Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura does not belong to me. The day Sakura and Syaoron belongs to me, I will be insanely rich, I will support Ranma and Shampoo pairing (which is never in a million years!), my brother would stop annoying me (which is also undoubtly never) and I will be married to Gerrard Butler (sigh….)

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Sakura was on all fours, her eyes darting almost everywhere on the floor. She brushed away a strand of hair that was obstructing her view impatiently. Through the corner of her eye, she could see Syaoron had also imitated her, his eyes searching.

"Found it!"Syaoron yelled triumphantly.

Sakura groaned. Finally. She brushed her hands lightly on her pants and moved to the sink to wash her hands properly. She gave another glare at Syaoron, who shrugged with shameless innocence, half an onion in his hand.

"I told you. The onion has special powers."

"It does not. It flew because you were trying to cut it with a pair of scissors." Sakura huffed. Honestly, how old did he think she is?

"It was slippery?"Syaoron offered hesitantly, another reason for the flying onion.

Sakura nodded amusingly."Much better."

They were currently in the kitchen and Syaoron was trying to help Sakura cook. Note the key word trying. Syaoron had nosed around in the kitchen when he smelled the faint aroma of curry and insisted that he wanted to help. Sakura had everything under control thus her decision to refuse him. She had expected him to go back to the football match playing on the flat screen in the living room but instead he hovered over her. Watching her every move, every drop of salt, every powder of spice, you know the drill.. Sakura wouldn't admit it out loud but it kinda unnerved her, feeling his eyes boring holes at the back of her skull.

Sakura hand over some onions just to get him off her back and thus the Amazing Flying Onion was born. Syaoron had decided to stay out of her way since then and settled down on watching her instead. He found the perfect place to lean on and it happens to be on the counter right in front of Sakura. Sakura ignored him studiously. She took a taste and sighed. She saw Syaoron straightened a bit from across the counter and she went for another spoonful in the simmering pot. She blew on it for a few seconds and offered it to him. Syaoron didn't hesitate and swooped down for a taste. Sakura waited with bated breath for a reaction and he didn't fail her. He hummed with approval.

"Perfect."

They were getting ready for dinner and Sakura had finalized the main course. It had been three days since the ceremony and their vacation would end in another two days. Five days was quite short for a 'honeymoon' period, he supposed but both of them were pretty tied up. Syaoron was working on a new project that would be finalized soon and Sakura was marking her student's monthly test that she was supposed to return as soon as possible. The three days however, were spent in glorious lazing around. Syaoron hadn't had a vacation in what seems to be forever and it had undoubtedly done him good. They had done nothing but talk, eat, watching TV, sleep and it pleased both of them to get to know each other better.

Syaoron had offered to set up the table and somehow his eyes would wander back to Sakura. The ends of her hair were still wet from her shower earlier and it curled softly against her shoulder. She was wearing a baggy T-shirt and a cute black pajama pants with small skull patterns on them. Few people born in a family such as Sakura's knew anything about cooking except for maybe punching a few buttons on the microwave. She had impressed the hell out of him and that says something. The food was damn good too.

Dinner was divine to say the least. Syaoron offered to wash the dishes so that Sakura could finish marking the last of her student's test papers. They were having another movie night tonight and it was Syaoron's turn to pick a movie. He finally dried of his hands and made his way to Sakura's room. He had decided to wait for her in there until she was ready for the movie.

Syaoron knocked on the door and when he heard a 'come in' he twisted the doorknob open. Sakura was sitting at her working table, a pen in her hand, ready to attack unsuspecting wrong sentences. She gave him a smile to acknowledge his presence and went back to her work, stretching slowly to loosen her muscles. Syaoron watched as the fabric of her pajama grew taut over her breast and his eyes narrowed. He approached and stood behind her back, leaning himself lightly to better observe what she's doing. His eyes widened.

"What is that?"

"They're words." Sakura answered bluntly, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"In what language? Ancient Ruins? How old are these students of yours?" Syaoron questioned, only half-joking. The writing was horrible. He could barely tell any of the words apart and as far as he could tell it was only some scratching on a piece of paper.

Sakura's eyed started to dance with mirth. "This is a code that only teacher's understand. Every teacher was taught to communicate with their student this way, you see, and only teachers and students could understand them. It's very hush-hush and top secret."

Syaoron smirked. Since Sakura had become his wife, he had discovered that she was very playful at times and he found it quite amusing. He rolled his eyes heavenward. She was obviously teasing him and he pats her on the head, knowing that it would annoy her.

Sakura glared at him half-heartedly. "You get use to the bad writing when you have been reading them long enough, I supposed."

Satisfied with the answer, Syaoron went to scrutinize her books on the shelf. She had organized it into authors and it was quite an impressive collection. He lightly tapped on one of the books to draw Sakura's attention and raised one of his eyebrows, asking permission to borrow. Sakura smiled in reaction. Permission granted. Her book ranges from romance; thriller and crime-solving. He grabbed one of them and sat on her bed slowly. He leafed through the pages and started reading.

Sakura gave a small yell of triumph and fought to submit to a very well deserve victory dance. Finish at last! No horrible writing, grammar mistakes and spelling mistakes for the next two days. Oh the joy. Sakura turned to Syaoron, who was watching her with a small smile indulgently playing on his lips. Sakura immediately thought of something and shrugged inwardly. It's worth a shot.

"Syaoron, did you remember that some time ago some scientist had used gene technology to produce a square water melon so that cutting it would be so much easier?"

