Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Making a House a Home ❯ Door to Tomorrow ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Lord Archive 
It's the day after, and everything isn't as sweet and perfect as Sakura had thought they would be.
Anime/Manga: Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.22.2007 | Pages: 5 | Words: 4.8K | Visits: 2.1K | Status: Completed
It's the day after, and everything isn't as sweet and perfect as Sakura had thought they would be.
Anime/Manga: Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.22.2007 | Pages: 5 | Words: 4.8K | Visits: 2.1K | Status: Completed
Making a House a Home
Chapter 1: Door to Tomorrow
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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Syaoran wearily opened his eyes, his tired mind wondering why his bed felt delightfully weird. The pair of emerald eyes looking straight at him explained it all. Sakura had spent the night with him. Yesterday he had touched her in ways he had only been able to dream about previously and had thought it would've been much longer before they went all the way. He had cummed into her several times, and the fact she was still here was all the proof he needed.
"Good morning, Syaoran," Sakura greeted.
'Syaoran' not 'Syaoran-kun.' He grinned stupidly. They were as close as they could be now until she bore the name 'Li.' "Good morning, Sakura," he finally returned. He then blinked. "Ah, morning?"
Sakura nodded. "Yeah, I kind of fell asleep too."
A cold shiver went down Syaoran's spine. "Ah, are we going to get in trouble?"
Sakura sat up, revealing that she wasn't as nude as he thought. Her hands fidgeted at the hem of one of his shirts that tented over her small body. "I don't think so. At least not from my father. He called last night and knows I slept here."
"Do you think he knows about... what we did?" Syaoran almost squeaked.
Sakura pouted. "I told you before that he thinks we're already lovers. This just confirms it. It's my brother you're going to have to be careful about."
"Does he know?" Syaoran paled when his girlfriend nodded. "He's going to kill me."
Sakura folded her arms. "No, he's not. Oniichan actually likes you."
Syaoran cast a disbelieving look. "He's never called me anything else but 'brat.' And has threatened me if I so much as kiss you."
"And did he do anything when you did kiss me? Has he done anything to stop me from coming here almost every day? And didn't he come over with food when we stayed here sick with the flu?" Sakura retorted. "You see? He does like you. He just doesn't want you to know that."
Syaoran gave a short laugh. "If he really liked me, why does he treat me so harshly?"
Sakura paused in thought. "Probably to delay yesterday for as long as possible. He knows we're going to get married someday. He just wants it to be later, not sooner."
"What time is it?" Syaoran questioned.
"A little after six. We've got time to get ready for school," Sakura answered before sliding out of bed and flashing her bare ass toward him.
"We could skip school today," Syaoran suggested.
Sakura pouted. "We're already going to get in trouble for not having our homework done. Do you want to make it worse?"
"I'd say our homework is more reason to stay home," Syaoran muttered.
"If we hurry up getting ready, we can at least try to get some of it done," Sakura advised. "I'm going to take a shower." She picked up her school uniform from the floor. "Geez, I'm going to have to wear this two days in a row. At least I have a couple spare panties here."
A frowned etched itself on Syaoran's lips as he watched his lover leave the room. He would rather spend their extra time having some fun. He then blinked. Well, perhaps he could kill two birds with one stone. He leapt out of the bed and quickly gathered the clothes he needed for the day.
Syaoran ran straight for the bathroom and his grin grew as Sakura didn't even shut the door all the way. She was practically inviting him to join her. With nervous energy, he push the door open and gasped at the site before him.
Sakura stood with her back toward him in all her naked glory. He soaked in her beauty. Her unblemished skin. Firm, athletic calves. Soft, round ass. Even her sweat matted hair held a certain attraction to him, considering he was the one to make her sweat in passion. Then she stepped over the tub wall and into the shower. She turned to close the shower curtain and then returned his stare. His eyes didn't stop appreciating the site before him. Her small perky breasts. Her modest tuff of sexual hair pointing enticingly toward a treasure she had so willingly let him touch deeply. The hot water streaming over her body made her all the more desirable.
"Syaoran," Sakura finally said, breaking the silence. Her eyes had like wise took in his form, and there was no mistaking his intent.
The boy laughed apprehensively as he dropped his clothes on the bathroom counter before pushing his way into the shower with her. "Thought we could take a shower together."
Sakura pouted. "I doubt that's all you want to do."
"Any reason we can't make love to start the day?" Syaoran pulled her close, his hand rubbing her lower back. He frowned as she looked away as if debating it. He thought it was an easy answer.
Sakura tilted her head as she eyed his shampoo bottle. "You know, maybe it's a good thing you do have a sensitive scalp."
"You're not going to start teasing me about that again, are you?" Syaoran groused.
Sakura shook her head as she picked up the shampoo. While shoving him out of the water spray, she poured a good amount of the hair soap into her hand. "I thought we'd try something a little different."
Confusion filled the boy's face when she grabbed his penis, smearing the shampoo over his length. His eyes then widened in realization when she turned away from him, bent forward slightly, and spread some more of the hair soap along her ass crack.
