Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Stuck On You ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )

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. Can it possibly be? Yes! Finally, they're getting down to the good stuff. Kekeke. I'm gonna regret writing this.

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Sakura screamed, the sound so loud and ear shattering that her own ears popped. Syaoran and the big black rifle became a giant blur of sound and color. Fear pulsed through her. She shut her eyes tightly, unwanted tears built up in the corners of her eyes blurring to keep from seeing the explosion or her blood spurting out everywhere.

She let out a second near earth splitting scream, and a wet hand clamped over her mouth.

The explosion never came. Pain didn't shoot throughout her body. She didn't drop to the floor in pool of her own blood. But she did feel the pressure of fingers on lips and heard the sound of hard breathing that wasn't her own.

Opening her eyes one at a time slowly, she saw Syaoran standing over her, tall, muscular, and very menacing. . .well. . .sort of. Dark hair dripped over his narrowed, angry eyes, down the bridge of his nose and over his chin. Drops of water coursed over his body, and she followed one dammed drop drip down his broad, muscled chest, over his belly button, over. . .

Sweet Mother Of God! He was bare naked!

Sakura latched unto Syaoran's hand and tugged it off her mouth violently.

"If you're going to kill me, at least have the decency to do it fully clothed!" she lashed out through gritted teeth.

She saw the flames ignite in his eyes. "If I planned to kill you, I would have done it long before now."

"Then why the hell were you pointing that gun at me, and in the nude, I might add?"

"To shoot the grizzlies I Thought had broken in. If I'd known You were breaking in, I might have gotten dressed first and I sure as hell wouldn't have gotten a rifle."

"So, now that you know what really is going on," she sucked in a deep breathe to calm her beating heart. Even though he'd set the safety on the rifle and it was no longer pointed at her head, she carefully pressed a trembling fingertip to the end of the disgusting thing and pushed it much further away.

"Are you gonna get rid of that gun and get dressed?"

"Not until I know why you broke in."

"I didn't break in."

His eyebrow quirked up, and a drop of water slid down his nose. "No?"

"No!" she lied. "I was escaping a couple of vicious and ugly bears. I'm appalled that you would even suggest that I would do a horrible thing as to break in." she feigned innocence.

Syaoran's head looked toward the window. Another drop of water zipped down his body. And in spite of her anger, she was extremely tempted to watch the speeding drop to see where it landed, but she forced her eyes to break away from his most impressive body and peered outside.

The bears were wrestling in the well lit clearing, tumbling, clawing and biting each other. Grunting and snorting as they played in mud and dirt.

Oh sure, they looked harmless. . .now.

"Okay, so you were escaping the bears," he said, glaring at her, "but that doesn't really tell me why you're here in the first place."

"I thought that you would enjoy some company."

"Do you frequently come to visit your friends, unannounced I might add, and at ten p.m.?"

"Not as a rule."

"Why me then?"

"Most of the men I know work for a living and they're usually in bed by ten." she smiled slightly. "You're here for vacation. I thought you might still be up."

He glared at her for the longest time. And after a while, she started to glare right back at him, watching yet another trickle of water slip down to his nose and over his chin before it splashed down on the floor.

He looked out the window again, to the bears still outside playing around. When he turned back, his eyes bore down on her.

"This place is a good fifteen miles from town. You're not going to tell me you walked all of the way here are you?"

She wouldn't dare lie. And an outrageous lie like that would surely be proven wrong quickly.

"I drove."

"Where's your car?"

"In the trees." she shrugged back her shoulders as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"The trees?" he chuckled. It wasn't even a cynical chuckle either. Kind of like a I-can't-believe-I'm-hearing-this kind of snort.

"The road up here leads to the front of the house. That's were normal visitors usually park their cars, so why on God's green earth did you park your car, in the trees?"

She smiled too innocently, which seemed to be the best defense at this point in time. "I thought I'd surprise you."

Her eyes trailed down his body, settled for an instant on his hips and. . .some points in between, then moved slowly back to his still angry eyes.

"Apparently I did."

Anger was quickly replaced by irritation, but at last he set the rifle atop the fireplace mantel. With one more exasperated shake of his head, he turned his back on her and headed for the bedroom.

"Don't go anywhere." he ordered and slammed the door behind him.

`Like I would go anywhere with those bears around' Sakura thought. `Besides, I came here to find some things out, not to go running away when I'm here already'

She took a look around the room until her eyes settled on a desk. Rushing towards it, she opened the top drawer quietly and rummaged around for anything suspicious, like a handgun, handcuffs, a list of suspects he was planning to kill, a murdering handbook. . .Unfortunately, or quite fortunately, it was nearly empty. Only some pens, paper clips, erasers, some pencils, and a few maps of Tomoeda and the surrounding area's.

