Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Long 9 Months ❯ Happy 18th Birthday ( Chapter 2 )

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

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Here comes Eriol, and his big and mischievous mouth. Thank you for reading...

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







Long 9 Months
Chapter 2 : Happy 18th Birthday!!


Syaoran and Sakura knocked on Tomoyo's door. They heard a fidgeting noise while some snickers and whispers came closer to the door.

"This isn't another 'surprise' is it?" Syaoran asked his girlfriend, stressing the word.

"OF course not silly," she slapped away his hand as it came to her side to muss her hair. "Your birthday is tomorrow." She took his hand in hers and winked as the door opened. "Plus, you said you didn't want another affair like last year."

"You're finally here," Tomoyo stood by the doorframe, her hand at her hips as her eyes narrowed at the couple. "I was about to give up on you guys."

"No way," Sakura kissed her friend on the cheek, her eyes wandering over the shadows behind her to find Eriol smirking at the new arrivals.

"We thought you might have gotten lost in Syaoran's house. Possibly in one of the bedrooms with those huge beds." He winked at the couple as he pulled Tomoyo with him as they all walked into the huge ballroom.

All of their friends greeted the new arrivals as Sakura placed the food they had brought over the table. Each arrival had brought something toward the gathering. There was nothing special altogether. She had just omitted the fact that they were all waiting for midnight as to celebrate Syaoran's birthday.

Eriol had come up with the plan in the end. He had missed last year's bash, and new very well that Syaoran would not stand for another celebratory party if he could avoid it. There were many things in store for his best friend this night.

"Why are you smiling?" Syaoran asked his friend as Eriol brought him a bottle of beer, while he took a swig of his own.

"Nothing in particular," Eriol handed him the bottle, both walking towards the group. "I'm just glad to be able to relax after all those finals. This year's test were so long and hard."

"Yeah, but at least school is over for the summer." They both sat on the sofa, letting the buzz of the different conversations blend with the background music.

"So, what really made you guys so late," Eriol asked as Tomoyo sat on the armrest of the sofa recalling his attention. She was engrossed with one of her friends in the topic of their conversation, her hand cradling his own when it wandered to her butt.

"Well," Syaoran cleared his throat. "I had a bit of an accident in the bathroom."

"What kind of accident?" Eriol prodded on as he saw the flush that caressed his friend's face. Syaoran could be 18 years old in a few hours; heck, he could be 40, and he would still flush at any little thing that could allude to his reactions to his girlfriend. The guy had been truly gone deep since the first time they had exchanged words.

"Did you decide to take your birthday present one day early," Eriol nudged him as Syaoran took a sip of his drink. He nearly sprayed the liquid to the table before them.

"No," Eriol shook his head as he grasped a sandwich from Tomoyo while she took one for herself. "I'm sure Sakura just surprised you at an inopportune time of your shower."

"Eriol, stop it," Tomoyo turned from her conversation to him. "You're embarrassing him."

"I'm his best friend love," he nuzzled her neck before giving her a playful pinch on her waist. "It's my job to annoy, embarrass and wrangle the truth from him. No one else will take the job."

"I'm your best friend and I don't try to make you uncomfortable every single second while in your company," Syaoran's eyes narrowed as he finally responded to Eriol's persistent stare.

"Well, you should," with that he shifted the subject the different projects they had planned for the summer. Making plans and laughing at reminisced memories that were brought up from the past hi-jinks that they had survived through. Tomoyo left their side as she went to walk the room to see how the little gathering was going.

In a corner she found Sakura in a very heated discussion with a new addition to their group. Chavela had transferred to their school from another city. It had been with barely 3 weeks left in the school year, in their class. The teacher had assigned their group to help her catch up to the curriculum so that she would be prepared for the coming exams.

She had joined their study sessions and it had all progressed from there.

She was dark-haired, with dark brown eyes. She was taller that most of the others, closing to five feet and eleven inches. She'd become popular with all the sport teams when they had seen her in action at their P.E. classes. She wore her hair down, a pair of glasses resting on the crown of her hair.

"Are we nearing a cat fight?" Tomoyo broke into their conversation, seeing that they were both smiling at the intrusion.

"No," Chavela flicked her long hair over her shoulder as she placed intertwined her arms with theirs and led them toward the kitchen. "We're just having a friendly discussion."

"I think you guys get too heated when you discuss your stance on a subject," Tomoyo opened the fridge door, the cake coming into view, the candles already positioned around Syaoran's name.

