October Morning Chapter 1: At Night, a card captor sakura fanfic

Summary: Her hand blindly reached for the blanket, coming up empty. Her eyes struggled to open, and her hand came in contact with air. What the heck had happened to her comforter?

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the CCS characters.

October Morning

Chapter 1 : At Night

She was blissfully tranquil, sleeping the night away. Sakura's mind was currently trapped in a dream that was fantastic, and not at the same time. It was the matter at hand that made her pretty sure she was dreaming. She was currently using her Sakura cards to do some things that she was sure they hadn't been made to.

Still, before her lay a muffled Syaoran, who's arms were tied over his head, and his steady gaze unnerved her at the same time that it made her shiver. She was walking towards him, her star staff twirling over head as she kneeled before him and proceeded to open his shirt.

She felt his expression change slightly. He opened his mouth to say something, only for no words to come. She smirked as the silent card hovered over him, her eyes shining as she did as her mistress had instructed her.

Her breaths were shallow, anticipating what was to come as he was at her mercy. She could do what she wanted with him and that power excited her. The setting changed in a nanosecond. There was nothing there, not even thought.

She turned to the side, her hands grasping, grappling for something that should be there. It wasn't. She muttered as the remains of her dream haunted her. She tried to recapture it, hoping against the looming reality that she would go back right where she had left. She shouldn't have bothered. It wasn't meant to be. She shivered, burrowing her feet against the texture of the cover of her bed, hiding from the air that seemed to cover her entire body. Something was missing.

She groaned, a low sound that barely registered on her own ears. Her eyes slit open, not wanting to truly open fully. That meant that she would probably have to wait to fall back to sleep again.

She cursed under her breath. Where is my blanket! She thought it repeatedly as she burrowed her face against her pillow. It didn't have the usual smell, and that had her shaking her head. There was no hope for it, she opened her eyes and rubbed her hand against them.

She turned to the right, blinking as she realized she had gotten to the left side of the bed. How the heck had that happened? She always slept on the right side. She felt disoriented.

She pressed her hand against the pillow and pushed away. She sat up, her legs curling around as she yawned into her hand. The hair covering her arms stood on end. She shivered slightly, having her run her hands around them.

"Where's the damn comforter," she asked again and again as she let her eyes roam through the side of the bed to see if it had fallen. She never slept without it, and there was no way it had just disappeared.

It had been many years since she had knocked it down. What could have happened?

She gasped. She put her hand over her mouth, keeping her squeals inside. It was at that particular moment that images flashed inside her mind. She recalled quite easily just how she found herself in that particular predicament. Syaoran had come over to eat dinner with her as she had been alone for the night, and had stayed late. Instead of letting him leave, she cajoled him into staying.

He was her boyfriend, and as such she was sure he could have some privileges. Like sleeping on her bed as they snuggled after watching a movie. They were supposed to have been studying, but it had been forgotten over the warmth of being together and alone.

She had grown very warm as he had stripped his shirt off while in her presence. He had taken off his pants after she had argued over him sleeping with them and wrinkling the material. He had slipped into the bed while in his boxers and while there had been just a bit of time of insecurity, but they had settled into a very nice embrace. Nothing beyond some kisses and whispering went on, but that seemed enough to fuel her imagination. At least, fuel it more than usual.

That might explain why she had just had a dream that was making her blush like she was on fire.

"You look like a scared bunny that a car is about to run over," Syaoran didn't mean to chuckle at the end, getting ready as Sakura reached for her pillow and wacked him with it. He'd woken up at her movements, letting himself remember how he had gotten where he was. His girlfriend was currently sporting a loose shirt and pajama shorts that had his imagination going wild. She really was beautiful, and at the moment she seemed to pull him. Her hair was disarrayed, framing her face and her sleepy eyes just held an appeal that was like a magnet.

"That hurt," he placed his arm over the pillow so that if she tried to raise it again, that she would not be able to. If she wanted to play, then he was not going to give her ammunition. "I don't think I'm going to recover from this."

"Baby," she hissed at him as he reached for her and cuddled her to his side.

"I don't think you meant that kindly," her smothered laughs were answer enough. He growled before pouncing on her, dragging her to the other side of the bed where she had originally woken up.

"You know," Sakura kissed him on his jaw. She moved her leg over his, rubbing it back and forth and creating friction. "I have one question."

"What would you like to know?" he replied in kind, burying his nose on her throat. She was there, beneath him, and writhing in the embrace. That was all he needed to feel the blood pumping inside his veins.

