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Sorry for the wait, but here I am. I hope you all enjoy it. I tried to be lighthearted while showing something that I'm sure the characters would think of when in this situation. It has to happen sooner or later in any relationship.

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

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October Morning

Chapter 2: Twilight

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"Syaoran," she murmured into his hair as he busied himself with her bare shoulder. She had somehow lost the shirt she had been wearing to sleep, buttons undone as it bunched around her elbows.

She was rubbing her lower body against his, making him crazy. There was only so much that a growing, hormonal, teenager boy would be able to take. It felt as if the world had simplified. She was here, with him, writhing in his arms. He was over her, loving the feel of her bare skin on his own as she arched to his mouth.

His hands settled on the sides, keeping him from crushing her with his weight. Sakura felt like a live bomb beneath him. There was so much warmth coming from the friction of their bodies, that he wondered why they weren't already drenched in their own sweat.

He grimaced as that came to his mind. Where had that thought come from? It didn't matter though. She was right there, holding her arms to him, lips parted with a glaze look in her eyes. He responded with a slight kiss that was barely a touch of the lips before she lead his hand to her collarbone. Her eyes were staring up to him, meaningfully, as it lowered his hand bit by bit.

Her shirt parted completely, leaving to view a part of her body that would claim his attention and fantasies for the many years to come. He moaned an incoherent sentence as the perky breasts took his whole attention.

It was tentative, but he reached for one. He couldn't quite believe that he was at this particular moment. She was smiling, a bit unsure as she felt his hand settle around her right breast. It was like nothing he had touched before.

The round appendage held such secrets that he couldn't process the time that was passing. But it didn't matter. It wasn't long before the erratic movements of his consciousness would drag him out.

Sakura was sure that she would be able to cook an egg on her face. It felt so hot, that she knew she was definitely blushing. Maybe it was the fact that she was pressed against Syaoran's side, his arm over her waist and falling over her shoulder as his warm breath fell on her temple.

Her breath hitched, her body getting to an aroused state when she heard him mumble something that sounded like her name in his sleep. Her eyes were round, staring at him with an expression she was sure would alert anyone. She was surprised, by what she had heard, and by her reaction to it. It was by said staring into his face that she noticed his eyelids fluttering. She gulped down the urge to give herself away, and simply closed her eyes. It felt a bit childish she knew, but it was her best defense.

There was a buzzing in her ears, her thudding heart screaming as it hammered her chest. She felt him move. The sliding of his arm from her waist was doing dangerous things to her body. It was an intimate touch and he most likely did not realize what he was doing. This was new to her and it really didn't take much for her to feel out of her depth.

She remembered vividly what had happened hours before when they had woken up on an early hour of the night. She was in bed with her boyfriend, who was holding her as she had only fantasized of being held. Still, those thoughts never prepared her for how it felt to be so near him. She knew that he would never disrespect her or take advantage in any way, but that really wasn't why she was worried. What worried her was the fact that she didn't really know how she would react to such advances. Something deep inside told her that she wouldn't mind them at all.

It was the changing of her body's responses to those instances that was driving her insane. One part of herself told her one thing, while another was processing other information. She knew only too well, by talks with her friends, that couples their age were starting to turn into a more physical relationship. But was she ready? Were they ready?

Sakura had wondered about sex. Not really about wanting it herself, but just about it overall. With how the current society viewed it, she had been exposed to the subject enough times to have gone looking for information. She had never lived it down when Tomoyo had found out. Her best friend decided to be her fountain of information, and she wound up wondering just for what reason would Tomoyo go looking for that information. After that, it had been a constant reminder in her mind. Outlook of life changed. Her vivid imagination contributed images like a couple of dreams she'd been having lately which really had her wondering as to how she felt about the subject. When it related to Syaoran really. He was the one that influenced it.

And to be truthful to herself, she had to admit, that it was weighting heavily in her mind. She didn't know if they were ready to take a step in that direction. They were indeed only teenagers. She couldn't completely forget the fact that while she was curious, she was also afraid.

Afraid of the act? Yes, that was one. But she was also afraid of the changes. It seemed like only days before that they had been carefree kids, in mind, with the responsibilities of the magic world in their shoulders. They had matured about from the bashful love, as she was aware of how she clung to his kisses. She had to admit that her body, and her mind wanted to get as close to him as she could.

