Tsubasa Chronicle Fan Fiction ❯ Remember ❯ Guardian ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles is not mine and never will be.

A/n: This fic is the alternate ending to Remember.

Warning: Lemon (meaning scenes of a sexual nature, so if you find such content offensive or you’re generally not ‘into’ that kind of thing, click the ‘back’ button and do not read the story).

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Syaoran kissed her cheek, then covered her mouth with another deep kiss. Sakura’s legs slid upwards along the sides of his body until she straddled his waist, and her fingers tangled in his chocolate brown hair.

Syaoran began to draw his own legs up. His right elbow moved to the side and assisted him in pushing himself and Sakura upwards into a seated position, with Sakura’s back resting against his arched legs. His right hand then trailed lightly over her smooth thigh, slipping underneath her nightgown.

He honestly couldn’t believe what he was doing right now, he felt like was not in control of his actions. She honestly couldn’t believe that she was doing nothing to stop him, yet she was in complete control of her actions. But even so…they wanted this. They wanted each other so much.

When their kiss ended, Sakura never took her emerald eyes away from Syaoran’s ambers as she raised her arms above her head. Syaoran swiftly pulled the silk gown off her completely in one move, and discarded it down beside the bed. The colour in their already pink cheeks turned a deep crimson as Sakura sat on Syaoran’s lap in only her panties, with his face barely an inch away from her chest.

“Syaoran…” Sakura closed her eyes, shyly took a hold of both his hands, led them up and allowed them to enclose over her breasts. She sighed at the feeling of his warm palms. “I love you so much.”

“And I love you.” Syaoran whispered as he leant forward. He lightly kissed along her neck as his hands massaged her mounds.

With a light moan Sakura began to arch her back, pushing her chest more towards him. Syaoran’s left hand uncovered her breast, slid around her back and pulled her even closer. The warmth of his hand which she missed so much in this little time was soon replaced with the warmth of his mouth as he covered her left nipple.

“Syaaa…” Sakura’s fingers roamed through his hair as he slowly licked and suckled her breast.

Syaoran’s arched legs parted, and with his hand around her back he began to lower her down onto the bed gently. He followed after her, supporting all of his weight onto his left elbow as he lay down next to her. Syaoran did all of this, his mouth never pulling away from her soft breast.

“Syao…” Sakura moaned again as he uncovered her nipple, trailed his tongue across her chest and took her right mound into his mouth. Her left hand took a hold of his right and led it slowly down her body.

They both blushed deeply as Sakura led his hand down and placed it between her thighs. Syaoran’s mouth left her chest, and his pink face hovered closely over her scarlet cheeks as his fingertips rubbed over her fabric covered entrance.

“Please…Syaoran…” They kissed again as Syaorans thumb hooked over the elastic waist of her panties and drew them slowly down her legs. Sakura squeaked into the deep kiss as Syaoran brought his hand back up and slid two of his fingers into her opening.

Sakura’s legs automatically curled up to her chest as his fingers smoothly slid in and out. She hooked both her arms around his neck and moaned softly at the feeling of his fingers moving inside of her. As Syaoran began to shift over her, Sakura unhooked her arms but kept her hands on the back of his neck, her fingers lacing together. Their lips parted, and Syaoran’s kisses moved across her chest, downwards over her abdomen all the way until he reached her inner thighs.

After one final thrust of his fingers he removed them from her opening, hooked her legs up with his free hands and hung them over his shoulders. He then placed both of his hands palms down on her stomach and leant on his elbows. After covering her inner thighs with many more light kisses, he slid his tongue into her.

“Ah…” Sakura’s head fell back and sunk into the rumpled sheets. She pulled gently on the back of Syaoran’s neck, her heels pressed against his back as she lifted her hips up off of the mattress.

“Sakura…” Syaoran let out a long moan as she pushed more of herself into his mouth. He shifted further forward on his knees, bringing her up higher and tried to push his tongue in as far as he could.

“Sya-Syaoran!” His hands moved off her stomach and enclosed over her breasts once again. She untangled her fingers, let go of his neck and placed both her hands over his as they lovingly massaged her mounds.

Syaoran began to shift back, gently setting Sakura’s hips back down. He removed his tongue, trailed it’s tip along her inner thigh before he brought his hands down from her breasts and began to slide Sakura’s legs off his shoulders. When Syaoran moved back further, he completely removed his boxers and sat up with his legs tucked underneath himself.

