Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Leading the Blind ❯ Joining ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Moon Star 
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Anime/Manga: Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.20.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 7.4K | Visits: 490 | Status: Work In Progress
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Anime/Manga: Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.20.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 7.4K | Visits: 490 | Status: Work In Progress
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Ok, this has definitely turned into more than what I had originally planned. This part of the story actually takes part on the same day as chapter two; I just really couldn’t string it all together since it has a very different outcome. So it is actually chapter two as well but I needed to break it into two different chapters.
Also, I posted this on ffnet and completely forgot about other places like mediaminer and for that I apologize. I'm posting the whole thing here so that I won't feel like an ass for leaving it like this. Sorry to you guys.
Disclaimer: I do now own any of the card captor Sakura characters… everything else is mine.
Leading the Blind
Chapter 3 : Joining
Syaoran opened the door to the car, took a deep breath and got himself out. He shivered slightly, not much for the cold but of the unexpected. He hadn’t really believed that he could be back here again. It was close to eight o’clock and the sun had disappeared two hours before. This could be counted as the third date for them if he started thinking about it.
Three different dates in a 24 hour period. Now that was a record for him. Especially since it was all with the same woman. He just couldn’t get enough of her presence. That’s the only way he could rationalize spending close to a whole day with Sakura alone.
Just a few hours before Syaoran and Sakura had been invaded in their haven by Tomoyo and Eriol. He had smiled apologetically to them while Tomoyo had gone into a frenzy motion and quietly explained to him that the few hours that had passed were the only ones he had been able to hold her at his place.
Syaoran and Sakura had barely started to shovel the snow in the driveway, laughing at the little figurines she kept drawing at the ground easily distracted. It was then that he had found out that she had spent most of her winters playing with the snow with her brother while growing up. It had been yet another facet of her it had revealed.
The four of them had spent a wonderful hour in camaraderie and a carefree atmosphere. The two girls had gone inside close to midday to do something for lunch while the both of them made sure Eriol’s car could move from what they had cleared up of the snow.
Syaoran had no clue as to what both Tomoyo and Sakura had talked while alone, only finding Sakura in a deep blush and stammering slightly to their interruption. Tomoyo simply winked in their direction and dragged Sakura to her bedroom.
Syaoran grinned as he took the package on the backseat of the car and walked to the front door. He was very careful not to slip. He had cleared up all of the snow on the walkway to the door but you had to be careful of patches of ice that froze at the low temperatures.
Juggling the different bags he had in his hands, Syaoran rang the bell, inspecting himself one last time before he heard the lock click. Sakura opened the outer door as well with a bright and welcoming smile. The chilly breeze was soon forgotten by him as warmth radiated from the home.
“Let me help you,” Sakura reached for one of the bags in his hands. Syaoran panicked a bit and shifted them to give her the one that had less weight and didn’t have his actual contribution to the night meal.
“Those are the clothes you let me borrow this morning,” Syaoran placed his other bag on one of the counters of the kitchen before turning to her. Sakura held it with her arms crossed against her chest.
“And those?” Sakura asked as she slowly approached him.
Syaoran rubbed his hand against his head sheepishly, a light tint of emotion filling his cheeks as he reached inside of the bag and gave her a set of roses. They were all different colors, making a rainbow of emotions. “You haven’t exactly told me what your favorite flower is so I went with roses since they’re always good. I figured out I couldn‘t go wrong with roses.”
“They’re lovely,” Sakura cradled the bouquet in her hands while the bag she had been holding was placed forgotten on the floor. Her fingers traced the lace that was woven in between the stems and finished in a ribbon. Sakura walked to him, placing a peck over the corner of Syaoran’s mouth before rummaging through her china cabinets for the vase she usually had out to decorate the table.
She placed them at the center of the table, making sure that the places she had set hadn’t been disturbed. Still, she looked to the bag on the corner of her eye, suspecting that there was more inside. But, she wasn’t going to push for it. She was sure he would reveal it when he intended to.
“So, what do you have planned?” Syaoran asked as he inhaled the aroma of cooked meat and vegetables in the air. Sakura smiled before opening the oven door and taking out the leg of lamb she had just prepared. It took her less than a minute to place everything on the table.
Syaoran’s mouth salivated as he saw the steamed sweet potatoes and green beans that were placed around the impressive leg of lamb. It looked positively divine. “I can’t believe you had the time to do this,” Syaoran took a deep breath of the food, his eyes never leaving the impressive meal.
“Six hours were enough to get everything ready,” Sakura winked at him before sitting on one of the chairs while he followed suit on the one to her right. “I can multitask.”
“That’s a great skill,” Syaoran traced a length of her jaw with his thumb as Sakura revealed the other parts of her meal. “I didn’t have time to make dessert, so I bought fruit and made a salad with them.”
The bowl that held them was chilled. Chunks of pineapple, papaya, bananas and strawberries sprinkled with sugar and a glazed dip to the side of the forks. Sakura had also used a bit of wine to give it a tang taste and a zing that would drive any man crazy with delight.
“This is a banquet,” Syaoran pointed out as Sakura started to serve some of the food on her plate. He volunteered to cut the meat, steam coming from between the carves announcing the state of the cooking process.
“This is delicious,” Syaoran tried very hard into not making a fool of himself as he practically ate everything in his plate in wolfing motions.
“It’s always good to know that your efforts are recognized,” Sakura supplied as she started to eat with gusto. She felt happy at knowing that he had liked her endeavors in the kitchen. It really did seem that the best way to have a man’s gratitude is to please him through his stomach.
Time flew by as they laughed, drank and ate the meal. Before they knew it, a whole hour had gone by in which they had guffawed at each other’s antics, sent heated glances, grasped hands while sometimes feeding each other and having a marvelous time. They were replete in just that while. They spent much time after just talking and listening to whatever stroke their fancy.
It was a wonderful feeling to talk to someone that listened to you and only you with no distractions. It didn’t matter if the subject had any relevance on anything, just as long as they communicated with their eyes and knowing smiles.
“I think we can have dessert now,” Syaoran grinned as he stood away from the table and rummaged through the package he had left over the counter some hours before. He took the box out and opened it. “Tomoyo gave me the name of a place that sold great chocolate cheesecakes. I remembered that you said you loved chocolate,” he diverted his eyes as he took small plates from the table and proceeded to get the pieces into them.
“So,” Sakura said lightheartedly. “She told you about the chocolate cheesecake but not what my favorite flowers were?” Syaoran could tell from her tone that she was joking.
He couldn’t help himself from replying in the same manner. “Well, she said that I would have enough leverage with the chocolate and she had revealed enough of the secrets. She couldn’t help me seduce you so easily since I had to do something for myself.”
“So, you were planning on seducing me?” Sakura’s voice had gone low and husky. She had her arms crossed over her middle as she leaned forward to the table and Syaoran. He had gone immediately red at her words. He was almost like a tomato as he stammered and tried unsuccessfully to coordinate words to form speech.
What had mostly affected him was the look in her eyes. They had grown hooded and pliant, shinning with the low light of the overhead fixture. Syaoran was sure she wouldn’t have minded if that had been his true goal with this. It was somewhat blatantly shown in her eyes as her gaze connected with his.
Syaoran felt his blood boiling and his senses heightening, sharpening while she looked at him with that glazed look in her eyes. Syaoran brought over the cake from inside of the box and served two small plates. He placed one before Sakura while he took a bite out of his own.
Sakura groaned as she took the first bite. It was chocolate bliss. It didn’t matter to her that she might gain five pounds by just inhaling the beautiful confection as long as she could absorb the tantalizing smell. Syaoran could not take his eyes off her as she devoured the piece bit by bit. Each one brought a greater sense of satisfaction to her eyes while her throat made funny noises of delight.
