it wouldn’t be recalled again any time soon.
“Why are you here?” Eriol asked after he realized that the silence that followed his remark from his friend signaled the closing of the subject.
“Because I’ve been thrown out of my house,” Syaoran informed him. “It’s that time of the month. The housekeepers are there for the monthly cleaning of my otherwise boring home.”
“I’d forgotten,” Eriol admitted as they walked the hallway towards the end, where the temporary room for Eriol was positioned. He’d moved some of his personal items into the house since his return from his visit to his parents.
He’d been spending most of his time in Tomoyo’s house anyways, so instead of having to make many unnecessary trips to his apartment, he had chosen to accept her mother’s offer of a room at their huge mansion. It also made for interesting sleeping arrangements.
Especially when they were fighting.
“Then you should be bothering Sakura,” Eriol threw the clothing in a hamper, sure that the housekeeper would soon come into the room and make the necessary arrangements to get his tux ready for the next time it would be used.
“She’s busy,” Syaoran muttered as he sank himself into his friend’s bed.
“This isn’t your first stop of the day, is it?” Eriol suspiciously gathered from the tone of his response. Syaoran seemed to be sulking. Somehow the thought of being the last person on his best friend’s list to visit didn’t sit too badly in his mind.
“No,” Syaoran admitted as he heard his friend walk around the room.
The door to the bathroom closed, the shower soon opening. Syaoran knew that by the looks of what he had stumbled into a few minutes before; Eriol had spent the night with his girlfriend doing the horizontal tango.
Knowing their preferences in that sphere because of his accidental interruptions, he knew that the shower was needed to completely take the fragrance of intimacy that clung to their bodies when they did the activity. He was sure it would also relieve some of the stiff muscles that had popped in as soon as Eriol had awakened.
He’d never truly understand why Eriol liked to have his sexual escapades with Tomoyo in a room that anyone could stumble into. This house wasn’t really that private when you factored in the people that worked in it. It took a numerous amount of workers to keep such a place cleaned and in shape day in and day out; when you stopped to think about it.
Any maid could walk in on them while they lingered in any of the rooms that weren’t their bedrooms. He was sure that it had happened many times before. If he, who didn’t actually enter or live in the house every day, had caught them in such positions numerous times, then those who were present each day should have gotten an eye full many times over.
He relaxed as he remembered the time he had spent over the rug that was spread over the fireplace that was in his own house, inside the family room. It had been one of the first times that Sakura and himself had been intimate at his house. He had planned to surprise Sakura the day before classes started the year before. It had been a wonderful night.
Eriol would be awhile in his shower, if his estimation of the times he had waited in the same position many times before, he had enough time to reminisce on the wonderful memories of the event. It was the only thing that he could actually take pleasure over for the last few weeks.
The memory spread over his thoughts as he closed his eyes to the world. Every detail spread over his mind as he pulled the experience from the well of memories he’d stored from their intimacies. Everything from that night came to life to his eyes.
“You’re beautiful,” Syaoran told her, Sakura’s eyes shinning brilliantly into his gaze as he stripped his shirt off. With a playful smile to her lips, she’d pulled him over her grabbing the seam of his pants.
“You’re wonderful,” she whispered to him as she brushed her lips against his own. His hands settled against the sides of her body as she leaned backwards against the huge pillow that he had lain for her to rest against.
Their lips compressed against each other, opening, letting their tongues savor the taste they each possessed. Sakura let her hands wander from the sides of his pants to the buckle.
Her fingers brushed against his skin accidentally as they searched for their target. The muscles underneath her nails shivered and contracted under her touch. She deviated from the plan, bringing the full attention of her hand to his stomach.
The tips itched, dying to explore each contour that expanded his much defined waist. They reached for each millimeter of skin, the nails scrapping over each nuance that it displayed to her touch. They quivered, his breathing stilled as the sensation of her touch spread to every nerve ending in his body.
Sakura felt like a burning fire had spread over her skin as his skin warmed under her touch. The smell of his skin intoxicated her, her tongue setting over his pectoral, lavishing the skin as it reached his nipple. His salty taste attacking her senses as she settled her mouth over it.
Syaoran shifted above her, bringing her against the pillow completely, severing the contact she had established.
Their eyes remained open as he bent over for another kiss once again. They drank each other’s expressions as the activity brought them closer to the arousal they both sought. Their lips throbbed silently as they separated for breath.
