A/N: I do NOT own the anime/manga 'CardCaptor Sakura'...the wonderful women of CLAMP do. I take no credit in CCS characters used nor their personality; I only take credit for the story line.

- SEQUEL TO MY FIC "HIS FALLEN ANGEL"!! PLEASE READ THAT FIRST -

Her Rising Saviour:

Chapter One – Everything

Sakura Kinomoto gave a small groan of annoyance when the alarm clock beside her began to blare. With her eyes still closed, her hand searched blindly for the annoying clock and turned off the loud noise. Then she cuddled back into the warm side of the man sleeping beside her, her arm coming back to rest on its previous position on his chest.

After taking a moment to fully wake, she forced her eyes open and blinked a few times to push the sleep out of her emerald eyes. She turned her head upward to see the face of the sleeping angel, saviour, whatever one wanted to call him. To her, he was her everything; angel, saviour and lover.

She pushed herself up and began peppering his face with light kisses while her hand caressed his naked torso.

"Syaoran..." she crooned, "Syaoran...wake up, hun. Wake up..."

He gave a small moan, obviously not wanting to wake, and tightened his arms around her, pulling her closer to his body. His eyes refusing to open, he shook his head and mumbled sleepily, "I don't want to."

Sakura giggled when he pulled her closer. She kissed his chest once lightly, earning another small moan from him, and giggled again. "You have to. We have to. You're supposed to be at the office early today to get ready for that trial this afternoon. And after, Tomoyo's coming over to help me with the wedding plans."

His eyes opened unwillingly and he peered down at her with sleep-filled eyes. He leaned his head down to capture her lips in a very passionate kiss, earning a few throaty noises from the two of them. Sakura, being the responsible one, pulled away with a smile on her lips.

"Syaoran..." she warned, shaking her head. If he had it his way, they would never get to work. Not that she was complaining; she would rather enjoy that. But they both knew perfectly well that they couldn't.

He sighed and let her go, also smiling, "Fine, fine."

Sakura smiled, pleased, and pushed the covers off her to get out of the bed. But when she tried to crawl out of bed, Syaoran's strong arms wrapped around her torso and pulled her back to him.

"Hey!" Sakura cried out, giggling, as she swatted at his hands on her stomach.

"Don't you 'hey!' me!" He scolded gently. He pouted playfully, "I didn't even get to say good-morning yet."

Sakura giggled as she felt him unwind his arms from around her. Even if she wanted to she couldn't be irritated with Syaoran at this point. She knew exactly what he meant, so when he let go she rolled onto her back.

She looked over to see him beaming as he crawled over to her and laid beside her, his head near her stomach. He pushed up her nightclothes – a shirt of his – and pressed a soft kiss to her lower abdomen.

"Good morning, baby," he whispered silkily against her skin. "Can you believe your mother? Not letting me say good morning to you. The greedy little monster..."

"Hey!" Sakura scolded gently. "Don't try and turn it against me before it's even born!"

Syaoran chuckled and kissed her stomach again before pushing himself up and kissing her soft lips once more. When he pulled away, he pulled back down the shirt on her and patted her stomach lightly once, silently telling her she could now go. Sakura rolled her eyes and pushed herself off the bed, this time without being stopped.

It had been one week since Sakura had told Syaoran about the pregnancy. And one week since he had proposed to her, she was reminded as she played with the ring on her finger. The ideas were heaven to her; marrying the love of her life and having his child. She had always wanted a family with Syaoran, every since they had first began going out as children themselves.

Once inside the bathroom, Sakura began her morning routine. She shed the only thing she was wearing – Syaoran's shirt – and turned on the shower. She waited a few minutes for the water to warm up, then stepped inside and closed the frosted glass door behind her.

She had only put the strawberry-smelling strawberry shampoo in her hair when the door opened and in stepped Syaoran, a cute pout on his face.

"You didn't even wait," he complained, referring to their usual morning shower together. To conserve water, he had once told her slyly.

Sakura giggled and teasingly stepped back from him to massage the soap into her hair. "That's what you get for trying to turn the baby against me before it's born."

Syaoran's pout grew, making Sakura close her eyes and shake her head. "It won't work on me, Syaoran. I'm not looking."