"Isn't this illegal?" Syaoran asked.
"Huh?" Sakura blurted. "What gave you that idea? What do you think my brother does with Yukito-san when they express their love?"
Syaoran scratched the back of his head. "Well, in Hong Kong you need to be twenty-one to do this."
Sakura cocked her head. "Really?" She shook her head upon seeing him nod, she then stood up. "Well, if you don't want to-"
Interrupting her with his hands on her hips, Syaoran's grin returned as he told her, "You know what they say about denying someone something, it only makes them want it more."
Sakura bent forward again, trying to brace herself in the confined, water soaked shower. She bit her lip as her boyfriend edged closer and moved her body a little to get into position.
He was mesmerized as he placed the tip of his penis at her arse hole. Slowly he increased the force he was pushing forward. Her flesh parted under the pressure and his length began to disappear into her ass. As tight as her pussy was, her arse squeezed him almost painfully.
"Your ass is squeezing me too tight," Syaoran groaned out in pleasure.
Sakura moaned unsteadily, trying to remain relaxed while in her rather awkward position. "Too tight? Isn't that an oxymoron in sex?" she joked.
"I can barely move in you," Syaoran protested. "Let me try something."
"Hooeeeeeee?!" Sakura eeped as her boyfriend raised her left leg off the ground while his right hand moved to help support her weight. She became a sexual instrument to him. By raising her leg, the tension of her arse was reduced while lower her leg increased the pressure. His length now slid back and worth inside her with an intensity that was all his to control. Moans of pleasure began to escape her mouth while he greedily plundered her rear.
This was all amazing to Syaoran. The surprising ease to enter her deeply, yet incredible pressure the muscles around her anus could inflict on him. That by moving her body he could lessen and increase the tightness he felt, allowing him to move freely or to strangle his rod. The brown soapsuds forming at her ass was proof of how intimately his beloved was letting him touch her. Her entire body was his to touch and savor. And he couldn't wait to discover what other ways he could touch her.
An increasingly familiar sensation began to build. With pleasure clouded mind, Syaoran forgot the initial tightness he felt. He intentionally dropped her leg and the pressure around the base of his length became that of a steel vice. With the painful intensity, there was no holding back. He erupted up her arse even as Sakura lost her balance beneath him and fell to the shower floor. Syaoran cried out in pain as his penis was forcibly ripped from her hole, setting him off balance and causing him to collapse on top of her.
"Ouch," Sakura muttered, rubbing her head after hitting the tub's water faucet. "That had not been one of my better ideals."
Syaoran climbed off her and the pulled her up and on to his lap. "I don't know. It was rather good until the end. We should try it on the bed next time, so we can't fall."
Sakura laughed. "I wouldn't bet on that. You did fall getting undressed, and I am prone to klutz attacks at odd times."
"Are you okay?" Syaoran kissed the forming lump on her head.
"I'm fine," Sakura assured him. "Now we'd better take our shower. I'll wash your back, you wash mine... but no more of each other."
"Don't you want me to return the favor?" Syaoran fondled her chest for emphasis.
"If we start that, we won't stop. Then we really would skip school, and how would your mother feel about that?" Sakura insisted.
Syaoran's hand leapt off her skin as if shocked from electricity. "Right. We can pick up where we left off after school."
Sakura pouted at him under the shower spray. "Sorry, but today isn't going to be good. I have chores to do at home, and I'll have to talk to Dad about yesterday."
"Um, do you want help with that?" Syaoran offered.
Sakura slowly shook her head. "Talking to Dad is something I need to do alone. Though I suspect he'll want to talk to you at some point as well."
Syaoran sighed. "I guess so. May as well check with my lawyers to see what I need to do to marry you soon."
A bright smile alighted Sakura's face. "That's a plan for today. Maybe tomorrow I'll be able to spend some time here."
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Sakura was rather thankful that Syaoran's house had a heated toilet seat. It was almost therapeutic for her. Almost. The warmth on her rear wasn't quite warm enough and not in the areas she needed most. She loved sharing pleasure with Syaoran, but his inexperience was painfully obvious. She was bruised in weird places. Having him anal her hadn't helped; just added more places that now ached on her body. She wondered if her need to go the bathroom now had anything to do with having anal sex. He may be in 'honeymoon' mode, wanting lots and lots of sex, but she really needed a break to recover.
Finishing her duty, Sakura did one last check on her appearance before exiting the bathroom. Entering the living room, she paled seeing the time on the clock. "We're going to be late!"
"We can skip," Syaoran advised with a wanting look.
Sakura cast a quick glare at him, rushing for the door and putting on her shoes. "I'd rather not get in more trouble. Did you at least do some of your homework while I was in the bathroom?"
Syaoran merely shook his head.
Sakura sighed, picking up her still sealed book-bag. "We have got to run."
Syaoran shared her sigh for entirely different reasons. He chased after her as she ran out of the house.
There was one blessing in being too late to walk. Sakura didn't have time to stick around to hear what her brother was yelling at them from Yukito's house. Not that she'd listen to him if he had anything bad to say about Syaoran. However, running was making her weird bruises ache even more.
