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It took me awhile and for that I'm sorry. Here's the last part to October Morning and hopefully it will be enjoyed by you readers.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the CCS characters.
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October Morning
Chapter 4 : In the Darkness
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It had been over three hours. Syaoran shoot side glances at Sakura as they both sat in the dining room table, books strewn about in every direction, and two cups of chocolate steaming to their side. He shifted his feet beneath the Japanese table, arranging the comforter over his leg and at the same time trying not to shuffle into her space.
On one hand he really wanted to, but on the other he just couldn't muster the courage to do so. Just the thought of it happening made an intense blush settle over his cheeks and sigh in disappointment at his own cowardice. He was very glad that she wasn't looking back and realize where his thoughts were currently residing. He felt like sneezing, how he hated the cold!
He just couldn't help but look towards her though. She was just too something. He couldn't choose the word to describe her. He was finding it extremely difficult to think when she was around. She was able to occupy his thoughts without making an effort. She didn't even have to be in the same room for it to happen and that alarmed him somewhat. It was as if he was falling further into a spell and there was no way to avoid it.
Many things seized to make sense long ago. All he could do at the moment was look at her, without giving himself away. It would be very embarrassing if she caught him staring and he had to try to explain himself.
He was sure that it would happen again. Right then, to the hour, the phone rang. Sakura almost whined, shooting the phone by the wall a look that made him laugh. He stifled it, not wanting to incur that look himself. Sakura was a very sweet mannered girl, but she also had her moments when she transferred to some other emotion not so nice to those around her. Although, he might look forward to it. It was always nice to see her stumble over her apologies for overreacting.
Sakura just sighed to the inevitable, stood up from her seat, and picked up the phone. This was Syaoran's apartment but she knew that the phone call was for her. Syaoran just stayed at the sidelines, snickering at Sakura's responses into the receiver. It was never going to change. He knew that if the other person had been within arms' reach, she would have pummeled him.
Her brother had been calling her every hour, on the hour, ever since she had arrived. Sakura had yet to tell him how it was that she'd gotten permission to stay over the night from her family, but he could very well understand that Touya had been against it.
There was a loud crank, as she placed the receiver in its place and walked back to the table. She just groaned, exasperated before choosing to sit beside him. She was against him, hip to hip, leaning against him.
It was happening quite frequently. It was usually initiated by her, this search for closeness. There were many times that he tried to do it himself, only to find that he just couldn't gather the courage to act. It went against his character. He was known to be impulsive, boisterous and outgoing in many aspects, but not where this was concerned.
Well, it was when he spent too much time analyzing the possibilities. He could very much act on impulse for intimacy just like he had the night before and this morning. But now, after spending many hours agonizing over the preparations of her arrival had been enough to quell his impulses.
That is why he stayed unmoving, uncertain of how to proceed or what he was supposed to do. Should he put his arm around her shoulders? Should he bring her closer to his side?
But a better question was, what did she want him to do? Maybe the answer turned out to be nothing, he figured as she just sought his nearness before reaching for her notebook and started comparing answers to their exercises. They were coming to a cluster of exams and studying was the only thing they could do.
"Here," she gained his attention, pointing at a particular exercise. He leaned forward with her, his head coming to her shoulder where it was anchored. It wasn't a calculated move, it wasn't rationalized, it was just to be.
Somehow, they wound up laughing quite uproariously while they figured out the question. It was in those moments that they blushed, they smiled, they observed, and they reached for closeness. They didn't need much to stay complacent with the scene.
"Sakura," her name fell from his lips as she turned, her bangs brushing against his cheek. "Can I kiss you?" The words slowly emerged, forming the inquiry.
She looked down to the table, blinking at the scene while her hand, which held her pencil, lay unmoving over the page. It was just like him to ask her permission. There were times that she would believe they were still in junior high, afraid to hold hands in public lest others could see them and badger them with questions and innuendos.
It was in those times that she wondered what could ever happen if he decided to be truly decisive in their relationship. Truly do what he wanted instead of asking for permission. She only had to turn to find him staring intently. This was unnerving and wonderful. She felt goose bumps appear over her arms, a slight shiver coming over her body as he leant forward. She was sure that one of these days, he would do so and she would get the surprise of her life.