Syaoran grinned and moved forward, his fingers reaching for her hair to finish soaping it up. He began to gently, almost teasingly, massage her head. "Aw, Sakura, don't be that way."

Sakura gave a small moan of pleasure, and could almost see Syaoran's victory smirk in her mind. He knew her one weakness was him washing her hair for her. She always found it relaxing.

"Fine," she mumbled as she felt herself being gently pushed back toward the running water. She felt Syaoran lightly tip her head back into the water so that he could rinse the suds out of her hair.

"Good," he grinned, knowing that he won again. He pulled her out of the water, making Sakura open her eyes, and grabbed another bottle from the shower-ledge. "Now, conditioner."

Sakura smiled appreciative as he poured some of the strawberry-scented pink-opaque conditioner into his palm and then began massaging it into her hair. She loved watching him do this, studying all the little creases of concentration in his face.

When he was done that, as well as rinsing it out, Sakura returned the favour. Of course, she had to stand on her tip-toes to reach the top of his head, but she enjoyed it every morning nonetheless. She had only once used her shampoo in Syaoran's thick chocolate hair, and though he hadn't minded – if anything, he was smiling the entire morning that time and would keep smelling his hair with Sakura around to make small comments about loving smelling like her – Eriol on the other hand had teased him all day. Sakura hadn't done it since.

She washed and rinsed his hair in his spice-scented shampoo and conditioner, then reached for the luffa and doused it in his sandalwood scented soap. She kissed him passionately as she began cleaning his back and chest in small circles. When that was done, the began trailing kisses down his chest as she continued to clean her way down. Purposely, she skipped over his genitals and washed the rest of his legs first.

When that was done, that was when she went to wash the rest of him. She was kneeling in front of him by now, and began lightly cleaning his long length while her other hand gently traced the V in his pelvis. She giggled as she saw his cock twitch. When done, she leaned in an brushed her lips against the tip.

Syaoran growled when he realized she was done and she stood back up, "Sakura..."

Sakura giggled again, "Sorry, Syaoran. No release this morning. We've already spent too much time in the shower, or have you not noticed the change in water temperature?"

Syaoran hissed at feeling the cool spray of water on him. In truth, he hadn't realized the change. But she was right; the water was frigid cold.

Sakura leaned over and turned off the tap, then opened the door and grabbed two towels from the rack. She wrapped the first one around her, under her arms, then turned to Syaoran and wrapped the other one around his waist. She tucked the corner of his towel into the side so it would stay, then hooked her fingers under the edge of the front of the towel and pulled him close. She pressed her hungry lips to his once more before crawling out.

Leaving him in the bathroom, she went back to the room and fished out a grey tweet suit set with violet and silver stitching throughout it. Removing the towel and wrapping it around her head, she pulled on her undergarments and skirt, leaving her top-half in merely a bra; she wanted to blow-dry her hair before putting on her good shirt.

Syaoran was still in the bathroom when Sakura got there, standing in front of one of the two sinks. He was just finishing up shaving, still only in a towel. Sakura simply stood there for a moment, admiring the sight of his backside.

Syaoran chuckled, catching her in the mirror. "You coming in, or are you just going to stare?"

Sakura blushed slightly, then smiled and made her way over to the second sink. She grabbed the blow-drier under the sink and plugged it in, then began quickly drying her hair. As she did that, Syaoran finished up his shaving job and then went into the bedroom to change into his suit.

Half an hour later, both were fully dressed and completely ready. Sakura slipped on her half-inch black heels while Syaoran grabbed his briefcase. They decided to stop at a coffee shop to grab breakfast and coffee to go since they were running late.

One stop later – Syaoran having got a black coffee with one sugar and a bagel while Sakura having got a decafe-tea and blueberry muffin – and twenty minutes after they had left their apartment, Sakura and Syaoran were at work.

Syaoran walked her to her desk and leaned over while she took her seat in front of the computer. He gave her a crooked grin; while they were at work, they had to act professional. It was something he wasn't too fond about, since it allowed other guys to check her out because they apparently didn't know she was with Syaoran, but he put up with it. He trusted Sakura, and was right to. She'd always turn down the other guys, and Syaoran had once seen firsthand how pale they got when Sakura told them she was with Syaoran Li.

Sakura giggled, feeling Syaoran's gaze still on her. "Good bye, Syaoran."

