Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Stuck On You ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

Stuck On You

Disclaimer: 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. . .those lucky so and so's. . .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. . .

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

A.N. What's this? Otaku-chan? Oh look, pigies fly too!

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Sakura shivered. The temperature must have dropped a couple of degrees. The wind picked up and the clouds where scattering themselves around the grey sky. It was going to be a cold night-but no one ever said that detective work was easy.

Tucking her flashlight under her arm, he rubbed her hands together to salvage any extra form of heat she could muster. If she were smart, she'd knock on Syaoran's door. Say she'd dropped by for a visit, and plop down right in front of his fireplace. But tonight, she was on a mission. A mission to find out the truth. Braving through out all elements, and against all odds-no matter how reckless-so she could get the goods on her man.

`My man?' she thought, with a shake of her head, "Must be the cold." she whispered, fog puffing out from her mouth.

Coming out here like this was probably the most craziest idea she'd ever come up with in her life, but spying seemed to be the only way to find out what Syaoran did in his extra time. Asking him would have been seen as too suspicious. And with her luck, he'll get the preposterous idea that she was actually interested in him. And. . .although that might have sprinkles of truth written all over it, she certainly did not want that man knowing that fact. So though it was cold, and she was freezing, and she was regretting ever coming out here in the first place, she continued forward.

Aiming her flashlight at the ground, she slowly walked through the dense forest, pushing aside the pine bushes and tiptoeing around anything that might go snap, crackle, or pop. She didn't exactly know where she was going, but the light path of stone and rubble made it slightly easier for her.

She reached the hollow relatively fast, but she still stayed under cover when she saw light on in the old cabin. Meiling had given her all the information she wanted to know but didn't dare ask. She knew where he lived, and it took her all the will power she could muster not to run out of her house. But she had to be patient. She had to wait for the perfect moment. Now surely there was no better time then the now, and present.

When it came right down to it, the place was just a rustic cabin. Built of logs, battered now and in desperate need of a face lift. It had a rock chimney, and a small thing stream of pale grey smoke rose high above it and disappeared slowly into the dark nighttime sky. It didn't look all that mystical. It looked lonely, and forlorn.

Staying close to the trees that loomed high over her, Sakura circled the cabin to find the best location for her to stay incognito for her undercover operation. There were two small windows and a door on the front of the cabin, but just hanging out on the porch would call too much attention on her. The best thing to do would be to stay on the dirt and pine needles, which slightly deafened the sound of her footsteps,

The back of the cabin looked almost identical to the front, only without the porch. Through the window, she could see a kitchen table, a black fridge, a stove and microwave, and through it a tiny glimpse of the living room. Definitely not a good holding place, unless she wanted to know Syaoran's eating habits.

The side of the house that had a chimney on it held three windows. A small opening that looked like it might be positioned inside a shower stall, on looking directly into the bedroom, and the other into the living room. Not only did that one offer a clear view of the main room in the house, but through it she could also see the bedroom and its all dark green king sized bed.

That, she decided, was the absolute perfect place to play Peeping Tom.

Moving stealthily, she made her way towards the house, keeping a sharp eye out on the windows and front door for any sudden movements. What she was going to look for when she got to the house was anybody's guess. She didn't know what she was looking for just quite yet. . .a rifle maybe, or a list of female suckers who could be hoodwinked with very little effort by a handsome hunk. She still hasn't come up with any vindication if she was caught by him. But that was why she was extra careful to watch the windows and doors.

Then again, she might find out a list of people he has blackmailed. Or a list of people he is planning to kill. . .or take advantage of.

Sakura laughed. Who was she fooling? She'd come here tonight hoping to find that the man who turned her on was a man she could trust.

A silhouette crossed between the window and Sakura dashed behind the lone tree in the clearing. Swallowing hard to keep her heart still, she peered around the Cherry Blossom's trunk and stole a glance at the shadowy figure. Syaoran stood in front of the window, looking around as if he'd heard something. She'd tried being as quiet as she can, but maybe he was trained to listen for near silent footsteps in the night.

Just like a Little Wolf.

When Syaoran turned and walked away, Sakura sneaked out from behind the tree, taking on small step after another to get closer to the house.

Damm if Syaoran didn't come back to the window and damm if she didn't have to dart behind the tree again and sneak a peek around the trunk.

Syaoran swung a guitar in front of him, which was the last thing Sakura expected from him. He swiveled his hips around and around, adding a wicked pelvic thrust here and there. Sakura sighed. Syaoran's Elvis routine was very, very nice. Of course, what he was doing could be a very sensual way to distract a spy. Maybe he'd sensed her behind the tree. Maybe he was trying to mesmerize her, to divert her attention until he could come up with his own plan of attack.

If that was his intention, the slow, sexy roll of his hips was working quite well.

And then he strummed the guitar. He might as well have dragged his fingernails across a blackboard, Sakura thought, as a shiver raced up her spine. Did he actually think that he could play? The second note tinged loud and sharp. She could have sworn that a coyote howled in the distance.