The empty field in front of the school was certainly a bad sign. Her lungs were screaming for breath as she reached her classroom, but sagged when the teacher glared at her. Role call had already been completed.
"Well, Kinomoto, looks like your luck at making it just in time has run out. I won't ask you what you were doing with your boyfriend to cause you to be late, just don't make a habit of it. Perhaps if your arms are too tired, you will be able to keep them to yourself and learn some discipline. Go get some buckets of water and stand in the hall," her homeroom teacher almost sneered at them.
"Great, something else that's going to ache," Sakura muttered under her breath.
Syaoran didn't hear her, but made his own comment. "Told you we should've just skipped."
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Lunch couldn't have arrived soon enough for the new lovers. However, as soon as the bell rang, Sakura was beset by her four friends. She was practically dragged out of the classroom to a secluded spot in the field behind the school. Syaoran, who had wanted to spend his lunch with Sakura, followed after them, while Yamazaki trailed behind with an amused grin.
"How could you?" Tomoyo growled demurely, her camera already pointed at her best friend.
"Sorry," Sakura instinctively replied.
"So many lovely opportunities wasted! You didn't even let me film you arriving to school as a woman with your beloved! Let alone when you decided to make love for the first time!" Tomoyo ranted.
Sakura flushed deeply. "Tomoyo-chan, those aren't exactly things that I want filmed. Those are kind of private. For me and Syaoran alone."
"Memories fade, film lives on!" Tomoyo announced as if it was her personal motto. "At least I'll be able to tape you now. Sakura being questioned by her friends about her first time making love!"
"Who else knows?" Syaoran muttered.
Sakura fidgeted. "Syaoran, we slept through the first few times Dad called. He didn't get hold of me until almost midnight. He called everyone I know to find out where I was."
Syaoran palmed his forehead. "EVERYONE knows?!"
Chiharu smirked at the pair. "Try suspected until you two pretty much confirmed it now."
"We've got to talk later," Naoko insisted.
Sakura nodded. "You and Tomoyo-chan especially. There's some thing you need to be warned about."
Naoko blinked. "Warned about what?"
Rika and Chiharu exchanged glances, and then burst into giggles.
"Probably about experience helping. Takashi hurt me a bit our first time, while Rika-chan's boyfriend knew what he was doing and avoided injuring her, despite him being bigger," Chiharu guessed.
Syaoran blinked. "I hurt you?"
Sakura wanted to curl up into a ball and die from embarrassment. "A bit. At least I know I'm your first and only. Just, please, get some tips on doing it right."
"How do I do that?" Syaoran wondered.
"Ask my husband," Chiharu answered in a flat tone. "He knows a few things."
All eyes turned toward Yamazaki. He grinned at his audience, delight sparkling in his eyes. "Well, the thing you need to know for better sex is the three 'P's. Porn, practice and patience. Porn, to see how it's done right. Practice, to figure out how to fix what you're doing wrong. And patience because it's a fact that women take longer to reach orgasm than men. Oh, if you use the Internet to find the porn, go for the videos and avoid fictional stories with sex. Those stories tend to be written by horny guys who never even been alone with a naked girl and are anything but accurate in detailing sex."
Everyone just stared at him, waiting for him to say anything more.
Chiharu put her hand to her husband's forehead. "Are you all right? You didn't lie. You told us something without embellishing it. All right, who are you and what did you do with my Takashi."
"You wound me. Do you really think I'd tell Li something that might hurt Kinomoto because he got it wrong?" Yamazaki acted hurt at the accusation. "I mean, really, if Kinomoto was hurt because something I said, Li would kill me."
Naoko let out a short laugh. "He has a point."
"Now there is something else I can tell you. Did you know that the largest known scrotum sack on a guy was half his full weight and reached the ground while he stood up?" Yamazaki added.
"THERE'S the lie!" Chiharu sighed with relief. "You had me worried there."
Yamazaki merely grinned at his wife. There was a little article on testicular tumors he would be showing her later. He still hadn't said a lie, just left out that the guy's scrotum was very unhealthy. It was so much fun playing with her head... and her body.
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The daily after school ritual continued, but Syaoran wasn't ready to let go of Sakura's hand. "Can't you stay for even a little while?"
"Sorry," Sakura apologized. "I really need to get home and do my chores. Not to mention work on two days of homework now and talk to Dad about yesterday."
Syaoran frowned and reluctantly nodded. "I guess. May as well call my lawyers and see what they can do to help us get married soon."
Sakura nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, and then they'll be nothing preventing me from staying here."
Syaoran brought her in close and kissed her soundly on the lips. As much as he wanted to continue it, he understood when Sakura pulled away after a few moments.
"See you later, Syaoran," Sakura promised.
"Goodbye." Syaoran sighed while waving at her retreating form. He didn't turn toward his house until she had disappeared from sight. He blinked and jumped back at the sight that now loomed before him.
"Just what were you doing with my sister yesterday?" Touya demanded.