He chuckled, "Technically, I have three more minutes before I'm supposed to be in."

"Good bye," Sakura repeated with a smile, trying not to look up at him. When he didn't leave, she sighed and finally shot her eyes up to him. "Don't you have that trial to get ready for?"

Syaoran chuckled, "You know, you take all the fun out of things."

Sakura stuck her tongue out playfully. They both chuckled before Sakura finally shooed Syaoran away, almost having to push him away.

"I'm off at noon," Sakura reminded Syaoran. "So Tomoyo and I are getting together to continue with planning and stuff."

Syaoran simply smiled and nodded, then left. It amazed him how open and loving Sakura was now. Especially after how much damage was done to her when he left her years before. When he first found her again, he was worried that he'd never get his Sakura back. The old Sakura back. But here she was, more beautiful and loving than ever. Marrying him and having his child.

And he wouldn't change it for the world.

b.K.d

"Sa-ku-ra!" Tomoyo's voice rang out just after noon.

Sakura's head shot up just as her computer was shutting down. She stood up to see over the edge of the desk and smiled as Tomoyo made her way over to her.

"Hey, Tomoyo," Sakura smiled.

Tomoyo leaned over the desk, watching Sakura pull her arms through her blazer and grabbing her purse from under her chair. "You ready? I have some dress books in the car, and I found the perfect caterer. I got a few of his pamphlets, some for cakes and some for the other foods. Ohh! And I think we should go to the stationary store today. You'll want to send out those invitations soon, so we may have to buy some nice stationary and write them out by hand. It'll take a bit, but believe me, getting them done professionally will take a lot more time. Time you don't ha – "

Sakura cut her off, giggling, "Yes, I know. Three months," she paused and suddenly looked apologetic. "Sorry about that, Tomoyo. That doesn't give us much time, but in four months I'll be starting to show."

"You know how I love a good challenge," Tomoyo winked. "Now come on! Let's go already!"

Sakura giggled to herself, shaking her head, as Tomoyo grabbed her arm and hulled her out of the office building.

b.K.d

Sakura sat on her couch beside Tomoyo with open books and magazines scattered all over the place; on the coffee table, floor and couch. She was dressed in her comfy clothes, which were a pair of worn in jeans and one of Syaoran's sweaters. Her hair had been let loose from it's professional bun for work and she had removed the little bit of make-up she had been wearing. In her hands she held a warm mug of hot-chocolate while Tomoyo went through their top-five choices for wedding dresses.

"This one would compliment your entire figure," Tomoyo continued to rant. "It's not big and poofy, which would suit you. It'll cling to your every curve. And the nice little straps are cute."

"Hmm," Sakura looked at the photo and tried to imagine herself in it. Eventually, she sighed and shook her head. "If it'll cling to my every curve, then I'm not too sure. I mean, I'll be starting to show, and I don't know if I want to be actually showing that off to everyone..."

Tomoyo sighed and shook her head, then picked up another bridal book with a bookmarked page. She flipped to the page and grinned, "Well this one's nice! Pushes the boobs up, strapless and flows out. A nice train as well..."

Sakura yawned, making Tomoyo frown, and shook her head. "I'm sorry, Tomoyo. It's nearly ten o'clock at night. I'm falling asleep here. We've got the stationary," she pointed to the white paper-bag on the floor beside her, "and the cakes I'm going to show Syaoran. And I know there's a lot more to do, but I'm just too tired to do anymore right now, kay?"

Tomoyo pursed her lips for a moment, then sighed and gave in. "Fine, but I'm leaving the books here! What time do you get off tomorrow?"

Sakura sighed, "Whenever Syaoran's off."

Tomoyo sighed again, "Alright then, we'll go out for lunch and plan for the our. Bring Syaoran with you," she added before Sakrua could protest.

Sakura sighed herself, "Fine."

Tomoyo stood up and organizing the books and magazines into neat little piles on the coffee table according to subject. She hugged Sakura good-bye and rushed out the door, leaving Sakura in the apartment alone.

Sakura enjoyed the quiet. She remembered a time when she hated being in the apartment alone, when she had first left her previous job at the so-called bar, and had felt safer with Syaoran. And even though the latter stayed true – Well, she would always feel safer around Syaoran. That was a given. – she didn't feel unsafe alone anymore. She felt at peace, at home, there.