A raven swooped down from the top of a pine and landed on he ground in front of the window, as if he'd come down for the show. A couple of caterpillars wiggled heir way over the house and settled on the side panel. Even a squirrel peeked over the top of the roof.

Maybe. . .there was some mystical qualities to this place, after all. Or maybe it was Syaoran's animal magnetism, which had attracted her in spite of everything she suspected.

When Syaoran finished his tune, at last, he stared out the window and grinned. Then, as if the show he'd already put on hadn't been enough, he raised a fisted hand toward his mouth. Was. . .that supposed to represent a microphone? And he drawled, "Thank you. Thank you, very much."

Sakura giggled. It was an accident. A completely ridiculous and rookie mistake for a spy to make, and she knew another giggle was about ready to burst out. She clapped a hand over her mouth just as Syaoran flipped on the outside lights, pressed his nose to the window and stared out. He looked right, then left, and finally left with a shake of his head.

`That was too close for comfort' Sakura thought. She waited until the count of twenty, and when he didn't return to the window, she hunched down low and ran toward the chimney side of the house.

Crouching low under the window, Sakura listened for any sound from inside. Except for the sound of music from the radio, it was quite. Slowly, she stretched up just enough to peek through the window and saw Syaoran lounging lazily on a black leather sofa. He was barefoot, and his legs were propped up on a glass coffee table, ankles crossed.

Nice toes and nice feet. They kept time with the music playing in the background and she couldn't help but smile.

Spying definitely had its up side.

A black cat leapt up on the back of the couch and stretched out behind Syaoran's head. It hovered over him as if it too, wanted to read the murder book Syaoran read by the dark green side table lamp.

She willed her eyes to look away from Syaoran and decided that it was time to do some work.She did a quick scan of the room. Nothing out of the ordinary, she noticed. It was pretty bare for the most part. A couch, lamp looming over it, a brown dusty clock hanging on the wall ticking every so often, an old coffee table that looked like it was decaying before her very eyes, a cow as a cookie jar, and a fire crackling in the fireplace. And yet she saw no gun. No handcuffs, or brass knuckles laying helplessly on the coffee table. No rope, gun, or `Murdering For Dummies' handbook sprawled out in the open.

The living room meshed into the kitchen. Nothing out of the ordinary in their either. A little less then half a dozen empty bottles of Shujou beer sat in an orderly line on top of the bar, and a few small bowls for the cat sat on the floor.

Other then the obvious, the two rooms were shockingly very bare. Even the bedroom, which she saw from the corner of her eye looked rather meager. But she knew exactly what he was up to. It was obvious. He was the kind that liked to travel light so when he was done with his business, he could make a clean getaway.

Finally, Syaoran put the book back down on the couch, stood up and stretched, making the muscles in his arms bunch and bulge. Sakura held her breath and watched in awe.

He walked over to the bedroom, pulling his black shirt over his head as he moved. Sakura took a deep breath and let it out slowly, fogging up the glass as she stared wide eyed at him. She quickly wiped a small portion of the window with her index finger, not wanting to miss a second of Syaoran's striptease.

Even though she'd cleared most of the fog from the window, getting a perfect view was tricky, but what she saw of Syaoran's back side was utterly amazing. His skin was tanned a deep, intense bronze. His shoulders were broad, tapering down to slim waist and hips.

He tossed the shirt into a hamper on the far side of the room, and with perfect aim, it went in. Watching him was sheer pleasure, so blissful that the blood rushing through her veins turned to warm honey, heating her chilled nose and toes.

When Syaoran's fingers dove for the waistband on his jeans, she knew what was coming next. He was going to slowly unzip his jeans, torturing her, teasing her, making the warm honey inside her bubble and boil. Maybe she shouldn't look.

Okay, maybe she should.

This was a stakeout after all. No stone shall be left unturned.

Standing just outside the bedroom door, Syaoran pulled his jeans off on leg at a time. It was all she could do to breathe. What on earth would come over her when he turned around?

Black boxers settled low on his hips, and when he twisted to the left, she caught her first glimpse of a scar ripping from his shoulder blade down toward his tail-bone.

She bit her lip as she thought of the unbearable pain he must have gone through when he'd been injured. She pictured the blood and Syaoran lying in a dark alley, close to death. If he was a killer or murderer or, what ever she thought now, she shouldn't care, but she did, more than she ever dreamed possible.

He strolled toward the bathroom, and Sakura quietly inched her way to the bedroom window for a better view, and what a view it was. Syaoran's shoulder and arm muscles flexed when he opened the shower door and turned on the water. She could just picture him, wet and slippery, his chestnut hair so dark with water it's almost black as it's slicked back from his chiseled features, water swirling down his chest, over his belly button, and delicious places further south. It was ridiculous of her to want to steal into that shower with him, but not only did she want to actually See that body wet and slippery, but she wanted to Feel it too.

