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“B-but, the princess is still sleeping!” Syaoran cried as Fai chanted “Let’s drink! Let’s drink!” in his ear.

“When she wakes up, Sakura will drink too! Or at least, Mokona will spike her drink!” Mokona said.

Upon hearing her name, Sakura stirred from her place on the couch. With each feather found, her recovery period grew shorter and shorter. She sat up, taking in everything around her. Tomoyo was sitting on the arm of the couch, looking down at her.

“Those who are travelling with you are wonderful people, Sakura-chan.” She said softly. Then, clapping her hands together, she said. “Now that you’re awake, let’s change for the party!”

Sakura rubbed her eyes. “Party?” she asked groggily.

She could see Fai had his arm wrapped around Syaoran, who kept nervously looking over his shoulder to see if she was okay. Sakura gave him a small wave, and relief swept over Syaoran’s face. Sakura giggled.

“Yes! We’re going to celebrate your victory and the recovery of your feather. Let’s go!” Tomoyo said, dragging Sakura into her room. “I sent over some clothes after the race, let’s see if they arrived.” She whipped a garment bag from a hook on the back of the bedroom door. “I see they have! Now. Sakura-chan, what do you want to do at the party tonight?”

“Um… “ Sakura paused, thinking about it for a moment. So many of her needs were met, she hadn’t really hoped for anything else. She had wonderful travelling companions, there was enough to eat, and there was always a new friend to be made in each new world they arrived in. However, there was a burning in her chest and a feeling in her gut that she couldn’t relieve herself of. She was pretty sure it had something to do with Syaoran – the way his dark eyebrows would furrow when he was focused. His tight grip when he caught her. The softness of his smile when he looked at her. There was something familiar about her relationship with him, but it felt stilted somehow. Like there was a piece missing. On one hand she could rationalize that her memories were the missing piece, but this feeling didn’t feel related to her mind. It bubbled just underneath the surface of her skin.

Sakura blushed as she remembered what happened in Shura country. Without even thinking about it, she had leaned over and kissed Syaoran’s eyelid. Mokona had said that it was because the “body has memory.” She wondered if her body had more memories of Syaoran that her mind could not remember.

Finally she looked at Tomoyo, who was still looking at her with a kind yet bemused expression.

“Um, I think I would like some time alone with Syaoran.” She could feel her whole face getting hot as she verbalized the words out loud.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea! It must be difficult for you to spend time alone together with your companions by your side.”

Sakura blushed deeper, throwing one arm behind her head. “Yes. It would be nice to have a little time together.”

“Well, I think I sent over the perfect dress for that!” Tomoyo said. With a flourish, she pulled one of the dresses out of the garment bag. It was a short, blue mini dress. The dress had a mostly open back, the only detail was a thin chain adorned with twin wings that would lay across Sakura’s shoulder blades.

Tomoyo excitedly helped Sakura into the dress.

“You look just beautiful, Sakura-chan!” she said, holding her hands over her heart.

“Thank you, Tomoyo-chan. This dress is beautiful!” Sakura said, admiring how her back looked in the mirror.

“I’m so glad you like it.”

“Thank you for everything, Tomoyo-chan. I am so thankful that I got to meet you.”

“I feel exactly the same.”

The girls walked out of the bedroom and back to the living room, where the party had started getting rambunctious. Tomoyo left to speak with Kurogane, who was sitting outside. Sakura scanned the room for Syaoran but didn’t see him. Mokona came bouncing up to her, carrying a bottle of sake.

“Sakura-chan! Drink with me!” he exclaimed, jumping up onto her shoulder.

“Okay, Mokona-chan. But I can’t have much! I can’t get drunk tonight.”

“Aww, but Sakura-chan is so fun when she’s drunk! Let’s get drunk!”

“No, no, Mokona-chan. I can’t! I’ll just have enough so I won’t feel so nervous.” Sakura took a sip of the sake, being careful not to drink it too fast. She knew that one drink would make her feel less inhibited for what she wanted to do. Two drinks and she knew she’d fall back to sleep. “Have you seen Syaoran-kun?” she asked.

“Yes! He went to the hallway with Nokoru-chan!”

“Thank you, Mokona-chan. I’ll see you later, okay?” she made her way to the hallway with a small wave.

“Awww, Mokona will miss Sakura-chan.” Mokona said dejectedly as he watched her walk away.

“Mokona-chan, come join us!” Fai called across the room. Mokona brightened up immediately, forgetting that he had even been talking to Sakura, and bounced over to Fai.

Sakura rounded the corner to the hallway and saw Syaoran waving his gloves around like a sword.

“I almost forgot! I have to put in today’s practice!” he said. “Ah, Princess!” he said quickly, stuffing his gloves into his pocket and crossing over to her. “I’m so glad you’re awake!”

“What an interesting drunken personality.” Said Nokoru, blowing a kiss to Sakura as he left the room.

“Syaoran-kun! Thank you. I’m happy that I am not missing the festivities. Have you been having fun?” Sakura asked excitedly, grabbing one of Syaoran’s hands.