She saw the flickering in his gaze, the slight retraction as he continued downward. It wasn't fair that it seemed like he was the only one taking the chance.
She settled a hand on his shirt, coming to rest on a button and permeating so much heat that she wanted to kick off the comforter and drown in his own warmth. Their body heat always called for fluttering butterflies to form on her stomach. It spread over, growing as his lips came closer.
It wasn't long before she felt herself falling. Both figuratively as well as realistically. She was cradled into him as they lay on the floor, their bodies pressed together as she parted her lips to his seeking entrance. Her heart thundered, her chest tingling as he shifted against her.
She buried her hand into his hair, the other pressing against his back as he moved his hands beside her head so that he could keep himself from falling on her. Their lips just pressed together for some time, just seeking contact before searching for more.
Her lips quivered, taking in a breath as they parted before he pressed further. His parted lips came against her lower lip, suckling on it as she opened her own. He plunged inside, tentatively, unrushed and careful as he turned to his side. She came with him, dragging a bit of the coverlet on the floor with her feet as they shifted.
They had all the time in the world to just look each other in the eye as their foreheads were against each others. Their noses brushed together, the warmth breaths brushing together. He was looking to her, just unflinching from her returning one, with a slight smile on his lips.
Sakura wound her arms around his neck, pressing closer to him as they lay on their sides. She shivered involuntarily, realizing that the floor was cold against her side, which prompted him to hug her close.
It was just like they'd been that morning, she thought, closing her eyes. Just like the morning when she had first woken up with him sharing her bed. She could recall something else as well. Her heart sped up, her body having a reaction that she was unfamiliar with. The muscles in her arms were in spasms, but she was the only one that felt them she knew.
What was she supposed to do? She looked up, brushing her nose against his jaw. She felt him reacting, a slight shiver as he pulled away a bit. She saw his increasing blush. He was embarrassed. She wondered how he would feel if she actually nuzzled his throat.
He'd probably burst into flames and jump as if he was on fire. She giggled at the imagery, drawing him closer. Syaoran looked at her, wondering why her eyes were twinkling. She was probably thinking something that would mortify him.
Her comment just floored him. "I've dreamed of this many times," Syaoran just stared dumbfounded at her, a fleeting sensation slamming into his thoughts. This was ground that was to be threaded carefully.
He knew that she hadn't meant to say that out loud. Sakura's face was buried in his shirt, wriggling against him to hide her face. He tried to get her to look at him, but to no avail.
Sometimes it felt like they were walking one step forward, and then two steps back. If both of them had realized that they had the same thought, then the moment wouldn't have felt so alien.
She couldn't help it, Sakura laughed. It was very stupid to hide over a comment when Syaoran was the only one around her. He knew her deepest secrets and really, it shouldn't be something that they needed to hide.
She decided to be outright, so in a decisive move, she had him against the floor and she placed her elbow against his chest while she looked down at him. Her lips were pursed as she looked derisively at him.
"I'm sure that you've had plenty of dreams about me," her comment couldn't have been more accurate.
"I have," his truthful response gained him a flashing smile, beguiling him as he reached for her face and brought her down to him. Their expressions ranged from giggles to moans, from grunts to sharp intakes of breath as they got closer than they thought they would.
His hands wound up underneath her shirt, on her bare skin while her knee ended up quite close to an appendage that was currently very attentive to their movements. Syaoran's face was red, blustering as she felt his arousal and remained unmoving for quite some time. It was something he could not avoid. It was inevitable that she would find out since their sessions just kept escalating.
"Are you?" she didn't want to elaborate since she was sure she wouldn't be able to say it aloud. Syaoran could not look at her. He wanted to get away, go somewhere where she wouldn't be able to see him. He was embarrassed.
His reaction was apparent, while really, all that could be seen from Sakura were just her flushed cheeks and her opened lips as she took shallow breaths. She did something he was not expecting, just lay herself upon his frame, completely.