They breathed heavy into each other’s ears. His lips hovered over her collarbone as he lightly blew over her skin. His hot breath warming the shivering path before settling his lips over it.
Her husky moans reached his throbbing ears as he neared her still covered breasts. The thudding of his raging blood obscuring every other sound that didn‘t pertain to them. He ran his tongue over the cleavage that was a feast to his eyes with the two buttons that had been unbuttoned from her blouse some hours before. They had tormented him little by little, daring him to reach for them.
“Syaoran,” his name was muttered as her hand settled heavily over his back, as if boneless.
He desperately wanted to rip the buttons off the flimsy blouse that was currently in his way with his teeth. Still, he decided not to get into trouble when Sakura would realize it, so while his tongue still occupied itself with the skin that was available, he guided his hand to the offensive garment and slowly undid each and every one.
He spread the fabric open, his fingers coming in contact with the lacy white bra that currently bound the boon he had decided to take. He thanked his lucky stars when he realized it fastened at the front.
It made things much easier for him. A click resounded against the opening fire, the logs burning heavily, in the fireplace. The light played over their bodies as it glimmered over their skins.
It was the second week of September, but the temperatures dropped heavily during the night hours. So while the fire warmed the room, and their bodies, the light would be the only emphasis of illumination that would be provided. He’d also wanted to fill the atmosphere with romance.
One of her hands settled over his shoulder blades as he settled his mouth over the uncovered, puckered nipple. It changed from a dark pink color to a darker brown as his tongue circled the bud. He could feel the acceleration of her heart beat with each breath she took.
Sakura pushed upwards, bringing him against her body in full contact. She cursed the skirt that restricted the movement of her legs. She wanted to spread them open, to feel his hard body against her core. She wanted to wrap them around his waist, bringing her burning desire against his body. The throbbing sensation that coursed low just wanted to feel a respite of the anticipation that kept building inside her lower body.
Instinctively knowing what she wanted, Syaoran brought his next priority to be her freedom, as well as his own. The constricting mechanism of his pants was painful to his own arousal.
With just a few moments deviated from the original plan, he had the zipper undone, and lifted her gently from the coverlet she lay over, before banishing the scrap of clothing from their restrictive position.
“Take them too,” she told him as she bit him softly over his shoulder. While he took her panties along with the skirt, she shed off the blouse and bra that merely hanged over her arms. Her hands splayed over his trousers, unbuckling the resistance and pulling the zipper downwards.
She settled her palm over his erection, simply grabbing it lightly as it moved beneath her touch. Syaoran remained frozen in place as her hand slipped through the opening in his boxers and truly touched him.
It was heaven and hell at the same time for them both.
“You need to take these off,” Sakura brought both of her hands to the elastic band and pulled with force, his pants following the trail and bunching against his knees. Syaoran pulled away from her, settling beside her as he frantically pulled his legs free from the constraining clothing.
He was back in just a moment, his mouth seeking her own, while his hands sought her opening. His fingers encountered a sticky substance, her arousal to their ministrations starting to prepare her body for the inevitable joining.
He remembered what he had been told would help. While their mouths mimicked what their bodies sought, he let a lone finger enter her opening, moving in circular motions.
Sakura groaned against his mouth, a burning sensation filling her as he inserted a second finger. He stretched her over and over, the coating of her insides lubricating his motions.
As he stood hovering over her and occupied, she moved the leg that remained trapped in between his own. Her skin brushed against the tip of his arousal, the soft skin branding her thigh.
Not helping herself, she moved her thigh across it, Syaoran shuddering against her mouth as a bit of fluid brushed against her leg. His own legs clamped shut, trapping her movements as his glazed expression regained his normal vision.
“Minx,” he said as he came into focus and her smirking face was revealed. He intensified the movement of his two fingers inside of her, building up a momentum that made her gasp.
He brought her to the crest, his coated fingers leaving her entrance and grasping the thigh that still lay trapped against his own. She was spread open, as Syaoran moved away from her embrace, his fingers grasping his own erection. The light fluid was spread over as he guided the tip to her entrance and slowly pushed inside.
Sakura simply lay over the rug, her arms spread upwards to him as he entered her. Even though he had tried to prepare her, his eyes zeroed in on her wince. She was still unaccustomed to have him inside of her.