"We just know where we stand," Sakura went to the cabinets and started pulling in streamers and sprinkles with other of the birthday confections.

"Your boyfriend is devious," Chavela took some of them as they were going to distribute them to the others. Eriol was to keep Syaoran occupied while everyone took their places around the room. Then, the surprise guests would take the cake when the lights would go off at midnight, and walk through the door with the candles lit. "I certainly wouldn't want him as an enemy."

"Yes," Tomoyo reflected on Eriol's taste of games to play with his friends. He was one of the most intelligent people that they knew. And that sordid sense of humor that he possessed sometimes alienated those that didn't know him so well.

"He means well in the end," Sakura sighted as she recalled most of the pranks that had befallen her when both Eriol and Syaoran had transferred. They had first thought that he was trying to get her attention because he was interested in her. In the end they just realized that he just wanted to make Syaoran mad enough so that he would intervene and in turn get the chance to ask her out.

Everything had gone according to plan, giving Syaoran the chance to talk to her in the end. He got to know her and her friends better, forming their present group and going through the steps to advance to their current relationship. It was sometimes scary to realize how far out Eriol thought out his plans. "He always has the desired outcome of what he's planning to happen."

"And that scares me for some reason," Tomoyo shivered slightly as they watched the hands of the clock get closer to midnight. "At least he concentrates on others. Its good to be the girlfriend of the evil genius, mischief maker."

"That must be a relief for you," Chavela's mind raced to the new revelations. It was too sweet to pass up. She had a mischievous streak of her own, and getting the best of Eriol might prove to be the most entertaining thing she had ever done in a while. Everyone else would also appreciate it. She just had to devise the perfect plan.

"Come on," Sakura and Tomoyo walked to the doorway as they talked to Chavela. "You can go get the surprise guests from their imposed prison room. I'll start from the right side of the room and Sakura will start from the left."

"Alright," Sakura and Tomoyo stepped into the room, each going their separate ways as they started distributing the packets amongst their friends.

They met in the middle of the room, where Syaoran was surrounded by Eriol and their cronies. They were laughing and making wild observations with their hands as they talked over one another to be heard. It was the perfect picture of male bonding, if there ever was one.

The girls joined to group to disperse them a bit, letting them know that it was almost time for the show to begin.

"Where have you been Sakura?" Syaoran pulled her to his side, his hand snaking over her waist. "I've barely seen you for the last few hours."

"I've been talking with Chavela." He instantly groaned. He knew that they didn't see eye to eye on most things, and that made for interesting conversations with the pair.

"Well," he let her take a drink from his bottle. "You're not leaving my side for the rest of the night."

"You can't tell me you missed me when you're surrounded by your friends." She scoffed at his pronouncement, while Tomoyo rolled her eyes as she slipped the last of her strings into Eriol's hands behind his back.

"Terribly," Syaoran's eyes sparkled as she placed a light kiss on his lips at his comment. It seemed that a bit of the alcohol that he had consumed had loosened him up a bit.

"Get a room," Eriol called out as they continued to place light kisses on the corners of their mouths.

"We already did," Syaoran retorted, his attention still engrossed on his girlfriend's lips.

"I told ya I'd get him to fess up." Eriol laughed in victory as Sakura placed her hands around Syaoran's neck and proceeded to kiss him while the whole room watched, the clocks ticking in the background.

"Damn," Tomoyo swore under her breath, a smile still hovering over her mouth. "What do I owe you?"

"I'll claim my prize later," Eriol winked as his eyebrows moved in a suggestive manner. He whispered something in her ear, which colored Tomoyo's fair features. "Much later."

"Sure," Tomoyo said in response to his whispers. "Only if you're not drunk and falling all over yourself."

The room was flooded into total darkness as the lights were turned off. The door from the kitchen opened, a reflection of a few figures emerging, the lights from the lit candles walking to Syaoran's side on the clear path that they had been given.

Syaoran noticed the silence that had suddenly overtaken the room. His eyes adjusted to the darkness as Sakura pulled away from his embrace.

"Surprise!" Everyone shouted as pops exploded all around the room and strings flew into the air. The lights came on, revealing Syaoran's mother holding the cake while his four sisters flanked her with bottles of cider and champagne. Cups were being distributed around the room as they approached.

"Happy birthday son," she brought the cake to his side, the eighteen candles glowing over the sugary confection. Sakura and Eriol took the sides of the cake as Syaoran's mother pulled her son into a hug and felicitated him once again.