“Everyone seems to be having a fine time!” he said with a smile.

She frowned a little. “But what about you?”

“Princess, I am always happy to be by your side.” He said with the same smile. “Although, I might go to bed a little early. I feel sleepy.” He squeezed her hand gently before letting it go. “Goodnight, Princess.”

As he turned to take his leave, he felt a small hand grasp hold of the back of his jacket. He turned to look at her, his eyebrows raised in surprise. Her eyes met his, serious and steady.

“Can I come with you?” she asked, holding his gaze.

“P-princess!” Syaoran stammered, his face flushing red.

“I want to spend some time talking with you.” She said, finally looking away.

Syaoran softened. “Of course, we can go to my room.” He sighed with relief, he thought that she had been asking something completely different.

Sakura took his hand, and began leading him down the hallway to his room. It was then that Syaoran got a good look at the dress she was wearing. He had adjusted to seeing her in short dresses here in Piffle World, but he had not prepared himself to see her in a short dress that also left her entire back exposed. He swallowed, trying to focus on the back of her head. It was hard not to stare at her lower back, watching it control the sway of her hips as she walked in front of him. All of a sudden the hallway felt very hot and claustrophobic.

When they arrived at his room, Sakura crossed over to the small couch and flopped down. Syaoran smiled – it was small moments like this that made her seem like she was almost back to normal. Back in the Kingdom of Clow, she would have done the same thing. Any time she threw open his front door, she would settle in like it was her home too. He followed her over to the couch and sat down next to her.

“Is there something specific you wanted to talk about, Princess?” he asked.

“I think you should call me Sakura.” She said quickly. It wasn’t the main thing she wanted to talk about it, but the sentence had been threatening to come out for weeks. She couldn’t imagine saying what she wanted to say with Syaoran still being so formal with her.

“Prince-“ he protested.

“Sakura. Sa-ku-ra.” She said firmly.

Syaoran was completely taken aback. It was almost exactly like a conversation they had had before all of this had started. Once again she was holding his gaze, looking at him intently.

“Okay… Sakura.” He said. It felt foreign but familiar to speak to her this way. So much had happened. He never thought they would get back to this place.

“Good… Syaoran.” She said, giving him a sideways glance as she dropped the honorific on his name.

He smiled and she relaxed.  They sat in silence for a bit, Sakura was unsure of how to proceed. She knew that Syaoran would never initiate anything physical between them, even though she knew he felt the same electricity between them that she did.

“Syaoran. Have you ever had sex?” she asked, a curious expression on her face.

Syaoran felt his hair stand on end and his entire face turn bright red. He turned to her with every intention of lying, until he saw the serious look in her eyes.

“Uh… yes.” He answered, looking away to stare at the carpet.

“I thought so.” Sakura said. She paused for a moment, choosing her next words carefully. “I have too, haven’t I?” she asked.

Syaoran’s jaw dropped. He grew even redder. “Uh… yes.”

“I thought so.” She said carefully. Syaoran could see that she was focused on how to word her questions. Sakura knew that she had to keep any memories at bay – she knew that if she tried to push for the specifics, she would lose consciousness. She had a theory that if she didn’t focus on the memory of Syaoran then she could prevent it. She could tell they had some sort of past together, and it broke her heart that she would maybe never get to know about it. In some ways, it didn’t matter. They were here together now, and they had so many new memories together.

“Syaoran… I want to have sex with you.” She said, placing a hand on his knee.

“Princess-“ Syaoran exclaimed, trying to stand up.

“Sakura.” She said firmly, pushing him back down to sitting position.

“… Sakura, are you drunk?” he said, a concerned look clouding his face.

“No. Perfectly sober.”

“Then why-“

“Because this wouldn’t be our first time together, would it?” She said, looking him straight in the eye. Daring him to tell her that she was wrong.

“Sakura…” he said, the concerned look fading to sadness.

“I thought so.” She said softly, cupping his face with her hand. Stroking his cheek with her thumb. Smiling sadly.

“Do you-“ he began to ask hopefully.

“No, no specifics. I don’t want to try to think about it too long.” She said. “Oto country.”

“Right.” He said, grasping hold of the hand that was holding his face. He remembered how she had collapsed in Oto country when she tried to push for the memories of him. It was like she had been struck by lightning, the bargain had kicked in so quickly.

They stared at each other in silence. Neither sure how to close the remaining distance between them. Sakura’s heart was pounding, the anticipation buzzing through her felt new and exciting. Syaoran was reeling, he truly never thought they would be close in this way ever again. Losing Sakura had been hard – losing her heart, their friendship, and their love had been terrible. He had pushed all thoughts of the more physical parts of their relationship out of his mind. It was too painful a reminder of what they had lost.

Sakura scooched towards him, leaning in. Syaoran closed his eyes – he had missed her lips so much. He felt the flutter of her lips over his closed eye, mirroring where they had been in Shura. He smiled. He felt her shift back, so he opened his eyes partway.