Syaoran stammered and edged away nervously. "Ah, we celebrated getting officially engaged."
Touya grabbed him by the collar. "You're junior high students! What do you know about marriage?!"
"Ah...." Syaoran trailed off.
"What does anyone know of marriage before they get married?" Yukito piped in, crossing the street toward them. "We've certainly had some troubles since you moved in."
"Stay out of this. It's family business," Touya barked.
Yukito pouted. "Am I not family anymore? Sakura-chan has always been like a little sister to me."
Touya flinched. "That's not what I meant. This is about Sakura and what this brat did to her."
"With her, Touya. With her. Just as you were 'with me' the other night. You know he'd never force her. And you know perfectly well that he's the one she chose. Just as you chose me," Yukito corrected with an even look that seemed completely alien to his face.
Syaoran wasn't certain who to be more afraid of. Touya, who was holding him so roughly, or Yukito, who he had never seen angry before.
"They're just teenagers," Touya shot back. "They're too young for this!"
"And when did you lose your virginity? I was hardly your first," Yukito reminded harshly.
Touya acted as if he was slapped. "But, Yuki, he fucked my baby sister!"
"Sakura-chan isn't a baby anymore. She can make her own decisions. She can't look to you all her life. She needs to be herself," Yukito asserted.
"Not yet. Not in junior high," Touya stubbornly stated.
Yukito turned his attention the boy his lover was holding off the ground. "Li-kun, do you promise to take care of Sakura-chan all her life? To keep her safe? To never hurt her?"
"Of course!" Syaoran nervously chirped. "I'd die for her!"
"That can be arranged," Touya spat. "If you ever make her regret choosing you, I'll kill you slowly."
"I'd let you," Syaoran returned. "I want to be with her forever."
Touya shoved the boy away, causing him to fall to the ground. "Fine, but you will make her honest when she's here with you."
Yukito smirked. "As if you've ever done it honestly."
"Shut up," Touya barked, before stomping his way across the street to his home.
Yukito helped the boy to his feet. "Welcome to the family."
"Ah, thanks," Syaoran replied shakily.
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Sakura nervously entered her home and let out a chirp of, "I'm home!"
Fujitaka quickly appeared and returned her greeting. "Welcome home. How have you been?"
Sakura blushed under his gaze. "Good. Um..."
"Why don't you get a start to your chores and then help me cook diner?" Fujitaka suggested.
"Ah, sure," Sakura quickly agreed. She dashed up to her room and changed out of her school uniform into more comfortable clothes. She then gathered a pile of her underwear and bras, taking them and placing into the wash. She focused on other odd jobs that were needed to be done around the house, not letting her worries grip her until they were done and she had begun a second wash. With most of her tasks complete, it was time to go to the kitchen and help her father.
Sakura said nothing upon her arrival; she merely looked around to see what her father was making and moved to chop the required vegetables. Before she could pick up the knife, her father hugged her tightly and told her fondly, "I love you."
The girl squirmed a little in his embrace. "Dad... I... I love you, too."
"You are my daughter, and nothing will change that," Fujitaka assured her.
Sakura held onto her father's hands, but couldn't stop looking at her feet. "Um, Dad, Syaoran is seeing what he can do to get us married soon."
"I suppose you'll need my approval for that," Fujitaka surmised.
Sakura nodded, not trusting her voice.
"Do you love him? Do you want to spend the rest of you life with him?" Fujitaka asked tenderly.
"Yes," Sakura replied immediately, but with a mix of emotions in her voice. "I want to be with him always."
Fujitaka bent down a little to kiss the top of her head. "If this is what you truly want, you have my consent."
Tears leaked out of her eyes. "Thank you, Dad."
"Now, was he gentle last night? Did he get you to orgasm?" Fujitaka asked with a slight joking tone.
Sakura instantly began to burn with embarrassment. "DAD?!?"
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Sakura gave a roar of a yawn as she finished her last assignment. She was more than ready to go to bed, but her dry throat wanted something to drink. Shambling her way downstairs she heard someone talking in the living room. She had heard the doorbell about an hour ago, but didn't respond as her father was in a better position to get it and it rang only once. Peaking into the room, she blinked in surprise seeing Syaoran was there with her father.
Syaoran immediately shot to his feet when he spotted her. "Great news, Sakura. My lawyers said there's a way for us to be married tomorrow. We'd have to leave for city hall immediately after school and meet with my lawyers and your father there to complete the paperwork."
Sakura stared at him. "Tomorrow?"
Syaoran nodded.
A half-smile appeared on her face. "We'll be married tomorrow."
Syaoran nodded again.
"Don't worry about the details and identification, I'll take care of that," Fujitaka informed his daughter.
Syaoran walked over to her and whispered into her ear. "I'd stay or take you home, but there are things I need to set up before school so I'll need to go to bed soon so I can get up early."
"I see. Well, I'll see you tomorrow," Sakura replied in a flat tone.
"Tomorrow," Syaoran promised.
