Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Stuck On You ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Stuck On You

Disclaimer: Jesus. . .how many fucking times do I have to do this?! What ever is left of my ego is Going Down The Whole! I DO NOT own the wonderful anime Card Captor Sakura. Nor do I own the actual book "Stuck On You". CCS is owned by Clamp. . .the lucky bastards. . .And "Stuck On You" is written by Patti Berg. Now Leave Me Be!

Summary. A man who doesn't believe in love and a woman who doesn't trust it find out just how wrong they can be. . .

A.N.: Nani?! Another chapter?! The world must surely be ending. . .

Warning. . .This Does Contain Lemon! Read At Your Own Risk. . .

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Syaor an stopped to look inside another store. He figured that if he was on his little "vacation", he might as well buy something for his family which consisted on four very annoying, very pestering, very nosy sisters. But either way, he loved them, and he knew that if he didn't get them anything they would rip him apart limb by limb.

So here he was. . .in Tomoeda's biggest tourist trap. . .trying to buy something "cute" for his sisters.

He walked through the aisles and looked on the poorly dusted shelves that contained porcelain figurines. He stopped when he saw something that caught his eye.

A sign that said "Precious Moments" hung above the tiny statues. A little boy and girl holding flowers where sitting together on a small bench.

`Cute' he thought picking it up.

He was a sucker for this kind of stuff. He wasn't however a sucker for books.

He looked at the bag he held in his right hand. He never had the time for reading, unless it were stock market quotes. Otherwise, he had no use for it. The only reason he'd actually paid the money of nearly one hundred bucks was the woman. Sakura Kinomoto thrust her belly button ring in his face and rendered him helpless.

He would've bought anything she'd offer to him.

There was something about Sakura Kinomoto that triggered in his heart. Something that made him act like some ultra-macho jack-ass when he was in her presence. . .but what? Honest, he'd never felt that was or acted like that toward any woman before. Why now? Sure he had his share of girlfriends, but they were just after his money and the multi-dollar man, just so that they could go and brag that they had nabbed the famous Li Clan leader.

Syaoran sighed. He liked the tall, leggy showgirl types. And. . .Sakura was anything but. Running his fingers through long, silky hair had been one of his favorite pastimes, but there was no way his fingers could go an inch through Sakura's hair without getting tangled up in a mess of auburn curls.

But damm if he didn't find her cute. Not beautiful, not amazingly stunning. Sakura, with her bright green mesmerizing eyes was. . .well, cute.

Of course, that belly ring affixed to a flat stomach and sexy abs, Sakura Kinomoto was definitely a hot little number.

Something in his heart stirred whenever he saw, or thought about her. His sisters would say that it was love, but there was no such thing as love. It's just a myth, not existing. It's just something that the Greeting Card industry invented so that everyone would buy their cards. A form of lust, yes maybe. But love? That wasn't possible.

Throughout life, he was pushed to the limits with his training to become the next leader of the Li Clan. And now he was the boss of his own industry, and had a black belt in martial arts. Although, he exceeded even that level. He was far more advanced mentally and physically for his level, and he knew for a fact, that love, did not exist. And he would stick to that, until he had a reason not too.

He picked up a couple of the porcelain figures and went up front to pay. He groaned when he saw the line. He wasn't a very patient man, all he wanted was pay and get outta there.

`Well. . .' he thought. `A great time to look over the books I bought. . .there should be seven' he thought dejectedly.

He placed the figures he took on a nearby counter and opened the bag.

He counted six.

"God damm. . ." he muttered.

"I must've forgotten one of them back at the store."

He looked in front to see that the line has not moved yet. The cashier was apparently new and had no idea what she was doing. He sighed and figured that if he went to get the book back, and then buy the presents, he would still be in the same spot.

Leaving the figures on the counter, he left the store and headed back to Sakura's book shop.

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He pushed the door of Sakura's shop open, and entered to feel the cool air- conditioned air flow around him.

"Couldn't get enough of me could ya?"

He turned his face to see Sakura bent over the front counter smirking at him.

He raised an eyebrow for an answer.

"I seem to have forgotten my book here." he said, walking toward her, putting the bag he held on the counter.

