Chapter 1: First Move

Sakura glanced at the clock, willing it to speed up. Only nine periods until the sweet freedom of Christmas break! She had been waiting for this day for weeks. Now it was only hours until the long-awaited opportunity would appear before her.

She hadn't seen her boyfriend Syaoran for several days now, no thanks to her curfew and her elder brother, and since she had managed to wrangle permission from her father to join Syaoran at his home in Hong Kong...ah, the prospect was sweet.

The bell rang. She grinned. Homeroom was over – finally! First period came next.

"You're excited for first period?" Tomoyo asked from behind her. "Since when?"

"You know exactly why I'm grinning, Tomoyo-chan. Give me a break, okay? I'm just so happy for Christmas to come!" Sakura squeaked happily, a bounce in her step while she half-skipped out the door.

"Along with every other girl in the school," Tomoyo said, smiling. "Sakura-chan isn't the only one with a hot boyfriend waiting for their girl to finally leave this silly school for the break."

"Yeah, but I think I'm the only one going to Hong Kong with my extremely hot boyfriend. I have every right to be bouncing off the walls!"

Tomoyo sighed. "A shame I can't come with you this time," she said to herself rather sadly. "I'm going to miss all of Sakura-chan's best moments!"

Sakura saw Tomoyo's hand slip into a familiar bag to rub something, and said quietly, "Hoe… Tomoyo-chan, why exactly do you have your camcorder here today?"

"I always have it. You just don't notice," Tomoyo chirped. She gave her famous evil laugh, causing the other girls to grin knowingly at their classmate's familiarly strange behavior. "The quicker we get to class, the quicker time will go by! Let's go!"

Finding herself dragged through the halls lightning fast, Sakura could only laugh at her crazy friend's mood swings and follow along. In what felt like seconds they were already at class, and panting hard. The teacher gave them an odd look, but then ignored them. Sakura sat, Tomoyo next to her, and began to get out her materials from her bag. Her pencils, her notes, her homework, her calculator… Good. It was all prepared, and perfectly timed. The bell rang to begin the period.

"Today, we'll be reviewing Trigonometry," the teacher announced. Sakura groaned to herself. Trig? She could never figure out trig!

A presence made her blink. She could feel Syaoran's presence, but when she looked outside the classroom, he wasn't there. But I know his aura! she thought, and nearly jumped when a hand she couldn't see placed itself against her cheek. "Hello, sweetheart. Guess who?"

Sakura could definitely feel his aura. He was standing right next to her! On her notebook she scribbled, "You're not supposed to be here, even if you are invisible to everybody else! Why did you come? And how are you invisible, anyway?"

She felt him shrug after reading over her shoulder—he was standing that close to her, and...was that his bare skin she could feel? "I was bored, and discovered a handy spell in one of the clan books. Been practicing it and meaning to surprise you. Besides, I always did want to see what kind of torture you went through at a Catholic girl's school, of all things. Have you paid your brother back for that yet?" he said softly in her ear.

Oooh, why does he have to remind me of that? Once Sakura had converted all the cards, her brother Touya had moved her into a Catholic high school exclusively for girls, claiming the discipline there would be good for her. More like good for him that I don't get to spend time with Syaoran!

Syaoran! She was annoyed. Sakura ever so subtly shook her head, trying to keep the anger off her face. It was just like him to find some spell to turn invisible. Nobody else would know she was here – she was the only one who had magic, of course, and thus could see him.

She resorted to using magic to speak in his mind. No, I haven't, and it's not torturous. You, on the other hand, are. Syaoran, you really, really shouldn't be here. Please, just leave.

"No way, I'm bored. Besides, I'm having too much fun already, Sakura. You know, your uniforms are very funny."

What?

"Well, it's a Catholic girl's school, so they're all about modesty, right? And yet, I find that there are so many options here that are distinctly un-modest."

The smirk in his voice made her gulp. Oh, no, he was up to something. Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no…

"Want me to name a few?" Syaoran began. "Well for one, there's your neck. It's completely exposed. I guess nuns never really realize just how attractive girl's necks are. Particularly yours."

Sakura struggled to keep from making a sound as softly kissed her neck, sending tingles of delight everywhere. Every now and then Syaoran's tongue would snake out and lightly lick her skin, thrilling her even more.

Can we argue about the uniform later? she asked silently, trying to stay focused.

"No." Tantalizing kisses were placed all the way down her neck to as far as the collar of the shirt would let him go. She bit her lip, knowing she was turning completely pink. With all she had she resisted the urge to completely throw herself at him.

Please, not now…

"Don't give me some flimsy excuse," he said. Syaoran lifted his head slightly. His breath was hot on her ear. "Now you're a Catholic girl with a curfew. Surely you need a...release." His hand brushed over her arms, her collarbone...oh no he knows I can't resist! Sakura thought. "I know you want it. Correction, I know you want me," Syaoran continued.

Her head was swimming, agreeing with his statement. Sakura loved him, and wanted him, so much. Ever since the first time they'd made love, when Syaoran had proposed marriage to her in secret on his eighteenth birthday, he would get occasional fits of utter sexiness. Whenever he became the way he was right now, she simply melted into puddles, which was not the ideal thing to do in the middle of Trigonometry class.

"Sakura-chan, is something wrong? Why are you blushing so badly? Thinking about Li-kun again?" Tomoyo teased lightly, winking.

Syaoran's husky laugh made a shiver go down her spine. You have no idea, she thought, trying to glare at Tomoyo as she blushed even more. "I'm fine, don't worry. And of course I am."

Tomoyo laughed, and looked away again, allowing Sakura to let out a small sigh of relief.

Syaoran, please stop! This isn't the time.