Sakura drifted away from him and got her glass of water. She drained in quickly before going back to her room and getting dressed for bed. Sliding under her covers, her wide eyes stared at the ceiling. Her tired body failing to drag her mind into slumber.
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Author's Notes:
Coming Next Week: Chapter 2 - Platinum
Sakura and Syaoran want to get married, but not everyone is willing to just let it happen.
Chapter 1: Door to Tomorrow
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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Syaoran wearily opened his eyes, his tired mind wondering why his bed felt delightfully weird. The pair of emerald eyes looking straight at him explained it all. Sakura had spent the night with him. Yesterday he had touched her in ways he had only been able to dream about previously and had thought it would've been much longer before they went all the way. He had cummed into her several times, and the fact she was still here was all the proof he needed.
"Good morning, Syaoran," Sakura greeted.
'Syaoran' not 'Syaoran-kun.' He grinned stupidly. They were as close as they could be now until she bore the name 'Li.' "Good morning, Sakura," he finally returned. He then blinked. "Ah, morning?"
Sakura nodded. "Yeah, I kind of fell asleep too."
A cold shiver went down Syaoran's spine. "Ah, are we going to get in trouble?"
Sakura sat up, revealing that she wasn't as nude as he thought. Her hands fidgeted at the hem of one of his shirts that tented over her small body. "I don't think so. At least not from my father. He called last night and knows I slept here."
"Do you think he knows about... what we did?" Syaoran almost squeaked.
Sakura pouted. "I told you before that he thinks we're already lovers. This just confirms it. It's my brother you're going to have to be careful about."
"Does he know?" Syaoran paled when his girlfriend nodded. "He's going to kill me."
Sakura folded her arms. "No, he's not. Oniichan actually likes you."
Syaoran cast a disbelieving look. "He's never called me anything else but 'brat.' And has threatened me if I so much as kiss you."
"And did he do anything when you did kiss me? Has he done anything to stop me from coming here almost every day? And didn't he come over with food when we stayed here sick with the flu?" Sakura retorted. "You see? He does like you. He just doesn't want you to know that."
Syaoran gave a short laugh. "If he really liked me, why does he treat me so harshly?"
Sakura paused in thought. "Probably to delay yesterday for as long as possible. He knows we're going to get married someday. He just wants it to be later, not sooner."
"What time is it?" Syaoran questioned.
"A little after six. We've got time to get ready for school," Sakura answered before sliding out of bed and flashing her bare ass toward him.
"We could skip school today," Syaoran suggested.
Sakura pouted. "We're already going to get in trouble for not having our homework done. Do you want to make it worse?"
"I'd say our homework is more reason to stay home," Syaoran muttered.
"If we hurry up getting ready, we can at least try to get some of it done," Sakura advised. "I'm going to take a shower." She picked up her school uniform from the floor. "Geez, I'm going to have to wear this two days in a row. At least I have a couple spare panties here."
A frowned etched itself on Syaoran's lips as he watched his lover leave the room. He would rather spend their extra time having some fun. He then blinked. Well, perhaps he could kill two birds with one stone. He leapt out of the bed and quickly gathered the clothes he needed for the day.
Syaoran ran straight for the bathroom and his grin grew as Sakura didn't even shut the door all the way. She was practically inviting him to join her. With nervous energy, he push the door open and gasped at the site before him.
Sakura stood with her back toward him in all her naked glory. He soaked in her beauty. Her unblemished skin. Firm, athletic calves. Soft, round ass. Even her sweat matted hair held a certain attraction to him, considering he was the one to make her sweat in passion. Then she stepped over the tub wall and into the shower. She turned to close the shower curtain and then returned his stare. His eyes didn't stop appreciating the site before him. Her small perky breasts. Her modest tuff of sexual hair pointing enticingly toward a treasure she had so willingly let him touch deeply. The hot water streaming over her body made her all the more desirable.
"Syaoran," Sakura finally said, breaking the silence. Her eyes had like wise took in his form, and there was no mistaking his intent.
The boy laughed apprehensively as he dropped his clothes on the bathroom counter before pushing his way into the shower with her. "Thought we could take a shower together."
Sakura pouted. "I doubt that's all you want to do."
"Any reason we can't make love to start the day?" Syaoran pulled her close, his hand rubbing her lower back. He frowned as she looked away as if debating it. He thought it was an easy answer.
Sakura tilted her head as she eyed his shampoo bottle. "You know, maybe it's a good thing you do have a sensitive scalp."
"You're not going to start teasing me about that again, are you?" Syaoran groused.
Sakura shook her head as she picked up the shampoo. While shoving him out of the water spray, she poured a good amount of the hair soap into her hand. "I thought we'd try something a little different."
Confusion filled the boy's face when she grabbed his penis, smearing the shampoo over his length. His eyes then widened in realization when she turned away from him, bent forward slightly, and spread some more of the hair soap along her ass crack.
"Isn't this illegal?" Syaoran asked.
"Huh?" Sakura blurted. "What gave you that idea? What do you think my brother does with Yukito-san when they express their love?"
Syaoran scratched the back of his head. "Well, in Hong Kong you need to be twenty-one to do this."
