"He abruptly left her lips and took off his shirt, throwing it to the floor. Her neck was his new target, but not for long. His hands, which had been squeezing her thighs, were now sliding up her sides. The sound of her breath on his ear slowly feeding his desire.
He grabbed her right breast and began caressing it with need, while his mouth took care of the other one.
She let her head fall to the left breathing heavily, her fingers wandering through his hair.
When his lips and hands abandoned her breasts, a sigh of disappointment reached his ears, but he only smirked at that.
His hands were now back on her thighs, touching them, feeling them, while he placed slow kisses on her belly.
She could feel his finger sliding on the inside of her thighs, then playing with her wetness. A low moan escaped from her throat.
And then her eyes shot wide open as her hips bucked up a little, in reaction to his soft tongue licking her opening.
She wanted to speak; to stop him; but words wouldn't come out.
Her breathing became short and more moans followed, as she clutched the sheets with her hands.
- Syao…!"

Gasping, Sakura sat on her bed with a racing heart and blushing cheeks.
"- Was that…another memory?"
That was all she could think. She kept replaying it inside her head.
Tired, and being the middle of the night, she laid again.
She couldn't help but to slide a hand down her body, reaching the inside of her underwear.

Everything seemed too loud; the cars, the students, even her own steps.
"- I should've stayed home today…" – thought Sakura, reaching the second floor and turning the corner to enter a hall full of talking students.
She walked near the wall, trying to avoid human contact, but then she spotted the last person she wanted to see that day: Syaoran.
It didn't seem he had seen her, so she risked and went on her way.
Right when she thought she was out of danger, she bumped into someone, which made Syaoran look behind to see what had happened.
- I'm so sorry…
- It's fine, just look where you're going. – the student replied, going on his way.
She sighed; it definitely wasn't her day.
- 'Morning.
That voice sent a shiver through her spine, stiffening her body.
He stopped in front of her, staring at her noticing that something wasn't right about her.
- Are you okay?
- Y-yea! Fine! – she answered maybe too enthusiastically.
Squinting his eyes, he gave her a look that said he wasn't buying it.
- S-See you around, okay? – she said, trying to walk away but having her wrist carefully held by him.
-There's still time before classes start. – he stated simply.

They were now in a quiet, dimly lit room, somewhere where students and professors stored all things, from paper to old projects.
Syaoran stood in front of her, his arms crossed over his chest, while she was clearly avoiding looking at him.
- So, are you going to talk?
The colour on her cheeks became more evident, apart from that, she didn't move one inch.
His arms fell to his sides in a giving up attitude and he took a step towards her.
- Sakura…- he began softly. – Please talk to me…
She bit her lip at his request and gave him a glance.
- I…I had another dream…
- Really? – he asked anxiously.
- Yes…
- Well, what was it about?
She hid her face with her hands, her cheeks getting redder.
- Oy…- he said furrowing his eyebrows, but quickly realizing what the problem probably was. – Hm… sex again?
She nodded her head strongly and he smiled tenderly at her embarrassment.
- It's okay, you know? I might be a stranger to you now…but, we used to be in love and that includes feeling your body burning, wanting, needing that person's body close to yours and there's nothing wrong with that…- he said, looking at the floor.
Her fingers split, allowing her to see him and slowly, her hands fell from her face.
- You're not a stranger… - she said shyly.
A little surprised, he lifted his head to look at her.
- At the very least, we're friends…right? – she asked, in the same tone, her cheeks still colored.
- Right. – he agreed with a soft smile on his face.
After a few seconds of locked stares, he blinked and tilted his head to the side.
- But…you had dreamed of us being intimate before…so what made you be so ashamed?
The blush on her face intensified again and she looked away.
- Hm…it wasn't…regular…sex.
His eyebrows went up a bit.
- Was it…in the shower?
- W-what? No!
- Kitchen table?
- No! – she cut him off, getting redder and redder.
- Then what?
She sucked her lower lip while clutching her skirt with her hands.
- You…hm…you were kissing me down there…- she said, finally giving up.
He blinked again and then chuckled, causing her to blush heavily again.
- So that was your problem.
- Of course that was my problem! – she said ashamed.
There was a small silence, in which he swallowed, remembering those intimate moments.
And then he noticed something right below her neck.
- You're wearing it.
She didn't seem to understand what he was referring to, but seeing where he was looking at, she took her hand to grab the tiny star with her fingertips.
- Oh…yea…- she said. – I told you I liked it…
He smiled at her and then lowered his head a bit.
- Does it…bother you? – he began, looking at the floor. – Having these dreams?
Her eyes opened wider at his question and her lips parted.
- Hm…no, it doesn't…But it's embarrassing…
A faint smile formed on his lips.
- I guess we better head to our classes or we'll miss them.