"Not going to work, my Sakura." His breath had moved to her knee, tickling her in more ways than one.

He was testing her so much. She just wanted to grab his hair, tangle her fingers in it, and harshly yank him towards her and put her lips on his, kissing until they could only think enough to take their clothes off.

"Syaoran-kun," she whispered, pleading and closing her eyes.

"You know, this uniform skirt is pretty silly, too."

She nearly jumped into the air when warm fingers lightly touched her knee, just below her skirt. She didn't dare open her eyes, knowing if she saw him, she was most likely done for. His breath was now wafting past her knee in harsh, quick pants, tickling her in more ways than one. Slowly, so slowly, his calloused yet gentle fingertips slid up her skirt, and she became more and more breathless as his hand moved.

At last, it reached his destination. His already too-warm touch became hot, and she squeaked slightly as she suddenly found that her panties had been entirely burned away by magic. Reluctantly she found herself admiring Syaoran's control over his powers; she hadn't even felt anything until she'd realized they were gone.

You really shouldn't use your magic like that, she said in her mind. If he didn't stop now, she'd do something drastic, but he obviously had no plans for that. Her mind worked as quickly as it could in the fog of lust that had settled over it, trying to find an escape.

"And here I thought you'd be impressed with my control," whined the annoyingly persistent Syaoran. He nibbled on her ear, and she clenched her fists, still refusing to open her eyes. "Among other things."

She was beyond impressed. Sakura shut her eyes even tighter, trying to take deep, even breaths.

"Sorry, am I turning you on just a bit too much?" Syaoran said. He didn't sound apologetic at all, but rather, like he was going to do something… Again.

Syaoran, you are completely stretching my limits here!

"If it makes you feel better…" Suddenly Sakura squeaked slightly. Something warm, hard, and big was pressed against her. It could only be one thing. Her body was shaking at this point. She felt like she was going to explode with desire if she didn't get what she so desperately needed now.

Again, his breath fell on her ear. "I'm not entirely in control, either."

That's it! she screamed in her mind. She couldn't take it anymore. With a snap of her fingers, the Time card activated, freezing everybody around them. Her eyes flew open to glare at him.

"Syaoran, you do realize that I have to pass math if you want us to go to the same college!" she yelled fiercely. Using her magic vision, she spotted the outline of his invisible...naked...body. She stood and immediately pulled him toward her for a searing kiss, licking his mouth hungrily and throwing her arms around his neck. His response was just as fierce, his tongue writhing into her mouth to taste every single bit of her, savoring it. He pushed her back a few feet until they stood against the wall, giving them a bit more freedom to make out without the problem of standing up.

"Payback," she murmured against him. Sakura leaned slightly against him, making sure her breasts were right on his chest, and still while kissing him she moved her legs towards him as well, until her skirt was the only thing between his thigh and hers. And she could feel just how much he wanted her.

His groan brought her delight at her success. "Seductress," he muttered in between kisses trailing down her neck again. A bright flush was now obvious on both of them. Syaoran was visible again, having lost control of the spell from distraction, and he was naked to boot. Sakura laughed softly; indeed, he was extremely hot.

As he kissed and licked her, he also slowly began to slip her skirt off, pulling the elastic and letting it drop. Sakura was helping without even realizing it – she was too trapped in emotion to pay attention.

Syaoran started to remove her shirt as well, undoing the buttons with his mouth still over hers. He was hard, and needed this so badly; he loved her just as much as she loved him.

However, Sakura came to her senses as soon as the shirt began to go over her head. She yanked herself away, pulled her shirt back on, and, still flustered, pulled her skirt up as well. With another snap of her fingers, she used Create to replace the underwear Syaoran had burnt off.

"Sakura…"

"I want it just as much, but if we don't stop now they'll never get the floor cleaned once I'm done with you," she replied, attempting to sound sharp. "And I think of all places, we can do better than a Catholic girl's school in the middle of first period. You already got your kiss, so be satisfied for now, and leave!"

"Fine, fine," he said, grinning cheekily. He disappeared. Sakura watched him with her magical sight until he left. Sighing, she sat in her seat and adjusted her shirt and skirt. Her breathing was beginning to slow again, and her face was slowly fading to its usual color, but she couldn't stop the unending flow of sensual images running through her mind.

"He just has to be that sexy," she muttered. Then, feeling calm enough at last, she let time begin again.

She nearly jumped when the bell rang almost immediately after the continuation of the class. Sakura could have sworn that she had at least ten more minutes to compose herself entirely. Huffing, she gathered her things.

Tomoyo looked at her with concern. "Sakura-chan, are you alright? You seem a little angry, what's wrong?"

Sakura gave her a bright smile. "I'm fine. Just remind me to kill Syaoran-kun later, and don't ask me why. Please?"

Her friend considered it, and then grinned. "You know, I could always blackmail it out of you. And you know how."

"You forget, I still have the dirt on you, as well, Tomoyo-chan. You can't touch me!" she said, laughing as they walked through the door to their second period class.

She felt phantom lips touch brush her hair. Somebody whispered, "But I can."

I thought you left! She said to him through magic, groaning.

"I didn't say I'd leave the school. Just that classroom," Syaoran replied. She blushed as he kissed her cheek invisibly.

"Are you sure you're fine?" Tomoyo asked again at the odd expression on Sakura's face.

Sakura glared at the empty air and muttered, "I'm absolutely fine. Completely, absolutely, certainly fine."

The bell rang again. Another period of torture?

Unless…

A smile spread across her lips. Two could play at that game.

Coming next chapter: Sakura gets back at Syaoran in the way only she and her Cards can! And what's this about a g...g...ghost in school?