Disclaimer: Don't own any of the Card Captor Sakura Gumi.
AN: Just a quick little one-shot that I wrote while working on the subsections of my website. Let me know what you think. It's a little raunchy!
Dirty
A One Shot
Maybe, in all his studying of the Japanese language he'd missed something. There had to be another word for it, this one just didn't fit. As hard as he tried there was nothing else he could use to describe the sensation of it. No, it was just…just dirty.
As he kneaded back and forth he could feel the warmth envelop his fingers. It was soft, smooth, one might even say moist. He fumbled for a moment and found himself wondering if it was always this clumsy the first time.
He'd never done this before; observation told him she was no amateur. She'd done this at least a dozen times before. Pulse quickening, he felt a determination not to be shown up. Just because he wasn't as practiced as she was didn't mean that he'd let her get the upper hand. Of this, like all other things he'd done in his life, he had to be a master.
With a guttural grunt he put more force into his movements. He pushed harder, smoothing out every wrinkle he could find. It'd never be as smooth as this for her, it'd never be this delicious – unless it was with him. The feelings of frustration melted away as he fell into a steady rhythm, back and forth – back and forth.
He could feel Sakura coming behind him and he shivered at the way her hot breath brushed against his skin when she spoke into his ear.
"Syaoran! You can't knead the cookie dough that much!"
"WHAT?!"
"It makes the cookies tough. Gosh now we'll have to start all over!"
He vowed never to agree to help Sakura bake again.
AN: Get your minds out of the gutter!