Sakura cocked her head. "Really?" She shook her head upon seeing him nod, she then stood up. "Well, if you don't want to-"
Interrupting her with his hands on her hips, Syaoran's grin returned as he told her, "You know what they say about denying someone something, it only makes them want it more."
Sakura bent forward again, trying to brace herself in the confined, water soaked shower. She bit her lip as her boyfriend edged closer and moved her body a little to get into position.
He was mesmerized as he placed the tip of his penis at her arse hole. Slowly he increased the force he was pushing forward. Her flesh parted under the pressure and his length began to disappear into her ass. As tight as her pussy was, her arse squeezed him almost painfully.
"Your ass is squeezing me too tight," Syaoran groaned out in pleasure.
Sakura moaned unsteadily, trying to remain relaxed while in her rather awkward position. "Too tight? Isn't that an oxymoron in sex?" she joked.
"I can barely move in you," Syaoran protested. "Let me try something."
"Hooeeeeeee?!" Sakura eeped as her boyfriend raised her left leg off the ground while his right hand moved to help support her weight. She became a sexual instrument to him. By raising her leg, the tension of her arse was reduced while lower her leg increased the pressure. His length now slid back and worth inside her with an intensity that was all his to control. Moans of pleasure began to escape her mouth while he greedily plundered her rear.
This was all amazing to Syaoran. The surprising ease to enter her deeply, yet incredible pressure the muscles around her anus could inflict on him. That by moving her body he could lessen and increase the tightness he felt, allowing him to move freely or to strangle his rod. The brown soapsuds forming at her ass was proof of how intimately his beloved was letting him touch her. Her entire body was his to touch and savor. And he couldn't wait to discover what other ways he could touch her.
An increasingly familiar sensation began to build. With pleasure clouded mind, Syaoran forgot the initial tightness he felt. He intentionally dropped her leg and the pressure around the base of his length became that of a steel vice. With the painful intensity, there was no holding back. He erupted up her arse even as Sakura lost her balance beneath him and fell to the shower floor. Syaoran cried out in pain as his penis was forcibly ripped from her hole, setting him off balance and causing him to collapse on top of her.
"Ouch," Sakura muttered, rubbing her head after hitting the tub's water faucet. "That had not been one of my better ideals."
Syaoran climbed off her and the pulled her up and on to his lap. "I don't know. It was rather good until the end. We should try it on the bed next time, so we can't fall."
Sakura laughed. "I wouldn't bet on that. You did fall getting undressed, and I am prone to klutz attacks at odd times."
"Are you okay?" Syaoran kissed the forming lump on her head.
"I'm fine," Sakura assured him. "Now we'd better take our shower. I'll wash your back, you wash mine... but no more of each other."
"Don't you want me to return the favor?" Syaoran fondled her chest for emphasis.
"If we start that, we won't stop. Then we really would skip school, and how would your mother feel about that?" Sakura insisted.
Syaoran's hand leapt off her skin as if shocked from electricity. "Right. We can pick up where we left off after school."
Sakura pouted at him under the shower spray. "Sorry, but today isn't going to be good. I have chores to do at home, and I'll have to talk to Dad about yesterday."
"Um, do you want help with that?" Syaoran offered.
Sakura slowly shook her head. "Talking to Dad is something I need to do alone. Though I suspect he'll want to talk to you at some point as well."
Syaoran sighed. "I guess so. May as well check with my lawyers to see what I need to do to marry you soon."
A bright smile alighted Sakura's face. "That's a plan for today. Maybe tomorrow I'll be able to spend some time here."
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Sakura was rather thankful that Syaoran's house had a heated toilet seat. It was almost therapeutic for her. Almost. The warmth on her rear wasn't quite warm enough and not in the areas she needed most. She loved sharing pleasure with Syaoran, but his inexperience was painfully obvious. She was bruised in weird places. Having him anal her hadn't helped; just added more places that now ached on her body. She wondered if her need to go the bathroom now had anything to do with having anal sex. He may be in 'honeymoon' mode, wanting lots and lots of sex, but she really needed a break to recover.
Finishing her duty, Sakura did one last check on her appearance before exiting the bathroom. Entering the living room, she paled seeing the time on the clock. "We're going to be late!"
"We can skip," Syaoran advised with a wanting look.
Sakura cast a quick glare at him, rushing for the door and putting on her shoes. "I'd rather not get in more trouble. Did you at least do some of your homework while I was in the bathroom?"
Syaoran merely shook his head.
Sakura sighed, picking up her still sealed book-bag. "We have got to run."
Syaoran shared her sigh for entirely different reasons. He chased after her as she ran out of the house.
There was one blessing in being too late to walk. Sakura didn't have time to stick around to hear what her brother was yelling at them from Yukito's house. Not that she'd listen to him if he had anything bad to say about Syaoran. However, running was making her weird bruises ache even more.
The empty field in front of the school was certainly a bad sign. Her lungs were screaming for breath as she reached her classroom, but sagged when the teacher glared at her. Role call had already been completed.
