Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Stuck On You ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

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.: I apologize to everyone for the delay of this chapter. I hope that it was well worth the wait. There will be some. . .*smiles evilly showing fangs* he he he. You shall have to wait and see my dears. *laughs madly* um. . .I ALSO DO NOT OWN ANY SAILOR MOON CHARACTERS. . .Naoko Takeuchi is the genius. . .not I. . .not I. . .*tear*

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

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`I should have known that something like this would spread faster than bacteria' Sakura thought bitterly as she walked down the street getting strange looks by passer-bys'.

`You would think that we were giving them a free show or something' she thought, and continued walking with her head held high as she walked inside of `Secret Love', the local veterinarian clinic.

No bells chimed when she walked through the door, instead a happy face greeted her from the doors.

"Sakura! I'm so glad that you came by!" Mamoru called from behind the counter.

"Hey Mamoru, how's it going?" she said, hoping to start a conversation that finally didn't involve the action that happened between Syaoran and her.

"Same old kids asking for more fish because they all flushed theirs down the toilet." Mamoru sighed.

"What? Why in the world would they do that?" Sakura laughed.

Mamoru sighed and unhooked the lock to come from behind the counter.

"Well, after their parents told them that when fish die they go to "Fishy Heaven" when their flushed down the toilet. So, of course, they all think that if they flush Alive fish down the toilet, they'll be free and play with all of the other. . .dead fish." Mamoru shook his head.

"I just don't get the way kids think these days." He walked out and stared down at Sakura, a smile on his face.

"So what did ya come here for, huh? Buying Kero some more food? I swear that dog eats more than I do."

Sakura laughed and shook her head. She walked to the counter and thrust herself up to sit on it.

"I came here to ask for a favor." she said, smiling.

Mamoru's smile did a quick change into an uncertain frown, his eyebrow quirked up.

"A. . .favor?" he asked uncertainly.

"Does this have anything to do with you and that new guy? I knew that he was trouble the moment I met him. The bastard. Did he do anything to hurt you? I swear Sakura, if he did just tell me and I'll make sure that he'll never see the light of day again. You just tell me and I'll-"

"Mamoru! Stop!" Sakura yelled, stopping him mid rant.

Mamoru stopped and blinked. He stared at Sakura, waiting for an answer.

"Why do You know what happened? And. . .when did you meet Syaoran?" she asked.

Mamoru walked towards Sakura, a frown on his face.

"So. . .you're already on a first name basis with the jack-ass?" he asked spitefully, standing in front of Sakura.

Her eyes widened and she slapped Mamoru on the shoulder lightly.

"He is not a jack-ass he's actually very-" Sakura caught herself and flushed the tiniest shade of red.

"Okay. . .so he's a jack-ass, but. . .he is Meiling's cousin, and. . .we need to give him a chance. Even if I think that he's up to something." she half thought the last part, but Mamoru heard.

"So you think that he's up to something too? I knew it! I knew that there was something not quite right about him." Mamoru said happily. He didn't like this guy one bit. True he never really talked to the guy, but, he's heard talk and, quite frankly, he didn't like the rumors that were starting about him and Sakura.

"What are you thinking?" Sakura asked looking up at him. Even though she was sitting on the counter, Mamoru was still a good inch higher than her.

"Nothing that you need to worry about. I just heard things."

"Things? What things? Bad things?"

"You always manage to find a flaw in everything don't you?" Mamoru smiled.

"Well. . .I lived with it. I guess that's why I'm the only one in the group that still isn't married." Sakura laughed a bit at that.

"But back to the matter at hand, what talk?" her face was suddenly serious as she waited to Mamoru to answer.

"Just talk. You know how this town gets with rumors." he walked behind the counter and through the door entering a small area which held all sorts of pet food and toys. Sakura followed him in, determined to get some answers.

"What talk?" she asked again.

"About you." he said sighing, turning to look at her.

"And Li." he ran a hand through his hair.

Sakura stopped cold. Her feet planted into the ground of the store. Her heart raced. `About me and Syaoran? Shit' she thought gravely.

"What are they saying about me and Syaoran?"

