Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Long 9 Months ❯ Happy Birthday! ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Syoaran's birth date: July 13th

Sakura's birth date: April 1st

I don't know how cannon it is, but in here Syaoran is older. After turning 18 years old, he realizes that Sakura is currently 17 years old. There could be no making love for nine long months. It was going to be pure torture to not take what was freely given before.

COMPLETELY ALTERNATE UNIVERSE. No clow cards or powers.

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





Long 9 Months
Chapter 1: Happy Birthday!

"Happy birthday Syaoran!" The crowd shouted as strings shot from the air and the room was flooded in light. Syaoran laughed as all of his friends struck different poses.

It seemed as if the whole school had turned up. Everyone rushed toward him as his girlfriend, Sakura, slinked toward the shadows to not be completely overrun with the eager well-wishers.

It was a good thing that they had planned this at Tomoyo's place. The huge mansion had the space so that it wouldn't feel crowded.

The hours trickled by. Others wished him a happy birthday as the party moved toward the huge backyard where the decorations and food stood. He ate a piece of the cake from Sakura's hands after he blew the candles off. He drank the cup of slightly spiked punch that circulated throughout the party. He enjoyed the tales and the carefree atmosphere that brought him in contact with all of his classmates and friends.

"I hate to leave you with the clean up," Syaoran pressed his hand against his temple and ruffled his hair as Sakura and Tomoyo walked with him toward the front door.

"It's not a problem," Tomoyo's eyes were still brilliantly shinning as she gave Sakura a bag full of gifts. "Most of the mess will be cleared tomorrow by everyone in the house."

"Today was your day Syaoran," Sakura admonished him as he took her hand in his as they crossed the door. Tomoyo stood by the doorway and waved as they started down the sidewalk toward his place. "I'll call you later Tomoyo."

"You better," she shouted as they went around the bend and disappeared from view. A slight laughter coming to their ears from her direction.

"What was that all about?" Syaoran asked Sakura he recalled the various times that their long time friend Tomoyo had used that particular laugh before.

"Nothing really," Sakura reassured him as Syaoran took the bag from her hand and placed his free arm around her shoulders, bringing her to his side. "She must still be pretty wired from the party."

"Must be," he shrugged the nagging suspicion and concentrated on the road ahead. It was nearing midnight and the streetlights were flooding the otherwise darkened streets. "It was a wonderful party."

"Yes, you've never had one before with us, have you?" Her question was rhetorical, as they both knew that he had only agreed to this one because she had groveled and told him in no uncertain terms that he was having it at the same time if he wanted to remain alive.

No one said that Syaoran was stupid. He had agreed on the condition that he had nothing to do with it, and that it wasn't to be at his house. He had enough problems trying to keep his mother from shutting his allowance while he lived in a very expensive house, as she continuously told him every time they communicated, without having someone report back that he was having 'wild parties and orgies' as how the story would reach her ears.

He'd spent too much time convincing her to leave him to finish his studies at the public school he had transferred to when she had taken an assignment five years before to this area. It wasn't good policy to have your heir away from the family business and its traditions, according to her and the clan.

He had won in the end, but with many regulations and rules imposed on him. Most of them just grated on his nerves at his age, but he had gotten to spend the time with his friends and a new family.

"What are you thinking about?" Sakura asked as they rounded the corner to his house and walked to the door.

"The only thing that was missing was Eriol." Syaoran chuckled as he could imagine what other things could have changed from the evening if his friend and tormentor had been present.

"Too bad he was away in family matters," Sakura sighted deeply, her head burrowing against his shoulder as she shivered at the cooling breeze that played with the fabric of her dress. "Anything else on your mind?" She asked as she felt him stiffen a bit on the entryway.

"Nothing really," he replied as he led her inside. He placed the gifts on a table by the front door and turned the lights on. "Want something to drink before I take you home?" He walked to the kitchen, wanting a glass of water for himself.

Sakura simply disappeared from sight as he poured himself some water. Syaoran sat by the kitchen table as he waited for her to reappear. She had probably gone to the bathroom or something. She liked to wander around the house for some unknown reason to him.