"Now, make a wish little brother," his sisters' smiled as the room waited with bated breath for his reaction.

Syaoran looked to the party hats that everyone was wearing, as well as the strings hanging from their hands and at their laughing expressions. "You all planned this." Eriol chuckled as he stood beside his friend.

"Happy birthday man," he pushed his friend forward. "Now make a wish so that we can eat this delicious confection and the real party to get under way."

Syaoran laughed and promptly complied. Everyone cheered when all the candles burned off from his breath. Many of the guys took the bottles from his sisters' hands and opened them, their corks flying to the opposite sides of the room, while the sounds echoed throughout the room with the congratulations that were shouted.

He was instantly surrounded by all, the cups filled with cider and champagne making the rounds until everyone had one glass. His mother made a toast, each of his sisters chuckling and ribbing him in the process. With cheers, they all drank from the powerful elixir and the music once again roared throughout the room.

Sakura stood by his side, but he spent most of the time conversing with his sisters catching up on their lives. His mother remained very quiet, but he suspected that she felt really emotional. Her eyes were filled with moisture every time he glanced her way. She just maintained her hand on his forearm, letting that connection seem enough as she brought Sakura into a topic of conversation.

It was a good time had by all. Laughter and happiness filled the air while Syaoran was showered with gifts that were brought from their hiding places. Other drinks circulated the rooms, while the food by the table kept being consumed by the company.

"I'll be back in a few minutes," Syaoran left his family's side to go relieve himself. He'd drank so much throughout the night, that he was sure to burst if he couldn't get into the bathroom in time. He walked out a few minutes later, his hair slightly wet as he tried to bring it to some semblance of control.

He spied Sakura on a corner, and promptly followed her. He took her hand and pulled her into a shadowed corner of the empty corridor.

"You had all of this planned," Syaoran pulled her close, as his hands pulled her closer to his body, his mind wondering if they would be missed if he went AWOL for more than fifteen minutes. He was sure that someone would come looking for him.

"Well, it was Eriol's idea," Sakura kissed the underside of his jaw, feeling it clench when his body went rigid from her wandering hands.

"I gathered as much with his boasting expression when my mother entered with the cake." He walked backwards until he was pressed against the bookshelves of the room they had entered. "It was a nice surprise though."

"I'm glad then," Sakura placed one of her hands on his face, tracing his jaw and placing it around his neck. Her fingers caressed his hair, while they tried to read the emotions that their eyes were reflecting.

His hands brushed against her waist, one of his legs settling in between hers. He leaned downwards toward her face, which tilted just enough so that their mouths would touch.

It didn't take much time for their emotions to overtake them. Moans and groans erupted from their throats as his hands bunched the material of her skirt in his hands. Bit by bit, her thighs were uncovered, his hand exploring every little inch of it.

"Syaoran," his name on her lips was like an aphrodisiac. His blood boiled under his skin, his breathing flaring as she muttered soft endearments at his ears. She pressed her breasts against his chest. The material of their clothing letting her hard nipples bud and scrape against his skin.

A feverish struggle overtook them, Syaoran grasping with his hands, rubbing against the bookshelves as he tried to move them from the current corner to a better place.

"There's a sofa in this room," Sakura told him, their feet dragging against the floor as they took small steps to their destination. They knocked against every piece of furniture in their path. They finally toppled over the back of the arm rest, their grunts at the loss of balance separating them for a few seconds.

"You're insatiable," Sakura felt his growing arousal against her thigh as he shuffled over her figure, trying to find a good position in which to continue his explorations. It amazed it how quickly he was able to harden, even while he lay spent on his bed, his semen still coating his penis.

"You're a temptress," he returned her expression with his own. Sakura's skirt was around her waist, the buttons of her shirt coming undone, revealing the push-up bra that she had chosen for the occasion. Still, for the moment, kissing was enough to feed to embers that had cooled since their arrival.

Their kisses frenzied, their blood boiling as their bodies primed themselves for the inevitable outcome of this exercise. Syaoran's hands itched, settled around her head, his elbows supporting much of his hard upper body, while his erection nestled between her opened legs.

It took them a minute to realize that someone was clearing their throats by the unlocked doorway. Syaoran pulled back as he heard the knocking that reverberated throughout the space.

"What, you couldn't wait a few more hours before jumping her?" Eriol asked as he leaned against the doorframe, while he arched an eyebrow as his arms crossed over his chest. He was the perfect picture of the amused male who didn't have a care in the world.

