Naughty Temptations

By: Saori

NOTE: ADULT THEMES AHEAD. THOSE WHO ARE UNDERAGE OR NOT MATURE FOR WHAT IS IN THIS FIC, HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Sakura grunted slightly as her back was pushed roughly into the head podium stand. Syaoran stopped his attack on her lips only for a moment, perhaps making sure that she wasn't too seriously hurt, but then without waiting for any kind of remark went back to his previous procedures.

Sakura could not believe they were doing this. And especially here.

They were currently doing some serious making out in the middle of the main Reception room of The Saint Mary's Christian Church. When Sakura had invited her boyfriend, Syaoran Li to her church this Sunday morning, (for you see, Syaoran wasn't much of a church-goer; not that he didn't believe in God, his family had just stopped going when he reached the age of eight) Sakura had no idea that they would be kissing as fervently as they were, when it was only eight minutes ago that they had arrived.

They had casually stranded away from Sakura's father and brother, and ended up in this room, which was going to fill up with people in less than fifteen minutes, if that long. When Syaoran's hand snaked its way up her shirt, the cool air hitting her stomach in contrast to his warm palm gliding over her, little goose-bumps raised on her arms.

"Syaoran-" Sakura couldn't even finish as her mouth seemed to be permanently attached to his, "I really think we should stop." She let out a small pleasured gasp as he undid a few buttons off her nice white shirt at once. Sakura blessed and cursed it as she tried to keep her mind on getting him to stop, but really wanting him so badly to continue.

"How much time?" Syaoran asked carelessly, not ceasing his nibbles on her neck or licks on her ear. Sakura tried to slide out from between him and the podium, but only succeeded in making them stumble back into the nearby curtained wall, teetering dangerously next to the three-foot step that led off the stage.

"Less than fifteen." Sakura said, returning the kisses, and loving the light stubble on his upper lip and chin. She bugged him about it every day, but deep down found it endearing and sometimes pleasurable.

"We have time." Syaoran said growling, Sakura unsure if his growl was because of the wasted time on the interruption or the fact that her hands roamed up his shirt, trailing across his back, making him arch, and sending a chill through his spine.

"But-" Sakura was cut short again by Syaoran's insistent lips. Sakura growled; she really hated when he did that. He took it further by nibbling on her bottom lip, and Sakura's growl turned into a contented moan. Okay, she really hated when he did that.

They heard a surprised gasp, and both immediately looked up, Sakura covered her flushed face with quick hands, mortified at being caught. Mrs. Yoong, the church's choir instructor stood there for a moment, staring blankly at them. Maybe trying to see if they were real, what with the way she was rubbing at her age-old glasses.

Syaoran lifted his eyebrows a bit rudely at the woman, implying that she was interrupting something. Mrs. Yoong coughed uncomfortably, and then quickly slammed the door shut. But not before giving a disapproving glance at Sakura, whose face immediately filled with humiliated guilt.

Sakura face was now a bright scarlet. Syaoran took her hand away from her face, allowing her to see his wolfish smile. Sakura tried to reason with him. "We may have time- not including the fact that we may have another unwanted guest- but this is a house of God. We can't…"

"Who says?" Syaoran asked, pouting cutely.

"Well… It-It's like an unwritten rule!" Sakura stammered, finding it hard to believe he was even considering. They couldn't do it here, in the house of the Holy One.

…Could they?

"God made humans so they could reproduce, so we're just doing his will. I don't see what's so wrong with this? We're in love; we just want to… share these feelings in a deeper meaning." Syaoran said, kissing her tenderly on the lips, building on the passion that was filling Sakura earlier.

"Well, since you worked so hard to convince me, I guess." Sakura giggled. It wasn't like they hadn't done the deed before, in fact they had done it four other times in the last month in a half (and at that time it had been her first, and not at all like this, not fast and rush paced, but romantic and sweet), but having sex so openly where anyone could walk in on them was a bit nerve-wrecking, not to mention exciting.

"Follow me, my cherry blossom." Syaoran said, grabbing gently onto Sakura's upper arm, and leading her through a door that was just to the left beside the curtain. "More privacy means more time." Syaoran grinned.

They found themselves in a small room that was pitch black, and when Syaoran's eyes adjusted to the darkness, he fumbled for the light switch to his left, and was pleased to find it not a blinding bright, but in fact a dim-ish white, creating a almost perfect atmosphere.

"Sakura…" Syaoran mumbled, as he ran his fingers through her hair, bringing his hand up to cradle the spot where her neck met her head. He bent slightly, his tall frame needing to bend to meet her petite one, and kissed her fully on the lips.

His hot open-mouthed kisses trailed from her bruised rouge lips, going down through the path of by now well-known territory (not that it ever bored him, he loved that he knew her body so well, but she could still surprise him) and sucked on her collar bone not able to go much farther because of the restriction of her annoying garments.

Sakura started on the bottom buttons, before Syaoran's hand brushed hers away gently, wanting to do it himself. She smiled and brought her hands to rest on his chest, absently feeling his abs. He smiled, pleased with the fact that she loved touching him as much as she loved touching him.

