A Lover

Summary: Syaoran and Sakura discuss the definition of a lover.

This is just going to be a collection of random one shots I wrote at some stage or another. Some of these stories are actually parts of longer stories that I am never going to finish for one reason or another. These shorter parts are the pieces that can stand on their own without the bigger context. READ AND ENJOY!

AN: I do not own Card Captor Sakura

I caught her hand as she ran her fingers through my hair. Her hand is so small to mine. My fingers brushed over her hand and I could feel her bones just hidden beneath her soft skin. I leaned in and our lips met. Tender kisses… Soft bliss. Her taste was warm and hot, her breath tantalisingly soft, and her skin irresistible. I was lost to her. I wanted nothing but her. To feel her, to touch her, to kiss her, and to want everything that is her.

She was underneath me now. I cradled her head from the hard floor with my arm. My free hand explored her face, the gentle curve of her jaw, the slender lines in her neck, her luscious hair cascading down my arm to the ground. She was mine to hold, mine to touch, mine to kiss, mine to explore. She was mine… My girlfriend. How wonderful that sounds. My girlfriend. Sakura Kinomoto.

I let my hand slip up her jean clad thigh and I pushed away the hem of her shirt. My fingers bushed the skin of her smooth stomach. I nearly fell flat on my face when she pulled out from beneath me. I watched her shoot up and run to the bathroom. The door slammed.

Shit!

I've been an idiot. But I don't understand. All the signs were there, I could feel them ,I could see them! But when it comes to the crunch she cowers away. I stood up and seated myself next to the door before knocking softly. "Sakura, I'm sorry… I should have…" I should have what? Asked her first? I suppose. I don't know. How do you ask your girlfriend to have sex with you?

No, not just sex. It's more than that. If I want sex I can get it from any bimbo I meet. What I want from her is something more than that. I don't just want the physical, I've had enough of that. I've had enough of that kind of women to last me a lifetime.

My eyes caught a shadow moving close to the door before it turned black and the door rattled slightly. She had sat down against it. "How do you define a lover?" Came her soft voice. There was an uncertainty in it that I am not quite accustomed to. An uncertainty I've only heard when her family was ever mentioned.

"What do you mean?"

"What is your definition of a lover?"

"I don't know. I haven't thought about it before." I found my packet of cigarettes in my pocket, slight crunched from my activities not more than ten minutes ago. The flame sent a wave of heat over my face for a brief moment. It's not the same heat I felt when I held her. I lit the lighter again. It seems artificial. "Why? What's your definition?"

"Someone who loves you no matter what."

I smiled. "I like that. It's not what the dictionary says though."

"I know." The shadow moved again and the door opened. She was standing on her hands and knees, her face almost level with mine. "What's your definition?" I smiled as I turned to look at the room. That one room apartment she hires and calls home. My head felt strange against the rough wall, but I kept it there none the less as I took a long drag from my cigarette. I watched the smoke escape my lips as I blew it into the air only to disappear a moment later. She moved again and sat down next to me. Her head resting more against my arm than my shoulder because of my height.

I watched the last of the smoke lift into the air and disappear before I turned to her again. Sweet Sakura, if you only knew how much I long for you at night you wouldn't be sitting here so casually with me. I smiled at the mop of honey-brown hair. "You."

"Me what?" I was met with green eyes when she looked up at me.

"You, you are my definition of a lover."