He kept his eyes on her expression as he watched her intently to absorb every response she made into memory. He’d been so overcome the first time that they had made love, that he had missed each of her reactions to his touch. It was not going to happen again.
Her lips opened as he entered her, her eyes shutting slightly as she grimaced at the light discomfort that spread over her. Still, she urged him on as her hands came to his waist and to his shoulder.
He throbbed inside of her, while the muscles that surrounded him convulsed and arranged themselves to the invading foreign object that was piercing her. He buried himself to the hilt, letting the sensation of being completely inside of her sink into his brain.
Savoring the sensation, he withdrew, and entered her once again, albeit at a faster pace. He could feel her adjusting to the invasion, the muscles moving around his erection, accommodating his size.
Sakura pulled him toward her, crashing his mouth against hers. As the tempo increased, she silenced her cries into his own mouth. One elbow supported his weight against her own, while the other slipped between their joining, his fingers brushing against her clitoris.
His fingers played around with her folds, arousing her senses, the full impact of his thrusts eliciting small brushes of pleasure that heightened her response.
“Syaoran,” she called his name as she bit his lower lip as he moved away from their embrace.
“There’s something I want to try,” he responded to her questionable look as he slipped from her completely. She felt hollow and empty by his sudden exit. She felt like screaming as he smiled at her expression.
“I’ve been dreaming of this,” he chuckled against her ear as he picked her up and turned her. Sakura lay her body against the pillow, anchoring for the angle that left her body almost sitting, her knees supporting her position.
Syaoran licked the space between her shoulder blades, the taste salty mixed with the perspiration that had formed and beaded to her skin. He slipped his hand in between her legs, coming to her opening and spreading her further.
He entered her with one full stroke from behind. He buried himself to the hilt, her butt pressed against navel. Sakura shivered, the hair of his navel tickling her skin as he entered her again and again.
It felt so different.
It was perfect.
The discomfort was almost nonexistent. Sakura could only open her senses to the feelings that were spreading over her body.
The sensations were overpowering her. She arched against him, his hand falling over her breast, caressing the mound as she groaned in delight before him.
Her lips opened, gasps quickly following as Sakura felt her body overflowing, the dam finally bursting. The floor disappeared bellow her, a cry emanating from herself as the sensations proved to be too much for her.
She fell forward, crushing the pillow as she felt him stiffen with a final thrust. The trickling sensation of his release somewhat assuaging the embers that still burned inside of her.
His hand came to rest around her waist, part of his weight over her frame as Syaoran tried to catch his breath. The smell of sex and perspiration filling their nostrils as he withdrew from her and pulled her to his chest.
There they had waited for their heart beats to still. Their breathing had remained ragged as they had silently observed each other as time passed. Their humming bodies had returned to a semblance of normalcy, their hands clasped in between as the fire had continued to warm the night.
“That seems to be a nice daydream,” the comment brought Syaoran back toward the present. Eriol stood before him, his hands at his waist as he observed his friend.
“Sorry,” Syaoran shook his head momentarily, letting the cobwebs of the memory that still lingered shy away.
“I don’t think you are,” Eriol simply pointed out, the infernal smirk that Syaoran had begun to hate revealed in his features. “That’s a very impressive hard-on you seem to be sporting there.”
Syaoran’s attention drifted toward his pants, and to the tented revelation that was sported for the whole world to see. He cursed under his breath as he tried to bring himself under control.
“Shut up,” Syaoran simply stood, hoping that the craving that his body had awakened with the memories would fade away. There were other things that needed his full attention as the day progressed.
He would worry about how to take care of the problem this presented to him later in the day. Probably at night, alone, where he could imagine it was Sakura who was touching him as he sought a release from the arousal his whole body seemed to possess.
“Here you go,” Sakura slipped the opened long neck beer into his hand as they sat down beside the comforter she had set up a few hours before.
“Thanks,” Syaoran waited until she sat beside him, a beer for herself on her hand, before setting his arm over her shoulders and bringing her close to his side.
They settled into the embrace as the opening to the program started to scroll on the screen. The hour was spent with snickers, tickling, small kisses, and the usual snuggling that followed after the program was ended.
“Where did you get this beer from?” Syaoran asked, his tongue rolling over his mouth, taking every lingering taste that had been kept inside the orifice.