She was blushing, her green eyes looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and desire. She leaned in again, closing her eyes. He followed suit, gently cupping her face with both of his hands. Her hands grasped the lapels of his jacket. They paused with mere centimeters in between their lips. His eyes were questioning, searching hers for permission. She gave it by tentatively pressing her lips to his.

Syaoran fought the urge to wrap his arms around her and squeeze until she could barely breathe. It was all he could do to return the gentle kiss without letting his body take over. Old habits take over. Passion take over.

Sakura breathed in the scent of Syaoran and sighed with contentment. Her hands were holding on to his jacket still, and she could feel his heart beating fast underneath her fist.

They broke apart for a moment, Sakura looking shyly up at him. Syaoran allowed his hands to slide from her face to her waist, and he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. He pressed his face into the top of her head, the familiar feeling and scent of her soft hair was a balm for his wounded soul. Sakura wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her head on his shoulder. She could feel her heart slamming against her chest. His neck smelled so good, she thought that she might get drunk off of the scent of him. She couldn’t explain why, but she wanted to press her lips against his neck. Tentatively, she laid a kiss on his neck, just under his jaw.

Syaoran gasped. He had always been turned on by the way she would kiss his neck, and he was surprised by the precise placement. It was as if she… remembered.

“I’m sorry!” Sakura said, misinterpreting his gasp. She shifted away from him, feeling guilty. Of course this was too much for him.

“No, Sakura. It was really nice!” Syaoran exclaimed, internally cursing himself for his gasp. “What made you try that?”

“I don’t know… it was like something in me was telling me to.” She said, looking away with a furious blush.

Syaoran turned her head back to face him and leaned in. “Well, I liked it. I promise I will let you know if there’s anything you do that I don’t like. I hope that you will do the same for me.”

Sakura nodded shyly, taking in the up-close view of his lips. She wanted to kiss him again.

Syaoran saw her eyeing his lips, the hungry look in her eye had returned. Who was he to deny her what she wanted? He leaned forward and kissed her softly, reveling in the feeling of it all. She broke the kiss and leaned back slightly.

“There’s something else, isn’t there?” she said, her eyebrows furrowed.

“What do you mean?”

“There’s more to kissing than just pressing lips together. Isn’t there?”

“Well… yes.” He replied, blushing furiously.

 “Okay. What am I forgetting? Show me.” She said, leaning in.

“Sakura…”

“What? Why not?” she asked, an impatient look crossing her face.

He smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Even if these aren’t your firsts, some of this may feel like firsts for you. I don’t want to move too fast – this is complicated. Everything about this is complicated.”

Sakura nodded, taking in his serious smile. She returned it. “Syaoran, you’re so considerate. You are always putting me first. I think that’s why I lo-.” Sakura’s eyes shot open when she realized what she had almost said. She blushed.

Syaoran’s heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest, he grasped her hand. “Sakura…”

Sakura stared at their entwined hands in her lap, then dared to meet his eye. “I don’t need my memories of you to know that you crossed dimensions with me and protected me and believed in me. You are endlessly kind and brave and strong.” She looked back down at their hands. “How could I not?”

Syaoran scooped her back into his arms and kissed her passionately.

Ah, Sakura thought, this is the “something else.”

Their lips moved together desperately. The kiss was celebratory in nature, but also felt as though they were making up for lost time. Sakura did her best to release her mind and trust her body’s instincts. She ran her hands through Syaoran’s hair, enjoying the feeling. She nibbled gently on his bottom lip, causing him to groan.

Syaoran, on the other hand, was desperately trying not to trust his body’s instincts. His hands were on her waist, and he could feel the exposed skin of her back underneath his fingertips. She was so soft. And she smelled so good. When she ran her tongue along the seam of his mouth, he felt that he had no choice but to grant her access.

She explored his mouth greedily, enjoying the feeling of their tongues sliding over each other. When she felt Syaoran’s hands run lightly over her back, she moaned. She could hardly believe that the sound had come out of her. All of it felt so good. The smell of him, the feeling of his hands on her body, and the satisfying exchange of short breaths and deep kisses were driving her crazy. She felt selfish, but she knew there was more – and she wanted it.

Sakura felt strongly that Syaoran’s racing jacket was in the way. Without breaking their kiss, she began tugging insistently at it, trying to wrestle it over his shoulders. With his arms still wrapped around her and his hands roaming around her back, it felt like a losing battle.

He paused their kiss for a moment, giving her a lust-filled stare. “Looks like you’re as patient as ever.” He said with a raised eyebrow and a half-smile, shedding his jacket and letting it fall to the floor. Sakura could hardly take the look in his eyes, enthusiastically returning to their kiss.

This was much better. Now that his jacket was gone, she could really feel him. She hungrily ran her hands from his hair to his shoulders, continuing down his chest to his abs. Underneath the shirt he was wearing she could feel his toned muscles. The same feeling that she had when her face was near his neck was beginning to come over her now. She wanted to press her mouth all the way down his torso.

