Hello again, dearies! I have a nice little piece of S+S fluff for you. Enjoy :)
Disclaimer: Alas, I do not own Card Captor Sakura, or anything related to said anime/manga. All I do own is... (checks pockets)... a pack of gum and a library card.
Chapter 2: Playful
A sword swished through the air with deadly speed, arcing in a graceful movement towards the ground. With sharp precision, a teenage boy raised the sword and performed a series of twelve swift horizontal and vertical slashes in the air, the weapon smoothly gliding from movement to movement. Syaoran paused in battle stance, taut and poised for further strikes. After a moment, he eased into a more relaxed posture, wiping the sweat from his brow with a sigh. Then his amber-brown eyes shifted to the side as his lips curled up into a pleased smirk. "You can come out from your hiding spot. You know I know you're there."
"Hoe!" Sakura exclaimed in surprise as she moved out from behind the tree that was concealing her presence. "There's no fooling you, ne, Syaoran-kun?"
Syaoran smiled tenderly as he approached the girl, his sword propped casually against his shoulder. "You don't have to hide from me when I'm training, Sakura. I love to be around you."
"Well…" Sakura twiddled her fingers. "I didn't want to distract you."
"Trust me, Sakura," came his reply as he returned his sword to its pendant form, "You're a distraction that's always welcome." He snaked his arm around her waist and drew her nearer to him.
"Syaoran-kun…" Sakura whispered breathlessly. Then, her eyes widened as realization struck her. "Eww! You're dripping in sweat!" She squirmed out of his grasp. "Take a bath!"
"Hmmm… I have a better idea," He replied with a smirk. Before she could blink, Syaoran had pounced onto her, knocking her to the ground with him on top of her.
"Syaoran-kun!" she pouted, only to be met with a finger on her lips.
"Shh," he whispered with a conspiratorial wink. And, unexpectedly, he began to relentlessly tickle her sides.
"Syaoran… Haha… Stop!" she gasped out between giggles.
Syaoran paused for a moment, resting on his elbows on either side of her, and laughed. Really laughed. With reckless abandon. Sakura's eyes softened at the rich, deep sound of his laughter. His playful side was not one seen too often, and she loved it so. She stared intently at his handsome face, his eyes creased shut with mirth, lips formed in a broad wide smile, face thrown back in an almost childlike way. For just a moment, he was unbridled by his duties to the clan, his responsibilities, and even his magic. She wished that face would appear more than it did.
Syaoran's laughter ceased, interrupting her thoughts. He smiled warmly down at her, then pressed his nose lightly against hers. "Make me," he whispered haughtily.
He placed his hands at her sides once more, poised for another round of tickling, but this time, Sakura grasped them. "Do you really think that'll-" He began, but was stifled when Sakura's lips met his.
Moments later, their lips parted, and Sakura stared back at him smugly. "There," She stated with satisfaction. "I thought that would work."
489 words. Hope you liked it! Mucho thanks to Ryoko Yuki for reviewing the last drabble. You are now my favorite. Does anyone else also want to be my favorite? Then you must review ;)