Sakura smiled to herself and laid down on the couch, cradling her hands under her head. She swore that she was just going to close her eyes until Syaoran came home, but that didn't happen. Her eyes fluttered closed and within seconds, she was asleep.

b.K.d

Close to midnight, Syaoran unlocked the door to his and Sakura's apartment. He was surprised that the lights were all on when he was sure that Sakura would have gone to bed already. He was going to call out for her, but stopped when he saw her sleeping soundly on the couch.

He smiled and leaned against the wall, simply admiring the sight of his sleeping, innocent angel. She seemed so at peace at that moment. Her long lashes fanned out against her fair cheeks and her soft hair fallen around her face and pillow. Her hands were tucked under her head while her knees were curled up in a fettle position. A soft smile danced across her lips.

Not wanting to disturb her, Syaoran tip-toed across the floor and gently slid his arms under her legs and neck. He lifted her gently off the couch, trying not to wake her. Unfortunately, as soon as she was completely in his arms and off the couch, she awoke. Her eyes fluttered open groggily and a soft moan left her lips.

"Syaoran...?" She groaned sleepily, her eyes not adjusted from their stupor earlier.

He smiled and leaned down to brush his lips across her forehead, "Shh, go back to sleep."

She closed her eyes again and leaned her head into his chest, her arms wrapping around his neck. "I was trying to wait up..." she explained sleepily. "I wanted to know...how your trial went..."

Syaoran chuckled; typical Sakura, always trying to wait up for him. Always wanting to know the details of his trials. They were in the bedroom now, so he laid her down in the bed and tucked her in. "I'll tell you tomorrow, but for now, sleep."

Sakura reached for his hand and tugged, silently asking him to join her in bed. He sighed and sat down on the mattress on top of the blankets. He began to lightly caress her cheek, their eyes meeting each others. He could see the sleep in her eyes, and it was obvious that she was fighting it back.

"Please go back to sleep," he begged quietly. "I promise to tell you in the morning."

"No," Sakura protested stubbornly. "Tell me now, please."

Syaoran sighed, knowing that he'd give in. He always did. And she was smiling, which meant she knew that he had given in once more. "Well, the jury's out. But I have a feeling that we've won."

Sakura smiled, "That's good. It was a solid case. I knew you would win."

Syaoran smiled warmly as well, still soothing her cheek lovingly. "So I told you what you wanted to know, now go to sleep."

Sakura smiled, her heavy eyelids drooping, "M'kay."

Syaoran chuckled softly, trying not to provoke her to stay awake, and got off the bed. He leaned down and brushed his lips across her forehead again and tucked her hair behind her ear, then lastly made sure she was tucked in. He quickly shed his work clothes and changed into boxer shorts, then left the room and went to the living room to work-down before sleep.

He was about to turn on the TV, but caught sight of the piles on the coffee table and smiled. He picked up the first bridal book her saw and flipped to the marked-off page. A smile crossed his face as he saw the thin-strapped, curve-clinging dress.

One by one, he began going through the different bridal dress books, picturing Sakura in each dress. One stood out the most, however. He could see it crystal clear in his mind, making a goofy grin cross his face.

In three more months, Sakura would be his wife. Forever would she be his and only his, and vice versa. And in a little over eight months, they would be parents. He could already see them sitting on the couch together, him holding her lovingly, admiring her baby-bump as he spoke to the fetus.

His life couldn't get any better. He was in heaven.

Author's Note: Whoa, I am SO sorry! I wanted to get this one posted so much earlier than this . But when my second semester started, it was seriously like BAM! with work. I'm in grade 11, and taking two 12-University courses -.- so that doesn't help either. I'll try and update weekly like before, but no promises. Like, I have two major projects due this coming week, both for history. -.-''

I personally thought how Syaoran talks to the baby is cute ^.^ It was the first thing I saw when planning this sequel.

PLEASE review and tell me what you think. The more reviews I get, the more I'm encouraged to write/post faster.

XoX ... Riva

Next Time: Work...Wedding Plans...and Baby planning...OH MY!! So much to do and so little time. And guess who's coming to town? AHH! When will Sakura and Syaoran find some time to themselves again??