Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Stuck On You ❯ Chapter Seven ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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. ::runs around screaming:: AHH AHH!!! THERE'S A LEMON IN MY EYE!!!! GET IT OUT!!! IT BURNS!!!! IT BURNS!!!!!!! ::starts jumping and fans eye:: Lemon in eye. . .LEMON IN EYE!!!!. . .::blinks::. . .ah. . .well. . .when you have lemons. . .make lemonade! ::hands out lemonade to the wonderful readers, if any, still reading and reviewing:: Sit back, relax. . .and enjoy the ride.

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Sakura tried to fall asleep soundly just like Kero had, who was snoring softly at the corner of her bed. But sleep wasn't so willing to come to her. In fact, she doubted that it would come at all to her tonight.

Every time she closed her eyes, she could feel Syaoran's arms wrap around her. Feel his lips trailing over her skin. And angrily remembering how she'd pushed him away.

She turned to her side, but it didn't matter what position she'd be in, her mother's words would still waft around in her mind. `He'd hurt you, and you'll never be the same again.'

And those words alone where enough to give Sakura more nightmares then she already had to battle out with.

Giving out an exasperated breathe, she stalked over to her nightstand to whip out her mother's old diary. Like the rest of the books in Sakura's shop, she took special care of this particular one. Though it was worn out, and the binding was about ready to bust, the words written on the rotting pages where still very much eligible.

Sakura's fingers lightly traveled over the cover of the diary. Like many nights before, she read this book over and over. She could recite the words her mother wrote so many years ago in her head, and in her dreams. They haunted her. Tormented her.

She opened the diary and flipped to the last page of the decaying book.

`If I could do it over again, I wouldn't have married. All men do is lie. They cheat. All of them. None to be trusted. A few good memories can't make up for years of anguish and pain.'

Sakura read the last sentence over and over again, growling. A few good memories can't make up for years of anguish and pain.

“Damn it Mother! At least you Had a few good memories!” Sakura flung the diary across the room and marched back to her bed. She buried her head back in her pillow and cried. `I don't have any of that Mother! None, because I was to busy heeding your warnings.' she thought painfully.

Kero crawled up beside her, as if he sensed her loneliness. She wrapped her arms around him. But it was really Syaoran she wanted to hold and lye beside. Damn her mother's warning. Damn her own suspicions and doubts.

It seemed as if she cried for hours, but when she sat up and wiped the tears from her eyes, the big clock downstairs chimed only three times.

She needed sleep. She didn't want to think about anything anymore. Especially, she didn't want to think about Syaoran, or the fact that she might never see him again.

She drowned her head back into her pillow and tried desperately to shut out her thoughts. Instead, she paid attention to Kero's soft snoring, the ticking of the clock downstairs. The Click, Click, Click of something hitting her second story window.

Wait a minute. Something hitting her second story window? Hail? Sleet? Did she need to run to downstairs and save her flower bank from a sudden typhoon?

Tossing back the covers, she tiptoed across the cold wood floor and peeked through the curtains. The garden was illuminated by moonlight.

And Syaoran stood in the center of her lawn. His hand ready to toss another little pebble at her window.

Her heart leapt into her throat. Why had he come back? After all that she's done?

She raced down the stairs, ran through the kitchen and tore the back door open. She had to find out before something exploded deep in her chest.

Putting her defenses on guard, she called out to him, “Why the hell are you bothering with me?”

“Because. . .”

Sakura could see from the way his shoulders were moving, that his breathing was hard, and through the darkness, she could see his eyes narrow.

“Because for some strange ass reason I haven't figured out yet, I think I've fallen in love with you!”

Sakura expelled the unknown breathe she was holding slowly. Her feet barely had a chance to touch the damp grass before she launched herself into Syaoran's arms. She locked her legs around his in a vice-like grip and gave herself up to the power of his kisses.

Syaoran held her close, one hand splayed beneath her bottom, the other swept under her red satin camisole. His skin was warm. His lips were sheer pleasure, and her desire for him blazed.

The icy breeze of the cold night whipped through the rose bushes, sending the sweet perfume to wrap around them. The moment seemed incredibly magical. She didn't want it to end yet, she wanted so much more.

“Please tell me you came here to finish what you started earlier.” Sakura whispered against Syaoran's lips.

“I'd be terribly embarrassed if you had something else in mind, like wanting to get another book you noticed you had forgotten.”

“I came to finish what I started.” his voice was husky. His need abundantly evident as he let her body slide from his waist to his hips.

She looked at him, doubt unmistakably clouded her eyes. She breathed softly as his body melded against hers, and he held her close.

