So I got flamed for the first time…and it was the most hilarious thing I've ever read. At least have the guts to NOT be anonymous.


Eight

It's Official

The minute Kinomoto Sakura walked into her office, Li Yelan knew something was amiss. To any other person it would not have been apparent because she just strolled in as though it was an ordinary day, her head held high and her fitted clothes immaculately pressed-the picture of perfection, one could describe it as. But Yelan knew something was wrong because Sakura never walked into her office with the overbearing air of a haughty socialite. She may have walked in proudly, confidently, even aggressively, but never as though the world was falling apart around her and she didn't give a damn.

"Something wrong, Sakura?" Yelan asked, peering at her patient.

Sakura sat down, her back ramrod straight. As she did so, she brushed off imaginary dust from her cream-colored pants, crossed her legs, and folded her hands in her lap. The entire routine took about a minute before she cleared her throat and cocked her head to the side. "Pardon?" She said finally, her voice politely neutral.

"I asked, is something the matter?"

"Oh nothing, why would you think that?" Sakura replied airily. "Honestly, I didn't do anything bad." The words were coming out of her mouth faster now. "It's not as if I killed a person, you know. I didn't murder anyone, didn't rob anyone, nothing! I did nothing that'll land me in jail for a first-degree account of crime, I-"

"Sakura, what did you do?" Yelan interrupted.

"Iforcedhimintohavingsexwithme." Sakura replied without missing a beat.

"What?"

"I forced him into having sex with me," she whispered.

Yelan shook her head in confusion. "Sorry dear, you're going to have to speak up. I'm afraid my hearing isn't as sharp as it used to be."

"I SLEPT WITH THE BASTARD!"

Yelan blinked.

Pause.

Silence.

"Which bastard?"

Sakura glared. "There's only one, Yelan!"

"Oh…that one."

"You make it sound as though I'm some whore."

"Well, you made it sound as if it was the most scandalous thing in the world when it really isn't. What's so bad about it? You didn't sleep with a total stranger and you didn't bed Tomoyo's boyfriend. He's your man, after all."

"What's so bad about it is that I didn't want it!" Sakura wailed.

"You're a terrible liar." Yelan commented coolly as she poured herself a cup of tea, "You wanted it the moment you agreed to stay at that dinner you were tricked into. And then you agreed to go to the opera with him, to the movies…honestly, it was time he paid you back with a romp in the sack. You mustn't let a guy believe you're an all-you-can-eat buffet, you know. No coming back for complimentary seconds!"

"Please don't use an all-you-can-eat-buffet as an example. The sexual innuendo's killing me."

Yelan smiled coyly. "I guess we all know what you two were doing."

"Yelan!" Sakura admonished, shocked at her therapist's blunt assessment of the situation and her outright lack of dignity. "This isn't a 'you-take-me-out-I-take-you-out' exchange. You do not do a guy a favor by saying yes to his requests for dates and then have him return the favor by screwing you!"

"Why not? It's perfectly simple and uncomplicated. Wish I had the same experience."

Sakura's eyes nearly popped out of her head.

"Don't tell me the source of your anger is because he had absolutely no skill."

"NO!"

Yelan burst out laughing. "And the answer is apparent."

"No…" The paleness of Sakura's face was replaced with a bright red flush. "He wasn't…bad…at all…" She put her head in her hands. "Oh Kami-sama…"

She thought of last night-the low words murmured seductively against her neck, his warm hands caressing her body, the urgency of their heated passion. It had been rough, wild…and completely exhilarating.

They had gone out to dinner at one of his favorite establishments. She hadn't wanted to go with him in the first place (she had decided that if she wanted to do herself good she'd stay away from riffraff like him), but he had cajoled her in his charming way, luring her with promises of good food, chilled wine, his company, and utter relaxation. Nevermind the paradox presented in the last two.

So she took advantage of the situation and downed more wine than was necessary. Granted, it wasn't enough to intoxicate her completely, but it gave her the confidence to break her social boundaries. Translation: be a little more rowdy than usual.

"Here you are," he said, dropping her off in front of her apartment.

"I would thank you for being a gentleman, but then I'd burn in hell for telling lies."

Alright, that wasn't too unusual for her when she was around him.