Closing it gently, she opened a smaller side drawer and found a stack of empty diary-type notebooks. Along with it, a manila file folder with `House Stuff' scribbled in red ink on the tab, and. . .

"What the hell are you doing now?"

What could she possibly tell him? That she was looking for evidence that he was a dirty rotten scoundrel. A thief, or a murderer. . .or maybe a nice guy? She didn't think so.

Syaoran's fingers clamped around her wrist as she spun around. His eyes were narrowed. Her eyes widened in shock and surprise. Staring at him now, dressed in only a pair of dark blue jeans, she was suddenly struck with guilt, wariness, and exhilaration all at the same time.

"Okay. . .well. . ." She tried to jerk free, but he held on tight.

"Why don't I just sit out here on the couch and think up of a good answer to give you when morning comes?" she smiled sweetly. "As for you, it's getting late. Why don't' you go to bed?"

He gave a spiteful little chuckle that echoed through the room. "I've got a better idea."

Gripping both of her wrists in one of his big and powerful hands, he reached into the desk's bottom drawer, pulled out a set of hand-cuffs, and slapped one on her wrist.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?!"

"Making sure you don't snoop anymore."

"Why? Do you have something that you want to hide?"

"I have nothing to hide, but I'm sure as hell not going to let some little thief wander around my home all night long looking at things that are none of her business."

"I'm not a thief."

"Well. . .cuffing you is my insurance that you won't become one while you're spending the night with me."

"I'm Not spending the night with you. Not now, not ever."

He dragged her against his bare chest and grinned. "Yeah, you are." That said, he lifted her up into his arms and headed for the bedroom.

"What do you think you're doing now?!"

"Taking you to bed."

"No you're n-" the air suddenly rushed out of her lungs when he abruptly dumped her onto the mattress and hastily clapped the second cuff to the chrome headboard.

"And what do you plan on doing now?" she locked her ankles tightly together.

Syaoran's gaze settled on her protectively tangled legs. He frowned angrily.

"You've got a real optimistic opinion of me don't you?"

"Any man who handcuffs a woman to a bed without her permission is scum in my book."

Syaoran laughed, but there was nothing short of seriousness to his face. "I could have handcuffed you to the drainpipe outside and let the bears have their way with you. But the scum that I am, I've given you my soft and comfortable bed."

"And I should thank you for this?"

He shook his head. "What you should do is enjoy it for the next eight hours or so, until the bears leave."

"I hope you mean I should enjoy it. . .Alone."

He loomed over her. "What Were you doing creeping around here in the first place?" he glared at her menacingly.

"If you asked what I did in my spare time, I would have told you."

"But I wanted firsthand knowledge."

"That's something you get when you've known someone awhile. It sure as hell isn't something you get by spying."

"Do we have to go into that again?"

"We're going to go into it until you tell me the real reason you were looking through my windows. One that I'll believe."

"Alright, damm it. . .I came here, to try and find out more about you. . ." He raised an eyebrow at her.

"I don't know. I thought that maybe you're a thief. That's why Meiling wanted you to leave Hong Kong so badly."

"I'm not a thief, Sakura."

"Are you a murderer?"

"No." he said slowly, his mouth inching ever slowly closer to hers.

"I'm just a man who finds you intriguing." He grasped her free wrist before she ever thought about struggling, and held it beside her head. His lips feathered softly over her.

"I want you to trust me, Sakura."

---End Flashback---(A.N. Ya'll forgot about that didn't you? .)

He drew her wrists to his mouth, kissing them both gently, slowly. His lips, his tongue glided over her open palms, tracing each life line, blazing a memory of this moment into her heart and mind forever.

"What do you want me to tell you Sakura, so that you'd finally believe me? That I love you?" One of his eyebrows rose.

She laughed nervously. "That's an impossibility."

"Why?"

"Because you have me handcuffed to your bed! B-because we haven't known each other that long. Because even though I want to trust you, I don't, and it's quite obvious that you don't trust me either." She jerked on the cuff to show just how much he didn't trust her.

"The way I see it, loving each other is completely out of the question."

He brushed a curl from her brow. His eyes flamed as he watched her. Her own body turned to a liquid beneath his touch.

"Is making love out of the question too?" he asked.

"Of Course!" she sputtered.

"Why?"

"B-because we're in the middle of a major argument."