Still, what did she know of what was to come? Was he also plagued with the same questions? She hoped so, since that would mean that she would not be the only confused one in this relationship.

"What's on your mind?" his gruff question snapped her eyes open. He cleared his throat, getting the sleepy low ruffle out of his voice as she fixed her eyes on his. He reached with his thumb, rubbing it across her temple. "You have that crinkle there," he traced it. "The one you have when you're thinking of something very serious."

She tried to laugh it away, not ready to admit what was truly on her mind. "I was just thinking that you're so cute," her statement alarmed him. She could tell from his facial expression. Maybe she had phrased it wrong, but it did do what she wanted.

Syaoran could only think of how that was a word that supposedly only applied to her. He knew very well that being considered cute while in his mid teenage years was not something that as a guy he was supposed to strive for.

"Maybe I should have said handsome," she took pity on him by using the word used for the male half of the species. "Or maybe sexy seems more applicable," it was the last that truly had him speechless. She traced a lone fingernail over his shoulder to his elbow. The sensations sprung goose bumps over his skin, as well as hers. He burrowed them both deeper into the comforter, trying to mask the reaction. He didn't want them to feel uncomfortable and out of their depths here. This was unknown territory, but that didn't mean that it was a road that they could leave untraveled.

"You're not cold, are you?" he asked her, opening his eyes, yawning, and looking out the window to the slight lightening outside the window. There was no sun. The fall weather was definitely starting en masse. He was sure that by the end of the week, all of the leaves of the tree in Sakura's backyard were going to be on the ground to be scooped up.

"Just a bit," she replied as she intricately placed her legs with his. In a bit of a playful mood, she placed the sole of her feet against his calf. It was an evil move, but she enjoyed seeing him yelp at her cold feet. No matter what temperature it was, or how covered, her feet always managed to suck in all the cold of their surrounding.

He pulled her closer, glancing to the outside as she relaxed in his embrace. He could not believe that this was truly the first time that they were in such a position. This was the first time he had slept over. This was the first time he had shared a bed with her. This was the first time that he had woken up with her in his arms instead of remnants of a dream.

He sported a full coloring on his cheekbones as his latest dream came to his thoughts. He had gotten very far in this particular one. Maybe it had compounded because of his current situation. Syaoran closed his eyes and let out deep breaths, relaxing his body. He felt the heavy pull of sleep as he started controlling his body, only to find that Sakura was wiggling.

"Do you want to get up?"

"I need to see the clock," she smiled, seeing the sleepy haze that still covered his eyes. His eyelids were falling to a midway that made her think that he was still tired. That couldn't be. Unless of course, he'd had a sleepless night for some time.

"Can't we stay like this for just a bit more?" his request was reasonable. Unlike other days, today was one that did not require them to go to school. They were quite alone in the house so there would be no interruptions. And in the end, it felt extremely good to stay burrowed into one another.

"I'm sure it won't hurt," she finally replied, enjoying his light caress on the edge of her hip. Her shorts were hanging low, and her shirt ridden up during the night. She didn't know if he was doing it on purpose, but the mindless fluttering of his fingers was not going to make her relax.

She was too aware of the fact that he was almost naked. And that she was a very curious girl that was very curious about said boy that had her in his arms.

"Are you going to fall asleep again?" she inquired, her voice low as to not disturb him if he had managed to do so. It seemed he had, as his response was lagged.

"No," he yawned, burrowing his jaw against the top of her hair and taking a deep whiff of it while still holding her delicately to him. "I'm trying to enjoy the moment."

"Oh," she didn't want to spoil it either. She was sure that embarrassment would set in at any time and they would soon unravel themselves from beneath the covers and part.

A low whistle came from the window. She didn't have to look to know that the wind had picked up. It was early October, but the low temperatures, with the winds, were starting to make their rounds. The mornings had a chilly quality to them that announced the coming of the winter months. Her mind wandered to her closet. When it got to the time that Syaoran would leave, she was going to have to find some type of scarf for him. He hadn't brought one before coming over the night before, and she didn't want him to be exposed to the lowering temperatures.

Those were the type of thoughts that had her blushing. She was realizing just how her mind was assimilating when it came to him. She started to think of a present for him. She had to start thinking about what would be good to present to him. Maybe she would try her hand at knitting a scarf for him. She'd done it once years ago, but a new one would be good she was sure.