He snorted. "As if you're not already going to hell for telling lies on the job?" he asked, referring to her profession as an attorney.

"That's what defense does." She fired back. "I'm a prosecutor, remember? I tell it like it is."

"You mean you tell it the way you think it is."

"Which is the way it is."

He chuckled. "So tell it the way it is with my case."

She groaned. "Not that again! Don't tell me all these dates are to get me to accept your pathetic excuse for a case."

He shrugged. "Not entirely, but I can't deny that it is one motive."

She peered at him. "One motive? How many more are there?"

He looked at her. "Only one more."

"And what, pray tell, would that be?"

He didn't answer her but Kami knows she had already figured it out. How could she have missed the playful implications of his words, the way his eyes were almost always trained on her, the occasional moments of seriousness underneath all the easy-going charisma? And the ever-present sexual undercurrent between them-she'd be a fool to deny it.

"Do you always lead a girl on in that confusing manner of yours?" She murmured, subconsciously moving closer to him.

"Never. Most women find it pretty straight-forward."

Her stepping forward resulted in her being pressed up against him, the soft curves of her body melding into the hard planes of his. Slowly, her hand began to trail up his front to play with the buttons of his starched dress shirt, the cool plastic of the circular disks a source of fascination for her alcohol-induced mind. The next thing she knew, her fingers had gently slid the top one out of its hole, allowing her a view of the top of his toned chest. Her eyes strayed upwards to his amber ones, a perfectly innocent look on her face.

"I should castrate you for your smart-ass remarks."

"Only you could say something as sadistic as that while undressing a man, even under the influence of alcohol."

"You like it," she whispered, her lips ghosting over his exposed skin. She was about to unbutton his shirt further when suddenly, his hand grabbed hers and he gently pushed her off of him.

"I'd like to think that I succeeded in wooing you but I'd rather not wake up in the morning to your sober self about to butcher my reproductive organs."

He turned around, leaving her to stare at his back in stunned silence.

"Goodnight, Sakura."

She watched as he began to walk down the hallway towards the elevators. Of course she knew she had drank a little too much alcohol and that she was a little less inhibited than usual, but goddamn did she know that the liquid in her system only revealed what she had wanted to keep hidden but knew was there!

She stormed after him, the clacking of her heels muffled by the carpet. Nevertheless, he sensed her presence and turned to look at her confusedly.

"Sakura, what are you-"

He never finished his sentence because at that moment, she jumped him. Literally.

Yelan surveyed the stiff woman in front of her. "So what happened after?"

The door opened a crack. "Sakura? I brought home breakfast and-Oh Kami-sama who are you in bed with?"

Sakura and Syaoran bolted upright as Tomoyo dropped the package in her hands.

"Oh, hey Tomoyo-"

"It's not what it looks like!" Sakura cried as she got up, pulling the sheets away from Syaoran and wrapping them around herself. Tomoyo quickly turned around.

"Sakura, I think you're stealing the sheets from Syaoran there."

But Syaoran had hurriedly dropped to the ground and managed to collect his clothes and pull them on. Tomoyo only shook her head and smiled mischievously. "I'll give you guys some privacy..."

"And then he just…left. So now I don't know whether or not he regretted last night."

"Ah..." Yelan nodded understandingly, "so that's the root of your problem. You're scared that he regretted his actions." She paused. "You were just trying to mask your insecurities with verbal self-condemnation, weren't you?

Sakura glared. "I prefer to leave my coping devices unsaid, Yelan."

Her therapist ignored her. "Do you regret last night?"

"What?"

Yelan eyed her beadily and repeated, "Do you regret last night?"

"Yes...maybe...sort of...I don't know." She ran her hand through her hair. "I guess I'd regret my actions if they sever our relationship because…" she sighed as though she was about to admit a long-suffering secret, "he is a pretty interesting character to be around."

The corner of Yelan's eyes crinkled in amusement. "If he regretted the sex that's his fault, he shouldn't have given in to your…demands."

"Demands?" Sakura intoned.

"Well what else would you call it, a formal question? I don't remember you telling me you asked him to have sex with you, did you?" Yelan remarked dryly.

Sakura blushed. "N-no..."