"Sakura," he called her as the time trickled by and she didn't reappear. He yawned as he glanced at his watch and found the minute hand coming closer toward 1 in the morning as time passed.

"Come here Syaoran," she seemed to be on the second floor of the house, where the bedrooms and full bath was stationed. Maybe she'd had to wash something. Who knew. The thing was that her brother was going to kill him if she wasn't home before 1 AM. He'd made it perfectly clear when he started dating Sakura all those years before, that any transgression would result in a very bad situation for Syaoran's well-being.

Touya was way too overprotective over his sister.

Syaoran climbed the stairs, calling her name, as he tried to pinpoint the exact room in which she had called him from. He opened the door to his room, seeing the light flare from beneath the doorframe to the bathroom that was connected to it.

"I'll be out in a minute," she said from inside. Knowing that she sometimes spent much more time in the bathroom than what she actually needed to, Syaoran sat himself on the edge of his bed, waiting patiently for her to reappear.

"Well, what do you think?" She asked as the door opened and she stepped to his line of vision. "Should I just take it off?"

Syaoran's brain tried to process what had just happened. He had left his well clad girlfriend on his doorway a few minutes before. Now she stood before him in high-heel slippers that matched the confection that she had on.

She was practically naked in front of him.

He knew that if he had been standing, he would have fallen to the floor as his legs felt lost all sensation against the ground and the world. His mouth was opened, where a fly could just sweep in and make a home as he stayed frozen in place. His jaw grew sore as it remained in that position for much longer than it was actually necessary.

In turn Syaoran's fantasies had gone wild. He imagined himself walking forcefully to the vision before him. Stripping the negligee from her body, spread her open with his fingers and drove himself inside of her as she was pushed against the walls of the room.

He could either have dozed off in the kitchen and was imagining all of this, or his girlfriend was actually standing before him with some see-through clothing and the face of someone's whose Christmas wish had come in early. Or maybe that was him. He could feel the slobber hanging over the side of his mouth as he just continued to stare at the vision before him.

"Sakura," his voice was strangled and hoarse. "What are you doing like that?" His hands moved in no particular rhythm as they tried to illustrate what he was presently staring at.

"Don't you like it?" She sounded disappointed to his ears. "Tomoyo told me that this would truly illustrate what I wanted." She swore under her breath as her hands wandered over her body, tracing the material with her fingers as it caressed her exposed skin.

"Tomoyo what?" Syaoran tried to follow her whispered comments, bits and pieces coming to his already over processed mind.

"Nothing," she told him while walking further into the room. She closed the door to the walkway on the way and stopped right before him. She reached forward and let the overcoat of the flimsy material float to the floor.

"I'm your greatest gift Syaoran," she kissed him lightly on the lip, tipping him backwards so she straddled him on the corner of the bed.

"How about you unwrap me," she suggested as her hand went to a ribbon over her right breast, completely uncovering the mound. She saw him react as his eyes dilated and the tick in his jaw growled profusely. His hand inched toward her uncovered breast as his breathing hitched inside his throat.

"What about taking you home," Syaoran tried to grasp his sense of reality as he stilled his hand from actually touching her body. It hovered over the material, knowing that if he touched her, he wouldn't stop himself to taking more from her. She had offered after all.

"I'm not expected home this evening," she whispered to his ear, her breaths brushing his ear. She took it into his mouth and let her tongue play with it as she bit it softly.

"Really," Syaoran's eyes inspected every little nuance of the little outfit that she had on. Counting under his breath all the little ribbons that made the negligee.

"Really," she sat over his navel, her legs on either side of his body. "Now, let us get our own celebration started."

Syaoran felt his own resolutions slip away. His control snapping as she brushed her breast against his hand enticingly. The minx knew what she was doing in the end.

"We've waited enough," she told him as she stood from the bed as her hands pushed his shirt over his head and let it sweep to the uncovered floor where she had discarded the covering of her outfit.