"Hmmm." Sakura hummed happily, glad to be free of her constricting shirt. Syaoran peeked an eye open for a second, checking the color of her bra; black. A habit he had picked up from the first time he had first taken her shirt off. And when Syaoran was free in that instant, she took his shirt off in a quick hurried movement, not wasting a second.

"Patient Sakura; we have time." Syaoran said chuckling. He slowly backed her up, only half of his attention on where he was leading her, and she fell backwards into what felt like a medium-sized bed (about five feet or so of flat land), or something almost like a crib or box, complete with fleece bedding. Her curiosity of where she had landed only a stray thought passing, before it completely left her mind, as she noticed Syaoran towering above her, the light from above only slightly shielded by his frame.

Sakura smirked, and reached out, taking a hold of the top of his jeans, and pulling him down on top of her, his arms reflexively going out to hold his weight off her so not to crush her. Syaoran laughed a bit, loving it when she was aggressive.

She fumbled with the metal button, while she kissed him eagerly, letting her tongue massage his and taking a harsh breath through her nose, not wanting to break the mouth to mouth contact.

When she managed to get the task of his pants accomplished she shimmied them down his narrow lean hips and letting the jeans bunch at his ankles, not able to fully come off because of his shoes; which somehow they had forgotten to take off along the way. The things heated passion made you forget; something as simple as an everyday task like taking off your shoes.

Sakura began to feel the slight ache in her back that had been stretched upward to keep in contact with his mouth, and he legs that were swung over the side dangling. But this pain was only present in the back of her mind as the only thought she had was that she needed Syaoran closer.

Syaoran used his feet to take off his shoes, after a couple of tries, and when he was done, his pants came off practically by themselves.

Syaoran took off one of Sakura's tennis shoes, and pulled the sock off, tickling her feet purposely, making Sakura's toes curl and an unwanted giggle escape her throat. He loved it when her toes curled, it reminded him of the habit she had of doing just that when she was in a particularly good pleasure spot (mainly when they were climaxing).

"No fair," Sakura grumbled, her feet shying away from him, not wanting him to tickle them again. Syaoran smiled, rubbing his nose against hers, and Sakura pulled him down further so she could caress his ear with her tongue and teeth, knowing that it was one of his particular weak spots.

Syaoran groaned, his chest feeling with love and passion, and his lower part feeling with desire. He pulled off her other shoe and sock in a more quickened manner, and Sakura resisted the urge to tell him they had plenty of time.

Her favorite pair of blue jeans, worn at just the right amount, disappeared from off her legs, in less than blink. She would've gasped, if she had been given the chance.

"I love you so much Sakura Kinimoto." Syaoran sighed, into her cherry blossom-scented hair, wrapping her in his arms, so their barely covered bodies molded together in a tight embrace. This had also become a habit of his in the last few months. He loved when their naked skin was pressed together in a skin-on-skin contact, so his hot skin melted into hers.

Sakura smiled brightly. She also enjoined these moments, when he confessed his love for her over and over, hugging her as tight as humanely possible, so that nothing could come between them (literally). "I love you Syaoran Li."

Sakura's hands trailed from the fluff of his hair downwards, across his shoulder blades, through the arch of his back, and rested on the top of his boxers. Fiddling with the strap for a moment, relishing their moment, before her hand wondered past the elastic strap and down to his somewhat cold, but nonetheless finely shaped but cheek. She gave him a light squeeze, and couldn't but help to let out a small giggle.

Syaoran smirked down at her, as he lifted himself off her slightly, and gave his attention to one of his favorite assets of his Sakura. Her finely shaped breasts. He trailed his tongue to the middle, one of the openings that her bra didn't cover. His left hand came up and lightly massaged her left breast, and through the fabric he felt her nipple become erect.

Sakura moaned, her back arching, so her breasts were pushed up further toward Syaoran. With one hand he unclasped the bra hook, and the other he striped her of one of her undergarments. Syaoran's mouth attacked her nipple, sucking and licking it thoroughly.

Sakura groaned in ecstasy, clawing at Syaoran's back almost painfully. Not that he minded; he mumbled something incoherent into her breast, and continued with his menstruations.

In the past couple of months Sakura had come to realize she had the perfect sex partner. He knew every little thing to do to make her want him even more. Sakura strived to match his pace, and loved the fact that she wanted to pleasure him just as much as he wanted to pleasure her.

Sakura's hands didn't seem to want to leave their spot at his back, so she used her feet to push down his boxers, gliding her feet under the straps and bringing them down his hips and legs. Syaoran quickly shook his foot, discarding the clothing completely.

He was now stark naked, and Sakura took a quick peek admiring his smoldering hot body. His muscles rippled, and he was glistening from the light sweat from the small room and activities they were undergoing.

Sakura closed her eyes for a second when Syaoran hit a certain spot that sent adrenaline rushing through her body, and wetting a spot lower south. He finally left her chest, and brought his mouth back up to hers, sucking on her upper lip, and swirling his tongue inside her mouth, covering another moan, that Sakura couldn't tell if it was hers or his.