"Oh. . .well then, let's find it shall we?" she asked, walking out from behind the counter, past him, and to the front of the shop where they were when she gave him the books.

His eyes were glued to her, burning a memory in his mind.

She stopped and turned around.

"Why are you staring at me?" she suddenly felt self-conscious of herself, but stared at him suspiciously.

"Why not? You've got a great walk. A little sway, a little wiggle. Any man in his right mind would watch."

"Men." she whispered disgusted.

"Their all the same."

She turned and kept continued to walk.

"Wait a sec." he called after her. And as if his voice held some magical powers, she stopped and turned to look at him agitated.

He troubled her. She was sure that she couldn't trust him. But no man had made her burn like this before.

He moved toward her, carefully.

"You're scared of me, aren't you?"

She trembled on the inside, but kept her shoulders stiff.

"What makes you say that?"

"You shake whenever I'm near. You start babbling. About scones and low-fat milk, even chocolate. You start breathing hard. Either you're scared of me or-" he grinned.

She wanted to slap that silly-ass grin off of his handsome face.

"I'm not afraid of you. And get your mind out of the gutter." she said harshly, making his grin widen.

"You stare at me for God knows how long trying to sum me up and you still decide that I'm some brutal, ruthless creep."

"Don't forget cocky and brash." she added.

A wicked grin spread across his face.

"Want me to show you cocky and brash?"

"Isn't that what you're doing right now?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips.

"Kissing you right here, right now so that all the people that pass by this shop would be cocky and brash."

Sakura's heart sped up and her breathe caught.

"No. I'm sure that, that would be completely irrelevant." she got out. Surprisingly, he didn't hear the loud beating of her heart thumping against her chest.

"Why? Do you often kiss men in the middle of you shop for all people to see?"

"Of course not!" she yelled angrily. The nerve of him!

"Then I'd be the first?" he asked, smirking like the devil, his eyebrow raised.

"Yes, but you're not going to kiss me." she stated, and he took it as a challenge.

"I might."

"Why?" a lump rose in her throat. "Just to prove your point?"

"Partially. Maybe I just want to kiss you for no other reason then pure selfish pleasure."

"I doubt that."

She turned once again. She was soo close to the book shelf but a strong arm fastened around her waist, spun her around, and dragged her decidedly short body up to his exceedingly tall one, until her toes were far from the ground, and their eyes met. She struggled against him, but it was useless. How could a poor, innocent lamb possibly fight against the big bad wolf?

Instead trying to fight it, she glared fiercely at him.

"What the Hell do you think you're doing?!"

"I'm taking up the challenge you've generously bestowed upon me." he replied.

"What kinds of things do you think they'll say when they see us like this?" he added.

"That you're a brute."

"Maybe, but then again, they could say how you were flirting with me this morning. How you flaunted that cute little butt of yours, not to mention the sweetest belly button I ever laid eyes on."

"I didn't!" she screamed.

"No?" his eyebrow shot up again.

"You climbed that ladder of yours so I could get a better look."

"I climbed that dammed ladder so that we could talk eye-to-eye." she reasoned.

"Like we're doing now?" he countered.

"This isn't the same at all. This morning we were having a civil conversation, now you're holding me against my will."

"You're not struggling against it. Maybe you like it up here?" he smiled that smile again, and Sakura didn't know whether to glare or to turn into a pile of mush.

She decided on a glare. She looked him straight in his piercing amber eyes.

"You're bigger than I am. What good would struggling do?" she cried.

"Not much." He said, smirking.

The silence that came after was broken by Sakura.

"So are you going to kiss me or not?" she asked, she was becoming impatient and the position they were in was not good be in for passer-bys. She wanted out of his arms so the disturbing stirring in her stomach would end. She didn't want to think about what it could mean.

"Should I?" In all honest truth, letting down the feisty auburn girl was the furthest from his mind at the moment. He found it hard to believe, but he liked the feel of her against him. She had a type of wildness that clung about her. A fiery energy that came real damm close to making him smile, and it had been a hell of a long time since a mere conversation with a woman had made him smile.

"I thought that was your original plan. Kiss me. Embarrass me." she gritted her teeth.