Syaoran took her mouth with his lips. He was hungry for her taste and her response. He grew hard under her response, his body always going through this process whenever they touched.

"I love it when you touch my breasts," she muttered over his ear as he reached for her uncovered mound and settled his trembling hands over the flesh. He'd touched her over her clothing, under her clothing, even when she had taken her top off the last time that they had made out in this house. But this time it was different. He knew that he was going all the way with a person that was very important in his life. And to his future as well.

"I love to touch your breasts," he responded as his lips swept to her nape and lightly sucked on her neck. She moaned against his ear as his lips left a trail of kisses over her collarbone and his fingers pinched and hardened her nipples. "I love to touch your body." He grabbed her ass with both hands, pulling her toward his growing erection as he slipped his shoes from his feet and walked her toward the bed.

He placed her in the middle of the queen sized spread, removing most of the unnecessary pillows that covered it. She unbuckled his pants as he buried his face against her hair and took in her fragrance. She had used a different shampoo and soap while she had bathed the afternoon before joining him.

She knew that the particular scent drove him crazy. It was something she did for special occasions, or when they would spend an afternoon alone with only each other and their urges for company.

She let go of his body as he moved away to take his pants off. He left his boxers on, the evidence of his desire truly visible toward the discerning eye as it tented the material.

His immediate attention went back to her breasts. This time placing his mouth over the hardening nipple and suckling it as her hands tangled with his hair and pushed him deeper against her flesh. He was sure that it was the fact that he had none of his own to speak of, but he was truly obsessed with the silk and soft mounds that accentuated her figure with any clothing that she wore.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured against her breasts as he untied the knot that held to other breast within the material. Her skin was flushed, her heart thundering strong and wild beneath his lips. He kissed the valley between as both hands circled and flicked the nipples, and she shuddered beneath his body.

Her face was turned away for a bit. Sakura could be as forward as any other person in the world, but she also felt the insecurities of a teenaged body. She knew her breasts were too small compared with other girls her age. She knew that her hips weren't as wide as to accentuate the difference between her small waist and her long legs.

She felt like a stick when compared to other girls of her age. Still, Syaoran seemed to only have eyes for her. He was one of the most good looking guys in their school, and the girls of all grades followed him around like lost puppies looking for a home.

She was sure that he had received plenty of offers from the female of their species for many different things. But, she knew that he would never betray his honor and himself by accepting anything from the others that flocked to his side. But she wasn't truly beautiful to herself.

"You're perfect for me," he told her as he used his hand to make her eyes come in contact with his. He kissed her lightly, but with the fervor that relayed his feelings and wants/desires when it came to her. His hand covered her breast, letting his hand cup her breasts completely. "You're the perfect size for me."

She blushed at his blatant stare on her uncovered body. His eyes set ablaze as they returned to her own. Doubts still present in her mind as she knew how it was perceived by the male of her species.

"I know guys like big breasts," she colored as she spoke her thought aloud. He just remained over her, his hands running over her stomach and breasts as he smiled. He was the most gorgeous guy when he smiled.

"I'm not most guys," he responded, his hands taunting her flesh, spreading the warmth to her lower extremities. "I have enough troubles occupying myself with your gorgeous body love. I don't have any desire to think of something extra that I don't need nor desire."

He let his finger trace her cheek to her jaw. He settled his fingertips over her lips, feeling her light kisses at the tips as she took it in while she circled it with her tongue and nipped it with her teeth. "I want you so much."

She reached over with her knees and brought him crashing down toward her. Her legs tangled with his as their hips grinded with one another. His hardening member pressed against her moistening panties.

"Easy," he groaned against her as she arched her hips to his.

She laughed as his breathing stilled. Her hand went to the opening of his boxers and touched him. He pulsated against her hands, each movement making him thrust against it.

"I've been reading a lot lately," she told him as she used her thumb to circle the head of his penis. He stiffened, his muscles rigid as her hand continued to bring the blood flow rapidly descend to his lower body.

"About what?" He managed to say before he grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest from his groin.