Sakura knew what it signified. She prompted his hand to continue his perusal as her own came to his side and slid under his collar. She smiled benevolently, hiding the fast pace of her heart as she ground herself against him. It had been an un-calculated move. Still, it had felt marvelous.
It recreated spasms over her legs. She couldn't move them. She wanted to feel the sensation again. It was almost addicting. Syaoran grasped her hips, bringing her down against him as if reading her mind. Sakura moaned, her lips parted as her eyes glazed over. They didn't need to communicate to know that what they wanted was to experience it again.
Syaoran had the urge to grind himself against her lower half, his arousal being ground against her lower navel as she simply moved up and down, creating friction between their clothes.
There was a sharp pull, her inner muscles quivering as she tightened for a second before feeling spent. She really didn't know what had happened, but by the look in Syaoran's face, he was as much in the dark as she.
Sakura knew that for men to achieve satisfaction, that they would have to release from their member. She really couldn't make herself think of Syaoran having a penis, or much any man since she wasn't accustomed to thinking of it. She was sure that he would be beyond embarrassed, even mortified, if he knew of what her current thoughts were of.
She couldn't squelch her curiosity though. How would it be in real life? She could still feel his hard member pushing against the seam of his zipper and pants as she lay over him. That curiosity gave her a thrill. She was going to know.
Syaoran was her everything. He was going to be the guy she married, the man that she would come to know in the carnal sense. He was currently the guy that made her heart skip beats and behave erratically. He was the guy that revealing his bare skin had her in dire straits as her body behaved unlike it ever had, completely out of her control.
She could see it in his eyes. Sakura had learned to pay close attention to his eyes. He could never hide his true feelings from his orbs, and they were currently away from her own. He kept moving his eyes as they lay still, the moment stalling as she caught her breath. It had felt wonderfully good. She had never expected herself to react this way to their current position.
"Syaoran," his name left her mouth, a breathy sigh following, catching his attention. Syaoran had tried to keep himself in check, and not going berserk on her as his body wanted to. As he looked at her, he could very much see that she was giving him permission to do so.
Or maybe that was his own inner wishes. And then maybe not, she was smiling at him. It was then that he paid attention as to what her hands were doing. She was unbuttoning his shirt and laying it open. She brought his own from her hips to her waist and helped him push over the material, bunching it around her breasts. She then took it over her shoulder, letting his hands rest against her ribs.
Please, touch me, the unspoken command was very distinctive. Sakura shivered as she was exposed to the cold air in the room, the only cloth being her bra. It was that particular item which held his attention. Sakura's laughter emerged as she saw his eyes widen to a state she had never thought possible.
She was then aware of her self consciousness. She couldn't help but wonder if she was alright. She had compared herself to other girls her age at school while changing, and felt that her chest left much to be desired when it came to size and such.
"You're beautiful," Sakura had to giggle, earning a questioning glance from him. She gave him a peck on his nose, coming to his lips in complete succession.
"I love you."
"That's why you were giggling?" he questioned her reasoning.
"I'm happy," she needn't say anything else. She came to his ear, blowing away strands of his hair making him fidget under her warmth breath.
"Can I touch you?" his hands were hovering over her sides still, his fingertips brushing against the sides of her breasts as the remained inside her white bra. She had to smile at his hesitation.
"With what?" she really didn't know why she had asked the question like that. She was right red as she brushed against his arousal at a slight movement. Her words could really be taken out of context.
He didn't though. "Just my hands, maybe my mouth," he reiterated by laying his mouth on the side of her neck, near her ear as he whispered the words and lightly sucked against the skin.
"Yes," her breathy sigh was very low, but he understood her meaning. That was all he needed to proceed. He was elated, and nervous as he reached forward for her and Sakura merely followed his moves to come into his arms.
Syaoran pulled her down, keeping her arms trapped against his own as they kept her strapped to his body as he moved. She ended up against the floor, her back coming into the space he had just vacated. Somehow his shirt had ended up being between her and the cold floor, which she very much enjoyed. Her hands were around his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck while he placed a hand over her collarbone.