As Sakura sat up with him her eyes widened at the sight of his huge shaft, the both of them blushing heavier than ever. Sakura trailed her fingers down the front of his strong chest, her eyes solemnly glancing at the many scars from the injuries he’d suffered on their journey for her memories. She knew that there were many more to come, as her memories have yet to be fully returned. Sakura reached all the way down him, and just when the heat in her cheeks could rise no further Sakura clasped her fingers around him.

“S-Sakura…” Syaoran groaned as she gently rubbed her hand up and down his ten inches. He placed his hands on her upper arms, pulling her closely to his chest and slipped his tongue into her mouth.

With a low moan Sakura let go of his hardness and slid her arms around his torso. Syaoran wrapped his arms around her back, twisted around and lowered her down so her head rested on the soft fluffy pillows. Once the kiss had broken, they spent the next couple of minutes simply holding each other tightly and staring into each other’s eyes.

Sakura’s legs spread. Syaoran positioned himself. He kissed her forehead tenderly, then Sakura buried her face deep into his neck as Syaoran thrust his ten inches all the way into her opening.

“H-Hime!” Syaoran choked in panic as Sakura let out a quiet mumbled shriek. He could feel the dampness of tears against his skin, and as much as he tried to she wouldn’t let him see her face. “Hime, d-did I-”

“Sakura,” Tears kept falling from her emeralds as she brought her right hand around and lightly thumped her fist against his chest “C-call me Sakura.”

“Sakura,” He corrected himself, his voice still quivering in panic “D-d-did I just h-hurt you?”

“N-no…” You have so many scars…you have been through so much pain all for me…now it’s my turn…to go through pain for you…

Syaoran shut his eyes tight, trying to fight back his own tears from the thought of having actually harmed his precious Sakura. He is her guardian, he would never hurt her ever.

“I-I’m okay, Syaoran,” Sakura breathed lightly against his chest, feeling the pain fade away quickly. “I’m okay.”

Syaoran slowly relaxed as she told him over and over again that she was okay. He kissed her cheek and embraced her tightly as he started to rock his hips. Sakura returned the tight embrace as she raised her head and moaned softly into his left ear.

“Syaoran, Syaoran, Syaoran…”

With every passing second he thrust harder and faster. Her panting quickened and soft moans became louder. Syaoran rubbed his dry cheek against Sakura’s damp, tear stained cheek. Sakura kept one arm wrapped around Syaoran’s back while the other hooked over his shoulder, her fingers running through his hair. Syaoran kissed her shoulder, the pulse of her neck, her temple and finally set his lips over hers.

Syaoran’s hips bucked harder and faster than anyone ever could, causing the entire bed frame to shake uncontrollably. Sakura pulled him down to her as closely as possible, her breasts squashing against his chest. Their cries, muffled slightly by the deep kiss, filled the room and beyond as they climaxed.

Syaoran continued to thrust hard but slow for a while afterwards, until he finally stopped. They both panted heavily in weariness, after parting from their kiss many minutes later. He rolled down to the right and lay on his back, taking her along as she lay on top of him.

“My Syaoran, my Syaoran, my Syaoran…” Sakura whispered breathlessly as her arms embraced him tighter and she snuggled up to chest, basking in his warmth.

Syaoran’s right hand reached out to the side and pulled the covers back over the both of them. He closed his eyes and nuzzled his cheek against her forehead, lulling Sakura to sleep.

“I will always be yours, and you will always be mine,” Syaoran took slow deep breaths and he kissed her forehead once more “My Sakura.”

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Meanwhile, out in the dark hallway

“Looks like the dimension witch went through with the deal,” Fai stood outside Syaoran’s room, his ear pressed against the wall with a victorious grin on his face “And it seems she added a little something extra as well.”

“No no, that was Mokona’s doing!” The little white rabbit thing bounced about on Fai’s left shoulder “Using one of my really special secret techniques: naughty mood settings!”

Fai moved off the wall and chuckled quietly.

“Hey, magician,” Kurogane’s grumpy voice called from the end of the hall as he stood in his doorway “What the hell was all that noise?”

“Well Kuro-run,” Fai smiled back to the ninja as he waltzed back to his own room, with Mokona doing a happy dance on top of his head “Mokona will tell you.”

“Syaoran and Sakura are doing the naked pretzel!” The creature sang in amusement.

“Eh?” Kurogane gave a shocked and confused look back, not quite sure if he heard the first word correctly “The what what?”

“You’ll see in the morning.” Fai grinned as he entered his room and closed the door behind him.

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And that’s the alternate ending. For those who really couldn’t see the TRC SxS confessing their love then doing the wild thing straight after (heck, I couldn’t really imagine that) I’ve just blamed it on Mokona. You never know, that could be one of his secret techniques…