"This and that," she didn't elaborate as he slipped downwards and almost ripped the small laces that held the fabric she was wearing come to pieces over the bed. She was completely naked under him, her body daring him to continue on with his explorations.

His own thoughts went to the things he had been told about sex and sexuality by his friends and adults. Trying to reference what he had been told to a breathing body though was a bit difficult.

He went by instinct to what she liked. He knew that they both enjoyed pressure on their arousals as it intensified it. If there was one thing that he could do for her was to relax her body and her entrance for his immediate arrival.

His mind in a clear course, he mapped the way with his hands and mouth. Each place he kissed, he suckled, his tongue tracing every little inch of her chest and abdomen as she tried to keep her body from reacting crazily to his touch.

He let his fingers move into her opening, stretching the skin and entering her. He stretched and caressed the growing moisture inside of her as she arched to his touch and beckoned for more from his body.

His mouth slipped downwards to her navel, where his lips traced the edge of the hair covering her intimate sex. He blew lightly over it, sensing her gasp as his warm breath traveled to her opening.

Sakura's knees stilled, in a reflex closing her legs. Syaoran's hand was trapped in between, his fingers still moving inside her. "What are you doing?" She asked him as his breath came closer to where his hand was presently occupied.

"I'm going to kiss you," he replied, while he used his free hand to coax her legs to open.

"Down there?" She seemed scandalized, and exhilarated at the same time. She'd read a lot about the subject, but she didn't really want him to look at her there. How would he react to something that she hadn't even explored herself. She'd placed her hands in there in multiple situations, but she'd never actually elicited the feelings he was making her fly toward to at the moment. "I don't want you to look at me there."

"Why not?" Syaoran felt her legs relax under his coaxing, but he still felt her concern with the way her hands were bunched beside her body.

"I don't think you'll like it," she told him when he came toward her face and kissed her on the lips. Her hands were wound around his neck, her eyes shut as he continued to coax an answer from her moist lips.

"Of course I will," he smiled as he tried to bring levity to her insecurities. "I like everything about you. I love every little part of your body. I grow hard under your gaze as my brain goes to great lengths to bring your naked body to my overactive imagination so that I'd have something to comfort myself with."

He kissed the side of her neck as he continued to relax her once again. "I'm a guy." He boasted, his eyes dancing merrily over her flushed gaze. "I'll like everything that I can get my grubby, perverted hands on."

A little hiccup came about as she laughed at his words and at his present facial expression. He was her Syaoran after all. He always made her thoughts drift to a different aspect of the situation they were under. "Oh Syaoran, I love you so much."

"I know," he intertwined his hands with hers as she brought her muscles under control, her fears abated for the moment. "What did you think we were going to do when you put that little lace number on in the bathroom?"

"I thought we could just go to the heart of things and get it done as quickly as possible," she blushed as she realized her own ideas as to what could actually happen. "I'm so naive about these things."

"So am I," he agreed as he embraced her and they shifted to their sides. "But we will learn about this together." He promised her as they relaxed in their embrace. Still, a nagging thought pressed into his mind with what she had said. "Did you really think we would just get to it and get it done as quickly as possible?"

"Yes," was her answer as she burrowed deeper in, her hands slithering between their pressed bodies.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He seemed a bit suspicious. His tone full of concern for her expectations and what had brought her to the conclusion that she was ready to take the next step of their relationship. "No one put you up to this, did they?"

"No," she sighted loudly and clear into his neck. "I truly want to do this. It's just going to take me a bit of time to get used to the idea of you looking at places in my body that not even I have actually seen in clarity."

"I don't want you to feel pressured to do this if you're uncomfortable." Syaoran felt his body wind down as the early roller coaster of excitement and desire was winding down deep within him.

"I'm not," she reassured him before pulling from his embrace and straddling him. She placed one of his hands on her naked breast and the other over her hipbone. "I want this as much as you do."

Syaoran waited a bit before letting his hands apply pressure to her body. "As long as you're sure."

"I'm pretty sure." She kissed him, her tongue bringing about his own to the dance tune they had previously danced to. Their bodies fighting to reach the plateau they had just recently vacated.