"I thought we were making up."

When his hand slipped away and cupped her face, she threaded her fingers into his hair and tugged his mouth even closer. His warm breath mingled with hers, slid between her parting lips and teased her tongue, making her hungry for far, far more. This time the kiss wasn't soft or sweet, it was hot, burning, devouring. Mouths fused, tongues clashing powerfully.

"This is crazy, isn't it?" she whispered.

"Yeah. Pretty damm crazy."

In spite of it, his mouth wandered back up to hers where he kissed her full and deep as he cupped her cheeks within his hands, running his thumb along the bottom of her cheek. Syaoran felt her heart beating through her chest up against his. Her fingers sank into strong, muscular arms, holding him against her as their tongues mingled. He coaxed a sigh from her, stroked a fire inside her she hadn't known existed.

God, how he wanted her. Every breath. Every moan. Every speck of sweet flesh. His fingers skimmed over her sweatshirt, sought out its zipper, then inched it down. Pulling reluctantly away from the tender heat of her soft lips, he spread the sweatshirt wide and cupped her heaving, silk-covered breasts in his palms. Syaoran's hand cupped her full breast in his hand, which she gasped a shuddering breath from the contact as he gently caressed her soft yet firm skin. Maybe he was going to fast. Maybe she didn't want this at all. He'd stop if she asked him to. . .but he hoped she wouldn't. Hell, he wasn't going to give her the chance.

Tearing his fingers away from her supple breasts that had swelled and tightened beneath his hands, he drove them into her wild curls, and captured her mouth once more, cutting off any protests she might concoct. But it wasn't a protest that glided over his heated skin, it was Sakura's fingers, trailing up his spine, over his shoulders, and weaving them into his hair, keeping him close.

They kissed endlessly. Mindlessly. Fear flew away and caution abandoned her. All Sakura did was let the tingling breathless sensation take control over her body and force all thoughts of escape from her mind.

Syaoran tilted her head back and trailed kisses down the curve of her throat. He firmly licked one taut nipple through the silk of her bra, teasing her. Sakura's breath caught in her throat. Her stomach clenched and she wanted to cheer when his tongue found her other nipple and gave it a repeat performance. Expertly, he flicked open the clasp on her bra and peeled it, and her sweatshirt, from her body, flinging them across the room. He sought one breast with his blazing hot mouth, its mate with his fingers.

Her body throbbed and she gasped for air as she finally allowed herself to give into the passion that frightened her. It was a wicked thing to want him so very badly, but she couldn't help herself. Every touch, every kiss, every brush of his tongue drove her higher and higher, and it gave her courage to seek more. Her hand slipped between them and worked its way down over his rock-solid belly, over the waistband of his jeans to his zipper and the hard pulsing bulge straining to be free of everything but her grasp.

She popped the button on his jeans, tugged down the zipper, and swept her fingers under his shorts. She gasped in surprise as his erection pressed right up against her palm. Sakura's hand rubbed gently against his erection. She let her fingers close around him and then it was his turn to gasp. She took him in her palm, squeezed him, smoothed her hand up and down his long, thick, hard-as-steel shaft. She smiled and was still amazed at the way he felt, she continued to experiment a little, she found if she moved her hand a certain way Syaoran would let out some kind of strangled moan.

Heat spread through her hand and radiated to all points of her body. A soft, contented sigh escaped her mouth.

Opening her eyes, she saw Syaoran looking down at her, lips tilted in a sexy smile.

"If you sigh like that when you're touching me, what are you going to do when I touch you?"

She buried her head into the downy pillows, gripped the headboard, and grinned. "Why don't we find out?"

It was an open invitation, and Syaoran wasted no time at all to act quickly upon it.

Syaoran's hands wandering down over her breasts where he felt her jump and clutch at his shoulders when he teased her nipples with his thumbs gently barely brushing against them. He heard her delighted moan, she was so sensitive already, and that pleased him.

Sakura seemed to purr when his mouth left hers and moved to her neck, she tilted her head back a little giving him more access to the areas on her neck where his lips and tongue touched. She felt him suckling a little on the spot just between her neck and shoulder; she gave a delighted moan, and smiling just a little.

He tugged down her zipper, delved beneath her jeans, and into her silky panties. He found soft skin. Slick, hot, velvety skin. He swirled his fingers over the needy little nub nestled secretly between her legs, and watched her eyes flicker beneath her lids.

He slipped on finger inside her. Looking up, he watched her fists tighten around the headboard's chrome rails. Two fingers now. She sighed, purred, as his fingers swirled inside her hidden depths. Her breasts heaved; her hips rose from the bed, begging for more.