"That. . .you know. . .you're together now. And how. . .well. . .he's the next in line to inherit the Li Clan and he's only here to. . .you know. . ." Mamoru stumbled over his words. He seemed reluctant to continue the sentence, but the look that Sakura gave him forced him to continue.

"He's only here to get some "recreation"." he said, hoping that Sakura would get the picture and not pick this time to be dense.

"You mean. . ."

"Yes!" Mamoru sighed, relief cleansed through his body, thanking God that she understood.

"Fishing?"

"NO! He's just here to get into your pants and then leave you like a ton of bricks while he goes on fucking some other girl!" he finally shouted. Anger swept through his body, he knew that it was only talk and that it probably wasn't true. . .but the smallest percentage that it could still bobbled through his mind. He doesn't want some bastard screwing around with Sakura.

Suddenly his left cheek stung and his face swung violently to the right. He knew that it was coming so he didn't bother preparing for it. He touched his left cheek to feel the painful sting that would leave a red mark on his face as he looked at Sakura. he could see by the way trembled that she was filled with rage.

"HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT ABOUT SOMEONE YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW?!" Sakura screamed. Her body was filled with disgust. She couldn't and wouldn't believe what he just said. Syaoran couldn't do that, not that she was defending Him, she was defending his. . .honor. Yes. His and Meiling's honor. Because Meiling was one of her best friends' and Syaoran was her cousin. There family, and Meiling would never do that. And she wouldn't believe that Syaoran would ever do the same. She just had to make Mamoru see that. And convince herself at the same time.

"I deserved that." he said calmly.

"Yes you did. I can't believe that you would say such a horrible thing about someone! You should know that it's only talk dammit! You should know by now that the rumors in this town are never true." She said, anger still radiated off of her small body. But Sakura wasn't one to hold a grudge for long, and couldn't stay mad for long at Mamoru of all people.

"I know, I know but if there was some truth-"

"There is no truth." Sakura interrupted. Then a thought popped into her head.

"Who told this rumor. Do you remember by chance?" she asked.

Mamoru thought for a second before his face turned red and he groaned out loud.

"Izunima." they both answered together.

Izunima was always the talk of the town. Mostly because she was the one who started every possible rumor there was. Nothing that came out of that woman's mouth was a fact. She likes to find a primary target, and go at it full force. She worked for the local newspaper for some time before she got fired for "misleading information". She was definitely not one to be trusted.

Suddenly Sakura started to laugh. Now it made sense! She knew that Syaoran couldn't possibly be like that. He didn't seem like the type that would do that to her. `What the hell? He doesn't seem like the type of guy that would do that to Anyone. Not me. No. . .where the hell did that come from. Snap outta it girl!' Sakura's thoughts got hold of her and she started to think completely irrational thoughts.

"Sakura?" Mamoru asked, snapping Sakura out of her trance like state.

"Yea. I'm good. I just. . .blanked out there for a second." She said laughing.

"So. . .you're not mad at me. For saying that I mean. It's just when I heard it I was so mad at that bas-guy that all I thought about was him hurting you. I'm sorry." he said, his eyes telling Sakura that he was genuinely sorry.

Sakura smiled. How could she stay mad at him? She has known Mamoru for a long time and she counted him as one of her best friends. He was soo cute with dark brown hair falling softly over his dark coffee colored eyes. He was a little bit younger than Sakura, but that didn't' mean he was any less intelligent to talk to. He was also very advanced for his age. He was a tall lean guy, with a muscular build, it was a surprise he didn't have a girlfriend yet. But this was why Sakura was here in the first place.

"Say. . .Mamoru?" she started, slyness hidden in her voice.

"What is it?"

"Are you going to be at the "Midnight Escapade" tonight?" she asked.

The "Midnight Escapade" was the local bar they had in town. Everyone who was anyone went there when they were right of age.

"Sure, why not? Why do you wanna know?"

"Well, it's just that I heard Usagi might be coming too."

She watched his eyes snap to attention at the mention of the name. `Just like I thought'

Usagi Tsukino was a young girl around Mamoru's age. She was a cute girl with long blond hair and deep pools of blue eyes. Her long hair was always tied into two buns at the top of her head, while the rest of her hair flowed from them. Mamoru used to always make fun of her, calling them "cow- tails" instead of "pig-tails", and for many years, that was the bases of all their conversations. Now, it seemed that the disdain they held for each other was a cover-up for the fact that they both liked each other. And tonight, Sakura was going to play match-maker.