He held his breath as he felt her bare skin against his hand. "Do you know what happened to my sheet?" That threw him for a loop. He had never expected for her to turn to that particular topic while he was going insane from her wandering hands.

"Ughh!" his groan only made her smile. She pushed away one of his anchoring hands and slipped from beneath him. He fell face down into the mattress.

Sakura giggled as he remained still. He was not moving from that spot. "You see," she moved on all fours over him, sitting at the edge of his back. "I have a suspicion that you're responsible."

"Is that why you're trying to suffocate me?" he asked, grinning into the pillow as he heard her gasp. She was definitely insulted at his words.

"That must mean that you're not as strong as you thought yourself to be then," she fired back, squealing as with a sudden move, she was back to the bottom.

"You are so lucky Touya isn't home," she giggled as he proceeded to tickle her. That's what he always did when he wanted her pliant in his arms after she was in a huff. She could never muster enough strength to keep glaring at him as her eyes watered.

She was sprawled on the bed, shifting around as her sleeping shirt had caught on one of her sides and was choking her. Syaoran helped her out, burrowing into her side, and taking her into his arms. The teenagers interlaced their bodies, her legs coming in between his own and over his waist, his arms around her shoulders and back, his fingers playing at her back.

"That's why I'm staying over tonight," he declared, as if she didn't know. "You still didn't tell me how you got the stuffed animal out of the house," he narrowed his eyes as he stared at the dresser that was usually open for the little monster to sleep in.

"Be nice," she chided him, smiling at his soured expression. No matter how much time passed, those two were still at each other's throats. She yawned, glancing at the clock over the mantel and grimacing as it showed it being just past four in the morning.

"Come on, tell me," although it seemed like Syaoran was completely awake. That was one of their most noticeable differences. He could survive wether he slept many hours or not.

"You being so chipper while it's still dark as night outside is killing me," she whined as he pulled back affronted by the topic. If he had been a girl, she was sure that he would have huffed and moved away.

"I can make you chipper too," he wiggled his eyebrows, chuckling as she playfully smacked his arm.

"How about this," he made sure to trap her against the bedding as he made his suggestion. "I'll answer your question if you answer mine."

His eyes were shining with mischief. She was trapped as his roguish smile brushed against her pouting lips. She leaned towards him, completely pliant in his arms as she gave herself into his kiss.

He just brushed his lips again and again, teasing her while raking his teeth over her mouth. He leaned down, putting his weight and sinking her into the mattress as she wound her hands around his back. She was pushing him down further, her fingers tracing lines over his naked skin.

It wasn't fair that he felt so under clothed, naked, and therefore so delicious to play with. She would have bitten her lip if it wasn't for the fact that she was sinking further into this mind numbing kiss. It didn't matter that just a second ago she had started to feel tired. It didn't matter that she had woken up because she had lost her cover. She was currently warming up at such a fast rate that she felt like shutting off the personal heater in her room.

As he pulled back, Sakura knew exactly what to say. "Who needs to know where the coverlet is when you're around," she playfully informed him while hugging his body to hers.

"I can say the same," he replied, smiling as he turned to one side and reached over. It wasn't long before he was waving a material over her nose, which had her opening her eyes.

"So it was you," she said it in such a way, that it was definitely accusatory. There was no doubt in his mind when she threw the cover over herself and smelled it. He could not understand what she was doing.

One minute it seemed like things were heating up and she was looking flushed, and now she was underneath a heavy coverlet that covered her entire body and frame. Her yawn was contagious, as he mirrored it, feeling his eyelids flutter as he watched her sweet expression. It wasn't long before she was completely asleep.

It would take him a bit more, but he didn't mind. He was glad that he was able to watch her like this. Not like there was much light or glare to see except for the outline and all, but it was enough. He struggled a bit with her to get an edge into the covers, she really didn't' like to share.

It wasn't long before she was rolled to his side and her personal scent invaded his senses.

There he was, in Sakura's bed, sleeping overnight as they shared their body heat. There was a gust of wind outside, rustling the branches of the trees and blowing away a couple of leaves in the process. It was the start of the month of October, and autumn weather was in full swing. This was going to be a year of early winter since the temperatures outside had already fallen beneath the freezing point for more than a week.

Sakura mumbled something under her breath that he strained to hear, but he couldn't make sense of it. His yawns came closer as the minutes ticked by. He was right where he wanted to be. His last thought before slipping into slumber was just how great it would be to wake up with her.

Yeah, sweet... pointless, cute. It isn't done though. This is going to have a second part. Leave a review and it might just help me bring my deviousness to a stop. What will happen in the morning?