She'd gotten better at those type of tasks, so it wouldn't be too much of a hardship. None at all, she said to herself as her opened eyes settled on his collarbone. There was something there. She narrowed her eyes, her hands coming to the spot without her realizing it. She had to touch it.

Syaoran stayed still as he felt her fingers settle on a spot by his neck. There was a loud thud within his brain, within his body, as she seemed to trace an imaginary line. Sakura felt it. It was his pulse. How she had concentrated on the pulsing vein, she had no clue.

"Sakura," her name was said in a tone of voice she could not recognize. He sounded strained, a bit out of his league as she moved her hand away and hid it beneath the covers.

"I'm sorry," her voice was low, trapped beneath the covers. She didn't know what had come over her. It was a lapse from her usual timidity where he was concerned. She had to look back at him when he grabbed her hand in his, intertwined their digits.

They felt no need to speak as they just looked at one another. Time slipped by, while they simply smiled and enjoyed the warm cocoon that they were currently occupying.

The sun was out before they realized it, drawing their attention. Staying in bed in that position for the whole day was not a possibility. He did it grudgingly, but he lifted his arms away from her waist. His expression was almost a grimace as he lifted his torso and pulled to the opposite side of the bed.

Syaoran shivered as the cold floor permeated through his naked feet. He found his pants, reaching for his shirt as she joined him. Sakura stood by the window, wondering just how things would progress from there. By the time she looked back, he was dressed, with his shirt opened as he stretched.

"Are you going home now?" she asked, delaying him. From the corner, she could see everything. His feet were still naked, his toes twirling against the floor. He was already dressed to his waist, currently snapping his buckle close. She could see his naked chest still, partly hidden beneath the shirt he had yet to close. His hair was a mess. It was a great looking mess though.

"I have to change clothes and all," was his response. Sakura nodded, understanding that he would not, and could not say more. This was a different step to what they were accustomed, and therefore it would take some time for it to even become something that they would be able to treat as a natural occurrence.

She disappeared from the room for a bit, making Syaoran concentrate on getting his things from the corner she had placed them the night before. It wasn't much really.

Syaoran looked around the room, the rumpled bed having most of his attention. He focused on the little things. There were little trinkets by the base of the bed. Figurines and a lamp by the side as her ornament clock continued to tick the day away.

He really had spent the last few hours in Sakura's room. That is what would occupy his thoughts when he left, but he didn't mind. He left the room, moving towards the sitting room where he had left his books and walked to the kitchen.

She joined him there, offering him something to drink before going home. He declined, wondering if he would get the courage to ask her to go with him to his house. What excuse could he use though? She may have things to do, but he didn't want to let go of being with her.

"Syaoran," she hesitated there. What could she say? Somehow, they ended up side by side. She conformed to his chest, drawn into an embrace as they stood before door of the kitchen, and the glass that separated them from the outside elements.

It was not the time to part. This moment could still be savored just a bit longer. There they remained, just enjoying each other. It was a morning just like any other, and then not. It didn't matter. What little progress they made, it was at a natural pace. Whatever was to come did not matter as much as how they were right there.

Syaoran and Sakura just gave themselves to the moment of companionship, and the familiarity of their embrace. Sakura stiffened, alerting him. They found themselves under the hard stare of a very tall Touya. "Sakura, gaki," he greeted them, knowing that he had to say something out loud or get lost in an uncomfortable silence.

Touya only saw what was presented. The gaki was embracing his sister, but he did that a lot now since they were an official couple. But, some things didn't add up. The silence spoke for him as his eyes managed to appear as a fine line as he saw the unbuttoned shirt, and Syaoran's unkempt appearance. He knew the kid's hair was a mess, but not this bad. It was as if he had just gotten out of bed.

Why did it look like the gaki had just gotten up? Sakura looked down, having his assumptions almost confirmed. Now, what was he, the big brother, going to do about it?

Dun, dun, dun! I debated whether to have this last part at the end or at the start of the next chapter. It works much better as a break here. Sorry for the introspective jumbo from both of them, but I would think that it would be natural for them both to act like this in this situation. I'll start working on the third part right away... I have to clear an ending for this. Still, I'd like to know your thoughts... and if you have any suggestions as to what should happen with the new character in here, then the more the better for my creative process. And also, sorry for the tease at the start. I just couldn't help myself with a bit of naughty material being thrown in.

MS

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