They sat in comfortable silence for a while before Sakura muttered, "You know Yelan, technically I raped the man."


When Sakura walked into the office of Entia Corporation's CEO-slash-president, she found its occupant balancing the phone in between his ear and shoulder and typing away at the computer. Li Syaoran was so immersed in his work that for a few minutes he failed to notice the woman standing in front of his door, who was getting angrier by the second.

"Your hospitality amazes me," she drawled loudly, alerting Syaoran to the fact that he had a visitor. Muttering a quick good-bye to his caller, he put the phone down and turned his attention to Sakura, who was fuming by then, all traces of distress about confronting the man she slept with last night vanished.

"You came to see me on your own accord!" He said brightly. If he was feeling any discomfort at all over the current situation he was embroiled in with the woman in front of him, he gave no sign of it.

Sakura sat down in the chair across the desk from Syaoran. "Don't read too much into it. I came here to discuss business."

His eyebrows quirked up. "You've finally decided to take up my case!" He grinned. "I'm glad last night convinced you."

She could feel her cheeks heat up and she hoped that the blush she put on that morning would disguise the color she knew would blossom over her face any minute now. "Look Li, I came here to apologize for last night. I was out of line and I'm sorry for…"

"Raping me?"

She glared at him. Even though she told Yelan that in legal terms what she did to Syaoran could be considered sexual harassment, there was no way she was going to admit it now. "Rape is defined as forcing someone into sexual acts without their consent. You didn't argue when I…" She trailed off but Syaoran added on.

"When you initiated physical contact, tried to take my clothes off, chased after me, attacked me-"

Sakura cleared her throat. "That's enough."

"In summary…you forced me."

"Then you must enjoy BDSM."

"Who was on top last night?"

She scoffed. "Oh you were doing a lot, weren't you?"

"I had to work for both of our pleasure, you know."

"Tired?" She jeered, "'Cause you have bags under your eyes."

"Tired?" He asked, scandalized.

"You want an explanation? I'll give you two. One, you're out of shape from not getting any action and two," she shrugged carelessly, "I'm just that good."

"There's a reason why books like 'Sex for Dummies' exist."

"Is that your bible, Syaoran?" Sakura taunted. "Do you keep it under your pillow at night?"

He shook his head, getting up from his chair to walk over to Sakura's side of the table. "I've never been the religious type because I doubt Kami-sama would approve of fornication outside of marriage."

"You're quite the sinner, aren't you?" She breathed.

By now Syaoran was standing over her, smirking down from his height. "But how wickedly delicious sin is."

Sakura slid back a little in her chair as he bent over her and rested his hands on the arms of the chair. "You know," she said softly, "I'm not sure the door's locked."

He grinned. "A little danger is exciting. You certainly know since you molested me in a public area."

"Nobody was around, it was the dead of the night-"

"Would you like an encore?"

"No." The word came out of her mouth too quickly as he leaned forward, his lips so close to her ear that when he whispered, his breath tickled it.

"Are you as good sober as when you're tipsy, Sakura?"


She was on her lunch break at work when she placed a call to Yelan.

"I was about to go grab a bite to eat but apparently you have something to tell me that can't wait until our next meeting, hm?"

"I'll pay you for the extra minutes."

Yelan chuckled before getting straight to the point. "Have you seen him?"

"Yes."

"And…?"

"Are you as good sober as when you're tipsy, Sakura?"

The next thing she knew, his lips were on hers and she had her fingers tangled up in his hair as his hand slipped from her face slowly, down the side of her torso, and onto her thigh, where it slid up her skirt...

"We've cleared up any and all misunderstandings." About his kinky fetishes, that's what.

"I'm glad to hear that. So I assume that you two are officially a couple?"

Sakura almost laughed out loud. She had asked Syaoran the question, and he looked at her as though she was insane.

"And ruin my flawless reputation for dating respectable women?"

His cheek had earned a nice red mark for that comment.

"Yes, we are officially an item."

"I'm glad to hear it Sakura. Very glad."


So I'm not particularly pleased with how they ended up in bed (ah, the wonders of alcohol) but I really couldn't think of anything better. I even talked with Celestiana about different scenarios but in the end decided this was the most realistic.