“I've got my faults Sakura. And God knows that there have been many people that trusted me when they shouldn't have. But I'm not like you father, or any of the other men who have used you. And I don't wish to be. I'm not about to lie to you. And the last thing I want to do is hurt you, and I sure as hell wouldn't want to change you. All I want. . .” he kissed her temple, and his lips whispered against her ear. . . “is to love you.”

She looked up into his tender, truth-filled eyes, and years of distrust and torment drifted away, replaced by some strange yet wonderful kind of happiness. She suddenly became very aware of his hard and needy arousal and she leaned back slightly, just enough to cradle it between her legs, then tightened the hold she had on him so she could feel every inch of what lay hidden beneath his jeans.

Syaoran groaned, low and deep in his throat. Keeping her close, he bounded toward the house, wrenched open the door and slammed it behind him.

“Where's your bedroom?”

“Upstairs. Second door on the left.”

His boots thudded up the steps. His lips melded with hers and let her know in no uncertain terms that in just a few moments she'd be his. . .completely.

Kero growled menacingly when they stepped through the door. Syaoran's eyebrow raised as he stared at the deviled dog and slanted one brow, enough to show Kero that the bedroom was now Syaoran's domain. The golden pup whined and trotted out of the room, his little paws padding rapidly down the hallway until the only thing heard was Sakura's soft giggling.

“He doesn't seem to like you very much.”

Syaoran shut the door and locked it. “The feelings mutual.”

Hot eyes burned down on her. Flames shot through his hands and set her body on fire.

“Oh, but he's just lonely.” Sakura breathed against his ear, nibbling it gently.

“I'll buy a cat to play with him.” Syaoran carried her to the bed, threw back the comforter, and lay her in a garden of soft floral sheets and pillowcases.

Standing at the edge of the bed, Syaoran shrugged out of his leather jacket and tossed it over the back of a chair. He ripped the black shit over his head, and the pale, shimmering light from a small lamp rippled over hard planes and solid muscles.

Reaching out to her, Syaoran's warm fingers slipped under the spaghetti straps of her jade green camisole. Rough, callused fingers skimmed her flesh. She shivered, yet burned, as his palms trailed over her breasts, and settled lightly on her tight, swollen nipples.

“Do you have any idea how much I want you?” he asked, as skilled hands glided to the hem of her camisole. He drew it over her head and tossed it somewhere across the room.

“Any idea how cold my bed felt when you weren't in it?” With hands gently cupping her arms, he pressed her gently into the downy soft pillows. Dark aroused eyes were just inches from hers.

“I want you in a way I've never wanted anyone or anything in my life.”

Doubt flared, then ebbed in Sakura's emerald eyes. “You mean that, don't you?”

“I'm here aren't I Sakura? I don't want to be anywhere else.”

Hot, moist lips kissed the curve of her neck, roamed over her breasts, suckled and teased one nipple, then the other. His tongue swirled around her belly button, caught the gold ring between his teeth and tugged lightly.

Sakura's body quivered. Goose bumps rose on her skin.

He looked up at her through think, dark lashes. “Like that?”

Sakura gasped when he tugged again. “It's all very nice.” she took a deep breath.

“So don't stop. Please.”

He hooked his fingers over the straps of her satiny thong. Slowly he peeled them from her hips. Like molten lava, his touch blazed down her legs, over her ankles, her feet and toes.

Sakura watched the play of light on his skin carefully. His eyes had almost turned black; they were mysterious, yet they sparked with desire as his gaze scorched every visible inch of her body.

She wanted him, craved him with passion.

At last, Syaoran shoved out of his boots. He popped the buckle on his belt and the buttons on his jeans, and tossed them beside her on the bed. In another moment, he'd freed his body from man-made nuisances and stood before her, naked, strong, beautiful.

“I'm not letting you go, Sakura. Not again.”

He spread her legs apart and rested the backs of her ankles on his shoulders, holding them there so she couldn't move. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple rising up and down. And then the Big Bad Wolf winked.

Syaoran studied her. Memorized all of her. Every fold of skin, and ever hair strand that was visible in the lamplight. He still couldn't believe that it was possible to need someone so badly, when they just met. After she pushed him away. . .numerous times.

But he craved her, and God knows he didn't know what he'd do if she rolled out from under him again. But when she called out to him with a roll of her index finger, all rational thoughts seemed to flutter away from his mind.

He leaned forward, slipped his fingers over soft, warm hips, under the tender flesh of her bottom, and held onto her tightly. He pulled her toward him, and his hard, almost painful erection pressed against the very center of her.

Sakura's eyes slammed shut, and when she sucked in a deep breath, Syaoran's senses kicked in.

