Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Making a House a Home ❯ Catch You, Catch Me ( Prologue )

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Making a House a Home

Prologue: Catch You, Catch Me

Characters are from Card Captor Sakura created by the fine ladies of CLAMP. They are used without consent nor intent for profit. All rights reserved.

This series is rated for mature audiences. If you are reading this, you should be an adult and act like one.

This series can be viewed as being both manga or anime continuation, as well as neither. While giving a nod to the end of the manga series, nothing contradictory to the anime will be stated. However, as this story is about Sakura and Syaoran's relationship, there will be no direct reference to magic either.

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Sakura walked next to Syaoran as they left junior high school. It had quickly become their normal ritual after his return from Hong Kong. Her trip home now took a slight detour, and she did so holding the boy's hand most of the way. Even though she seemed a bit dazed today, she kept with the routine.

Arriving at their destination was when their daily ritual came to an end. Sometimes she would go in with Syaoran, while other times she would sneak a quick kiss before rushing off home. Today she had no pressing chores to deal with, so she could spend some time with him. Considering that her father wouldn't be coming home until late and that her brother now lived with Yukito, it would be normal for her to have dinner here. However, the reason for her dazed mind left her wondering if staying here would be wise... or exactly what she wanted.

"Aren't you coming in?" Syaoran motioned toward his home. And it was his own house he was pointing at. Not his mother's, not his clan's, but his own despite that he was only a junior high school student. Though he had told her that it was _their_ house. He insisted that once they married, it would belong to her as well.

Sakura had been a little giddy at the thought that this house would be hers. It was a little bigger than her father's home. The fact that it was literally across the street from Yukito and Touya's home made it rather convenient as well. Despite the personal touches she made to the house and the fact that she had spent a few nights here, first to treat Syaoran when he was sick and then having him return the favor after she caught the flu from him, it still didn't feel like it was her home yet. Home to her was still the place she had grown up in just a few blocks away.

Syaoran stepped closer. "Sakura?"

Sakura shook her head clear of her thoughts and blushed a little. "Sorry. Still a bit dazed from that last class."

Syaoran's face turned red as well. "Ah, yeah. It was certainly... interesting."

All of this fidgeting wasn't getting her anywhere. Just because Tomoeda Junior High Private Academy held a rather... descriptive sexual education class didn't mean they were going to 'study' for that class. Sakura grabbed her boyfriend's hand and guided him into his home.

"Did you want any snacks or tea?" Syaoran offered, while dropping his book-bag and changing out of his shoes and slipping into his house slippers.

Sakura jokingly pouted at him, while placing her bag next to his and changing to her own slippers. "You keep saying this is 'our house' yet you still treat me as a guest."

"Old habits die hard." Syaoran laughed a little. "You try growing up in a traditional home where children are to be seen, not heard."

This time Sakura's pout wasn't faked. "It wasn't that bad, was it?"

"At times it was. Being the only son, I had a lot of responsibilities that left little time for other things," Syaoran admitted. He then smiled wryly. "It's part of the reason that I decided I would move here, rather than ask you to come with me. I want our child to know your love, not my family's duties."

"If I keep blushing, I'm afraid I'll burst blood out of my face," Sakura joked.

"We've both been blushing a lot today," Syaoran agreed.

"That last class certainly caused us to do that a lot." Sakura almost wanted to kick herself for bringing that back up.

"Especially with Yamazaki talking behind us," Syaoran added.

Sakura smiled a little at the memory. "And Chiharu-chan about ready to kill him. Some things just shouldn't be talked about. At least not in class like that."

"I almost found it strange that them being lovers already did _not_ surprise me." Syaoran began to fidget, suddenly realizing how close he had moved toward his girlfriend.

Sakura smirked at him, despite that his face was mere centimeters from hers. "Oh, you'd be surprised at WHEN they became lovers. Or when Rika lost her virginity, for that matter."

"Sasaki had sex already? Isn't her boyfriend too old to do that legally with her?" Syaoran wondered.

"Technically... yes," Sakura admitted. "But she's been very careful to use protection."

Syaoran frowned and edged away from her a little. "When we... you know... start... do you, um, want to use protection?"

Sakura's suddenly felt like her face was on fire. She wanted the wall she was leaning against to swallow her whole. That was a question she wasn't certain she was ready to answer. She certainly wanted to be a mother some day, just not necessarily a mother in the next year. And this was a rather loaded question. As naive as she was at times, even she realized what was really being asked. Did she want to have sex now, when there was no protection for them to use? Though she was certain that if she told him to run off to grab condoms, he'd be gone and back in less than five minutes.