His fingertips were calloused, sharp and different, in a territory that only her own fingers had roamed for many years. She lay her hand on top of his, pressing him against the upper show of her breast, slipping his fingers into the material so it came against her nipple. He took her prodding and with his free hand maneuvered the material off her shoulders. While it was still hooked, the bra was slipped down bellow her ribs so he was in full view of her naked chest.
They were perk, moving up and down with each breath she took. Sakura could only watch him intently as he saw her. She didn't want to miss any part of his reaction to her. She wanted to see if she could please him with both her body and with her actions.
He moved his hand slightly, rubbing his palm against the whole mound. It was the perfect size. He could wrap his whole hand around it. He opened his hand, seeing the different directions his fingers were going, turning one of her own to see the difference in size between their appendages.
Her hands were very small, the tip of her middle finger coming to the middle of his second phalange of his own. He knew that her father always remarked that she had kept her child's hands and that she had to accept it.
He flicked the nipple of her left breast, feeling it pebble against his touch and remain erect and ready as his breath came closer. He placed a kiss to the side of it, savoring the taste of her skin while Sakura wound her hands on his hair and playfully tugged as he came closer to the brown areola. His other hand came to the exposed breast on her left, squeezing it lightly as he sucked and nibbled her other.
He was going to be gentle, he told himself repeatedly. Each nip was careful to give pressure, but not to hurt her in any way. Her moans and gasps were all the sounds he needed to know he was doing something right.
He could spend all night lavishing attention on her beasts, the blood was rushing through his brain as his mouth descended upon her ribs and made its way to her navel. He felt her quiver beneath his touch, the muscles extending and contracting as he came closer to the edge of her panties. His hand was following him at the side, making its way down the curve of her waist, lingering where it met her hips. He was fascinated with her body.
His fingers wanted to feel every nuance, lingering each touch as his own body's urges increased with each pressing second. Her own caresses to his back, raking her nails at the skin were making his arousal increase with each harsh breath he expelled.
He was going to have a little accident if he wasn't careful. He couldn't tell her to stop though. If she had allowed him to take this liberty, then he had to reciprocate in kind. He made his way back to her breasts with his mouth, the tips of his fingers slipping underneath the elastic band of her panties.
Sakura's hips reacted on instinct, levering herself with his hand, pushing against it as his fingers came in contact with the skin there. She was feeling the tickle again. It was slick and growing as his fingers brushed against the lips of her opening.
"You shouldn't," her words stopped him. It wasn't because she was admonishing him from continuing, but because it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself.
"Do you want me to stop?" his question came as he placed a kiss on the corner of her mouth. She turned her head, keeping him close to her as she took the initiative and ravaged his mouth. She was beautifully leading him back to her opening as she spread her legs further and rubbed herself against his hand.
"No, don't stop," she finally replied as her hips rose and welcomed his touch. His hand was full of sensory receptors, deciphering the spray of hair that brushed against his palm with the hot sensation of her opening as he placed two fingers to rub it back and forth.
Slowly, he brought one of his forefingers to the slick opening, rubbing against it as he marveled at the moisture he found there. He had of course read a bit on the subject of masturbation and what was necessary for a couple of come together, and he was alarmed as well as elated by the fact that she was wet and wanting from his ministrations.
There was a power as you came to understand that it was you that had brought someone to the peak of ecstacy and wanting as her hooded eyes beheld him while her mouth was open and aroused moans left her.
She was going to drive him wild.
He wanted to take her panties off. Should he? He debated it quite profusely as she kept reacting to his touch. His fingertips delved closer still, making her still as he made circles inside of her opening.
The amount of moisture was increasing in alarm rates as Sakura was close to shouting, very vocal in her reactions to him. "Do you do this at home when you're alone Sakura?" it was a perverse thought, stopping as he waited for her answer. He really wanted to know.
Sakura could only pant as she nodded, aware that she was admitting something she had never told anyone before in her life. No one else but him would know.
She lifted her knee, rubbing it against his arousal through his pants. "Don't you?"