It was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen in his life. His own piece lay forgotten on his plate as his spoon stayed positioned over it by his numb fingers. His throat felt dry and hoarse. His insides were on fire.
Sakura’s tongue darted out to completely envelop the spoon in her hand and take every speck of the chocolate confection that had remained there.
Syaoran was very glad that he was seated or he would have keeled over. It was almost too much. Sakura reached for a second piece of the cheesecake and soon devoured it with the same gusto. It was sensual delight on her face. Syaoran knew that he was very close to loosing it. He didn’t know why but a very graphic picture came into his mind of himself and Sakura while her parted lips took the same methodological approach to a part of his anatomy. Maybe it was because he was a guy and he couldn’t help himself from imagining it.
Syaoran felt in a daze as he only observed her. Everything else lay forgotten as Sakura looked at him with a brilliant smile on her face. “I told you I was a serious chocoholic,” a feline smile spread over her features as she drank her water glass clean.
Syaoran followed suite, hoping that it would help douse the fire that was inside of him and dangerously spreading. He didn’t think it was going to do any good. At least he was calmed enough to not be overly obvious of the arousal that had been plaguing him.
This was not the time to think of such things for him. There would be other occurrences when it would be much better to exhibit such things in her presence. It was too soon.
Sakura couldn’t believe she had just done all of that while they seated side by side comfortably on the sofa while watching a television program Eriol had recommended. She was never too forward with the members of the opposite sex. She had always been aware of her surroundings while in the presence of others. But something with Syaoran truly unhinged her inhibitions. It seemed like her impulsive nature the afternoon was right and not just a lapse in judgment.
But how, she pondered as time slipped by and their bodies settled down. Before she knew it, Syaoran turned down the volume of the television and let silence roam the room. It felt good to have his hands running through her hair, lightly massaging her skull.
It was a simple gesture that gave her strength and nerve. She really didn’t want the night to end like this. It would feel hollow and incomplete to let it just slip away. He would be leaving the next day for god knew how long. She was sure he would come back. The way he smiled told her he would come back as long as it was necessary to keep in touch with her.
“Syaoran,” Sakura muttered into his shirt as she moved away from his embrace. They had somehow ended pressed against each other as the minutes had ticked by. It was a compulsion for them.
“Yeah?” he looked into her face and the determination that was present.
Sakura merely kissed him. She ran her hands all over his body, pressing against his clothing while seeking the warmth that called to them. She wasn’t too sure of how to proceed, but she knew how she wanted it to end.
They gasped, breathing ragged as Sakura pushed away the jacket from his arms and letting it settle over the armrest of the sofa. Syaoran got caught in the moment, his own hands grasping the curves of her body as he felt her move away.
Syaoran stayed seated, dazed as Sakura took his hands and pulled him off of the couch. “Come,” she said firmly, no wavering in her voice as she brought his body close to hers for another deep sated kiss and leading him. Every thought in his brain disappeared as the feel of her body pressed against his communicated her wish.
It was something he was wanting as well. All rationality went through the window as she only mattered and what she made him feel.
Sakura turned off the lights as she led Syaoran through the walkways to her room. His hand rested at her back, over her backbone, tracing the bones back and forth, lightly. He was a fountain of nerves inside though.
She smiled at him before opening the door to the farthest room on the corner, her hand leading him in. The room was shrouded in darkness. Sakura reached for his tie, undoing it and draping it over one of the dressers that were between the door and the bed.
Neither knew exactly what to expect.
“I,” Syaoran tried to open his mouth to say something but this syllable was the only thing he could manage at the moment. He really had no idea how they had gotten to this stage.
It seemed surreal to be inside of Sakura’s bedroom while she looked at him with desire in her eyes. His brain couldn’t process the fact that he was actually in there while his heart speed to velocities before unknown to him.
“Syaoran,” she said his name, her arms widespread, and her eyes staring intently into his own. He got lost inside those eyes. Those green emerald eyes that stripped him of thought.
Everything was right. It was the right place at the right time. That’s how it felt to him at that moment. He struggled to control himself while he placed his hand over her cheekbones and lightly stroke the soft skin. She was so soft and warm.
He wanted to loose himself in her white, creamy skin. That was the only thought that occupied his mind. It was enough. His hands grasped her face, framing the jaw before he dipped slowly to her and kissed her.
Their lips linked, the soft texture grasping for the feel opposite. Syaoran’s teeth lightly nipped her lower lip, her mouth opening lightly as Sakura felt a slow burn form inside of her navel. She was getting aroused and the only contact she had with him were through his lips.
She grasped the lapels of his shirt, walking backwards into the bed while her other hand spread over his lower chest and undid a button from his dress shirt. She slipped it inside, coming in contact for the first time with the skin that covered his middle section. She felt a light brush of hair around his bellybutton, soft and strong to her touch.
“Sakura,” Syaoran whispered to her ear while his hands came to rest against her buttocks. He brought her to him, her lower section coming against his. They both hissed in response as his growing erection came against her core.
Sakura could feel her eyes rolling inside of her closing eyelids. They were hooded and tired from holding the gaze of the world when her body only wanted to feel what was happening around it. Sakura motioned for him to walk with her to the side where she turned off the light to the room. Darkness filled the room, a protest emerging from his lips.
Sakura smirked as Syaoran breathed heavy against her ear while she reached down and turned on the lamp. A lot of light wasn’t needed for them to fully drink their responses to the touch.
A cascade of soft light littered the room as Sakura pressed her lips over his neck, trailing kisses to his collarbone. She pushed his shirt away, the buttons undone, as her kisses went lower and lower to his belly.
Syaoran’s vision was out. The feel of moisture coming from her lips settling over his skin was undoing his control little by little. He tried to get his mind around the thought that he wasn’t dreaming. He was actually being undressed by Sakura, her hands roaming his back. Her fingers were branding his skin in every touch that they connected.
“Sakura,” her name left his lips before he turned her, falling into the bed. Syaoran used his feet which hung over the edge to take off his shoes. They fell hard against the hardwood floor while Sakura used her own hands to take off her own.
Syaoran looked up to her hanging face as she simply observed him. She was so beautiful. Her cheeks were flushed as a very bright and inviting smile was clearly present.
Sakura lowered herself to him, shivering as his arms loosened around her waist and one of his hands came to rest to the top of her neck. His fingers moved back and forth over the same place, making the small hairs stand on end.
There could be nothing but anticipation from them both as he slowly pulled down the zipper at the back of her dress. His broad hands came inside of the material, the rough fingertips marking each tracing pattern they could think of.
Sakura’s own hands were at either side of his shoulders, keeping her body upright and not sprawled over him as it longed to be. Sakura moved her shoulders, the straps falling over the ridge, and the top of her body coming uncovered as they rested against her elbows. Her hands as leverage, she took one off at a time.
Syaoran’s eyes were glued to the black bra that caressed and encased her breasts. There was a bit of lace at the top of it, before you could clearly observe the white mound round. Using the same technique as before, she got the straps down, a silent smile waiting for him to take the next step.
She felt him struggle against the bedding, his arms snaking each way until the shirt was completely off of his body. It fell unceremoniously over one of her shoes by the bed before he moved over to the middle of the bed.
Both of his hands came to the clasp while she didn’t take her off him. It was undone and the material off in just a few seconds. They were now evenly undressed.
Syaoran maneuvered her to the side while climbing further into the bed and placing himself at the top. Sakura’s arms snaked around his neck, pulling him to herself as Syaoran settled himself completely against her. He brushed his lips against the corner of her mouth before taking a full attack on her lips. Sakura opened her mouth invitingly, moaning in delight as his tongue prodded for entrance which was clearly granted.