“I'll go slow.” he said in a husk whisper.

Sakura opened her eyes and smiled at him. “Stop talking.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. He kissed her forehead before he sank into her. Inch by slow, agonizingly pleasurable inch. Her eyes were closed, and she inhaled sharply. The pain that shot through her body left almost as fast as it came. She noticed that Syaoran had stopped moving and was staying deathly still as to not hurt her anymore.

“Don't stop.” she begged.

Syaoran smiled a devilishly handsome grin, “I'm just getting started.”

Her fingernails tore into his arms and dug even deeper when he slowly withdrew. Again he pressed into her. She was small and tight, wet and slick and hot. Her muscles quivered and convulsed, beckoning him, seducing him, imploring him to take more and more.

He clutched her soft, curvy hips as he moved in and out, establishing a rhythm, a roll. Soon, on her own accord, her body moved with him, her pelvis writhing, and her sweet, blessed stomach with the seductively powerful belly button ring undulating before his eyes.

Her breathing came in gasps. Soft moans spilled through her lips. Fingernails scraped over his back, his chest, down his arms. She cried out for him to stop, then begged him for more, driving him on.

One moment Sakura was beneath him, the next above, looking down at him with a smile that was as pure as sin. She pressed her hands against his chest and felt the rapid pounding of his heart.

“Had enough?” she asked with a wink, rising up and down on him, up and down, taking him deeper inside her.

He shook his head. “Something tells me I'm never gonna have enough of you.”

She rode him a little more, grinding down on him, swirling around and around until she could barely breathe. She gathered her hair into her hands and pulled it high over her head, then smile at the man beneath her.

“So you didn't leave.”

“No. I kind of like it here. It's not as boring as I thought. Plenty of diversions that keep me quite occupied.”

“So I'm a mere diversion?”

“You're a diversion all right.” he said, inhaling and exhaling slowly as his thumbs teased her hardened nipples.

“The kind of diversion that could keep me from thinking rationally.”

Grinding her hips into his, she leaned forward, letting her curls fall over his face as he stretched up to kiss her.

“What do you need to think rationally about?” she asked.

“Nothing but you.”

“Ohh, good answer.” she purred before Syaoran took over again, rolling her beneath him. His fingers pressed into her bottom, dragging her against him as he plunged deep.

Repeated sighs tore from her throat. She purred. Moaned. She wrapped her legs around his waist and met him thrust for thrust. Her insides quivered, a repetitive ripple of torturous delight. Part of her wanted him to stop, but she urged him on, needing him to push her over the edge again and again, to push away any doubts. Any fears.

Capturing her mouth, he caught her scream before it could echo through the room. His tongue swirled hot and deep with hers. Learning to enjoy this part of life that she'd denied herself far too long was a complete paradise. Full of rapture.

Her head fell back, and he kissed the length of her throat. Sakura felt his muscles contract beneath her hands. She clutched him, rising again and again to meet each rapid stroke. Once more he pushed her to the edge and then over the top, and he exploded with her in a climax that could have sent her skyrocketing toward heaven, if she wasn't already content in his arms.

They lay together for a moment or two. Sakura panting lightly on his chest while he drew lazy circles on her shoulder.

She pulled herself up until she found his ear and whispered, “I love you.” It was soft. Gentle. And so heart wrenchingly truthful it scared her.

He tightened his hold on her so, that it looked like their bodies were fused together.

“You know why I didn't go back to China?” he asked, looking at her with deep love and affection within his piercing amber eyes. When she shook her head no he answered, “Because being here with you Sakura, is the best thing ever.”

“Thank you,” Sakura whispered, licking a bead of perspiration from Syaoran's chin as she looked at him with amazing emerald eyes, “for teaching me to trust.” She kissed the tip of his nose.

“For showing me how easy it is to love you.”

Syaoran lifted her easily, strong arms gathering her against him, beating heart against beating heart.

“Sakura, you already knew how to love. And from here on out, it's just gonna get better, and I'll prove it to you, ever moment for the rest of our lives.”

Sakura could feel tears brimming at the corner of her eyes, but they never spilled out. She could think of a thousand things to say, but words refused to come out. Not now. All she could do at the moment was purr. She ran her fingers down his chest lightly, and did her very best to make him want her all over again.

To Be Continued. . .

A.N. . . . . . .You guys have NO idea how long it took me to write this god forsaken chapter! Heh. . .well, you do. . .you had to wait for it to come out. . .and for that . . .I thank you all SO very much. You guys rock my sox, seriously. ::throws brownies at reviewers:: So. . .please review. . .and tell me how much you hate me for making you wait so long for this bloody crappy chapter.