“I swiped it from Touya’s stash,” Sakura snickered as a laugh escaped her, a snort quickly following the outburst. “He’ll probably glare at me for the next couple of days when he figures out I took one of the two cases he had brought home.”
“You really can’t hold your liquor, can you?” Syaoran remarked as she fell and embraced his arm. Her warm breath blew against the side of his body as she closed her eyes. She was obviously intoxicated as she reacted to everything that surrounded her.
“Just a sip is enough to cloud my mind,” Sakura admitted, resting her body against his side, her head falling deeper into the crook of his arm, her mind falling deeper into slumber. She always felt so debilitated after finishing a whole beer.
“That might pose to be a problem.”
“Not really,” she set her head against his thigh, her breathing becoming slower as her center of thought stopped and picked up again. “I don’t normally show my inebriated state to anyone when I’m out with friends.”
She giggled, “You’re the one that finishes the drinks I’m offered anyway.”
Her eyes opened suddenly, her expression bright and attentive as it had been an hour before. There was no sign whatsoever of the sluggish reactions she had a few moments before.
“But your mind is still cloudy,” Syaoran moved her head softly from his lap. It was nearing midnight, and they had to be at school bright and early for the meetings of their clubs. School was still a week and a half away from starting, but there were many things to be dealt with before the school year could begin once again.
“That’s true,” she sighed into his shirt as he picked her up effortlessly and carried her from the room toward the stairs, and into her spare room. “As long as you’re with me though, nothing bad could happen.”
She burrowed deep into the pillow of the bed. She curled into a ball, light shivers coursing her skin as her body tried to ready itself for sleep.
“Good night Sakura,” he pressed his lips against her forehead and pulled away.
Her hand stopped him. She felt surprisingly strong as she pulled him forward, a smile ready at her lips. She groaned as the breath was stolen from her body as he fell over her chest. Her sternum squished her ribs, hoping that the pressure would soon be alleviated.
Not wasting any time though, she settled her arms around his neck, imprisoning him to her as Syaoran brought his elbows to the side of her head. “You’re not allowed to go.” She informed him, her nose burrowing into his neck, and one of her hands rapidly uncovering his upper body from his t-shirt.
“Really,” Syaoran was sure that she was about to drop into unconsciousness any minute now, her sluggish control over her body, and her glazed eyes the proof of her debilitation from the land of the living.
“Yeah,” her eyes changed back, strikingly strong in their gaze as she moved him against the bed and she settled herself over his stomach.
She stripped her shirt off, opening the top button of her shorts as she leaned forward to catch a kiss from his lips. In the back of her mind, her hazy thoughts were trying to rationalize why he hadn’t moved his hands from her waist. He was usually all over her by the time she had taken her shirt off.
“I’ve been feeling a bit angsty for the past few weeks,” she said to him, her hand moving from the side of his hip to his penis. Just a brush of her hands brought his member to complete attention, the arousal lengthening, while he bit the tips of the fingers that rested against his lips.
“It has been awhile,” Syaoran admitted as he let his hands roam to her bra, his palm cupping her breasts, rubbing against the pebbling nipple that was clearly visible through the material.
She looked out of focus. He was sure his eyes had stopped working the minute her hand slipped inside his pajama shorts and cupped him. Sakura chuckled, her tone husky, her throat dry. She could feel the rapid building of sensation between her legs.
Alcohol seemed to stimulate her responses a bit. Although the real reason might be that she’d been hounded by dreams of them together of late, with no other release than the light petting Syaoran had seemed to want to do of late.
Her whole body felt wound up to the last respite, just wanting to feel a bit of pressure against her current state. Sakura slid downwards, her open legs locking into the position that she most desired. The clothes were still in the way, but the sensation was all that mattered at the moment.
“Touch me,” she pleaded, her legs wounding around his waist as he stood from his position. With her inertia, plus the light feeling she felt over her body, carried them backwards. She was now on the bottom once again, his erection pressed fully against her stimulated core.
“Syaoran,” she groaned, his name slipping from her parted lips as any type of movement ground his hips deeper against her own. His breath was harsh and low, his lips hovering against her ear. He seemed to be holding the reins to something; his eyes shut, as if from temptation.
The insane idea prompted a giggle, her thoughts scrambling to focus on the activity at hand. Seeing that he seemed hesitant to make a move, she quickly brought her hands to the waistband of his shorts and pulled them downwards, one of her feet catching it as if stopped around mid-thigh, and slipping it off to his ankles.