Steam filled the shower stall, and heat crept up Sakura's cheeks, turning into sizzling hot flames of passion when Syaoran's fingers dipped under the waistband of his shorts. This was it. The moment when she really should turn away.

She could get arrested for this.

Thrown into jail. . . but what a memory she'd take with her!

Thwack!

The bathroom door slammed shut, blocking the rest of Syaoran's naked form completely from her view.

Disappointed, she held in a heavy sigh. `Okay' she thought, `this is my chance to get back on track' Now was her time to make her move. While he was in the shower, she could really use this opportunity to do some snooping. As long as she keeps her mind away from the running water turned on in the shower and the man in their, and keep her mind on what was really at hand. Finding out Syaoran's dirty little secret. Something that could prove he robbed a bank, or some evidence that showed he murdered his arch-rival.

Or maybe, just maybe, something that would prove he was just a nice guy, a normal guy - even if he was a normal guy who had the body of Atlas and a scar on his back that left her mind reeling with different conclusions about someone who had tried to cut him in half with a machete.

She shivered at the thought.

Shaking her head, she quickly made her way toward the front door, inching slowly across the porch as quietly as her tennis shoes would let her.

One twist of the boor knob told her the front door was locked. A slight snag in her perfect plan to find out the truth. She hadn't thought of what would happen if the door was locked. She automatically assumed that he was the type of guy that would leave the door open. He also looked like the type of guy who would shoot whomever entered his domain with a rifle without thought.

A second later, frustration hit her when she tried one window and then the other, only to find them both shut good ant tight. Slipping off of the porch, she crept to the window next to the chimney. She managed to wriggle her fingers underneath the loose wood to try and lift it.

And then she heard it. The sound coming from inside of the bushes.

Swish, swish. Swish, swish.

Her jaw tightened. `Oh. Shit' The last thing she needed was a bull moose in her life, especially now, of all times! All it had to do was make some kind of horrid noise, bring Syaoran out of the shower to see what the hell was going on, and she'd be history. Dead as the door knob that wouldn't budge.

"Go away." She whispered. Hoping it would hear the pleading in her voice and leave her alone.

Swish, swish. Swish, swish.

She ignored the moose and worked on the window pane some more. Too many coats of old paint piled up on one another had pretty much sealed it shut, but it gave a little. With just the right amount of pressure, she should be able to. . .

Grrrrrr.

`For the love of God' Sakura swallowed hard. That growl certainly did not come from a moose.

She twisted her head and looked behind her. Two pair of glowing yellow eyes greeted her with a glare. Two sets of vicious, nasty, vile, flesh-tearing teeth gaped out of wide open and drooling jaws. Two massive brown bodies with humps on their shoulders stood on all fours in the clearing, and they looked, not only ready to charge, but to rip apart the flesh from her very bones.

Grizzlies. Gigantic, ferocious, man-eating grizzlies.

Sakura tried to gulp, but nothing would go down; she was too petrified to scream.

`Fuck. Fuck. Fuckityfuckfuckfuck. Think. Think, think'

If she stood perfectly still they might ignore her and go back to where they came from. Then again, they might charge, then devour her bit by tasty bit.

She tried to remember what the people on the television would do if they were ever caught in this situation. Lie down on the ground and pretend to be dead right? Isn't that what they always say just in case you ever run into. . .any wild animal? She considered doing this for all of one second before she remembered; all the people that said this were either in the hospital or dead because of their stupidity.

With her back against the cabin, with her green eyes attempting to stare down the fierce beasts, she shoved her fingers under the window and tried to lift, but the damm thing wouldn't budge.

She tried again. Nothing. One more try, and if that didn't work, she was going to plow her sweatshirt-covered elbow through the glass, scream at the top of her lungs, and hope and pray she could crawl through the broken window or that Syaoran would rescue her.

`Open damm it! Open!' She pushed, and shook, and pushed again, and at last the window broke loose and slid all the way up. Spinning around quickly, she hoisted herself up and flew through the opening. A second later she slammed he window shut and stared outside.

The grizzlies hadn't moved an inch, their jaws were slack, their eyes not quite so beady. From the safety of Syaoran's living room they looked like a couple of big old cuddly teddy bears out for a leisurely stroll.

She took one long, deep breathe. And another one for good measure. A slight smile touched her face. She was inside. The water was still running in the shower, which meant she could still snoop. She'd worry about getting past the bears when it came time to hightail it outta Grizzly Hollow.

The bedroom seemed like the best place to start. She'd scan it quickly while Syaoran was in the shower, then move on. She turned to her right, started to make her move, but a dark eerie shadow blocked the doorway, and the barrel of a rifle stared her straight in the face.

To Be Continued.

A.N. Okay. . .so I had a different idea and the story will be a tidbit more longer then is. . .so the romance isn't quite here yet, but it's coming. . .NOW Tis Warned Thee. . .NEXT Chapter Is Full Of Things Citrus And Lemony. . .coughs I'm going to die aren't I? . . .burns