As their mouths occupied themselves over the taste of each other, their hands roamed the naked parts of their bodies that had been uncovered. Syaoran yelped in surprise when one of her feet pressed against his calf and moved upwards, raking in the leg of the pant with it.
“Those are cold,” their kiss was broken as Syaoran tried to regain the temperature of his body her feet were clearly taking away. Sakura merely giggled before bringing her hands from his chest to his hips. They circled from the back to the front, her fingers tracing a line from his tailbone to the buckle of his pants.
It was undone before Syaoran realized what was happening. She unbuttoned it and undid the zipper as his hand settled with one of her breasts. The mound settled against his fingers as his palm encased it. The nipple rasped against his palm, tight and warm as he moved his hand over it.
Sakura wrangled down the pants and the pair of boxers as well. It was just enough to get him out of the clothes while they stayed bunched against his buttock. Sakura looked down, watching intently as Syaoran took the other breast into his mouth and proceeded to give it his complete attention.
A puddle of sensations concentrated inside of her, close to the apex of her thighs. Sakura ground her legs apart as the sensation gained strength and started to consume her. There was an ache in between her legs that called and called for any type of relief.
But then, there was only one type of relief it could actually achieve in the end.
“Syaoran,” the name echoed inside of her mind as his hand wandered from her bare breast to her stomach. His fingers traced five different lines from her ribcage to where her dress still covered her. They traced over the elastic of her underwear as Sakura rose her hip and slipped the dress off of her body.
It took a bit of maneuvering from both as they clearly tried to get themselves disengaged from the articles of clothing that were in the way. The dress got caught beneath Syaoran as he managed to get his pants off and thrown off of the bed.
Syaoran sucked in his breath as he felt her naked thigh against his own as she pulled him back over her. Being naked against the covers of the bed had made her recall that it was winter and the chilly atmosphere had attacked her skin.
It was enough to have him over her, sharing in his own warmth while awakening the blood raging inside of her veins. Sakura felt so warm at that moment.
“Sakura,” he said her name again before nipping her ear and moving against her. Somehow they rolled to the side, bringing her on top once again as they kissed. Syaoran’s hands came to her waist, gripping almost painfully and grinding her against his erection.
“Oh god,” Sakura could only let that slip before her heart stopped beating for a second and she lost all sense of sound and sight. She looked down at him, her hands coming around his neck as she came closer and closer to him.
Their warm breaths joined as their faces came closer and closer. Sakura lost herself inside of his brown eyes which seemed so dark that they seemed black. They raged with power as they unflinchingly stared back.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” he gave voice to the thoughts that have been plaguing him since she had taken his hand and had led him to her room.
Sakura couldn’t believe it herself. There was something about him that had pulled at her and brought her to a stage she had never been before. It didn’t matter that she only knew him from a day. It didn’t matter that he was leaving on the next day. Nothing mattered except the way her body reaction to his touch, his voice, his scent.
It had been too powerful a pull for her to say no. It would somehow work out in the end; nothing else could happen but that. She was almost afraid to say that she could be in love. But in love in such a short amount of time? Was that even possible?
“Sakura,” he said her name, one of his hands caressing her cheek and trying to regain her attention. Her eyes had clouded for a bit for some time.
“I don’t know why,” Sakura said to him as she rested her forehead against his own. Their eyes were close together, and noses touching on the sides as she placed her lips over cheekbone. “But I can’t hold back. If I don’t do this, everything would cease to make sense.”
Syaoran simply stared back as Sakura wiggled her backside and pressed her panties fully against his hard length. Syaoran was almost done for right then and there as one of her hands came to his chest and circled one of his hard nipples. The tips of hers’ brushed against his collarbone as she moved.
There was no coherence to the movements from them, but it was all that was needed for the fire to be rekindled and the desire to come back unabashed.
“Sakura,” Syaoran called to her, his hands encasing her wandering ones and shifting the positions once again. He was once again on top and in control. Sakura’s hands were encased inside his own at the side of her head. He wasn’t exactly constricting her, just not letting her take an initiative in the touch department.
“I wasn’t exactly planning for this to happen,” he said apologetically to her. He grimaced as the blood continued to rush to his erection and the anticipation continued building as her body continued to have contact with his. “It wasn’t like I was thinking we would end up in your room tonight on your bed while I was preparing for our date.”
He blushed, not from exertion or desire, but of embarrassment. Sakura didn’t know when she had noticed the difference, but it was plain to see.
“I don’t have any protection with me,” he explained completely as she hadn’t caught on what he had tried to say before. “It’s not like I actually have such great confidence on myself to think that I’ll have intimate relations with someone that I’ve met or otherwise.” He didn’t have any luck on any at all when it came to this.
Syaoran knew he wasn’t bad looking and he really knew that he didn’t repulse the opposite gender. Still, when it came to dealing with them and such things, Syaoran was never quite accomplished with it. He hadn’t broken out of very nervous feelings with girls or women for that matter now to be confident.
And here he was. Naked. On a bed of a beautiful woman that had managed to break each of his habitual thoughts. She was wonderful, perfect, and everything he could ever want. He didn’t know how it was that he had come this far while the fact of not having any condoms slipped his mind. And then there were too many factors to think about to try to continue on without it.
Sakura slipped her hands away from his soft restrain and settled them around his neck. She brought him down quite forcefully for a kiss. It ignited their feelings once again, the respite almost forgotten as it took its course.
“I don’t want to seem like a cheap or easy gal but I bought a couple of condoms this afternoon while purchasing the items for dinner,” she confessed while her eyes adverted to the walls, easily avoiding his gaze.
Syaoran felt stricken dumb as he completely digested the words. It was a bigger surprise from anything he would have expected her to say at that moment. She was avoiding his eyes though, so he truly couldn’t gauge what she wanted as the reaction. Using one of his hands, he slowly turned her face to him. He sucked in his breath at the watery moisture that filled her eyes.
“Why?” it was the only thing that he could ask at the moment. He also knew that her answer could very well establish what was to be of this very quick and confusing relationship.
“Because I wanted you,” it was that simple to her. And the truth. It all boiled down to the fact that she wanted him and him alone.
"Isn't that enough?" she asked softly as her hands came to his erection and grasped it. Syaoran sucked in his breath as her rubbed his whole length and circled the tip. His legs were about to give out on him as desire filled him.
"I think I'm falling for you," she whispered to his ears as with her other free hand, Sakura reached for a small drawer on the side of the bed and brought out a couple of packets. She kissed him again and again, their tongues fighting and conquering to outdo the other.
"I'm sure one of these will work," Sakura brought one of his hands from her breasts to them. "I really didn't know what to expect so they're all different brands and sizes, and things." Her voice got lower with each word she uttered. Sakura didn't know why but she felt something.
Still, it didn't detract from Syaoran and his actions. Sakura only stared as he broke the packet. She had never seen it done before. The pressure of his body was gone for a few seconds before it returned. His hands were pressing against her opening, probing and searching.
Sakura felt the pulse building bit by bit, her nether lips absorbing his fingers. They were gone, the head of his erection at the opening.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Syaoran asked. There was nothing to do but wait.
"Yes," she said firmly back, one of her hands around his neck while the other came to rest on his tailbone. "I want you."
Syaoran drove himself into her. He froze momentarily as the sensations took over him. She was tight and wet, like a wrapped glove around him. He could feel her muscles moving around him, caressing him. He was also stunned by the fact that he had encountered a barrier. A barrier he had just broken.
Sakura's expression was unreadable for a moment. She winced a bit as she stayed perfectly still beneath him. She took a ragged breath before calming slowly. "You were..."
"Please move," Sakura locked gazes with Syaoran. She tilted her pelvis upward and down, moving herself. It was a bit awkward but it was enough to wake Syaoran from his daze.
