Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Just your average couple... ❯ Spring Break blues ( Prologue )

Prologue

(please keep in mind that this may continue, or not, if you like it, then I will write more, if not, then this will remain a one-shot)

 

The music was up so loud that it rocked the entire house, glass threatening to shatter, eardrums pounding, hearts beating their fastest.

 

A typical Spring Break party, and Sakura Kinomoto was studying for exams.

 

All alone in her room, while all of her closest friends - and not-so-close friends were living it up.

I guess I deserve it, for not taking proper notes in Japanese and Math, my two WORST subjects, she thought dully, her eardrums threatening to pop under the pressure from the stress, mixed with the music rattling the house.

 

The host of the party, of course, had to be Toya, not Eirol, one of the more adventurous friends of theirs, no; it had to be her brother, Toya.

 

Dust fell from the ceiling, covering her already illegible notes.

 

“Great, just great!” She moaned, jumping from her desk and onto her bed, throwing a mini-tantrum on it, her fists and legs flailing in the air wildly.

 

Her door opened slowly, causing the smell of beer to fill her room, as well as the high-voltage rock, which echoed around her practically empty room. She barely lifted an eyebrow. She assumed that it was just some oversexed couple looking for a room for some privacy.

 

“If you're looking in here for a place to take advantage of each other, then PLEASE go into the room across the hall, my brother, Toya's room. He won't mind. He might even join you, who knows!”

 

“Well, that sounds intriguing, but I'd much rather spend my time here, with you, in this room. If you'd like to take advantage of me, though, you only have to ask, and I'll comply.”

 

Sakura lifted her head up and found herself looking into the soft, brown eyes of Syaoran Li. “Oh, Syaoran!” she gasped, throwing herself at him.

 

He smiled, holding her close to him. Her warm breath against the nape of his neck still felt the same as it always did, her arms around his shoulders still pushed his head overtop of hers. The scent of her hair overwhelmed him. She even used the same shampoo as she had before he had left.

 

Everything was the same, yet so different.

 

Sakura placed soft kisses on his neck as he embraced her, placing a hand on her head. She burrowed her head into his collarbone, reminiscing of what it had felt like last time, if things still felt the same, if the electricity was still there.

 

Syaoran rocked Sakura's body back and forth, the both of them overwhelmed by it all.

 

After six months of studying abroad, Syaoran was back home. Back to Japan. Where Sakura was.

 

Syaoran sighed, bringing Sakura's delicate body into his arms. He felt her smile on his chest.

 

He brought his lips to hers. She melted into his kisses, coming undone. Every bit of stress deserted her, every bit of annoyance evaporated.

 

Cause he was here, holding her. The man she loved, had her in his strong, warm arms. And nothing could ruin that.

 

He pressed his body onto hers, pushing her onto the soft bed.

 

He wanted it so bad. In his kisses, in his embrace, every fiber of his being wanted her. He wanted it all. Her body, her soul. He wanted to know every bit of skin on her body as if it was his own. He wanted to know every secret, every lie that she's held inside of her, every hope, and every dream. Everything.

 

Syaoran crawled overtop of her and began unbuttoning her silk shirt.

 

Sakura moaned, intertwining her hands in Syaoran's.

 

He kissed her neck, softly. Then rougher. His hands traced her figure while his lips moved slowly from the girl's neck to her collarbone. He undid a couple more buttons, exposing the girl's chest. He placed his hands on the lace that covered her bra.

 

He then kissed the exposed skin on the chest. Sakura's body tightened as his warm lips touched her cold skin, but she soon relaxed, taking it all in. Giving herself to him. Willing for him to touch her. Willing for him to continue.

 

He placed a hand on her breast, squeezing it roughly, then slipping his hands beneath it, playing with her erect nipples.

 

She smiled, her heart beating ecstatically. Syaoran took this as an invitation to continue. He slid his hands from under her bra to the clip on her back. He undid it with ease and slipped it off from the front of the partially open shirt.

 

Her chest was partially covered by the shirt, her nipples sticking out and visible through the thin material. She groaned again, grinding her body onto his. His knee caught between her legs, slowly sliding down so their waists were completely level.

 

The mound now pressing against her legs made Sakura shiver.

 

She wanted it, but it was just so…

 

“Syaoran,” she said through clenched teeth.

 

“Sakura,” Syaoran replied, placing kisses on her chest.

 

“W-we can't,” she sighed, pushing his lips off of her. “I-I have an exam tomorrow at college, and work after that…”

 

He kissed her a couple more times before rolling off of her, heart still pounding, breath still fierce.

 

“Oh-OK, s-sorry, you're not ready, I-I understand,” he heaved, placing a hand on his chest. “I-I just f-felt so… alive… sorry, I know that you're uncomfortable, I-I should have kept myself from doing that.”

 

“N-no, I should have stopped, I-I just got caught up in the moment, and it's not your fault.”

 

Sakura stood back up, picking her bra up from the floor; she placed it on her breasts, letting Syaoran re-attach it. He smiled as he expertly put the hooks together.

 

She did a couple of buttons up, resting her head on Syaoran's chest. His heartbeat had slowed down and his breathing was getting back to normal.

 

Her own heart was still pounding in her ears. The music had been drowned out long ago, her ears filled with the sound of the metronome of her heart.

 

“I-I guess I'd better go,” Syaoran said sullenly, getting up to leave.

 

“No, wait,” Sakura whispered, her breath caught in her chest. She grabbed onto the sleeve of his shirt, pulling him back onto the bed. “Stay with me tonight.”

 

He looked deeply into her eyes, hypnotized. “OK,” he whispered.

 

She pulled the covers over their heads and instantly fell asleep.

 

Guess she was pretty worked up about it, too, Syaoran thought, before falling asleep as well.