Syaoran rolled his eyes, pulling away from Sakura's embrace. He scowled at his friend's interruption, sure that it had been completely intentional. If it had been any other time, Eriol would have just closed the door behind him, while devising a way to keep the door locked for hours on end.

"Like you can keep your hands away from Tomoyo," Sakura turned away from his gaze as her comment directed his attention from Syaoran to her. She buttoned her shirt, and straightened her skirt. Wrinkles still filled parts of the material, but some semblance of order was obtained.

"What can I say," Eriol shrugged as he let out a suffering sigh. "I'm a horny bastard."

Sakura merely brushed his comment aside, her eyes rolling at his choice of words as she exited the room. "I'll be sure to tell her that."

Eriol showed his insufferable smile as his eyes followed her retreat from the room. "I'm sure she's already figured that out." He called out from his place, seeing her knuckles flare as her shoulders stiffened. He was sure that a tick was present against her left eye as she continued down the stairs toward the gathering.

"Why did you have to burst in?" Syaoran groaned as he sat and leaned against the sofa. He closed his eyes, his hands covering his face as he imagined the embarrassment that Sakura must be feeling. It was one thing to show a bit of affection while friends were present, but it was another thing entirely when said friend discovered you with your skirt bunched around your waist and your bra uncovered as your boyfriend tried to get you naked.

"It was either going to be me, or one of your sisters," Eriol walked further into the room, settling to the side of his friend, letting his body conform to the shape of the very comfortable seating. "They were ready to come searching for you when I volunteered."

Syaoran shivered, horror clear over his features at the thought of one of his sisters walking in while Sakura was under him. He'd never be able to face any of them again. It would be too much of a mortification to know what she could have seen.

"Exactly," Eriol read his thoughts clearly. He knew how the brain of his friend worked most of the time, so his every move was anticipated. "Anyway, its not like this is the first time I've seen you guys go at it like a pair of rabbits."

"Shut up," Syaoran clearly didn't want to know what his friend was talking about. His fists flexing against his sides, as the thought of Eriol seeing parts of Sakura's body that was only for his own viewing pleasure.

"Don't worry," Eriol placed his feet over a table by the couch, and looked at the ceiling as his hands cradled his head against the couch. "I didn't see more than what is revealed every time she wears one of those little bikinis of hers." He could feel his friend calming down, still a bit furious at the thought, but now able to rationalize most of what he was saying.

They both let silence envelop the room, neither needing to fill the comfortable camaraderie that reflected their longstanding friendship.

"Well," Eriol flexed his hands, his throat dry as he recalled the cold beer he had left in Tomoyo's hand as he'd gone hunting for Syaoran. "I guess you're trying to get all of your pent up desires out in the open for the next months of imposed celibacy." Eriol's eyes twinkled as mischief was clearly sprouting from his faculties.

"What?" Syaoran was pulled from his thoughts, trying to make some sense of what Eriol was saying. "What nonsense are you spouting now." He rubbed his temple, sure that a migraine would soon start.

"What do you mean?" Eriol stood upright in his seat, focusing in his friend.

"What are you talking about?" Syaoran could feel his brain deprived of oxygen as he tried to follow where the conversation was supposedly leading to.

"Sakura's birthday isn't for another nine months."

Syaoran rolled his eyes. Part of him was wondering where the conversation was truly going. "Yes, it's on April."

"Well," Eriol put his explanation face on. His eyes closed as he continued on with the explanation. "Sakura is only 17 years old, where as you are 18 as of today."

"Wow Eriol, nothing gets past you." The sarcasm flowed from his very tone. Syaoran could only hope that this pointless rambling, from his otherwise high-strung friend would actually tie into some relevant meaning.

Eriol merely grunted, his hands waving away the insult as he went on with his thoughts. "That means," his tone elevated, trying to regain control of the conversation. "That Sakura is underage, whereas you are accepted as an adult by our archaic society."

"What does that have to do with my sex life?" Syaoran really just wanted to get to the point. That little spot he rubbed earlier had just sprouted a pain that only made itself known when Eriol was near, and fully intending to bring Syaoran to new heights of exasperation.

"Have you read anything about statutory rape my friend?" Of course, the question was rhetorical. As soon as Syaoran opened his mouth to respond to the asinine question, Eriol followed on refusing his chance to answer. Syaoran merely sighed as he exhaled a breath, a low yes rumbling against his own shirt.