He felt as if he could explode any second. He ground himself against her deeply. Sakura sucked in her breath as sensations exploded within her. Her heart rate accelerated, overruling every other sound around her. All she could hear was herself and Syaoran's own groans.
Sakura pulled him to her, embracing him completely while he buried his head against her neck. He sucked and licked the salty skin as his thrusts increased their tempo. He felt taught and hard and ready. Sakura searched for his mouth, clinging to a kiss as she felt herself clinching. Her head tilted, her lips parting as her eyes dazed. Her nails dug into Syaoran's back as she contorted and writhed as the release overtook her.
Syaoran thrust a final time, her muscles moving around him and bringing him over the edge. Syaoran groaned her name, falling over her as he spent himself inside of her.
There they lay cradling each other as they regained their breaths and sanity. "Why did you?" Syaoran stopped, not knowing how to ask the question.
"I wanted to," Sakura felt him move around and come back to take her in his arms. Sakura moved with him, her hands grasping for the covers and pulling them over them to keep them warm as the night progressed. They settled in as slumber claimed them.
Sakura's eyes focused on him one last time before she fell into sleep completely. He had that boyish, innocent look back in his face. Her last coherent thoughts were about how his features just made her smile.
Syaoran's eyes opened for the second day in a row on a strange room. A warm breath fell over his collarbone. The figure beside him moved to lay on her other side, settling her butt against his groin. It was a very intimate position that startled him awake completely. His hands came to her neck, caressing the soft skin and toying with the baby hair that was at her nape.
Sakura shivered, moving away from the touch while her eyes fluttered open. She felt tired and sleepy, but awakened. She pressed his hand to her lips, kissing its fingers and distracting Syaoran from his ministrations. She turned again to him, both of them just silently observing one another. Sakura was the first to smile as she burrowed her head in the crook of his neck, brushing the tip of her nose into it and inhaling his scent.
“Come home with me today,” Syaoran whispered to her as the light outside started to brighten, announcing the start of the early hours of the morning. Dawn was approaching while they both lay still on the bed, their bodies spooned to the warmth they radiated from each other and the covers pulled up around them.
Sakura looked up at him startled. Out of anything she would have expected him to say at that moment, it hadn’t been this. She had never thought he would have asked her this. She was elated, happy, her mind was singing a heavenly chorus as his words echoed inside again and again.
Sakura kissed him. Full, heavy and deep with the churning emotions inside of her she kissed him. Her hands came around his neck while he pulled into his embrace, answering with the same strength. She lay her head against his chest with their breaths heavy, her hands playing lightly with the spray of hair that spread to his navel.
“I’m sorry,” she said apologetically. “I can’t just pick up and go. I have classes and a job that I can’t leave behind even for a week. Not when it's this unexpected.”
“I know,” he said after a few minutes of silence. “I just felt that if I didn’t ask I would drown in a pool of dark matter that wouldn’t let me surface. I had to try.”
“It doesn’t mean that I don’t want to go with you. I don't want you to go,” she explained, her ear pressed against his beating heart. “I won’t mind seeing you again Syaoran. I’d like to see you again.”
“That’s good,” Syaoran grinned as he traced her vertebrae from beneath the covers, eliciting slight shivers from her as her own wandering hands came perilously close to his growing arousal. It had never been like this. He had never felt this way before.
"Let us just steal a bit of the morning hours. I want to imprint your essence in myself before you have to go," Sakura pressed kisses on his chest, marveling at the texture of his skin beneath her lips. Her nose inhaled a particular scent she had noticed the night before that came from him. It was an aphrodisiac for her.
"I'm afraid to say this because it seems implausible Sakura," Syaoran muttered onto her neck as he placed her beneath him, pressing all of his body and it's hard contours against her soft curves. "But," Syaoran looked into her luminous eyes. The green of her eyes shinning bright as she moaned against his touch. "I love you."
He reached for the contraceptive and before she could open her eyes, Sakura felt him slipping inside once again. It was full and hard. She felt stretched and finally filled. It was finally complete. There was nothing else she needed in the world where her body resided since Syaoran was the other half that made her whole.
They savored the moment. Their hands caressed and prompted while their lips came together again and again. They stayed still, savoring the feel of the intimacy as he thrust to the hilt. Syaoran moved slowly, delicately inside of her.
She was precious and beautiful as he stared deep into her eyes and moved within her. Sakura never broke the eye contact as she tilted her spine to join him. She gasped and writhed uncontrollably as the sensation accumulated within her.
She could feel the world slipping away. The only thing that existed was Syaoran and herself. It wasn't long before she felt it. With a final hard thrust, they were over the cliff and flying inside each other's arms to the feeling.
They lay spent with their arms enlaced and their faces close. Sweat lay glistening over their skin as their foreheads remained locked and touching. "It's just enough," they murmured to each other before settling for a sleep of exhaustion as the world outside awakened and the sun started to rise.
They had both woken to the shrilling phone on Sakura's home. Syaoran was on the side of the bed that was closer to it so he grabbed it out of habit and answered it.
"Yes?" Syaoran asked groggily was he pressed one of his hands hard against his face. He blinked, noticing the illumination that came from the closed blinds at the windows.
"Sorry, wrong number," a sharp, male voice replied and the busy signal beeped over and over. Syaoran shrugged it off, turning to the side to watch Sakura open her eyes slowly.
"Who was that?" she yawned into her hand as she rubbed her temple against his arm. She placed a kiss on his shoulder before straightening herself and moving over him to the side. She groaned as she realized it was around eight in the morning and it was time to get up. She grabbed the phone from Syaoran's hands to place it on its stand when it rang again.
Syaoran finally let it go after receiving a kiss. Sakura rolled her eyes as she sent him to the bathroom so he could get ready before her.
"Took you long enough," the gruff greeting on the phone had Sakura wincing. She had forgotten that Touya liked to call at the weirdest times and days just to catch her off guard.
"Shut up," she made a big show of yawning for the phone so he could listen to it. Sakura shivered as the linen fell from her, prompting her to clasp it around herself. It was also kind of eerie to be talking on the phone with your brother while naked. At least this way she felt someone clothed.
"Weird thing. I could have swore I dialed the number right a minute ago but some guy picked up the phone. Must have keyed in a wrong number without realizing it," Touya snickered from his side. "Like any guy would be caught dead at your place."
Sakura bit her lip, shaking her head trying to keep herself from falling into hysterics. She didn't know whether to laugh or really be grateful that Touya hadn't realized what had happened. She easily switched the conversation to their usual banter and hanging up minutes later.
Syaoran came from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. "The bathroom is all yours," he made a big show of bowing while Sakura hanged onto the linen and walked past him. "It's not like I didn't see it last night," he lightheartedly winked as she stuck out her tongue and closed the door firmly in his face.
Syaoran couldn't describe how he truly felt while he picked up his discarded clothes and moved to get ready. He could only call it happiness. How much had changed in just a day for him? He had been blindsided by Sakura and what she made him feel.
Still, he felt naked against this feeling, recalling what he had said a few hours before when the dawn was soon approaching at the early hours of the night. Love. He didn't know if it was true, but it certainly felt wonderful. It was as if leading the blind to the path, and he gladly followed his angel who smiled and cleared his soul.
He would be back soon. He was returning home but leaving something behind. "Come on," Sakura grabbed his hand, both fully clothed to start the day. Other opportunities would soon arrive to repeat the experience. They might have to wait awhile, but at least they knew that the blind search for each other had led them to love.
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Ok, this chapter was a bit different from anything I've ever written before because I did it in stages. I first wrote the first love scene and then started the beginnings which lead me to the end. And then I filled in the events in the middle. This was definitely a different experience for me and one I think I don't want to repeat any time soon.
