Author's Notes: Whee! o To kick off a new year I thought I'd start with another CardCaptor Sakura fanfiction. I've actually had this idea swimming around in my head for almost…two years? –Wow- Hard to believe it's been that long. Anyways, I've also had a friend request that I finally put this up. So without further ado, I dedicate "Behind Closed Doors" to you Lourdes! Enjoy the Prologue. Constructive Criticism is always welcomed.

Disclaimer: I will only do this once for the entire fanfic, I do not own CardCaptor Sakura, or any of its characters. But I do claim the right to my own story/plot and her characters.

Behind Closed Doors

Prologue

Her heart hammered in her chest. Is this really the right thing to do? It's for his own good, but…I don't think I can stand to put him through anymore.

He swayed slightly in his seat, his intense amber eyes as unfocused as ever. "Did you know that when I first met her, I couldn't stand her?" His voice slurred from the alcohol intoxicating his system. "There was always something…mysterious about her that I could never quite put my finger on, but then I fell in love with her. I mean, who wouldn't? Just look at her!"

Sakura's heart squeezed painfully, but she pushed her feelings aside. Just concentrate on the mission. You have to find out anything you can, and this is the perfect opportunity. Don't mess this up! This may be you're only chance!

He sighed in admiration at some image in his head, Sakura could only assume that it was one of her. "She had the looks, the smarts, everything. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world when I proposed and she agreed. Her smile just dazzled me! Our wedding was the stuff of legends; it was so highly publicized, every newspaper and magazine had our pictures in it. Together we had three of the best kids ever."

"Yes," she agreed softly. "Those three are certainly something else. I can see why you are so proud of them."

"Exactly!" He agreed enthusiastically. "I love those three so much! They're great kids." A frown crossed his face. "But, you know, I get the feeling sometimes that they don't like their mother very much. They're always so perfectly polite when they're around her, if they're around her at all."

A dark look crossed Sakura's face. "I'll bet they are," she murmured to herself quietly.

He didn't hear her.

He leaned closer to her; they're proximity was so close that she could feel his breath on her face. She tried to fight back her blush as her heart began to thump almost painfully behind her ribcage. She sifted in her seat on the couch, deeper into the cushions to try and put some distance between them.

"You want to know something, though? They really seem to like you. You're almost like a mother to them."

Sakura's blush deepened. It's for the good of the mission. It's for the good of the mission. It's for the good of the mission. She repeated to her racing heart.

Please, don't make me feel any guiltier than I already do. She pleaded toward him silently.

"And you want to know something else?" He leaned even closer, and she couldn't back up any further. His eyes locked with hers, and he stared at her intently. "Sometimes I think that I like you more than I do my wife."

She felt split in half, one part horror at what she had done, and one part elation. It's just the alcohol and drug talking! Remember that! In the morning he won't even remember this. Ignore it. Her mind tried its hardest to control her heart, but it continued to float on cloud nine. He likes me! He likes me.

In the next moment his lips pressed softly against hers. Her eyes widened in shock, and her breath hitched somewhere in the back of her throat. She knew she should stop him. That if he ever knew about this, it would crush him to know that he had been 'unfaithful' to his wife even by the tiniest degree, but she couldn't get her body to respond.

He made the decision for her, however, by collapsing in her lap, fast asleep. She sat absolutely still hardly daring to breathe. Tears filled her eyes. What have I done? Tears raced each other down her face, as she bit her fist to keep herself silent.

His deep breathing tickled her thigh on each exhale, and she shakily threaded her fingers through his thick dark hair. "You deserve so much better," she whispered to the near silent room before easing herself out from under his weight. She gently laid him on a pillow from the end of the couch instead, and draped the thin blanket that lay hanging across the couch's back over his prone, sleeping form. She watched him for a moment before placing a gentle kiss of her own on his forehead.

Then she disappeared into the shadows, and stole out of the room before the sobs could overtake her. Her mind screamed at her for what she had done, her heart raced in ecstasy from what he had done, and her fists clenched in rage for what his wife had done and was still doing.

This has to end.

Now.