It was a sultry voice, her eyes shining blind as a mermaid's smile shone to him. She was alluring, one of her long nails coming to his chest and undoing the buttons beneath his navel to his pants. The sound of his zipper brought him out of her spell, his hand coming to stop her from mimicking his actions.
"I'm going to come if you touch me," he admitted to her as he kept a tight grip on her arms.
"That's the idea," her whisper floored him as she pushed him against the floor and grinded herself against him. It was erotic, having her sitting on top of him with her breasts free and bouncing with each movement.
"Do you think of me?" she questioned him, putting all of her weight against his arousal as her legs remained at either side of him. The pressure against her middle was making her blind as blood rushed to her head in manic speed. He plunged from beneath, grinding and gyrating his hips with her core a handful of times before she gasped, still, and fell forward to him. Her eyes drifted to close again, her smile dissolving as she gasped for air. Syaoran knew it wouldn't be long now; she had to be close to a climax. Almost as soon as he thought this, he heard her take a sharp breath as her body seemed to stiffen.
There was no need for sounds as she shivered in his arms. She couldn't move for a time, as her body took bearing and control of itself. It was an addictive feeling.
Her breathing deepened, coming steady as her relaxed body lay over his own. She was looking at him, building her strength, with a look in her eyes he could not describe. He couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to be inside of her as she came. That thought brought him back to his current problem.
He was very uncomfortable at the moment. His pulse was racing mad as his excitement continued to increase. How was he going to deal with this when she was here? His fingers were sticky. Tentatively, he brought it to his mouth, it felt more like texture than taste. It was thicker than water, and salty.
Sakura's eyes were following his every move, her breath hitching as he placed his fingers in his mouth. It wasn't bad at all. Just different. He licked his lips, sucking his finger completely to get it all. He saw her watching him, wondering if he had done something that she didn't approve of.
All she did in response was kiss him, her tongue searching for a taste of her come as they came together once more. She stood balanced on her elbows over him, licking the inside of her mouth and lips in response before placing her hand on his stomach and making its way playfully over his navel and setting it over his arousal.
This was different from anything she had ever felt before. It was pulsing beneath her, still constrained in his clothing as Syaoran just lay still while she felt the outline of him through his clothing. She traced the outline of the shaft, marveling at the feel of him as well as very aware of the groans and words Syaoran made with each tentative push.
She didn't have to vocalize it, he could read it clear in her eyes. She wanted to try it too. All he did was silently accept her wishes while his mouth went dry at the thought of her seeing him naked and touching him.
"I've never done this before," she had the urge to say it. She was nervous. She pulled her hand several times before she finally set it over his sides and urged him to help her get his pants off. She only needed them off of his hips, coming straight and close to his boxers. Syaoran looked down at her, watching him as his tip peeked over the boxer's opening.
Her eyebrows burrowed together as the top glistened in the light. She brushed her index finger against it, the moisture spreading over the head of his arousal as she took a deep breath and spread the fabric open.
Her eyes widened as she saw him. It was hot to the touch, as if overheated as it came into contact with the cool air around them. Syaoran shivered at the difference in temperature, a delicious shiver running through his spine as he watched her observe him.
He reached forward, leading her hand to the base from the tip and over, the feel of her cool hand on his arousal enough to drive him insane. "Like that," he had mimicked the same motions he did when he was alone in the early morning lights usually, thinking of her, alone in his room.
He closed his eyes, leaning back against the floor as he strived to sear the memory and the sensations into his memory. The feeling of her soft lips on the tip had him opening his eyes wildly. He moaned softly as he came to realize that she had actually kissed it. He would have died right then and been happy.
"Can I suck on it?" it was a change. Now it was her who seemed to seek permission. He would have shouted it to the heavens that she could do whatever she damn well liked as long as she kept touching him like that.
Her innocent question as she licked her lips put him over the edge. He tried to stabilize his breathing, keeping the urge to come right then and there in check. He had never been so glad to have great self control over his body reactions.