Yes, there will be a fourth part which will probably be the last.
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MS
Ok, this has definitely turned into more than what I had originally planned. This part of the story actually takes part on the same day as chapter two; I just really couldn’t string it all together since it has a very different outcome. So it is actually chapter two as well but I needed to break it into two different chapters.
Also, I posted this on ffnet and completely forgot about other places like mediaminer and for that I apologize. I'm posting the whole thing here so that I won't feel like an ass for leaving it like this. Sorry to you guys.
Disclaimer: I do now own any of the card captor Sakura characters… everything else is mine.
Leading the Blind
Chapter 3 : Joining
Syaoran opened the door to the car, took a deep breath and got himself out. He shivered slightly, not much for the cold but of the unexpected. He hadn’t really believed that he could be back here again. It was close to eight o’clock and the sun had disappeared two hours before. This could be counted as the third date for them if he started thinking about it.
Three different dates in a 24 hour period. Now that was a record for him. Especially since it was all with the same woman. He just couldn’t get enough of her presence. That’s the only way he could rationalize spending close to a whole day with Sakura alone.
Just a few hours before Syaoran and Sakura had been invaded in their haven by Tomoyo and Eriol. He had smiled apologetically to them while Tomoyo had gone into a frenzy motion and quietly explained to him that the few hours that had passed were the only ones he had been able to hold her at his place.
Syaoran and Sakura had barely started to shovel the snow in the driveway, laughing at the little figurines she kept drawing at the ground easily distracted. It was then that he had found out that she had spent most of her winters playing with the snow with her brother while growing up. It had been yet another facet of her it had revealed.
The four of them had spent a wonderful hour in camaraderie and a carefree atmosphere. The two girls had gone inside close to midday to do something for lunch while the both of them made sure Eriol’s car could move from what they had cleared up of the snow.
Syaoran had no clue as to what both Tomoyo and Sakura had talked while alone, only finding Sakura in a deep blush and stammering slightly to their interruption. Tomoyo simply winked in their direction and dragged Sakura to her bedroom.
Syaoran grinned as he took the package on the backseat of the car and walked to the front door. He was very careful not to slip. He had cleared up all of the snow on the walkway to the door but you had to be careful of patches of ice that froze at the low temperatures.
Juggling the different bags he had in his hands, Syaoran rang the bell, inspecting himself one last time before he heard the lock click. Sakura opened the outer door as well with a bright and welcoming smile. The chilly breeze was soon forgotten by him as warmth radiated from the home.
“Let me help you,” Sakura reached for one of the bags in his hands. Syaoran panicked a bit and shifted them to give her the one that had less weight and didn’t have his actual contribution to the night meal.
“Those are the clothes you let me borrow this morning,” Syaoran placed his other bag on one of the counters of the kitchen before turning to her. Sakura held it with her arms crossed against her chest.
“And those?” Sakura asked as she slowly approached him.
Syaoran rubbed his hand against his head sheepishly, a light tint of emotion filling his cheeks as he reached inside of the bag and gave her a set of roses. They were all different colors, making a rainbow of emotions. “You haven’t exactly told me what your favorite flower is so I went with roses since they’re always good. I figured out I couldn‘t go wrong with roses.”
“They’re lovely,” Sakura cradled the bouquet in her hands while the bag she had been holding was placed forgotten on the floor. Her fingers traced the lace that was woven in between the stems and finished in a ribbon. Sakura walked to him, placing a peck over the corner of Syaoran’s mouth before rummaging through her china cabinets for the vase she usually had out to decorate the table.
She placed them at the center of the table, making sure that the places she had set hadn’t been disturbed. Still, she looked to the bag on the corner of her eye, suspecting that there was more inside. But, she wasn’t going to push for it. She was sure he would reveal it when he intended to.
“So, what do you have planned?” Syaoran asked as he inhaled the aroma of cooked meat and vegetables in the air. Sakura smiled before opening the oven door and taking out the leg of lamb she had just prepared. It took her less than a minute to place everything on the table.
Syaoran’s mouth salivated as he saw the steamed sweet potatoes and green beans that were placed around the impressive leg of lamb. It looked positively divine. “I can’t believe you had the time to do this,” Syaoran took a deep breath of the food, his eyes never leaving the impressive meal.
“Six hours were enough to get everything ready,” Sakura winked at him before sitting on one of the chairs while he followed suit on the one to her right. “I can multitask.”
“That’s a great skill,” Syaoran traced a length of her jaw with his thumb as Sakura revealed the other parts of her meal. “I didn’t have time to make dessert, so I bought fruit and made a salad with them.”
The bowl that held them was chilled. Chunks of pineapple, papaya, bananas and strawberries sprinkled with sugar and a glazed dip to the side of the forks. Sakura had also used a bit of wine to give it a tang taste and a zing that would drive any man crazy with delight.
“This is a banquet,” Syaoran pointed out as Sakura started to serve some of the food on her plate. He volunteered to cut the meat, steam coming from between the carves announcing the state of the cooking process.
“This is delicious,” Syaoran tried very hard into not making a fool of himself as he practically ate everything in his plate in wolfing motions.
“It’s always good to know that your efforts are recognized,” Sakura supplied as she started to eat with gusto. She felt happy at knowing that he had liked her endeavors in the kitchen. It really did seem that the best way to have a man’s gratitude is to please him through his stomach.
Time flew by as they laughed, drank and ate the meal. Before they knew it, a whole hour had gone by in which they had guffawed at each other’s antics, sent heated glances, grasped hands while sometimes feeding each other and having a marvelous time. They were replete in just that while. They spent much time after just talking and listening to whatever stroke their fancy.
It was a wonderful feeling to talk to someone that listened to you and only you with no distractions. It didn’t matter if the subject had any relevance on anything, just as long as they communicated with their eyes and knowing smiles.
“I think we can have dessert now,” Syaoran grinned as he stood away from the table and rummaged through the package he had left over the counter some hours before. He took the box out and opened it. “Tomoyo gave me the name of a place that sold great chocolate cheesecakes. I remembered that you said you loved chocolate,” he diverted his eyes as he took small plates from the table and proceeded to get the pieces into them.
“So,” Sakura said lightheartedly. “She told you about the chocolate cheesecake but not what my favorite flowers were?” Syaoran could tell from her tone that she was joking.
He couldn’t help himself from replying in the same manner. “Well, she said that I would have enough leverage with the chocolate and she had revealed enough of the secrets. She couldn’t help me seduce you so easily since I had to do something for myself.”
“So, you were planning on seducing me?” Sakura’s voice had gone low and husky. She had her arms crossed over her middle as she leaned forward to the table and Syaoran. He had gone immediately red at her words. He was almost like a tomato as he stammered and tried unsuccessfully to coordinate words to form speech.
What had mostly affected him was the look in her eyes. They had grown hooded and pliant, shinning with the low light of the overhead fixture. Syaoran was sure she wouldn’t have minded if that had been his true goal with this. It was somewhat blatantly shown in her eyes as her gaze connected with his.
Syaoran felt his blood boiling and his senses heightening, sharpening while she looked at him with that glazed look in her eyes. Syaoran brought over the cake from inside of the box and served two small plates. He placed one before Sakura while he took a bite out of his own.
Sakura groaned as she took the first bite. It was chocolate bliss. It didn’t matter to her that she might gain five pounds by just inhaling the beautiful confection as long as she could absorb the tantalizing smell. Syaoran could not take his eyes off her as she devoured the piece bit by bit. Each one brought a greater sense of satisfaction to her eyes while her throat made funny noises of delight.
It was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen in his life. His own piece lay forgotten on his plate as his spoon stayed positioned over it by his numb fingers. His throat felt dry and hoarse. His insides were on fire.