Syaoron furrowed his eyebrows. "I think I have heard of it."

"There was an article in the newspaper today about a huge breakthrough. They had managed to get a brown cow to produce chocolate milk."

Syaoron's eyes widened, he was obviously impressed. "That was amazing."

"I know! And the pink cow produces strawberry flavoured milk and the green cow produces an apple flavoured milk." Sakura's voice was laced with enthusiasm.

Syaoron backpedal immediately. A pink and a green cow?

"Lil' kitten?"

Sakura hummed in acknowledgement. A mischievous smile making their way to her lips.

"Are you messing with me?"

"Yup." And Sakura burst out laughing.

"You should have seen your face. I can't believe you fall for that." Sakura wiped the tears from her eyes and smiled sweetly at Syaoron.

He had stalked towards her when she was laughing and was now standing in front of her. The difference in their height had become more pronounced since she was sitting and it was certainly designed for intimidation. Or so he thought. It was not working. It's obvious from the way Sakura was smiling up oh so angelically at him. He retreated from her room without a word and went in the direction of the living room. Sakura's smile faltered and she winced. Was it too much?

Sakura gingerly made her way to the living room and saw Syaoron jabbing away furiously at his cell phone. He was sitting on the sofa in front of the TV and Sakura made her way to sit beside him.

"Quit sulking, you big oaf." She nudged his ribs.

"Men do not sulk. We brood." He looked genuinely horrified of the idea and she had to fight another laughter from bubbling up. The great Syaoron, business tycoon, undeniably good looking, was sulking because his wife had teased him. The gossip column was going to have a field day when they caught a whiff of this.

He thrust his phone into her hands.

"The touch screen's not working." He jabbed the screen of the phone a couple of times to prove his point.

Sakura examined the phone and gently tap the screen. Nothing happened. Sakura fumbled around with it for a few more minutes and handed it back to Syaoron.

"I guess you have to buy a new one."

She was surprised when she saw him grinning from ear to ear. Syaoron could practically see the wheels in her head turning furiously as he played absently with his perfectly working phone.

"The phone is not a touch screen phone, is it?" Sakura breathed out.

Syaoron nodded in affirmative, the smile didn't leave his lips.

"I was poking at it…I must have looked like an idiot...Good one!" She gasped; appreciation evidence in her eyes.

"Thanks."Syaoron replied smugly, reveling in her laughter.

Sakura transferred her gaze to the TV's screen and immediately sighed. What is it with men and sports? Her eyes roamed around her to try and locate the remote and found it in Syaoron's hand, on the farther side. She leaned lightly on him so that she could reach it only to have it moving farther away from her grasp. Sakura glared at her tormentor.

"Oh, come on. This is a re-run of last night's play." Sakura groaned.

"He who controls the remote controls the universe. What makes you think I'll give you the reign of the universe so easily, hmm?" Syaoron said, dramatizing the situation.

"I'll get the snacks for tonight's movie and I'll share some of my Baskin Robbin's ice-cream with you?" Sakura negotiates, referring to their movie night that had started from their day one as husband and wife.

"Tempting." Syaoron made a show of scratching his chin in consideration.

"The offer only last for five, four, three…" Sakura begins her countdown, only to be shoved with the remote in Syaoron's haste to give it to her.

Sakura smiled slyly. "You had totally fallen in love with my ice-cream."

"Our ice-cream."Syaoron corrected.

"Our ice-cream." Sakura agreed.

True to her word, Sakura had brought out all the snacks for the movie which includes some popcorn, chocolate and sodas. She set all of it on the snack table for easy access while Syaoron had inserted a movie in the player. She turned off the lights when the movie started so that she could walk back to the couch without any mishap, letting the light from the TV screen guides her. She liked watching movies in the dark for some reasons and apparently Syaoron didn't mind either.

"What are we watching?" Sakura asked curiously once she was seated safely on the couch.

"Robin Hood. It was supposed to be good." Syaoron took a seat beside her.

They watched silently as the scene from a Crusade raged in the screen in front of them.

"Syaoron." Sakura whispered, almost afraid that any unwanted noises would break the atmosphere.

"Hmm?" Syaoron's tone was low, he leaned closer to her so that he could capture her every word.

"Have you decided on a birthday present?"

"Yes."

Sakura turned to face him, the light from the TV dances on his face, caressing his jaw unconsciously. He didn't elaborate for quite some time so Sakura nudged the side of his head with hers gently. Her hands currently full, with chocolates on one hand and a bottle of soda in the other. He turned to face her at the contact and Sakura immediately noticed how close they were.

His amber eyes narrowed when he saw their proximity and darkened to molten gold when his gaze fell on her lips. He looked deliciously predatory and her instincts flared to life. Part of her wanted to succumb to her desire, to just lean closer and let him do whatever the hell he wanted to do with her but her sensible part was screaming for her to get away.

He had been like a friend to her since the day they met but he never lets her forget that he wanted her. He had never voice it vocally of course, but it's still there. It was in the subtle change of color of his eyes, his appreciative smile and his accidental brushes when he passed by her which would never fail to make her blush. Nevertheless, she decided to listen to her sensible side. She broke their eye contact and inched away from him. She pretended to be engrossed in the movie, hoping the dimly lit room would hide her blush. What's wrong with her? Stupid hormones. Sakura grumbled under her breath.

"I want a kiss."

Sakura turned her head so fast she almost got a crick in her neck. Surely he didn't say that he wanted a ki..

Syaoron nodded firmly, once again his gaze settled on her luscious lips.

"A kiss from you."

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