Earlier that day, Usagi, quite literally, ran into Syaoran and decided to show him around town, starting with the local saloon. As soon as she mentioned that Sakura would be coming with them, he quickly agreed to go.

"Usagi. . .she's coming?" he asked timidly.

Sakura nodded and smiled, "She might be. So you have to come. I'll see you there!" Sakura said. Not waiting for a reply, she ran out of the store and down the street to her bookshop.

`Shit Sakura, why me?' he thought.

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`Why me, God?' Usagi thought helplessly to herself as she watched Sakura and Mamoru zigzag through the crowds of people to get back to their table.

`It's enough that I got dragged into this, but now Sakura is going to saddle me up with the hot Mamoru? Is this completely necessary?'

Talk about overload.

She shifted uncomfortably in her chair and she found herself sitting upright, pulling her shoulders back more causing her breasts to push up very noticeably.

Her skin grew warmer by the second and every hair on her body seemed to stand on end and every nerve ending in her body pulsed in anticipation. To occupy her hands, which now became itchy to touch his hard body, she reached for the edge of her dress to twiddle with it. This was becoming unbearable to her. She might not show it many times to him, but she wanted him. Bad.

Well, tough noogies. Because she was tougher, and stronger, than her raging hormones seem to put on. Trying hard not to look like an infatuated buffoon, she keep on a cool smile when Sakura and Mamoru walked up to the table.

"Look who I found at the bar." Sakura said, stroking down Mamoru's arm.

"Mamoru." Usagi said, hoping that her cool smile would hide the snarl she was about to bite out. She was shocked at the unconventional urge she had to break her friend's fingers if she didn't let go of Mamoru's arm.

"Usagi." he said, and his eyes were anything but unnoticeable as he looked at her loose hair, the short cut dress she wore and lingered the slightest at her cleavage before noticing Syaoran at the table.

"Li." he gave a short nod towards the man.

And Syaoran's nod was every bit as eerie, "Chiba."

Without bothering to ask who sat where, Mamoru swung around the table and set his beer down. He pulled out the chair that Sakura had been using and plopped down next to Usagi. Hands stuffed in his jean pocket s, he leaned back into his seat, large shoulders invading Usagi's personal space, hard thighs spreading out wide, one leg pressing against hers from knee to hip. Usagi's temperature rose sky high she felt she would self destruct.

Sakura shrugged at having her spot taken, and sat down next to Syaoran.

"Well, hey now, isn't this just cozy?" she said brightly.

Syaoran made an impatient movement as if about to leave from the table, but Sakura just ignored him as she was throughout the evening. She leaned across the table towards Mamoru.

"Hey, wanna dance?" she asked.

He took a fleeting glance at Usagi before turning back to Sakura.

"Sure, why not?" he stood and waited for her to circle the table before placing his hand at the small of her neck and leading her to the dance floor.

Taking a hard swallow to try and get rid of the bitter taste of jealousy she'd love to deny, she turned to Syaoran only to find him staring at the place where Mamoru and Sakura danced.

"I feel like I should apologize." she said.

"This didn't turn out anyway like I imagined."

He turned to face her and shrugged.

"You win some, you loose some." but his gaze barely left the dance floor. A couple of minutes later, his shoulders stiffened and his eyes went desolate.

"Hell, not that snake again."

Usagi turned to see what he was talking about, only to see a man had cut into Sakura and Mamoru's dancing time. Usagi turned around as Mamoru walked back to the table.

But, turning her back towards him didn't make his presence disappear. Warm hands slipped underneath the fall of her hair, and tilted her head upwards. She looked up into his face looming down over hers.

"Wanna dance?" his voice was low and hot and it sent shivers down her spine.

She opened her mouth to refuse, "Sure."

Hell. Where had that come from? She gave an apologetic look towards Syaoran but he didn't even notice, all of his attention was directed towards Sakura, and the dance floor. So with a slight shrug, she stood up and they walked to the dance floor.