This time, when he pulled her legs open and his lips settled over her nether lips, she simply gasped. The warm breath from his mouth filling her opening.

"Syaoran," she cried his name as she felt his tongue inside of her. It was lavishing her sex, leaving her feeling ravished and full as she grew damp. Her hands groped for the sheets over the bed, grasping it with all her might as she grew boneless when her body shattered under his caress.

Sakura's breath was shallow and fast. Her heart thundering around her ears as her blood rushed through her body. "That was wonderful," she pulled him to her when she regained her breath.

She placed her hands over his boxers, pulling the fabric down toward his ankles, finally bringing him out to the open. His breath was hoarse against her ears, puffing slightly as her hands circled his erection.

She led him to her opening, positioning him over it while he circled her hand in his own to steady himself. He pushed the tip of it in, having her insides envelop him and stretch as his wide girth stretched the unused pathway.

"Shit," he cursed as he pulled back as a thought just burst through his mind. "I don't have any protection. Damn It!" A guttural groan emerged from his ravaged throat as the rest of his body groaned in protest. A very large part of him just wanted to go on ahead, he had waited enough and suffered enough that he wouldn't be able to contain himself if he needed to wait a bit more.

She shushed him, her hands embracing him. "I've been taking the pill for two months now." She smiled at his incredulous face.

"I told you I had made up my mind about this some time ago." She pressured his butt with her fingers, bringing him down, and letting him sink deeper into her body.

Their moans intermingled as he filled her bit by bit.

Syaoran took her hips in his hands, placed her leg over his waist, and thrust to the tilt. Sakura stiffened as a discomforting pain run through her body. Her inside muscles were also shifting, trying to accommodate the foreign object that was pushing its way through.

"Move," she told him when he remained stilled. He complied. He pulled from her opening, and thrust himself into her again. The soft vibration of his member against her clitoris brought shivers to her awakening body. Moans filled the room as he increased the tempo of his movements.

Sakura shivered and writhed beneath him. The discomfort she felt from his hard member inside of her getting overruled by the desire that filled her body each time he pushed himself again and again.

Her concentration shot, as perception of reality lost its touch when he settle himself on his knees and placed one of her legs over his shoulder. This new position brought his thrusts to a new level of sensitivity to them both.

"Yes!" Her exhilarating shout mixed with their grunts and the mix of their skin coming to contact after each thrust. Her body stiffened, before shattering completely as an orgasm overtook her.

Syaoran felt her muscles clench and writhe around his hard cock. His own contractions brought him forward toward her as he spilled into her.

Their limbs fell to the bed, each one trying to regain their thoughts as brilliant stars were bursting inside of their brains. Syaoran willed his body to move from her, sliding out of her opening, flaccid and spent. A trail of semen with her vagina fluid covering his member and coating her thighs.

He reached blindly for the nightstand where he had some tissues to clean a bit of the mess. He was able to get most of the fluid from his body, and calmly reached over and wiped off most of the blood that was mixed with the spill over Sakura's thighs.

He threw the tissues to the floor as Sakura turned to him, her face still flushed, but her eyes drowsy with the sleep that was calling both of their spent bodies back to a peaceful slumber where they could rest.

"Happy seventeen birthday lover," she said as their bodies burrowed against one another and the covers were thrown over their naked skin. "I wonder how you're going to top this on my next birthday." Sakura let herself drift to sleep as she felt an exhaustion she had never felt before in her life.

Their limbs intertwined, Syaoran chuckled, hoarse laughter filling the otherwise quiet room. "I'll think of something love."

With that, they drifted toward sleep. The light reflected from the window revealing the two lovers who had just awoken their relationship to a new ritual that brought them as close as two people in love could ever be.

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I've finally written the first chapter to this story. I so hope that the next will be easier as it will be almost along the same lines only with other characters finally introduced into the story. It should be fun. Still, writing lemons one after another do bring into mind what variety could be made. I have to say that it is not easy...

Chapter 2 : Happy 18th Birthday!!

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