Syaoran had other plans. He broke their kiss, softly kissing her cheek and then along her jaw line, pressing his lips softly down her neck, and then lightly sucking at the crook where her neck met her shoulder. Sakura moaned. She had no idea that something as simple as a kiss to the neck could feel so good. Syaoran’s hands were on her hips, his thumbs dipping beneath the fabric of the front of her dress, his fingers splayed across her back just above her rear. He ran his hands from her hips on up, his thumbs feeling her effortless abs, her ribs, and the sides of her breasts. The feeling of his fingers running so close to her nipples caused Sakura to moan again, louder.

She wanted to feel his skin underneath her fingertips. She tugged at the black t-shirt tucked into his black pants, then slid her fingers beneath his shirt. Syaoran was tall and thin, but every inch of him was muscular. Everywhere she touched she was greeted by sinewy muscles covered by smooth skin. But she wanted more – she wanted to explore his chest, she wanted to look at his abs. It was all there, but still covered by that damn black t-shirt.

“May I?” she asked, tugging at the bottom of his shirt.

Syaoran had never been able to say no to her, and he doubted he would be able to start now. Her eyes were still filled with lust and desire, but there was also curiosity.

He raised his arms wordlessly, indicating that she could take his shirt off. His eyes were intense as they stared back into her own. She carefully pulled the shirt up and overhead, letting it fall… somewhere. She didn’t know, and she didn’t care.

Sakura ran her eyes over Syaoran’s chest. She tentatively brought her hands back to his shoulders, looking to him for permission to continue. He said nothing, his eyes maintaining their intensity. She brought her hand down his chest just over his heart. It was beating wildly. He closed his eyes and exhaled. Under her touch, his heart rate began to slow. He smiled at her through half-lidded eyes, then leaned forward to cup her face with his hands and kiss her again.

Without breaking the kiss, Syaoran scooped Sakura up in his arms and carried her to the bed, sitting her carefully on the edge. He sat beside her, one hand coming up to her face. She had other plans.

Sakura gently pushed him backwards onto the bed, making sure he swung his legs up so that he was lying down. Then she carefully straddled his waist. She massaged at his shoulders, ran her thumbs over his biceps, and enjoyed the way his forearms felt beneath her hands. Undisturbed, she was able to run her hands over Syaoran, drinking in the feel of his chest, his ribs, his abs. She wondered how it would feel for their naked chests to touch. She had no way of knowing for certain, but she had a feeling she was on to something good.

Syaoran could barely contain himself – all of this was almost too much. He had felt himself begin to harden the minute he had begun to think about having sex with her. When she had pressed her tongue to his lips his erection was no longer a technicality. He enjoyed the view of her above him, her serious and demanding eyes absorbing the sight of him. He loved the feeling of her running her soft hands across his chest, his arms, his stomach. He couldn’t get enough of the feeling of the heat from between her legs pressed against his stomach. As soon as he thought about how wet she was becoming, she shifted herself so that she was kneeling on the bed beside him.

“Syaoran, would you mind helping me take my dress off?” she asked shyly, a blush crossing her face.

He could have come undone right then and there.

He sat up, swallowing hard. “Are you sure?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed in their semi-serious state.

Sakura nodded, still blushing furiously but giving a small smile. She turned around so that he could examine the dress.

“The wings on the chain unclip from each other, and there is a button on the halter.” She said, staring at her knees on the bed.

Syaoran fiddled with the wings for a few moments, but finally figured out how they came unclasped. The button on the halter was easier. Once freed, the front of the dress slid down, leaving Sakura’s torso uncovered. She looked over her shoulder at him shyly, still facing away from him. Syaoran scooched closer to her on the bed, gently pressing his lips to her shoulder.

Sakura loved the feeling of his lips on her skin. She wanted to turn around, but she was nervous of what he would think seeing her small breasts for the first time. And then she remembered, it wasn’t the first time. He had clearly seen them before and obviously liked them enough to be back in bed with her. She slowly shifted to face him, letting her arms come forward to reveal herself completely.

Syaoran’s heart was ready to burst as he took in the full sight of her. Her auburn hair was disheveled from where his hands were running through it. Her blue dress had fallen forward, tangled around her waist, barely covering her nether regions. Her pert breasts were now out in the open, her nipples erect. Her cheeks were still blushing, and her large green eyes were questioning.

“You are so beautiful.” He said, his voice reverent.

Sakura looked away, burning under the intensity of his gaze. “Thank you.” She whispered.

Syaoran raised his hand to cup her face, pulling her towards him for a languid kiss. Any of the awkwardness that she felt after feeling exposed melted away as her body was flooded with feelings. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her chest into his. Her breath caught at the new sensation – this felt warm and safe, yet strangely intimate. She could feel his chest shudder against her. He shifted his hands from her face to her waist and held her tightly. He changed up the speed of their slow, sweet kiss and exchanged it for something more passionate. They tumbled from their upright position sideways onto the bed. Sakura instinctively threw her leg up over Syaoran’s hip, her body becoming as flush with his as was possible in that position. He ran his hand down her back, grazing lightly over her ass before grasping her thigh.