Syaoran barely noticed the change in his condition, his mind screaming obscenities as the conversation he had held with Eriol a month before continued to replay inside his mind. His rational mind was saying no, while another part of his anatomy stood to attention, no matter what rationalizations his mind was currently running through.
He could feel his face scrambling for breath, trying to keep the autonomous system going while he tried to control his overzealous hormones from rampaging through his whole mind. He was loosing the battle.
It wasn’t like he was going to tell anyone that he’d had sex with his girlfriend. Sakura wasn’t going to tell the world that she had been intimate with her boyfriend either. If he wasn’t going to say anything, and she wasn’t going to say anything; then, there was nothing to be preoccupied about.
Eriol and his crazy notions. Air filled his lungs, his whole body now agreeing on the next course of action that it wanted to take.
“Come on love,” the motivation Sakura applied seemed enough to get an immediate reaction out of him. He seemed to have made up his mind about something, she noted.
His mouth promptly settled against her own, suckling and exploring each little crevice, drinking and drowning her moans of satisfaction. His hand slid in between their bodies to her shorts, rapidly unzipping and sliding the impediment off.
All thought evaporated from her mind as his nibble fingers slipped by the side of her panties and deftly explored the outer lips of her sex. Sakura felt a trickle of moisture in her insides, her eyes devoid of vision as he rubbed them against her clitoris.
His ears drank in the gasps and groans that she uttered as his fingers entered her, mimicking the movements of their lovemaking, the circular motion exciting each nerve ending that his motions came into contact with.
“Oh, god!” Sakura let go of the physical plane, her body stiffening slightly as the release took over her sensations of the world. Her arched hip crashed against the mattress, his fingers gripped tightly, trapped as her orgasm took off.
Syaoran felt a bead of perspiration form against his forehead as the tight grip of her insides of his fingers eased, bit by bit. His own heart beat was speeding fast, blood raging over his body, the circulation warming his naked figure.
He was so wound up, that his muscles screamed from his rigid position. He glanced at her figure, the light breathing of her chest the only sound that came from her.
He felt as if his eyes had popped as a suspicion crossed over his hazy thoughts. He quickly confirmed it, his mind shouting the unfairness of the world, the curses doing nothing to alleviate his state.
Sakura had fallen asleep.
Syaoran felt like shit.
He scrambled from the bed, his still aroused member a present remainder of what just had occurred. It was the first time that Sakura had passed out after he had brought her to the edge. It seemed that alcohol truly didn’t mix with her in his mind.
All Syaoran wanted to do at the moment was to hit his head repeatedly against the wall. Maybe then his body would return to normal. He winced as he recovered his shorts and carefully slipped it over his erection.
This had to be some sort of retribution.
Resigned to a very poor night of sleep, he quietly walked toward the door that connected this room to his, a groan slipping pass his lips as he looked back toward Sakura’s sleeping form.
“This is a very cruel punishment,” he told himself before going to his very cold bed, alone and resigned for the night ahead.
The answering machine clicked, the usual announcement in Syaoran’s voice filling the empty room before the beep.
“You never seem to pick up the phone anytime I call, why is that I suppose?” Her mother’s voice started recording on the automatic recorder. “Maybe it’s because it’s around 2 a.m. in your time,” she rationalized as the sound of a ticking clock could be heard in the background. “Anyway, I called to tell you that Meiling has transferred to your school. The girl has gotten into her head to go ‘visit’ with you for your last year of high school.” The disapproval tone of her voice didn’t leave her personal thoughts on the matter unclear.
“She’ll be there in a few days after I get everything settled out from her return from Hong Kong.” The message continued as she gave a few other news before finishing the call.
Two hours later, the electricity went off. The problems that soon arouse the next day, their clocks out of synch with the world, making sure that no attention was pressed to any calls made during the night. The message was also deleted accidentally before the recipient could actually hear it.
XOXO --- end of chapter
School is about to start, the activities taking all of the free time of our favorite couple. Something keeps nagging Sakura in the back of her mind, all shuffled to the back as Meiling returns from her two years in Hong Kong. And yes, she’ll be staying with her cousin. There really won’t be any intimate time for them now.
Chapter 5 : New Arrivals
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