"Do you want to?" it was a stupid question, but in a perverse way he wanted to hear her say it. She was hovering a mere's breath away from his hard shaft. He really hadn't expected her to actually ask him that question, or to seem interested. She really was just as surprised and interested as he was.
"Yes," the monosyllable had him shivering as she blew warm breaths onto his tip, teasing him. Sakura was sure that she was never going to be as surprised as she was at the moment as it grew further in her hand. It was harder, rounder, jutting powerfully from his boxers as she felt the apex of her thighs get tighter within her.
It was beckoning her. "God yes," his breathless reply was uttered before she placed her lips on the head, opening her mouth as she took the head him and sucked on it. A familiar warmth crept into his body and settled just beneath his stomach. A small twitch ran up the length of his erection as her tongue was pressed tightly against the underside of it.
Her teeth brushed gently against it, having him twitch a bit painfully at the sharp sensation. She eased it before running circles around the head with her tongue before continuing on from the tip to the base along the length of him.
"Sakura," her name was barely audible as he moaned loudly at her fingernails brushing and caressing the skin. "I'm going to come," he alerted her. He couldn't just go in her mouth. Still, she made her way upwards, taking him as far as she could before repeating her early ministrations.
His body became numb, warmth seeping through it, an electrifying pulse ran through his length as he filled her mouth with his hot fluid. He was dismayed as he saw her place a hand on her mouth. He sat up, the warmth and heat of his orgasm dispelling into the cold air around them.
"I'm sorry," he saw her struggle a bit as she made gestures with her hand that she was ok. She took some breaths before gulping finally, a slight grimace coming to her lips before she smiled at him.
"It's alright," Sakura just reached for him, giving his lap a hurried glance before he sat her over his knee. "It was just different from what I was expecting."
"What were you expecting?" he had to ask. They had already had enough science and such classes to at least have a clue as to what copulating and the human body ordered.
"I don't know," she shook her head as she wound her arms around his neck, her fingers twirling on his hair and playing with it as they shared their body heat. "That was wonderful," her remark made him smile widely.
He was glad. She shivered slightly, but she made no move to get herself dressed. He could only think of her bra, as it remained pooled on her waist while he lightly massaged her back. The moment was wearing off.
"Are you cold?" Her assent had him maneuvering himself to reach the comforter that had been left behind by the table to their side, a strong pull enough to have it wound around her and over his shoulder as they remained seated.
He felt her lean into him completely, looking down to see her eyes close and her breaths deep as her nose pressed against his chest. He yawned, having him glance to the clock on the wall, bringing him out of his warmth as he realized that night had already crept over and their exhausted bodies were craving sleep to compensate.
Time had flown when they had gone exploring. He looked to the room, the books still over the table while their chocolates had come to room temperature and the rest remained in a mess. They would worry about it in the morning.
He felt her pull at him as he moved from their cocoon to take her upstairs. Sakura opened her eyes, yawning a bit as she understood their change.
"Do you want to sleep with me?"
She smiled, accenting as he placed her hands around his neck and grabbed her with her legs twining around his waist. There were pieces of clothing thrown around the room as he wrapped the blanket around them, leaving a smile on his face as he knew that Sakura would probably act very bashful and embarrassed in the morning.
It was something to look forward to.
It wasn't long before he closed the door of his room, helping her wandering hands as he finally unhooked her bra, leaving it on their wake and undressed to his boxers. "Good night," he offered before setting a kiss on her forehead, her back settling against his chest as he tucked the blankets around them.
The temperatures were plunging deeper, but that was no matter. She was his warmth as they softly fell into deep sleep, entwined in bare flesh. In the span of a day, things had changed dramatically.
They remained in each others arms through the night, smiling as they burrowed into their senses, and later beckoned to the light when they woke in their embrace.
It was a beautiful October morning as their kisses brought their memories forth and warmed their spirits once again.
Yeah, two months late. Sorry for that. But here it is. This is the end. No more for this one. You guys will get a lemon in other stories so be satisfied with this :P.
Thanks for reading and hopefully you will continue to do so with my other projects. I think 40 Seconds will be next. I really need to finish that one and I've been getting some ideas for it too. Look forward to it.
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