Syaoran was startled a little as Sakura wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. He fidgeted a little in her embrace as there was no way she would miss feeling his hardness trapped between their bodies. All the talking about sex and being so near his love had produced a need in him. If she told him 'not yet,' he would certainly need a cold shower.

Hugging her boyfriend had been for more than one reason. Sakura wanted to steady herself in his strong arms, and she wanted to know if Syaoran really meant now. And he certainly did mean now. There was no mistaking what was inside his pants. He wanted her. He really, really wanted her. The fact his hands were rubbing the small of her back and her ass accented his desire for her, and was increasing her wish to be with him. Her brother would be throwing a fit if he knew what she was honestly considering. Tilting her head back, she soon found his lips on her own. Their tongues quickly found their way into each other's mouth.

Their kiss had fanned the flames of passion. Both knew the decision had been made. As one they broke the kiss and said the same word, "Bedroom."

Sakura giggled as Syaoran picked her up and carried her through his house until he reach their destination and dropped her on his bed. He was quickly on top of her. His lips capturing her mouth, then touched her cheek, and then his teeth nibbled gently on her ear. His hands touched her clothed body, enticing moans from her. When he reached for her skirt and his fingers slipped beneath her panties, she grabbed hold of his wrists. "Not so fast, please."

Syaoran took the hint as her hands left his arms and went to unbutton her school blouse. But then missed the point as he grabbed his own shirt and threw it off himself.

Sakura made a disapproving sound. "Syaoran, I'm not going anywhere. Take your time."

"I'm sorry. I just never wanted this so much before. I want you so much it hurts," Syaoran apologized.

"The best things come to those who wait," Sakura chastised. "Think of me as a present to be unwrapped."

Syaoran smirked at her. "That would be a bad idea. You'll need to wear that uniform again and I'd rip it."

"How about a fragile package from the mail? Something you want, but rushing will break it," Sakura suggested.

"'Fragile' is the last word I'd used to describe you," Syaoran retorted as he moved to aid his girlfriend undo her shirt. His excited hands made it more difficult and could only say 'oops' when one of the buttons went flying.

Sakura wished she had talked to Rika and Chiharu more about sex, and suspected she would be doing so soon. However, it would be a little late as she wanted to know how to get her boyfriend to slow down now. It was quite obvious that her words had only delayed him a little. When her shirt finally parted, he didn't bother try to remove it from her, or her bra for that matter. He merely brushed her blouse to her sides and shoved her bra up to expose her breasts. Without a word, he began to suck on her like he was breast-feeding.

Hoping her gentle boyfriend would be gentle in this seemed to be an impossible daydream now. With his mouth sucking on her nipple, his right hand snaked its way under her skirt and panties. His fingers quickly found their way between her legs and began probe and stroke her with inexperienced desire. She moaned for him, yet suspected his touch could be better.

Syaoran lifted his head from her chest and stared into her eyes. "I need you now."

Suspecting this wasn't going to get any better, she merely nodded to him. The bed shook as he jumped off and worked to make himself nude. Sakura moved quickly to slide off her blouse and unfasten her bra. She then looked over as her boyfriend fell over as his pants got tangled around his ankles. She giggled at the sight of him struggling to free himself, while she merely raised her hips and began to slide her skirt and panties off. Moving her legs, she was able to remove her clothes without issue, leaving her with only her socks on.

Finally free of his own clothes, Syaoran leapt back onto the bed. His lips fumbled over her mouth as he tried to penetrate her. With his hand guiding the way, he managed to push into her. She was so incredibly tight and hot that he barely got half of his length inside her on the first thrust. He went to pull back a little and slipped out completely, but failed to re-enter her without aid.

Sakura had winced a little when he pushed himself into her. While she did want this, she had hoped to be a bit more 'wet' and ready for him. Unfortunately, he wanted this far more than she did. The second time he entered her didn't feel as bad. The third almost felt good. Then he grunted and groaned, leaving Sakura to blink repeatedly at him in disbelief. "That's it?!"

Syaoran looked at her apologetically. "Ah, I told you that I needed you."

"You can't be done already! I haven't even started yet!" Sakura protested.

"Well, we could do it again," Syaoran offered. He twitched his hips, causing him to slide up and down a little in her canal coated with his cum.

"We'd better!" Sakura ordered. She pulled him down by his neck and kissed him soundly on the lips. His lethargic thrusts weren't doing a whole lot for her. She forced him to roll with her so that she would be on top. Raising herself up and bringing her legs underneath her, she began to bounce on top of him. She was quickly gaining the feelings the sex education teacher had promised she would feel. Her breath started to shorten as her insides felt like they were twisting around his invading member. She was taking more and more of him into her body each time she fell upon his lap. What irritation she felt when they started was now a distant memory.