Syaoran carefully shifted Sakura so that she was lying on her back while he hovered above her, caging her in with his strong arms. He softly bit her lower lip before kissing her deeply once more, then trailing light kisses down her neck. He swirled his tongue around the spot at the crook where her neck met her shoulder. She moaned softly, losing herself in the feeling of his lips. She could feel him shifting his weight to one arm, and she vaguely wondered if he was getting tired of being above her. She would be more than happy to sit on his waist and run her hands all over him again. It was then that she felt his hand cup her left breast and squeeze gently. Her response was immediate – a slightly arched back and a sharp intake of breath. How could anything feel better than this?

Almost in response to her unspoken question, Syaoran ran his thumb over her nipple. Sakura moaned. He continued to massage her breast, occasionally rolling her nipple through his fingers. She was writhing beneath his touch, biting her lip and whimpering. Just when she thought there was no way this could possibly improve, he took her nipple into his mouth. His other hand went to her right breast, giving it the same attention he had given her left. The combination left Sakura moaning, feeling the pressure build inside of her. She ran her fingers through his hair, clutching at the hair on the nape of his neck as her back arched. He looked up at her, his eyes burning with lust, and released her breasts.

“Sakura, may I remove the remainder of your dress?” he asked.

If she hadn’t been so out of breath from pleasure, she would have giggled at his politeness. And it was kind of funny, him asking so sweetly as she lay splayed out on the bed with her nipples shiny from his lips. She looked at him and nodded.

Syaoran carefully tugged at the dress tangled around her dress, pulling it down her hips and legs and tossing it to the side. She was now nearly completely naked, lying on his bed in a pair of lacy blue underwear that matched the shade of her dress. Tomoyo clearly found satisfaction in the details. He was enamored with the sight of her – sprawled out, biting her lip, her eyes filled with want.

“So, so beautiful.” He sighed, as he crawled back onto the bed and laid alongside her. Propping his head up on his arm, he kissed her again, using his other arm to pull her closer. Sakura started to roll onto her side to face him, but he gently pressed down on her hip, preventing her from doing so. The look she gave him was closer to a pout than anything else, and he had to chuckle as he laid a kiss on her forehead. “I’m sorry, but this angle has… historically… worked very well.”

Sakura felt her stomach flip with excitement. “What’s next?” she asked, running her fingers along the forearm he had slung across her.

“Well, with your permission, I was wondering if you would be okay with me touching you.” He murmured, pressing his lips onto the top of her head.

“You’re already touching me.” She said, a look of mild confusion crossing her face.

Syaoran swallowed. He had been feeling more confident, but that comment made the blush on his face return with a vengeance. He struggled to find the words that came next – he wanted to explain to her what came next, but he also couldn’t shake the feeling that he was taking advantage of her.

Sakura was not oblivious to the internal conflict that Syaoran was going through. While he had typically done a good job of keeping his emotions to his chest during the day to day, the moment that a situation became charged you could read his face like a book. And right now, with the sexual tension in the room, she could see that he was struggling and feeling awkward.

She reached out to pull his face towards her. “I trust you.” She whispered. “Ok?”

Syaoran looked at her with a soft look in his eyes. “Okay. But if anything is too much for you, or doesn’t feel good, or you don’t like it, you have to let me know.”

“Okay.” She agreed, feeling the excitement build within her again.

They returned to kissing, which Sakura felt strongly she would never tire of. Even knowing that there were other facets to a physical relationship, and knowing that there were even more things to come, she still really enjoyed kissing him.

He ran his hand from its resting place on her hip back up to her breasts, giving one a soft squeeze. She purred with agreement, enjoying the way his large hands enveloped her. Then she felt his hand slowly sliding down, gliding over her stomach and past her hips to rest on her panties. He tentatively ran his fingers over her center, the lace wet beneath his fingers. Sakura moaned into his mouth, bucking her hips up into his hand. She thought the feeling of his hands on her breast was amazing? It was nothing compared to this. The feeling of his fingers pressing gently against her folds, even through her panties, was incredible, and the feelings of pleasure that rippled through her body all seemed to begin at that spot.

Syaoran had been extremely nervous about touching her this way. He wasn’t sure how she would react, and if she would react well. Whether her mind could recall their past was one thing, but the way she instinctively bucked her hips into his hand confirmed that her body certainly had memories. It filled him with confidence, and it didn’t hurt that her moans sounded so pleading. Each one sent his thoughts racing, looking ahead to the moment when his own low moans would join hers.

But he needed to focus – it wasn’t every day you got to re-do your first time fingering the love of your life. Syaoran cringed internally, thinking briefly back to the first time they had tried it. Two horny teenagers trying to soak in every moment before she had to go back to the palace. They had both been enthusiastic, but she had chided him gently for being a little too fast and a little too rough. He wouldn’t make the same mistake again. 