"Any type of sexual contact with a minor, which Sakura is considered as such, will bring the law upon your heads as even a consensual sexual encounter is room for prosecution."

"God you're crazy," Syaoran burst into laughter, feeling the freedom soar throughout his body. It felt good to release such happiness. Syaoran was grateful for Eriol's nonsense. All the wound and pent up arousal he had received from his encounter with his girlfriend was now transformed into mirth.

"You have entered dun territory Syaoran, you shouldn't take this lightly." Eriol's words brought Syaoran's laughter into check. "You are in a relationship with a girl whose brother hates your guts. Nothing would give Touya more pleasure than to have you strung by your balls."

"Well, that might be true, but Touya's mellowed out as time has passed. He's not as anal as he was before, or as overprotective of his sister." Syaoran pointed this out, recalling the recent events in which he had found himself in contact with Sakura's brother. They had been affable to one another, only a tick appearing for a microsecond when Sakura had taken Syaoran's hands in her own while in his presence. "I still think he took his job as an overprotective older brother too far."

"It's what he excels at," Eriol concluded as he continued his previous thoughts. "Anyway," he tried to bring it back to what he had tried to convey before. "You'd be breaking the law my friend," Eriol's smirk was full blown as he let the bomb drop on his very gullible and excitable friend.

Syaoran paled, his mind racing to recall anything that dealt with the issue. He knew that it was true. Sex between a minor and an adult was considered rape under law. He was eighteen years old as of a few hours, and therefore considered and adult. Sakura was seventeen years old, considered a minor under the law. There was a vastness in between those words that his mind could not wrap itself on.

Eriol stood from the seat, his work done for the rest of the year. This was enough torment and misunderstanding that nothing else would be necessary for entertainment in this quarter.

"Your sisters and mother are probably worried about where you are," Eriol noted from the clock by the wall that more than thirty minutes had passed since Sakura had left in a huff.

Syaoran's face revealed an inner torment and turmoil as his mind raced to absorb what it had just been told. "Like I said," Eriol pushed his friend from the seat, leading him towards the door and out of the room. "This is going to be an interesting nine months."

He walked ahead, a low whistle traveling with him. Hands in his pockets, with a lighthearted beat in his own heart. It was going to be so much fun. Still, he was sure that Syaoran would soon catch on, while trying to pay retribution against Eriol.

There was such a thing as statutory rape. But it had many different guidelines, specially dealing with the time and age differences in between the involved. That small omitted information made all the difference in the world when it came to this topic. His mischievous plans now in motion, Eriol concentrated on his own plans for the night. It was nice to not have to worry about such things where he and Tomoyo were concerned. It paid to be well informed, and for your birthdays to be so close together.

Syaoran followed behind him, the lull of voices entering his senses as he approached the room he had vacated. It seemed that someone had rained on his parade as his forced smile came forth as everyone joined him as he entered the room.

It was nine months.

Nine complete months of no sexual release with his girlfriend. There would be no playing games in his bedroom. There would be no surprise showers. There could be no private celebrations when the exams were off. There could be no romantic building of sexual tension as Valentine's day rolled around.

Nine Months. Over 36 weeks. Around 270 days of watching Sakura while his body screamed for release as she teased his control with merely existing. How was he going to explain this to her the next time she sneaked into his bed expecting their now usual response to their closeness.

No sex with Sakura was going to be brutal. His body merely breathed for the sake of staying alive and whole until the next time it could drink from her essence. Okay, so he was a horny bastard as well. Eriol had put it nicely just a few minutes before, fitting the description of every male that they were acquainted with that was at their age.

Syaoran approached the group that consisted of his family. His mother was seated beside Sakura, both talking animatedly about a subject as his sisters conversed with his friends. Eriol sat on a reclining chair by the sofa, Tomoyo resting inside his arms as his hands traveled her uncovered stomach.

Sakura's eyes lit up as he neared their seats. She padded the space next to her, letting him seat in between her and her mother. The conversation continued to flow aimlessly as the hours of the night passed.

Syaoran took her hand in his as he grunted and nodded at the necessary places while the rest of the world continued without him.

The only thing that ran through his mind was the passing of time.

It was going to be a very long time to abstain himself from his lover's touch.

It was going to be a terrifyingly long 9 months.

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I really have no idea where I'm going with this. I have a very vague idea of what I want, and still no transition of how to get there. Expect more lime and adult situations as the story progresses with the return of Meiling in the next chapters, as well as introductions of other characters.

Chapter 3 : Hours of Tranquility

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