"Well, Kinomoto, looks like your luck at making it just in time has run out. I won't ask you what you were doing with your boyfriend to cause you to be late, just don't make a habit of it. Perhaps if your arms are too tired, you will be able to keep them to yourself and learn some discipline. Go get some buckets of water and stand in the hall," her homeroom teacher almost sneered at them.
"Great, something else that's going to ache," Sakura muttered under her breath.
Syaoran didn't hear her, but made his own comment. "Told you we should've just skipped."
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Lunch couldn't have arrived soon enough for the new lovers. However, as soon as the bell rang, Sakura was beset by her four friends. She was practically dragged out of the classroom to a secluded spot in the field behind the school. Syaoran, who had wanted to spend his lunch with Sakura, followed after them, while Yamazaki trailed behind with an amused grin.
"How could you?" Tomoyo growled demurely, her camera already pointed at her best friend.
"Sorry," Sakura instinctively replied.
"So many lovely opportunities wasted! You didn't even let me film you arriving to school as a woman with your beloved! Let alone when you decided to make love for the first time!" Tomoyo ranted.
Sakura flushed deeply. "Tomoyo-chan, those aren't exactly things that I want filmed. Those are kind of private. For me and Syaoran alone."
"Memories fade, film lives on!" Tomoyo announced as if it was her personal motto. "At least I'll be able to tape you now. Sakura being questioned by her friends about her first time making love!"
"Who else knows?" Syaoran muttered.
Sakura fidgeted. "Syaoran, we slept through the first few times Dad called. He didn't get hold of me until almost midnight. He called everyone I know to find out where I was."
Syaoran palmed his forehead. "EVERYONE knows?!"
Chiharu smirked at the pair. "Try suspected until you two pretty much confirmed it now."
"We've got to talk later," Naoko insisted.
Sakura nodded. "You and Tomoyo-chan especially. There's some thing you need to be warned about."
Naoko blinked. "Warned about what?"
Rika and Chiharu exchanged glances, and then burst into giggles.
"Probably about experience helping. Takashi hurt me a bit our first time, while Rika-chan's boyfriend knew what he was doing and avoided injuring her, despite him being bigger," Chiharu guessed.
Syaoran blinked. "I hurt you?"
Sakura wanted to curl up into a ball and die from embarrassment. "A bit. At least I know I'm your first and only. Just, please, get some tips on doing it right."
"How do I do that?" Syaoran wondered.
"Ask my husband," Chiharu answered in a flat tone. "He knows a few things."
All eyes turned toward Yamazaki. He grinned at his audience, delight sparkling in his eyes. "Well, the thing you need to know for better sex is the three 'P's. Porn, practice and patience. Porn, to see how it's done right. Practice, to figure out how to fix what you're doing wrong. And patience because it's a fact that women take longer to reach orgasm than men. Oh, if you use the Internet to find the porn, go for the videos and avoid fictional stories with sex. Those stories tend to be written by horny guys who never even been alone with a naked girl and are anything but accurate in detailing sex."
Everyone just stared at him, waiting for him to say anything more.
Chiharu put her hand to her husband's forehead. "Are you all right? You didn't lie. You told us something without embellishing it. All right, who are you and what did you do with my Takashi."
"You wound me. Do you really think I'd tell Li something that might hurt Kinomoto because he got it wrong?" Yamazaki acted hurt at the accusation. "I mean, really, if Kinomoto was hurt because something I said, Li would kill me."
Naoko let out a short laugh. "He has a point."
"Now there is something else I can tell you. Did you know that the largest known scrotum sack on a guy was half his full weight and reached the ground while he stood up?" Yamazaki added.
"THERE'S the lie!" Chiharu sighed with relief. "You had me worried there."
Yamazaki merely grinned at his wife. There was a little article on testicular tumors he would be showing her later. He still hadn't said a lie, just left out that the guy's scrotum was very unhealthy. It was so much fun playing with her head... and her body.
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The daily after school ritual continued, but Syaoran wasn't ready to let go of Sakura's hand. "Can't you stay for even a little while?"
"Sorry," Sakura apologized. "I really need to get home and do my chores. Not to mention work on two days of homework now and talk to Dad about yesterday."
Syaoran frowned and reluctantly nodded. "I guess. May as well call my lawyers and see what they can do to help us get married soon."
Sakura nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, and then they'll be nothing preventing me from staying here."
Syaoran brought her in close and kissed her soundly on the lips. As much as he wanted to continue it, he understood when Sakura pulled away after a few moments.
"See you later, Syaoran," Sakura promised.
"Goodbye." Syaoran sighed while waving at her retreating form. He didn't turn toward his house until she had disappeared from sight. He blinked and jumped back at the sight that now loomed before him.
"Just what were you doing with my sister yesterday?" Touya demanded.
Syaoran stammered and edged away nervously. "Ah, we celebrated getting officially engaged."
Touya grabbed him by the collar. "You're junior high students! What do you know about marriage?!"
"Ah...." Syaoran trailed off.