He was slow and gentle as he continued running his fingers over her panties. He began a lazy pattern, beginning right over her center, sliding up, making a couple of circles around her clit, and repeating.

Sakura was beside herself, it all felt too impossibly good. She writhed beneath him, clutching at his face, his neck, his shoulder, his arm. She felt if she couldn’t get a good hold on him, she would lose her anchor and simply float away. She could feel him smiling within their kiss. The pressure within her was building, and she felt as though her feelings were mounting up to something.

She broke their kiss, arching her back and moaning loudly as the waves of pleasure washed over her.

Syaoran was aghast. Had she…?

“Sakura, was that an orgasm?” he asked, incredulous.

She blushed in response. “I don’t know what else it would be.” She said, panting as she came down from her high. “Why?”

“Well, I didn’t even get to take your underwear off.”

Sakura laughed lightly. “Is that unusual?”

“Well… it would certainly be a first.” He replied with a slightly furrowed brow.

Sakura laughed again, rolling onto her side to kiss him. “I didn’t mind it at all.” Her body was still tingly from her release, and she was beginning to feel it was unfair that so far this evening Syaoran hadn’t writhed underneath her touch.

“That’s good.” Syaoran said, returning her kiss. He felt her small hand come up to his shoulder and start to push him so that he was lying on his back. He acquiesced, chuckling softly. “This feels like you have something in mind, Sakura.”

“I do.” She said. “I have spent most of this time feeling amazing, and I want you to feel amazing too.” She pushed herself up to a sitting position and straddled him, coming to rest gently on his clothed erection.

Syaoran gasped at the new contact, causing her to give him a delighted smile. She looked so happy with his response he had to laugh a little. “I promise Sakura, I already feel amazing. Making you feel good, getting to see you like this, getting to kiss you – all of it is more than I could have hoped for.” He said, resting his hands on her thighs.

“You’re very sweet,” she said, running her hands from his stomach up to his shoulders. “But the idea of making you feel good makes me very excited.” Her lips hovered over his with only a few centimeters between them. “You wouldn’t want to deprive me of that, would you?” she said, giving him a mock-innocent look.

“You make a compelling argument.” He replied, pulling her face towards him to close the space between them.

She broke the kiss almost immediately. “Good.”

Sakura laid soft, slow kisses down his jawline to his neck. Her tongue made small circles as she kissed and sucked on the sides of his neck. Her hands continued to explore and re-explore his chest. Her thumbs glided over his nipples – would that have the same effect as when he did it to her? Not exactly, but he certainly didn’t seem to mind it. All the while, she slowly ground her hips down over his jeans. Syaoran’s response was immediate, his hands squeezing her thighs tightly as his breath hitched. Excellent – she was on the right track.

She raised her hips, and Syaoran’s moan bordered on a whine as he mourned the lack of contact. She began to kiss down his torso, taking her sweet time as she fulfilled her earlier fantasy of pressing her mouth all the way down him. It was as satisfying as she thought it would be. She couldn’t get enough of the feeling of his warm, smooth skin beneath her lips.

Syaoran found that he was holding his breath the closer she got to his dick. He felt as though he was going to burst out of his jeans, rigid with anticipation. He was torn – on one hand, the idea of Sakura unzipping his jeans was terrifying. On the other… he really, really wanted her to.

Finally, she was there. Her fingertips gently tucked into the waistband of his jeans, looking up at him inquisitively. She ran her thumb over the button of his fly. “May I?” she asked.

He propped himself up on his elbows and nodded, taking in the sight of her carefully unbuttoning his jeans and slowly unzipping them. She hooked her fingers into the sides of his jeans and began to tug them down. He panicked momentarily when he realized that she was also tugging down his underwear. He relaxed only slightly when she shot him a wicked grin – at least it seemed intentional. His dick sprang free the instant it was released from the clothing, and Sakura looked at it with a mixture of lust, awe, and concern.

He recognized the flash of concern on her face, remembering how she had exclaimed “That’s gotta go in me?!” the first time she saw had seen him naked. He was about to say something reassuring – that they didn’t have to go all of the way tonight, that this was enough, that she didn’t have to worry. Before he could get a word out, she had settled herself next to his dick, lying on her stomach at a perpendicular angle from him.  She tentatively grasped the base of his cock, enjoying the way it still felt hard when the skin was so smooth. The instant that he felt her fingers wrap around him, he collapsed back onto the bed, covering his face with his arms.

“Syaoran!” she exclaimed, releasing him. “Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”

“No, quite the opposite.” He groaned. “You’ve barely touched me and I already feel like I’m gone.”

“Oh…” she said, her voice husky.

Sakura returned her fingers to the base of his dick, grasping it gently and slowly pumping him. Then all of a sudden it was Syaoran who was writhing beneath her, moaning. Periodically she would run her thumb over the head or down his shaft and he would buck his hips. She really liked that. The look on his face was one of pure ecstasy and it turned her on immensely. The little tingle of impulse was back again – telling her that she should take his cock into her mouth. Since her body’s impulses had been overwhelming correct today, she decided to take the plunge.