They danced for about thirty-five seconds to a fast paced song before the band finished and a slow song quickly began. Mamoru didn't stop to ask if she'd like to sit out, he simply pulled her in, hugging her close to his body. Her insides immediately turned to mush and with a small sigh, she wove her arms around his neck and snuggled her cheek against the place where his chest curved into his collar bone. Inhaling the sent of laundry detergent, she felt, rather than herd, a rumble of satisfaction grumble in his chest. Then he bent his head and rubbed his cheek against the top of her head and she closed her eyes in surrender.

He pulled her closer, and his hands tightened possessively. Oh man, she was in trouble now. Big, big trouble. And she didn't have the good sense to even care. She knew that she had something with him. She just wished that he felt the same, because she wasn't going to give this up. She was going to have it. She just hoped that it wasn't a one-sided love.

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S yaoran watched Sakura slap away the snakes hand from her ass twice before she violently pushed him back and said something that made the man's eyes turn black before she turned and stormed away.

He rose halfway in his seat but his hand brushed against a drawstring bag that had been resting next to his elbow. He felt it and then lowered back into his chair. She'd be back; no self respecting woman would leave her supply of girly goods behind. When he looked back up again, however, he saw that lousy no good snake exit through the bar right after Sakura, and he surged to his feet. He snatched her purse, shoved it into his waistband of his jeans, and headed out the door.

At first glance, the parking lot seemed deserted. Then, he heard voices around the side of the building, and he turned on his heel and headed for the corner. Syaoran kept close to the brick wall, making his way around.

". . .nothing but a Goddamm little tease." He heard an angry male voice lash out right befor he reached the corner.

"How do you figure that?" Sakura's voice demanded.

"Because I haven't jumped at the opportunity to benefit myself of the services you're soo hot to supply?"

"Hey, I could show you a real good time honey. I'm built like a rock."

Syaoran turned the corner to see her backed up against the brick wall, glowering up at the man towering over her.

She made a rude noise, "Wanna know what my definition of build is?" she asked.

"The way this brick wall is build is pretty Goddamm strong. Now back off!"

Instead, the man moved in closer, dropping his hands to grab her shoulders in a too tight grip that she winced, and yanked her up on her toes.

"Listen, you little bitch-"

Seeing those fingers gouge into her delicate flesh and seeing her wince cranked Syaoran's temper into the danger red zone.

"You heard her." he snapped.

"Back Off!"

Both heads jerked around to stare at him, and he had enough time to note that Sakura didn't look all that pepped up about her rescuer.

"Who the hell are you?" the snake demanded.

"The guy who's gonna beat the shit outta you if you don't get your hands off her."

The man spent a moment longer than Syaoran liked sizing him up, and Syaoran lost his cool again.

"NOW!"

"Yeah, big deal." the no good, dirty rotten, low down snake said, dropping his hands and stepping back a bit.

"She's a frigid bitch any how."

Turning on his heel, he turned to leave.

"FRIGID BITCH? I'll show you frigid bitch, you sonofabi- "

Syaoran reached out to grab her shoulder and pushed her aside. He grabbed the shoulder of the snake harshly and flung the guy into the brick wall.

"I believe, you owe the woman, an apology." Syaoran's eyes burned with rage, and he was surprised at the way his sentence came out cool and collected.

The snake, on the other hand, looked like he was going to wet his pants. His eyes where wide and scared as he stared up at Syaoran's dark and angry eyes.

"I'll give you ten seconds." Syaoran bit out.

No words came out of the guy, but a few gurgles escaped his mouth. Having no patience for the incompetent buffoon, Syaoran's hard fist made contact with the side of the man's face in heavy contact. The snake's head whipped harshly to the left and his lip popped and started to bleed heavily.

"That was two seconds! You said ten!" the snake growled, wiping the blood that was leaking down his chin.

"I hate math. I said apologize to her!" Syaoran raged. And for the second time his anger level rose to a boiling point.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" the man shouted, scared shit-less, and the second Syaoran let go of his grip, he bolted out of their way.

Syaoran sighed and shook his head. He turned to look at Sakura and grabbed her chin in his hand, tipping her face up to his, studying every inch of it for any signs of injury or trauma.

"Are you all right?"

She sagged back against the wall.

