A/N: I managed to get another update in without going missing for like four months :) anyways, here is the new chapter of magicalness (fairies and all) I have created :P the quote I used for this chapter is one of my favorite quotes by William Shakespeare :3 Twilight fans, Bite Me! fans, and 10TIHAY fans will totally appreciate this chapter :D

Also, I've figured out a schedule for 1800GFF and COH: starting this Monday, I'll update COH and the next week on Monday I'll update 1800GFF and then the next week on Monday will be COH and so on and so forth. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own CCS.

Summary: High School: Raging hormones, preppy sluts, asshole jocks, and, of course, falling in love. Sakura Kinomoto was always the outsider. The 'nobody.' But maybe the new foreign exchange student at Tomoeda High can change that.

Category: Card Captor Sakura

Genre/s: Romance/Humor

Story Type: AU/AT

Character Type: Major OOC

Rating: M (PG-13) for alcohol, language, sexual innuendos & content, and drugs.

Pairings: S x S, E x T, M x R


A Chain of Hearts

I'm gonna break your little heart

Show you to the door sew yourself shut and now you're begging for more

'Cause there's nothing surgery can do

When I break your little heart in two

Don't be so sentimental no this love is accidental

So give it up this was never meant to be more than a memory for you

-Break Your Little Heart, All Time Low

Chapter 7: Sparkly Vampires

"I'll follow you and make a heaven out of hell, and I'll die by your hand which I love so well."

-William Shakespeare


The sexual tension between Syaoran and I had been bad enough during our little private pool party, but this was just downright painful.

If I thought that Syaoran in a low-waist bathing suit all wet and muscular was torture, well then this must be a small piece of heaven in hell.

Only half an hour earlier, Syaoran had put Feimei to bed. As soon as the sound of her door closing echoed throughout the now vacant halls, spare Syaoran and I, he had me in his room before I could even say "sexy."

His kisses had started out not quite gentle, but not exactly ferocious either. But now, they were frantic and needing, each more scorching than the next.

And now, finally, Syaoran Li was straddling me naked.

Oh yeah, be jealous bitches.

In our entire 'relationship'—or whatever you wanted to call it—neither of us had ever seen the other naked; maybe undergarments and such, but never naked.

His eyes were smoldering, the fire in his eyes seeming to travel through my body down to my abdomen, setting every nerve ending of mine on fire.

He knew I was staring at it. In fact, I think his ego was milking this for all it was worth. But honestly, he was huge! Way bigger than average, but not the size of those super fake ones you see in bad pornos.

"I showed you mine, now you show me yours," he joked with a playful smirk on his lips.

I hesitated.

It wasn't because I was embarrassed of showing my willies to a male—or this male in particular. No, I had come to the conclusion already that I was head over heels in love with him.

I hesitated because once I went past this point, I knew there was no turning back. If we had sex, I'd want a real relationship with him, one that would involve going public and not sneaking behind the nearest fast-food restaurant or gas station for a 'quickie' because we don't want anybody to see us.

He sense my hesitation and, rather than asking me about it, I could he jumped to conclusion, his smile deflating and rejection flashed through his eyes.

He started to get off me and my mind was racing. I had to make a decision—fast.

A. Yes (followed by a nice fucking session.)

B. No (before I slap his face and storm out of there.)

C. Maybe (and then getting myself into a very awkward conversation.)

D. To get to the other side (I figured Edward would appreciate that one.)

Ugh! How did Bella and AJ know what to do in a matter of seconds? …Oh right, Edward was Bella's soul mate and AJ didn't have a choice when it came to Ryan…damn.

I bit my lip and decided to circle answer E: none of the above.

My hands shot out like lightning to grab his waist and halt all further movements unless they brought him closer to me. I could plainly see his confusion.

God, aren't these roles supposed to be reversed: the innocent girl wanting to take it to the next level in their relationship and the totally charismatic, thoughtful guy undecided because he doesn't want to hurt her? You know, the good ol' fashioned way?

Only three problems: one, there was nothing old fashioned about Syaoran and I in any area whatsoever. Two, I'm not exactly what you can call 'innocent.' And third, Syaoran, the "charismatic" and "thoughtful" guy? Unless there's a side of him that I've never seen—which is quite possible—there is nothing even remotely close to those two attributes in Syaoran.

"I…I'm just…confused?" I said uncertainly. More like buying time to try and figure things out without totally ruining everything.