She quickly straddled his legs, settling herself just over his knees. She leaned down and took as much of him into her mouth as she could. His response was immediate, and very positive. She slowly began bobbing her head and pumping her fist in time, enjoying the way he looked as he bit his lips and grasped at the covers.

His moans were coming faster now and his hip jerks seemed to be occurring more frequently. “Sakura, I’m going to-“

She hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, which tipped him over the edge. When he began to cum, she released his cock almost immediately, surprised by the substance on her lips. She brought a finger to her mouth, touching the gooey, salty spend. The taste wasn’t bad but she didn’t think she’d be making a habit out of swallowing.

Syaoran’s breath was still ragged when Sakura looked over at him, a delighted smile on her face. He was still tingling from his orgasm, feeling increasingly like an empty shell. No thoughts, just reflecting on how good it felt to have Sakura’s warm mouth around him. Dropping her hand, she crawled toward the head of the bed to settle in next to his side, leaning her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and she did the same.

For a moment they were quiet, Syaoran still a tingly shell of himself and Sakura feeling contemplative. Sakura wanted to get back to it (she still felt like there were things she wanted to do but couldn’t remember), but Syaoran still seemed completely wiped out. After several minutes of listening to his ragged breathing slowly return to normal, she was ready. She pushed herself up to prop her head up on her arm.

“So… is it time to have sex yet?” she asked.

Syaoran chuckled at her eagerness. “Uh… not quite. I need… a little more time.”

“More time?”

“Yeah, I need time to… recharge.”

“Recharge.”

“Yes. Men aren’t typically able to orgasm more than once in a short period.”

“Oh… so are we going to be able to, tonight?” Sakura asked, looking dejected.

“Are you impatient?” he asked, a playful smile on his lips.

“No!” she said, puffing up her cheeks.

“Well,” he began, rolling onto his side and running a hand down to her hips, “if we need a way to pass the time, I have a few ideas.”

“Like what?” she asked, a puzzled expression on her face.

“Well, you’re starting to seem a little overdressed.” He said, hooking a finger into the waistband of her lacy panties.

“Ah!” she exclaimed, her face flushing red.

“You made short work of getting me completely naked, it doesn’t seem fair somehow.” He said, giving her a smoldering look.

Sakura covered her face with her hands. Syaoran was immediately concerned.

“Is that okay?” he asked anxiously.

She lowered her hands slightly, nodding slowly. “While you take them off, can you… kiss me?” she asked, biting her lip. “I just feel a little awkward at the idea of you just… taking them off.”

He smiled at her. “Of course.”

She cupped his face in her hands while he kissed her slowly. He felt her relax under him as he slowly slid off her panties, leaving both of them completely naked.

Although they had both been in various states of undress over the course of the evening, there was something a little different now. There were no longer any barriers between them. Even though this was not the first time they had been naked together, they both felt strangely exposed.

Syaoran propped his head up on his arm once more, and Sakura breathed into the now-familiar feeling of his hand grazing her nipples, gliding over her stomach, and coming to rest between her legs. Between her earlier orgasm and how aroused she was while going down on Syaoran she was dripping wet. He slowly, gently began his pattern from before – beginning at her center, sliding up, a few circles around her clit, and back down. Even though he was technically doing the same thing as before, Sakura was surprised by just how different it felt with the lacy barrier removed. It didn’t take long before she was writhing beneath his touch again.

Sakura was so delirious with pleasure that she hardly noticed Syaoran had shifted himself off of the bed. When he removed his fingers from her folds she moaned at the loss. He carefully scooched her toward the edge of the bed, gently spreading her legs and settling down between them. He picked up where he left off – easing his fingers center, up, circles, down. The difference was that this time he was leaving tender kisses on her inner thighs as well. She could feel the kisses moving slowly inward until his mouth rested just over her clit.

One small, tentative lick left Sakura drowning in pleasure. Syaoran alternated between softly kissing her center and dragging a flat tongue along her folds. The feelings were building inside her again, and she knew that this orgasm was going to be a bit larger than the one before. And that one had been amazing. Syaoran returned his hand to her, dipping just his fingertip inside of her, teasing.

“Oh, Syaoran! Please-” She didn’t even know exactly what it was she was begging for, but she knew that he did.

Syaoran was filled with pride. He was overjoyed that, even with the many months that had passed in celibacy, he still knew her body as well as she did. That he was still able to arouse her. That he was still able to make her cry out his name. That he was still able to bring her to her climax. He knew exactly what she was begging for, and he was going to give it to her.

He carefully eased two fingers inside of her, never stopping the attention that he was giving her clit. She was so wet that his fingers went in easily, and she arched her back with pleasure. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out, swirling his tongue around her clit. Her hands went from clutching the sheets to grabbing at his hair. The feeling of her fingers in his hair spurred him onwards. He was disappointed for a moment as her hands left his hair. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, and for a moment he locked eyes with her. He curved his fingers towards her inner wall, raising one eyebrow at her while he did – never breaking eye contact. Her eyes scrunched tight as she collapsed back onto the bed while she came. Her back arched and she let out the longest moan he could ever remember hearing.  