"Aside from the fact that this has been a crappy night altogether, and happy that you didn't kill that guy because I don't feel like going down to the jail to bail your ass out?" she asked and wearily raked her fingers through her hair.

"Sure, I'm just peachy!"

"Glad to hear that one of us is. I think I aged about ten years when I saw that guy with his ruddy hands all over you."

"Oh right, like you'd give a tiny rats ass about anything that happens to me." she slugged him in the shoulder.

"Who do you think you're fool-mmm."

He'd caught her hand in his and lowered his mouth to hers to cut off the rest of her little speech. His intention was to merely offer her a gentle, healing kiss to show her that not all men were animals.

But maybe that's exactly what he was, because the second that his mouth settled on the softness of her full lips, heat exploded deep in his gut and he found himself pressing her back against the same wall he'd just rescued her from, offering her hot kisses that were wet, deep, and on the edge of loosing control.

He'd never known such a hunger, and he wanted to feed it.

Hell, he wanted to gorge on it. And for a few runaway heartbeats, she kissed him back, her arms clinging, her right knee climbing up the outside of his thigh. But then her foot dropped down to the pavement and she shoved him away to stare up at him through narrowed eyes.

"No." she said flatly, a hand splayed against his chest to hold him off.

"Huh-uh, no way. You're not leading me down that rabbit hole-I'm through with men."

He tried to catch his breath. "You don't kiss like you're through with men."

"Yeah, well you caught me in a weak moment. From now on though, the whole lot of you can just leave me to my own mechanical devices."

He laughed. "Don't you think that might get a tad lonely? And what about batteries? We men have our uses, and I know that I can offer you more than what that jack-ass claimed he had-"

She bit out a laugh and, encouraged, he added, "But I bet I can make you laugh, and I know I can keep you warm when the nights get cold." his voice lowered.

"And I can make you feel things that no mechanical device will ever come close to making you feel."

For all of ten seconds, she stared up at him in interested suspicion. Then her eyes went flat in speculation again.

"Please! Am I supposed to believe that you're madly attracted to me all of a sudden?"

"There's nothing sudden about it, toots. I've been attracted to you since the moment I met you. You were the only women I was actually interested in having a real conversation with."

"Uh-huh, do I look like I was born yesterday, Li?"

"Nope. You look like a fully grown woman to me."

He bent his head and dug his nose into her hair where it brushed away from her temple, inhaling her addictive sent.

"God you smell good."

"Yeah? You know what I smell? Pure, unmodified bullshit."

He laughed and scraped his teeth over her earlobe. She shivered, but raised her hands to push him away.

"This is no bull, Sakura." he whispered into her ear.

"I wanted you then and I want you now. And I'm not going to tip-toe around it, and I don't play games to hide my feelings." He touched the tip of his tongue to the curl of her ear and breathed, "Believe me or not, but one way or the other, I'm going to wear you down."

"Don't hold your breathe." but she quit resisting him. And when his lowered further still to ply kisses down the side of her neck, she suck in a deep breath and tilted her head sideways to give him more access of skin.

Before she could get too comfortable though, he tugged her toward him again, and kissed her gentle this time. Soft. When he heard her resigned sigh, he let her go, stepping back quickly before he took what he really wanted.

"I still want my kiss Sakura." he winked, and the last thing he saw before walking away was a pair of bewildered green eyes peering at him through a veil of auburn curls, eyes that bewitched him-and bothered him, too.

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A. N. Wowzers. I hope this chapter was worth any reading. I tried to get it out as soon as possible but. . .school and practice for the one-acts and. . .my computer just has to pick this time to be all fucked up soo. . .I hope that it was worth your reading. I, myself, must apologize for the way my attitude is. I know I'm not the best when it comes to. . .thinking well of myself. . .but. . .here is a start. *tries really hard* I. . .am a good writer. . . you have no idea how long that took me to write! *laughs* but. . .it's your reviews that keep me going guys. . .so. . .review away! Hehe. Like it? Hate it? Any bad comments you wanna give? Any. . .good comments you wanna give? Wow. . .it's real late. . .once again. . .I HOPE THIS CHAPTER WAS WORTH YOUR READING! Thank you for reading! Toodles! *bows and runs to sleep*