Sakura’s tongue darted out to completely envelop the spoon in her hand and take every speck of the chocolate confection that had remained there.
Syaoran was very glad that he was seated or he would have keeled over. It was almost too much. Sakura reached for a second piece of the cheesecake and soon devoured it with the same gusto. It was sensual delight on her face. Syaoran knew that he was very close to loosing it. He didn’t know why but a very graphic picture came into his mind of himself and Sakura while her parted lips took the same methodological approach to a part of his anatomy. Maybe it was because he was a guy and he couldn’t help himself from imagining it.
Syaoran felt in a daze as he only observed her. Everything else lay forgotten as Sakura looked at him with a brilliant smile on her face. “I told you I was a serious chocoholic,” a feline smile spread over her features as she drank her water glass clean.
Syaoran followed suite, hoping that it would help douse the fire that was inside of him and dangerously spreading. He didn’t think it was going to do any good. At least he was calmed enough to not be overly obvious of the arousal that had been plaguing him.
This was not the time to think of such things for him. There would be other occurrences when it would be much better to exhibit such things in her presence. It was too soon.
Sakura couldn’t believe she had just done all of that while they seated side by side comfortably on the sofa while watching a television program Eriol had recommended. She was never too forward with the members of the opposite sex. She had always been aware of her surroundings while in the presence of others. But something with Syaoran truly unhinged her inhibitions. It seemed like her impulsive nature the afternoon was right and not just a lapse in judgment.
But how, she pondered as time slipped by and their bodies settled down. Before she knew it, Syaoran turned down the volume of the television and let silence roam the room. It felt good to have his hands running through her hair, lightly massaging her skull.
It was a simple gesture that gave her strength and nerve. She really didn’t want the night to end like this. It would feel hollow and incomplete to let it just slip away. He would be leaving the next day for god knew how long. She was sure he would come back. The way he smiled told her he would come back as long as it was necessary to keep in touch with her.
“Syaoran,” Sakura muttered into his shirt as she moved away from his embrace. They had somehow ended pressed against each other as the minutes had ticked by. It was a compulsion for them.
“Yeah?” he looked into her face and the determination that was present.
Sakura merely kissed him. She ran her hands all over his body, pressing against his clothing while seeking the warmth that called to them. She wasn’t too sure of how to proceed, but she knew how she wanted it to end.
They gasped, breathing ragged as Sakura pushed away the jacket from his arms and letting it settle over the armrest of the sofa. Syaoran got caught in the moment, his own hands grasping the curves of her body as he felt her move away.
Syaoran stayed seated, dazed as Sakura took his hands and pulled him off of the couch. “Come,” she said firmly, no wavering in her voice as she brought his body close to hers for another deep sated kiss and leading him. Every thought in his brain disappeared as the feel of her body pressed against his communicated her wish.
It was something he was wanting as well. All rationality went through the window as she only mattered and what she made him feel.
Sakura turned off the lights as she led Syaoran through the walkways to her room. His hand rested at her back, over her backbone, tracing the bones back and forth, lightly. He was a fountain of nerves inside though.
She smiled at him before opening the door to the farthest room on the corner, her hand leading him in. The room was shrouded in darkness. Sakura reached for his tie, undoing it and draping it over one of the dressers that were between the door and the bed.
Neither knew exactly what to expect.
“I,” Syaoran tried to open his mouth to say something but this syllable was the only thing he could manage at the moment. He really had no idea how they had gotten to this stage.
It seemed surreal to be inside of Sakura’s bedroom while she looked at him with desire in her eyes. His brain couldn’t process the fact that he was actually in there while his heart speed to velocities before unknown to him.
“Syaoran,” she said his name, her arms widespread, and her eyes staring intently into his own. He got lost inside those eyes. Those green emerald eyes that stripped him of thought.
Everything was right. It was the right place at the right time. That’s how it felt to him at that moment. He struggled to control himself while he placed his hand over her cheekbones and lightly stroke the soft skin. She was so soft and warm.
He wanted to loose himself in her white, creamy skin. That was the only thought that occupied his mind. It was enough. His hands grasped her face, framing the jaw before he dipped slowly to her and kissed her.
Their lips linked, the soft texture grasping for the feel opposite. Syaoran’s teeth lightly nipped her lower lip, her mouth opening lightly as Sakura felt a slow burn form inside of her navel. She was getting aroused and the only contact she had with him were through his lips.
She grasped the lapels of his shirt, walking backwards into the bed while her other hand spread over his lower chest and undid a button from his dress shirt. She slipped it inside, coming in contact for the first time with the skin that covered his middle section. She felt a light brush of hair around his bellybutton, soft and strong to her touch.
“Sakura,” Syaoran whispered to her ear while his hands came to rest against her buttocks. He brought her to him, her lower section coming against his. They both hissed in response as his growing erection came against her core.
Sakura could feel her eyes rolling inside of her closing eyelids. They were hooded and tired from holding the gaze of the world when her body only wanted to feel what was happening around it. Sakura motioned for him to walk with her to the side where she turned off the light to the room. Darkness filled the room, a protest emerging from his lips.
Sakura smirked as Syaoran breathed heavy against her ear while she reached down and turned on the lamp. A lot of light wasn’t needed for them to fully drink their responses to the touch.
A cascade of soft light littered the room as Sakura pressed her lips over his neck, trailing kisses to his collarbone. She pushed his shirt away, the buttons undone, as her kisses went lower and lower to his belly.
Syaoran’s vision was out. The feel of moisture coming from her lips settling over his skin was undoing his control little by little. He tried to get his mind around the thought that he wasn’t dreaming. He was actually being undressed by Sakura, her hands roaming his back. Her fingers were branding his skin in every touch that they connected.
“Sakura,” her name left his lips before he turned her, falling into the bed. Syaoran used his feet which hung over the edge to take off his shoes. They fell hard against the hardwood floor while Sakura used her own hands to take off her own.
Syaoran looked up to her hanging face as she simply observed him. She was so beautiful. Her cheeks were flushed as a very bright and inviting smile was clearly present.
Sakura lowered herself to him, shivering as his arms loosened around her waist and one of his hands came to rest to the top of her neck. His fingers moved back and forth over the same place, making the small hairs stand on end.
There could be nothing but anticipation from them both as he slowly pulled down the zipper at the back of her dress. His broad hands came inside of the material, the rough fingertips marking each tracing pattern they could think of.
Sakura’s own hands were at either side of his shoulders, keeping her body upright and not sprawled over him as it longed to be. Sakura moved her shoulders, the straps falling over the ridge, and the top of her body coming uncovered as they rested against her elbows. Her hands as leverage, she took one off at a time.
Syaoran’s eyes were glued to the black bra that caressed and encased her breasts. There was a bit of lace at the top of it, before you could clearly observe the white mound round. Using the same technique as before, she got the straps down, a silent smile waiting for him to take the next step.
She felt him struggle against the bedding, his arms snaking each way until the shirt was completely off of his body. It fell unceremoniously over one of her shoes by the bed before he moved over to the middle of the bed.
Both of his hands came to the clasp while she didn’t take her off him. It was undone and the material off in just a few seconds. They were now evenly undressed.
Syaoran maneuvered her to the side while climbing further into the bed and placing himself at the top. Sakura’s arms snaked around his neck, pulling him to herself as Syaoran settled himself completely against her. He brushed his lips against the corner of her mouth before taking a full attack on her lips. Sakura opened her mouth invitingly, moaning in delight as his tongue prodded for entrance which was clearly granted.
As their mouths occupied themselves over the taste of each other, their hands roamed the naked parts of their bodies that had been uncovered. Syaoran yelped in surprise when one of her feet pressed against his calf and moved upwards, raking in the leg of the pant with it.