Sakura’s chest was heaving as the waves of pleasure washed over her. She could feel it in almost every part of her body. She was vaguely aware of Syaoran wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and coming back to lie beside her on the bed. He was lying on his side, and so she turned to her side as well. She began to snuggle close to him but she found that something was preventing their hips from becoming flush. She looked down to see Syaoran’s erection back in full form.

“You’ve recovered?” she asked with a sly smile.

“It would appear so.” He replied, kissing her softly.

She slid her arms around his neck to return the kiss, pressing her chest against his. Syaoran’s arms slid down to her rear, squeezing gently. He turned them over carefully so that Sakura was on her back and he was above her. He smoothed her bangs and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He was about to ask if she was ready, if she still wanted this. But before he could open his mouth, she met his eyes with a serious gaze.

“I want you.” She said. Simply. Beautifully. Perfectly.

Her legs fell apart easily. He carefully lined himself up with her center. He looked at her again, the question in his eyes unspoken. She nodded, the desire and anticipation burning in her eyes. He slowly sank into her, filling her completely, their hips now flush, moaning in unison. She sighed with contentment at the delicious feeling of him inside her. He tentatively rocked his hips against hers, and she moaned again at the way the friction made her feel. He pulled out slightly, then pushed in again. He set a careful pace to start with, pumping in and out of her slowly. She raised her hips to meet him each time, biting her lip with pleasure.

“Syaoran, you feel so good!” she moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

“I love being with you.” He moaned in reply, beginning to pick up the pace.

“Yes, Syaoran!” she cried as his thrusts became faster and stronger.

“I will never get enough of you.” He murmured into her neck.

“Good. I don’t ever want to stop this.” She panted, raking her nails over his back.

They were lost in each other. He was enamored by the way her breasts bounced with each rock of his hips, the way her teeth bit her bottom lip, the way her hands felt as they ran over his back and shoulders. She was captivated by the way he would lean down to kiss her, the way his eyes looked - so full of love and adoration, the way his hands would come up to softly squeeze her breast or flick a nipple.

The only sounds in the room were their collective pants and moans coupled with the sound of them joining together again and again. If they could stay that way forever, they would have. But the pressure of their orgasms had mounted to a breaking point. Syaoran was doing his best to make sure he didn’t come first, but it was so hard with how beautiful she looked and how incredible she felt.

“Syaoran, I-“ she exclaimed, her fingernails digging into shoulders.

Recognizing what that meant, he took the opportunity to press a thumb between them. The stimulation to her clit was just what she needed to push her over the edge. She tensed around him as her orgasm ripped through her. With each of Syaoran’s thrusts, a new wave of pleasure crested over her. He bucked his hips erratically as his own orgasm followed close behind. He collapsed on the bed next to her, both of them feeling complete and at peace.

After they collected themselves, Syaoran rolled onto his back and Sakura snuggled into his side, resting her head on his bare chest. Their hair clung to the sweat on their foreheads. Their skin was tacky with and sticky. The scent of their arousal permeated the room.

“I love you.” Syaoran whispered, pressing his lips to her hair. “I always have and I always will.”

“I love you too.” Sakura said, tears filling her eyes. She still felt robbed of the relationship that they had had. They both knew it could never be the same as it was.

But in this moment, lying in each other’s arms, they were hopeful for what was to come.

-

The next morning, Kurogane was making his way down the hall, swearing. The living room was a disaster – all of the partygoers were passed out on the floor and there were partially empty bottles of alcohol everywhere. Getting everyone up and out the door was going to take time, and he didn’t have the patience to do it himself.

He threw open the door to Syaoran’s room, letting the door slam the wall with a bang.

Kurogane could hardly believe what he was seeing. Syaoran and The Princess were snuggled together in bed, fast asleep. Their clothes were strewn around the room, and he could tell they were naked under the covers. He could feel his face flush as he quickly averted his eyes, backed out of the room, and softly closed the door.

“Kuro-tan, it isn’t nice to slam doors when there are so many people with hangovers.” Fai said.

At the sound of Fai’s voice, Kurogane nearly jumped out of his skin. He had been so distracted by what he had accidentally seen that he wasn’t as aware of his surroundings.

“Yeah, well, it’s not my fault none of you people know how to control yourselves.” Kurogane replied gruffly.

“Is Sakura-chan in Syaoran’s room? I noticed that she never returned from her trip to the hallway last night.”

“Uh… yeah. She’s with the kid.”

“Is Daddy sad that his children are growing up and sleeping together?” Fai said teasingly.

“Stop calling me “Daddy”! And why do you have to make everything a joke?” Kurogane hissed.

Fai simply smiled up at him, but didn’t say anything. “I hope that they’re okay. This may change things for our travels moving forward.” Kurogane said.

Fai was uncharacteristically serious for a moment. “I don’t think it will change anything. They’re just returning to what they were.” he said with a smile.