"What does anyone know of marriage before they get married?" Yukito piped in, crossing the street toward them. "We've certainly had some troubles since you moved in."
"Stay out of this. It's family business," Touya barked.
Yukito pouted. "Am I not family anymore? Sakura-chan has always been like a little sister to me."
Touya flinched. "That's not what I meant. This is about Sakura and what this brat did to her."
"With her, Touya. With her. Just as you were 'with me' the other night. You know he'd never force her. And you know perfectly well that he's the one she chose. Just as you chose me," Yukito corrected with an even look that seemed completely alien to his face.
Syaoran wasn't certain who to be more afraid of. Touya, who was holding him so roughly, or Yukito, who he had never seen angry before.
"They're just teenagers," Touya shot back. "They're too young for this!"
"And when did you lose your virginity? I was hardly your first," Yukito reminded harshly.
Touya acted as if he was slapped. "But, Yuki, he fucked my baby sister!"
"Sakura-chan isn't a baby anymore. She can make her own decisions. She can't look to you all her life. She needs to be herself," Yukito asserted.
"Not yet. Not in junior high," Touya stubbornly stated.
Yukito turned his attention the boy his lover was holding off the ground. "Li-kun, do you promise to take care of Sakura-chan all her life? To keep her safe? To never hurt her?"
"Of course!" Syaoran nervously chirped. "I'd die for her!"
"That can be arranged," Touya spat. "If you ever make her regret choosing you, I'll kill you slowly."
"I'd let you," Syaoran returned. "I want to be with her forever."
Touya shoved the boy away, causing him to fall to the ground. "Fine, but you will make her honest when she's here with you."
Yukito smirked. "As if you've ever done it honestly."
"Shut up," Touya barked, before stomping his way across the street to his home.
Yukito helped the boy to his feet. "Welcome to the family."
"Ah, thanks," Syaoran replied shakily.
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Sakura nervously entered her home and let out a chirp of, "I'm home!"
Fujitaka quickly appeared and returned her greeting. "Welcome home. How have you been?"
Sakura blushed under his gaze. "Good. Um..."
"Why don't you get a start to your chores and then help me cook diner?" Fujitaka suggested.
"Ah, sure," Sakura quickly agreed. She dashed up to her room and changed out of her school uniform into more comfortable clothes. She then gathered a pile of her underwear and bras, taking them and placing into the wash. She focused on other odd jobs that were needed to be done around the house, not letting her worries grip her until they were done and she had begun a second wash. With most of her tasks complete, it was time to go to the kitchen and help her father.
Sakura said nothing upon her arrival; she merely looked around to see what her father was making and moved to chop the required vegetables. Before she could pick up the knife, her father hugged her tightly and told her fondly, "I love you."
The girl squirmed a little in his embrace. "Dad... I... I love you, too."
"You are my daughter, and nothing will change that," Fujitaka assured her.
Sakura held onto her father's hands, but couldn't stop looking at her feet. "Um, Dad, Syaoran is seeing what he can do to get us married soon."
"I suppose you'll need my approval for that," Fujitaka surmised.
Sakura nodded, not trusting her voice.
"Do you love him? Do you want to spend the rest of you life with him?" Fujitaka asked tenderly.
"Yes," Sakura replied immediately, but with a mix of emotions in her voice. "I want to be with him always."
Fujitaka bent down a little to kiss the top of her head. "If this is what you truly want, you have my consent."
Tears leaked out of her eyes. "Thank you, Dad."
"Now, was he gentle last night? Did he get you to orgasm?" Fujitaka asked with a slight joking tone.
Sakura instantly began to burn with embarrassment. "DAD?!?"
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Sakura gave a roar of a yawn as she finished her last assignment. She was more than ready to go to bed, but her dry throat wanted something to drink. Shambling her way downstairs she heard someone talking in the living room. She had heard the doorbell about an hour ago, but didn't respond as her father was in a better position to get it and it rang only once. Peaking into the room, she blinked in surprise seeing Syaoran was there with her father.
Syaoran immediately shot to his feet when he spotted her. "Great news, Sakura. My lawyers said there's a way for us to be married tomorrow. We'd have to leave for city hall immediately after school and meet with my lawyers and your father there to complete the paperwork."
Sakura stared at him. "Tomorrow?"
Syaoran nodded.
A half-smile appeared on her face. "We'll be married tomorrow."
Syaoran nodded again.
"Don't worry about the details and identification, I'll take care of that," Fujitaka informed his daughter.
Syaoran walked over to her and whispered into her ear. "I'd stay or take you home, but there are things I need to set up before school so I'll need to go to bed soon so I can get up early."
"I see. Well, I'll see you tomorrow," Sakura replied in a flat tone.
"Tomorrow," Syaoran promised.
Sakura drifted away from him and got her glass of water. She drained in quickly before going back to her room and getting dressed for bed. Sliding under her covers, her wide eyes stared at the ceiling. Her tired body failing to drag her mind into slumber.
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Author's Notes:
Coming Next Week: Chapter 2 - Platinum
Sakura and Syaoran want to get married, but not everyone is willing to just let it happen.