“Those are cold,” their kiss was broken as Syaoran tried to regain the temperature of his body her feet were clearly taking away. Sakura merely giggled before bringing her hands from his chest to his hips. They circled from the back to the front, her fingers tracing a line from his tailbone to the buckle of his pants.
It was undone before Syaoran realized what was happening. She unbuttoned it and undid the zipper as his hand settled with one of her breasts. The mound settled against his fingers as his palm encased it. The nipple rasped against his palm, tight and warm as he moved his hand over it.
Sakura wrangled down the pants and the pair of boxers as well. It was just enough to get him out of the clothes while they stayed bunched against his buttock. Sakura looked down, watching intently as Syaoran took the other breast into his mouth and proceeded to give it his complete attention.
A puddle of sensations concentrated inside of her, close to the apex of her thighs. Sakura ground her legs apart as the sensation gained strength and started to consume her. There was an ache in between her legs that called and called for any type of relief.
But then, there was only one type of relief it could actually achieve in the end.
“Syaoran,” the name echoed inside of her mind as his hand wandered from her bare breast to her stomach. His fingers traced five different lines from her ribcage to where her dress still covered her. They traced over the elastic of her underwear as Sakura rose her hip and slipped the dress off of her body.
It took a bit of maneuvering from both as they clearly tried to get themselves disengaged from the articles of clothing that were in the way. The dress got caught beneath Syaoran as he managed to get his pants off and thrown off of the bed.
Syaoran sucked in his breath as he felt her naked thigh against his own as she pulled him back over her. Being naked against the covers of the bed had made her recall that it was winter and the chilly atmosphere had attacked her skin.
It was enough to have him over her, sharing in his own warmth while awakening the blood raging inside of her veins. Sakura felt so warm at that moment.
“Sakura,” he said her name again before nipping her ear and moving against her. Somehow they rolled to the side, bringing her on top once again as they kissed. Syaoran’s hands came to her waist, gripping almost painfully and grinding her against his erection.
“Oh god,” Sakura could only let that slip before her heart stopped beating for a second and she lost all sense of sound and sight. She looked down at him, her hands coming around his neck as she came closer and closer to him.
Their warm breaths joined as their faces came closer and closer. Sakura lost herself inside of his brown eyes which seemed so dark that they seemed black. They raged with power as they unflinchingly stared back.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” he gave voice to the thoughts that have been plaguing him since she had taken his hand and had led him to her room.
Sakura couldn’t believe it herself. There was something about him that had pulled at her and brought her to a stage she had never been before. It didn’t matter that she only knew him from a day. It didn’t matter that he was leaving on the next day. Nothing mattered except the way her body reaction to his touch, his voice, his scent.
It had been too powerful a pull for her to say no. It would somehow work out in the end; nothing else could happen but that. She was almost afraid to say that she could be in love. But in love in such a short amount of time? Was that even possible?
“Sakura,” he said her name, one of his hands caressing her cheek and trying to regain her attention. Her eyes had clouded for a bit for some time.
“I don’t know why,” Sakura said to him as she rested her forehead against his own. Their eyes were close together, and noses touching on the sides as she placed her lips over cheekbone. “But I can’t hold back. If I don’t do this, everything would cease to make sense.”
Syaoran simply stared back as Sakura wiggled her backside and pressed her panties fully against his hard length. Syaoran was almost done for right then and there as one of her hands came to his chest and circled one of his hard nipples. The tips of hers’ brushed against his collarbone as she moved.
There was no coherence to the movements from them, but it was all that was needed for the fire to be rekindled and the desire to come back unabashed.
“Sakura,” Syaoran called to her, his hands encasing her wandering ones and shifting the positions once again. He was once again on top and in control. Sakura’s hands were encased inside his own at the side of her head. He wasn’t exactly constricting her, just not letting her take an initiative in the touch department.
“I wasn’t exactly planning for this to happen,” he said apologetically to her. He grimaced as the blood continued to rush to his erection and the anticipation continued building as her body continued to have contact with his. “It wasn’t like I was thinking we would end up in your room tonight on your bed while I was preparing for our date.”
He blushed, not from exertion or desire, but of embarrassment. Sakura didn’t know when she had noticed the difference, but it was plain to see.
“I don’t have any protection with me,” he explained completely as she hadn’t caught on what he had tried to say before. “It’s not like I actually have such great confidence on myself to think that I’ll have intimate relations with someone that I’ve met or otherwise.” He didn’t have any luck on any at all when it came to this.
Syaoran knew he wasn’t bad looking and he really knew that he didn’t repulse the opposite gender. Still, when it came to dealing with them and such things, Syaoran was never quite accomplished with it. He hadn’t broken out of very nervous feelings with girls or women for that matter now to be confident.
And here he was. Naked. On a bed of a beautiful woman that had managed to break each of his habitual thoughts. She was wonderful, perfect, and everything he could ever want. He didn’t know how it was that he had come this far while the fact of not having any condoms slipped his mind. And then there were too many factors to think about to try to continue on without it.
Sakura slipped her hands away from his soft restrain and settled them around his neck. She brought him down quite forcefully for a kiss. It ignited their feelings once again, the respite almost forgotten as it took its course.
“I don’t want to seem like a cheap or easy gal but I bought a couple of condoms this afternoon while purchasing the items for dinner,” she confessed while her eyes adverted to the walls, easily avoiding his gaze.
Syaoran felt stricken dumb as he completely digested the words. It was a bigger surprise from anything he would have expected her to say at that moment. She was avoiding his eyes though, so he truly couldn’t gauge what she wanted as the reaction. Using one of his hands, he slowly turned her face to him. He sucked in his breath at the watery moisture that filled her eyes.
“Why?” it was the only thing that he could ask at the moment. He also knew that her answer could very well establish what was to be of this very quick and confusing relationship.
“Because I wanted you,” it was that simple to her. And the truth. It all boiled down to the fact that she wanted him and him alone.
"Isn't that enough?" she asked softly as her hands came to his erection and grasped it. Syaoran sucked in his breath as her rubbed his whole length and circled the tip. His legs were about to give out on him as desire filled him.
"I think I'm falling for you," she whispered to his ears as with her other free hand, Sakura reached for a small drawer on the side of the bed and brought out a couple of packets. She kissed him again and again, their tongues fighting and conquering to outdo the other.
"I'm sure one of these will work," Sakura brought one of his hands from her breasts to them. "I really didn't know what to expect so they're all different brands and sizes, and things." Her voice got lower with each word she uttered. Sakura didn't know why but she felt something.
Still, it didn't detract from Syaoran and his actions. Sakura only stared as he broke the packet. She had never seen it done before. The pressure of his body was gone for a few seconds before it returned. His hands were pressing against her opening, probing and searching.
Sakura felt the pulse building bit by bit, her nether lips absorbing his fingers. They were gone, the head of his erection at the opening.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Syaoran asked. There was nothing to do but wait.
"Yes," she said firmly back, one of her hands around his neck while the other came to rest on his tailbone. "I want you."
Syaoran drove himself into her. He froze momentarily as the sensations took over him. She was tight and wet, like a wrapped glove around him. He could feel her muscles moving around him, caressing him. He was also stunned by the fact that he had encountered a barrier. A barrier he had just broken.
Sakura's expression was unreadable for a moment. She winced a bit as she stayed perfectly still beneath him. She took a ragged breath before calming slowly. "You were..."
"Please move," Sakura locked gazes with Syaoran. She tilted her pelvis upward and down, moving herself. It was a bit awkward but it was enough to wake Syaoran from his daze.