"Funny," he said with an embarrassed laugh, "I could say the same."

I swallowed loudly.

Okay Sakura, this is it: here's your chance. Don't screw this up by rambling on and on or by getting all hysterical without having an adult conversation that includes the both of you. Stay calm, cool, and collected.

I opened my mouth expecting an incident completely the opposite of what I just told myself in my head to happen, but nothing came out.

There was a long, awkward pause before he raised an eyebrow.

"No need to come at me all at once, seriously, I'll be here all night."

I scowled at him.

"You try and come up with something clever to say that won't mess things up about why on earth I didn't want to get naked in front of the hottest guy in school then," I mockingly said, my voice holding aggravation and exasperation.

Now it was his turn to be silent, his ears an alarming red.

"That's what I thought," I scoffed.

I was suddenly aware of the fact that he was still naked and I was in my bra and underwear before the situation really came down on both of us.

We muttered mortified apologies and Syaoran threw on a pair of jeans without even bothering with boxers and I threw on his t-shirt, which came down to my thighs and was so comfy and smelled so deliciously like him that I wanted to just rip the drawers out of his dresser and take them home with me, drawers and all.

He sat on the end of his expensive—and probably million-dollar—bed and on his fluffy white comforter—probably also million-dollar—while I sat on the other end, our faces trying to look everywhere but at each other.

"Can you at least…try to explain it to me?" he asked timidly.

My face shot up like I had been electrocuted. His face held such vulnerability and apprehension that I felt like wrapping my arms around him and never letting go. He looked like a puppy who had just been kicked and was waiting for the second blow. I had never seen him like this—his usual mask of cockiness (no pun intended given the current situation) and nonchalance was gone, replaced by the real Syaoran. The one that I said didn't really exist.

Pssh, Sakura, you're such an idiot. Of course he had a sensitive side. It's not like you go for any hot guy before actually getting to know them. No, just Syaoran.

I searched for the words to say to him—ones that wouldn't get me even deeper into a mess that I didn't have to be in—and sighed when I came up with nothing.

"It's not that I…don't want to…you know," I said suggestively, my voice suddenly coming out stronger than I had realized, "it's just…what exactly are we?"

I looked at him expectantly.

"Uhh…humans?" he said ludicrously, his voice completely giving away his avoidance of the subject.

I gave him a pointed look.

He sighed heavily and rubbed his hands over his face, his body suddenly overcome with exhaustion.

"I don't know what to call us," he said. "There really isn't anything…conventional about us, but I…want there to be?" he said, his statement coming out more like a question—a question directed towards me.

Way to be the male in this relationship, Syaoran. Leave all the decisions up to the girl. What? I'm not a feminist, I don't care who makes all the decisions! I'm not like Kat and Patrick! Gosh!

"I want there to be too, but…ugh, I can't believe the two of us are actually having this kind of serious discussion right now," I said disbelievingly, my hand covering my eyes in disbelief, a humorless laugh bubbling out of my mouth.

He sighed. "I guess there's only one thing left we can do then," he said in resignation.

I sighed with him and grimaced.

"Seriously?"

He grinned at me.

I grumbled and stood up.

"Fine, but if Cupid isn't in, we're leaving and we'll just solve our own problems, got it Captain Brainiac?"

He placed his hands on my hips and pressed his body close to me before planting a slow, gentle kiss on my lips. God did I love him.

When he pulled away, his smile turned into a smirk.

"How about we put some pants on you first though?" he teased, his eyes sparkling.

Dammit, I always knew my Edward was out there somewhere. Stupid, sparkling vampires.

What? Syaoran is so hot enough to be one! …Except he's really tan…and he needs to breathe…and when he bites my neck so he can laugh when I fret over covering it up, I don't exactly turn into a vampire mistress.

I playfully slapped his shoulders before giving him a show of putting on my shorts, putting some extra wiggling in there.

"You can keep the shirt though," he said grinning. "I like it better on you than me."

I blushed and giggled a bit before starting a search for my flip-flops.

He grabbed a shirt from his drawer and started to walk into the bathroom—to do god knows what—before grabbing the doorpost and turning around slightly.

"Oh, and I like it how it is now, so don't put your bra back on."

I gaped at him and he winked before shutting the door.

"Men," I muttered.

Well, at least he didn't have boxers on under his jeans.


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