The site of his incredibly cute girlfriend bouncing on him mesmerized Syaoran. Even her small, tender breasts shook as she crashed down on him. He was quite thankful they were doing this at his home with no one near enough to hear the bed dance beneath them from their frantic actions. The mere site of her pussy engulfing his manhood whole was arousing him beyond belief. For the second time he began to grunt and moan as he filled her with his cum once again.

Sakura wasn't done yet. She was close. So very close. And his spent penis wasn't going to do it for her any more. She pulled free of him and crawled up the bed, placing her muff over his mouth. "Finish it, please," she pleaded desperately.

Syaoran lost in the haze of euphoria obeyed without question. His tongue touched her sensitive flesh and received a taste of his own cum. He nibbled gently on the flaps of skin and kissed the hard nub of flesh poking out toward him. As his tongue swished around inside her, he felt her flesh pinch it as she finally let out a roar of a moan. Leaning hard against the wall behind his head, she urged him not to stop as her body vibrated with pleasure.

As Sakura's orgasm subsided, she pulled away from her beloved and crawled backwards until she was able to lie beside him. She giggled at the look of his face, cum splattered around his mouth like he had given a guy a blowjob. She quickly took pity on him and licked his cum and her own juices from his lips. Not a horrible taste, but she had a suspicion she was going to have to get used to it if she was going to stop him from cumming in her too soon.

Syaoran sighed happily. "That was great."

Sakura placed her finger on his lips. "You need to talk to Yamazaki to get some pointers. It was good, better than I thought it would be, but I'm sure it could be even more."

Syaoran pouted. "If you say so."

Sakura tried to kiss him while laughing. "Just think: Once we're married, we can do this every night."

A frown etched itself on Syaoran's face. "Too bad we have to wait years before we can do that."

Sakura blinked at him. "Why do you think that? If Chiharu-chan can be married to Yamazaki-kun already, why can't we?"

Syaoran stared at her confusion. "Huh? They're married?"

"Don't tell me you didn't notice everyone calling her 'Yamazaki-chan?'" Sakura pointed out.

"I thought that was a nickname," Syaoran replied.

"Even the teachers. Honestly, didn't you read the letter I sent... Oh, wait. I didn't send THAT one. You moved back before I could mail it." Sakura pouted. "Guess no one told you what happened."

Syaoran had considered Yamazaki to be his friend, and was suddenly worried for him. "What did happen?"

"Well, Chiharu-chan got pregnant. Their parents rushed a marriage and was about to inform the school when she suddenly collapsed. She had miscarried the baby. Since she wasn't 'pregnant' she didn't get expelled." Sakura looked almost ready to cry at the memory.

Syaoran brought the girl into a hug and quickly tried to change topics. "How were they able to get married?"

"All you need is parental consent," Sakura informed.

"That's it?" Syaoran wondered, and still didn't quite believe it when she nodded.

"I doubt it would be difficult to convince Dad to let me marry you. You know, I think he believes we're already lovers. And how hard would it be to convince your mother when she let you buy this house to be near me?" Sakura encouraged.

Syaoran forced a smile. "Somehow I think it'd be a little be more difficult than that. The fact I'm not a Japanese citizen is likely to cause a few issues."

Sakura pounced on top of the boy. "Do you want to marry me, or not?"

In his position, there was only one answer to give the naked girl pinning him to the bed. "Of course I do."

"Then don't worry about the issues. FIX them. If your lawyers can't do it, I'm sure Tomoyo-chan's lawyers can help out," Sakura insisted.

Syaoran couldn't help but smile at her. "Let's see if we can't make you 'Li Sakura' by next week."

"Next week?" Sakura blinked, but any thoughts she might have about that were suddenly pushed away as he pulled her down into a kiss that didn't end until he had spurted his seed inside her yet again. And leaving her wanting, yet again as well.

Sakura frowned at her now slumbering fiance. She really needed to figure out how to get him to slow down. She then shrugged as she knew she needed to talk to Rika and Chiharu for pointers. In the mean time, dinner wasn't going to fix itself. She didn't bother to get dressed, relishing in her newly found feelings of freedom at being so open to Syaoran. She skipped out of the room and headed for the kitchen. She slipped on an apron and began cooking.

This house felt a little bit more like home now, but it wasn't there yet.

The girl learned the hard way that having your boyfriend find you only wearing an apron and socks an hour later did little to help him control himself. He at least lasted a little longer, but still far from enough for her.

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Author's Notes:

Coming Next Week:
Chapter 1 - All to Myself
It's the morning after, and things are not as blissful as the new lovers wished.