He felt as if he could explode any second. He ground himself against her deeply. Sakura sucked in her breath as sensations exploded within her. Her heart rate accelerated, overruling every other sound around her. All she could hear was herself and Syaoran's own groans.
Sakura pulled him to her, embracing him completely while he buried his head against her neck. He sucked and licked the salty skin as his thrusts increased their tempo. He felt taught and hard and ready. Sakura searched for his mouth, clinging to a kiss as she felt herself clinching. Her head tilted, her lips parting as her eyes dazed. Her nails dug into Syaoran's back as she contorted and writhed as the release overtook her.
Syaoran thrust a final time, her muscles moving around him and bringing him over the edge. Syaoran groaned her name, falling over her as he spent himself inside of her.
There they lay cradling each other as they regained their breaths and sanity. "Why did you?" Syaoran stopped, not knowing how to ask the question.
"I wanted to," Sakura felt him move around and come back to take her in his arms. Sakura moved with him, her hands grasping for the covers and pulling them over them to keep them warm as the night progressed. They settled in as slumber claimed them.
Sakura's eyes focused on him one last time before she fell into sleep completely. He had that boyish, innocent look back in his face. Her last coherent thoughts were about how his features just made her smile.
Syaoran's eyes opened for the second day in a row on a strange room. A warm breath fell over his collarbone. The figure beside him moved to lay on her other side, settling her butt against his groin. It was a very intimate position that startled him awake completely. His hands came to her neck, caressing the soft skin and toying with the baby hair that was at her nape.
Sakura shivered, moving away from the touch while her eyes fluttered open. She felt tired and sleepy, but awakened. She pressed his hand to her lips, kissing its fingers and distracting Syaoran from his ministrations. She turned again to him, both of them just silently observing one another. Sakura was the first to smile as she burrowed her head in the crook of his neck, brushing the tip of her nose into it and inhaling his scent.
“Come home with me today,” Syaoran whispered to her as the light outside started to brighten, announcing the start of the early hours of the morning. Dawn was approaching while they both lay still on the bed, their bodies spooned to the warmth they radiated from each other and the covers pulled up around them.
Sakura looked up at him startled. Out of anything she would have expected him to say at that moment, it hadn’t been this. She had never thought he would have asked her this. She was elated, happy, her mind was singing a heavenly chorus as his words echoed inside again and again.
Sakura kissed him. Full, heavy and deep with the churning emotions inside of her she kissed him. Her hands came around his neck while he pulled into his embrace, answering with the same strength. She lay her head against his chest with their breaths heavy, her hands playing lightly with the spray of hair that spread to his navel.
“I’m sorry,” she said apologetically. “I can’t just pick up and go. I have classes and a job that I can’t leave behind even for a week. Not when it's this unexpected.”
“I know,” he said after a few minutes of silence. “I just felt that if I didn’t ask I would drown in a pool of dark matter that wouldn’t let me surface. I had to try.”
“It doesn’t mean that I don’t want to go with you. I don't want you to go,” she explained, her ear pressed against his beating heart. “I won’t mind seeing you again Syaoran. I’d like to see you again.”
“That’s good,” Syaoran grinned as he traced her vertebrae from beneath the covers, eliciting slight shivers from her as her own wandering hands came perilously close to his growing arousal. It had never been like this. He had never felt this way before.
"Let us just steal a bit of the morning hours. I want to imprint your essence in myself before you have to go," Sakura pressed kisses on his chest, marveling at the texture of his skin beneath her lips. Her nose inhaled a particular scent she had noticed the night before that came from him. It was an aphrodisiac for her.
"I'm afraid to say this because it seems implausible Sakura," Syaoran muttered onto her neck as he placed her beneath him, pressing all of his body and it's hard contours against her soft curves. "But," Syaoran looked into her luminous eyes. The green of her eyes shinning bright as she moaned against his touch. "I love you."
He reached for the contraceptive and before she could open her eyes, Sakura felt him slipping inside once again. It was full and hard. She felt stretched and finally filled. It was finally complete. There was nothing else she needed in the world where her body resided since Syaoran was the other half that made her whole.
They savored the moment. Their hands caressed and prompted while their lips came together again and again. They stayed still, savoring the feel of the intimacy as he thrust to the hilt. Syaoran moved slowly, delicately inside of her.
She was precious and beautiful as he stared deep into her eyes and moved within her. Sakura never broke the eye contact as she tilted her spine to join him. She gasped and writhed uncontrollably as the sensation accumulated within her.
She could feel the world slipping away. The only thing that existed was Syaoran and herself. It wasn't long before she felt it. With a final hard thrust, they were over the cliff and flying inside each other's arms to the feeling.
They lay spent with their arms enlaced and their faces close. Sweat lay glistening over their skin as their foreheads remained locked and touching. "It's just enough," they murmured to each other before settling for a sleep of exhaustion as the world outside awakened and the sun started to rise.
They had both woken to the shrilling phone on Sakura's home. Syaoran was on the side of the bed that was closer to it so he grabbed it out of habit and answered it.
"Yes?" Syaoran asked groggily was he pressed one of his hands hard against his face. He blinked, noticing the illumination that came from the closed blinds at the windows.
"Sorry, wrong number," a sharp, male voice replied and the busy signal beeped over and over. Syaoran shrugged it off, turning to the side to watch Sakura open her eyes slowly.
"Who was that?" she yawned into her hand as she rubbed her temple against his arm. She placed a kiss on his shoulder before straightening herself and moving over him to the side. She groaned as she realized it was around eight in the morning and it was time to get up. She grabbed the phone from Syaoran's hands to place it on its stand when it rang again.
Syaoran finally let it go after receiving a kiss. Sakura rolled her eyes as she sent him to the bathroom so he could get ready before her.
"Took you long enough," the gruff greeting on the phone had Sakura wincing. She had forgotten that Touya liked to call at the weirdest times and days just to catch her off guard.
"Shut up," she made a big show of yawning for the phone so he could listen to it. Sakura shivered as the linen fell from her, prompting her to clasp it around herself. It was also kind of eerie to be talking on the phone with your brother while naked. At least this way she felt someone clothed.
"Weird thing. I could have swore I dialed the number right a minute ago but some guy picked up the phone. Must have keyed in a wrong number without realizing it," Touya snickered from his side. "Like any guy would be caught dead at your place."
Sakura bit her lip, shaking her head trying to keep herself from falling into hysterics. She didn't know whether to laugh or really be grateful that Touya hadn't realized what had happened. She easily switched the conversation to their usual banter and hanging up minutes later.
Syaoran came from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. "The bathroom is all yours," he made a big show of bowing while Sakura hanged onto the linen and walked past him. "It's not like I didn't see it last night," he lightheartedly winked as she stuck out her tongue and closed the door firmly in his face.
Syaoran couldn't describe how he truly felt while he picked up his discarded clothes and moved to get ready. He could only call it happiness. How much had changed in just a day for him? He had been blindsided by Sakura and what she made him feel.
Still, he felt naked against this feeling, recalling what he had said a few hours before when the dawn was soon approaching at the early hours of the night. Love. He didn't know if it was true, but it certainly felt wonderful. It was as if leading the blind to the path, and he gladly followed his angel who smiled and cleared his soul.
He would be back soon. He was returning home but leaving something behind. "Come on," Sakura grabbed his hand, both fully clothed to start the day. Other opportunities would soon arrive to repeat the experience. They might have to wait awhile, but at least they knew that the blind search for each other had led them to love.
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Ok, this chapter was a bit different from anything I've ever written before because I did it in stages. I first wrote the first love scene and then started the beginnings which lead me to the end. And then I filled in the events in the middle. This was definitely a different experience for me and one I think I don't want to repeat any time soon.
Yes, there will be a fourth part which will probably be the last.
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