Sakura trailed her fingers along his manhood, sending a delectable shiver through him. He gasped as her heated hand wrapped around a part of it, and stumbled forward onto the bed so Sakura could gain better access. Sakura scooted down, and took his member in her mouth, loving the feeling almost as much as Syaoran.

"Sakura," Syaoran groaned out, putting his hands out to stable himself. Sakura sucked, licked and nicked his cock, moving agonizingly slow at some moments, and then torturing fast-paced the next, just to tease him. "Oh god." Syaoran moaned, when Sakura finally let go of him, leaving him teetering on the edge, wanting to release.

Sakura giggled at his saying, and was once again reminded of the thrill that they were about to have sex in a church. "Syaoran…" She whispered trailing of his name, waiting for him to continue.

Syaoran resituated himself, so his face was level with Sakura's. He kissed her on the lips, loving her own special sweetness that was simply her. He inserted a finger into her wet opening; Sakura gave a small mew of pleasure.

"I want it, Syao-kun," Sakura whined, wanting him to delay it no longer. He grinned, noting that she always used that nickname when she wanted something from her. And he usually didn't deny her.

Syaoran chuckled softly, earning a light frown from Sakura. "Patience, my little cherry blossom. We have a lot of time." Syaoran whispered into her skin, his breathing slightly chilling her hot skin.

Sakura sighed, but her breath caught as his finger moved slowly out of her and then swiftly back in. She ran her hands up his sides, and when she reached his neck, she grabbed him, and brought his face back down to hers.

Syaoran added another finger, setting a steady motion. Sakura's breathing increased, and she whimpered lightly, as his speed didn't increase, teasing her. "Please don't make me beg, Syao-kun. I want it right now." She whined.

Syaoran complied, slowly taking his fingers out. "Okay, Sakura…" Syaoran said, grinning down at her. He spread her legs apart, getting a look in his eye that Sakura always loved. It was a sort of mischievous smirk that told her something really good was going to happen.

And all in an instant, Syaoran filled her, making every single one of her thoughts flee. Her inner walls stretched to let his hard aching member enter. He stayed like that for a moment, kissing her along her neck, since as her head was thrown back. Sakura wrapped her legs around him, wanting to be closer, wanting him to be deeper.

"Syaoran," she moaned, as he slowly moved out and in, getting into the motion. Something that Sakura had noticed about Syaoran was that he was a Big Fat Tease. He would start getting faster, then slow to a steady, then get faster, always changing his rhythm, until he finally brought them both sweet satisfaction.

In and out, faster and faster. Moans and groans, hot breath and sticky sweat covering them both in a light layer.

"Syaoran!" Sakura gasped, feeling him not stopping this time, driving hard and relentlessly, creating her spastic inner pulling to make him go faster, harder, and deeper. Syaoran took only a moment to stop and gently pull her legs from around his waist and place them on his shoulders before he started up again; their new position allowing him even deeper, making both them shudder and groan.

Finally, they both were on the very edge and Sakura screamed in release, as a wave of orgasms finally washed over them both, and Syaoran was soon after, a groan escaping his lips. His seed spilled deep within her, and he cried out her name, his mouth, though, soon occupied by her mouth.

With a final thrust, Syaoran collapsed on top of her, staying inside of her, not even moving out of her when he slightly shifted so he wouldn't crush her lithe frame. Sakura tried to resituate herself, when Syaoran's arms stopped her.

"Just stay," He said, sounding incredibly relaxed, though his breathing was slightly fast paced. Sakura complied, wrapping her arms around him, nuzzling her face into her neck. She couldn't help but squeeze her inner walls, earning a growl out of Syaoran. "Could you at least give me one second to rest?" He asked teasingly.

Sakura giggled, trying to resist. "As much as I would love a round two, I think we should get out of here, and see if the service hasn't already ended." Syaoran pouted, and Sakura kissed him tenderly on the lips. Syaoran pressed deeper within her, and Sakura gave him a slight glare.

"Oh, alright." Syaoran said frowning as he pulled completely out of her. They got off of the bed-like cradle thing, and Syaoran looked for their clothes which were strewn across the small room. The dressed (after about five minutes of searching for their clothes), and they looked fondly at the small room.

"Oh my god," Sakura breathed, a deep red flush playing on her features. Syaoran looked at her quizzically. "S-Syaoran; we… we just had sex on Jesus' manger!"

.The End.

Author's Note: Well there you go, just a little ficlet. I hope no one who is religious takes offence; I really don't mean to be.

I've been in a bit of a funk lately, so all of you who are waiting for updates on my other stories, might just have to wait a little longer. Sorry. Really, I am. I just thought I didn't like writing anymore, but then I just sat down to write a new chapter of The Bet, and this showed up. What am I going to do with myself?

I do not own Cardcaptor Sakura. CLAMP does.

Anyway, PLEAE REVIEW! Love you guys!