"Why don't you just do it and get it over with, then I can get your book back and you can leave."

"I've got the feeling people would talk more if I don't kiss you. They would wonder why, and when I'll do it, and if I don't, why I didn't."

"Fine! Then let them wonder." she was getting tired of his smart remarks. But she had to admit, never had a man kept her on her toes. Never had she wanted to fight with a man just to know what his answer would be.

"Maybe you'll wonder too?" he asked, looking into her fierce emerald eyes. She was the first women that didn't completely fall under his spell at first glance. The first women that ever made him curious, and the first that ever made him feel the need to annoy.

"I'll be rejoicing." she said, sarcasm evident in her voice.

He grinned, his eyes zooming in on her face.

"Have you ever wondered what shade of green your eyes are?"

"What? Where the hell did that come from?"

"Nowhere. I was just wondering. A light emerald, or forest green."

"Well you better figure out now, cuz you'll never going to get this close to me again."

"Is that a challenge?"

"It's a statement of fact."

He chuckled. "I prefer challenges. The tougher the better."

"Just let me down" she sighed, her voice started to quaver.

He thought about the demand for the longest time. His dark amber eyes glinting mysteriously.

"All right. . .for now."

His hold on her relaxed slightly and she started to slide down his body.

"Stop! Oh, God, Stop!!"

Syaoran's arms tightened around her again, keeping her flat against his chest.

"Giving up already?"

"No! I'm. . .I'm stuck."

His eyebrows drew together. "Stuck?"

"On you dammit! My belly ring's caught on. . .Fuck! It's caught around the button of your jeans."

The irony of the situation was unbearable. The only possible thing he could do is laugh, and laugh he did, the sound ringing throughout the quant little store.

"I don't see how this is a laughing matter!" she hissed, swinging her legs around his waist for extra support and dug her hands between their waists in an attempt to free herself.

"You know. . .if I'm not mistaken," Syaoran said, moving on of his hands under her butt which, unfortunately, wasn't covered by her short skirt.

"We're closer together now then we were before."

"Not for long." Sakura bit out as she worked at his button and her belly ring.

"And if you do anything funny with that hand of yours so help me God I'll-"

"Which hand?" he asked, too innocent even for him.

"The one playing with my bottom."

I'm supporting you, not playing. But since you insisted that I'm soo cocky and brash, I think that I'll take this time to figure out if the panties I've accidentally come across are silk, satin, or lace"

"Silk and if you finger makes on more swirl over my derriere, so help me I'll. . .I'll-"

"What color?"

"What do you mean what color?!" she asked, incredulously.

"The silk."

She glared with heightened anger at him. Half a second later she freed her belly from his button.

"Let Me Down. Now." she demanded.

"I take it this means you're not going to tell me what color your panties are?" he asked.

"Never."

He chuckled and let her body slide down his until her feet were safely planted on the floor.

"Never say never Sakura. Not around me. You never know."

She took one more look at the silly-ass grin on his face and stormed away from him to the wall of books. She grabbed a copy of the book that was lying alone on the self. Figuring that it was the one that he was missing she grabbed it and held it out to him in an outstretched hand. Grinning, he took the book, and his bag, and walked toward the door.

She thought that he was going to leave without another word, but instead he turned and looked at her underneath dark lashes.

"I'll be back Sakura. And the next time we meet, I fully expect my kiss." he gave her a sexy grin and winked.

"Get Out!" Sakura shrieked, a blush staining her cheeks as she pointed a red manicured finger to the door.

He chuckled and left the store, the chimes ringing softly behind him.

Sakura was furious.

`He's unbelievable!' she thought.

Despite it all, a slow grin spread across her face as she tugged down her skirt over her red silk panties and stormed over to a futon near the back of her store and plopped down.

`What had happened?' Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it would escape. She drew in a deep shaky breath. She needed to get her head straight. She needed to sort out her priorities. She had no feeling for that. . .that man what-so-ever.

None.

She detested him. He was a brute and mean and damm it he was turning out to be like every other blasted man on the dammed planet. He was probably a thief to boot.

Then why couldn't she stop thinking about him?

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A.N. erm. . .yea. . .*burns again*