She felt as though she was falling. Every sense was overwhelmed. Syaoran's tongue pushed against her mouth and she instantly accepted it, her own tongue meeting his in a sensual dance. She took hold of Syaoran's wrists with her hands. Wanting to keep him there. To never stop. Her whole body was flooded with the desire and need she's felt for so long and kept pent up. Well, not anymore. She needed this.

Syaoran felt something explode inside him. The feel of Sakura's soft skin beneath his hands, her wonderful, soft mouth - he wanted more - his pushed against her mouth with his tongue and to his unending delight she opened her mouth for him, her own tongue sweeping across his own. He felt her small hands grip his wrists and then he was sure the blood left his brain, left everywhere, and gathered in one place. He felt so hard he groaned and slowly pulled back, watching Sakura's eyes open; she looked as dazed as he felt.

He looked her with extremely aroused eyes and kissed her warm, parted, wet lips, and whispered, "That's the way Sakura. Give me everything you've got to give."

Sakura's eyes flew open almost immediately. Hands that had clutched to the headboard now pushed frantically at his shoulder.

"What is it Sakura?" Syaoran's eyes clouded with confusion. "What's happened?"

"I've got to go." Sakura rolled out of bed.

"We shouldn't have gone so far." she mumbled, sipping up her jeans.

"We didn't go nearly far enough."

Syaoran jumped out of bed, managed to button up his pants, and tried to grasp Sakura's shoulders, but she pulled away, as if his touch burned her. She struggled into her sweatshirt, shoved her bra into one of its pockets and sat down on the floor to put her shoes on.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Syaoran stared dumbly at the woman he'd been just inches from making love to.

"Can I get a straight answer from you, Sakura? What the hell just happened?"

Sakura tied on shoelace and then the other, never looking up once, ignoring his question altogether.

Finally, she stood, shoving her finger into her mass of curls and looked at him with tear-stained eyes. "I don't want to get hurt."

"Hurt?" he asked disbelievingly.

"That's right. Hurt. I don't want you to burrow into my heart and then rip it out of my body, only to step on it."

"So you just want to walk away without giving us a chance?"

Sakura stared at the bed, silent for far too long. When he thought for a moment he might just walk out of the room and leave her to be alone, to collect her thoughts, her eyes flickered back to his.

"My mother had two miserable marriages with two rotten men who hurt her every time she dared to turn around."

"And you refuse to get close to a man because you're afraid that the same thing will happen to you?"

"She told me it would. Year after fucking year she told me over and over again to stay away from men. She said that if I didn't, some man would take everything from me and give me nothing in return. That I would end up alone with no one to care for me. That I would loose everything I have, everything I worked so hard to get."

"And you believed her?"

"I don't want to , but-"

"If you don't want to, don't!"

She glared at him hard. "I can't snap my finger and make all of the thoughts go away. All of the pain disappear. I've lived with them for far too long."

"So you want to just snap your fingers and make me disappear instead?"

"If it were that easy I would have snapped my fingers he first time you walked into my shop, that way, I wouldn't have opened myself to trouble or pain."

That did it. He'd thought about fighting for her, helping her push all of her ridiculous doubts and fears away, but she seemed to prefer wallowing in distrust and hatred of all mankind to finding out that she might find happiness with a guy if she gave it a try.

"You know what Sakura?" Syaoran said, rising from the bed.

"Getting rid of me is pretty damm easy. You don't even have to snap your fingers." He clutched her hand, tugged her roughly toward the front door and threw it open.

"The bears ran off not long after you got here, and you know where you hid your car. If you really want me out of your sight, just start walking."

A fat tear slid down her cheek as she stared up at him, and he fought against the deep urge to wipe it away. For a moment he thought that she might ask to stay, might throw herself into his arms, but she turned away.

She walked down the porch steps and across the clearing. He wanted to go after her desperately, but he didn't need her kind of craziness in his life.

At last she disappeared into the trees, never once taking a look back. He heard the car door open and slam shut. He heard the engine roar and saw the headlight beams through the dense trees.

And then she was gone.

Syaoran slammed the door. It was over. Finished. Tonight he'd call the airport and get the first plane out of here. He'd apologize to Meiling later.

Tomoeda was history.

So was Sakura.

To Be Continued. . .

A.N. insert evil cackle here . . .Please don't kill me! burns in the definite flames she will recive But remember! If you burn me too much the story might not finish!! I actually had a lot of fun writing this chapter! giggles So. . .Please review! bows