It didn't rain the next few days. The sun was out and it seemed a lot like early spring.
No matter how much he said he wasn't trying to win her back, in a way, he was.
It was hard to be with her and not kiss her, but it was harder not having her around.
Not seeing her smile or blush; not feeling her presence or her scent; not hearing her voice.
So he did things that were a bit out of character for him, like inviting her to do things together; a bit date-like.
She never said no, though and she always seemed to be enjoying it.

Syaoran had just left his classroom, sighing from fatigue and hoping to see her.
When on the outside, he leaned his back against the building and lit a cigarette.
- Hi…is there any chance that you'd give me one? - said a girl, approaching him.
He gave her a look and exhaled the smoke.
- Why would I?
The girl seemed to be surprised by his answer.
- Uh…well, it would be really nice of you-
- I'm not nice.
- Okay, but it wouldn't hurt either, right? – she asked, getting closer.
- There's a shop across the street, so you can go buy some. – he said, taking a drag.
- Fine. I don't want it anymore. How about you buy me a drink?
He chuckled.
A few meters away, close to the entrance of the building, Sakura watched them.
Something was stirring up in her stomach.
Trying to get rid of that girl, he stepped forward and headed to the entrance.
As soon as he set eyes on Sakura, she ran inside.
- Oy! Sakura! – he called, dropping his cigarette on the floor and going after her.
The girl was left behind perplexed.
He ran up the stairs after her, flight after flight.
"- God damn, she's fast!"
Reaching the last floor, she faced the locked door to the roof top and turned around, just to see a panting Syaoran, bracing himself with one hand on the handrail.
Her eyes widened and she swallowed.
"- Why did I just do that?! Why did I run?!"
It didn't make any sense to her now, but in that moment she felt like doing it; running from him.
- Sakura…- he began, still panting. – Please, please…don't run…
Listening to his plea, her knees slowly gave in and she sat on them.
He followed her example and sat on the stairs, back against the rail.
- What the hell was that for? – he asked, his breathing stabilizing.
When she didn't reply, he turned his head to look at her. She was looking down.
- Hey…- he said, reaching his hand to her.
She still didn't look at him. He then crawled up to her and lifted her head.
- What was that about, hm? – he asked softly.
She leaned in, her face meeting his collarbone and surprising him.
- I…I don't know. – she began, her voice low. - I honestly don't know…
His left hand went to the back of her head, caressing her.
- So, you just felt like running from me?
He didn't get an answer.
- Did I do something wrong?
He felt her shake her head slowly against his chest.
- What happened then…?
His scent and his warmth were so familiar, so comforting. She got closer, wrapping her arms around him, her hands pressing on his back.
Again, he was surprised, but happy. He couldn't put into words how good it felt to have her body pressed against his.
- I'm so confused…- she confessed, her voice was low. – I have feelings that…I can't explain and I don't understand…
Without a thought, he placed a long kiss at the top of her head, making her feel warm.
The hug got tighter and his lips parted from her hair.
- I understand.
She sucked in her lower lip for a second and inhaled his scent one more time.
- Do you…? – she asked. – That's nice…at least one of us understands what is going on…
He kept silent.
- I...I guess I didn't like…seeing that girl…near you…- she confessed, her cheeks getting a light shade of pink.
His eyes widened a bit.
"- Jealousy? She's jealous?"
His fingers ran on her head, lovingly, on repeat.
- I don't know who she is, you know. She was just asking me for a cigarette.
- I see…
- And…even if I knew who she was, it wouldn't matter, would it?
She didn't answer.
- You don't remember about us, but…the way I feel about you is…strong, so I really can't feel attracted to anyone else. – he chuckled.
The blush on her cheeks intensified and she pulled back a little, lifting her head to look at him.
Those deep brown eyes were so loving and enveloping.
She didn't notice when her face began approaching his, nor when her lips closed around his in a tender kiss.
Only the vibration of her phone made her wake up from that moment.
Her eyes widened and she jumped back, looking at a surprised and disappointed Syaoran.
- I-I'm sorry…I…don't know how that happened…- she tried to explain, her mind trying to understand what was going on with her.
He forced a light smile and stood up.
- Don't worry about it. You better answer that call.
The word on the phone read "Home".
When she looked back at him, he was already stepping down the stairs.
"- He's hurt…"

That morning, the sky was lined with grey clouds. There wasn't a single glimpse of the sun.
Sakura sat on her bed, feet on the ground, her eyes feeling heavy, much like her heart.
After coming from the bathroom, she looked at the calendar in her room.
March 14th.
With a heavy sigh, she sat again on her bed and lied down, hiding under the covers.

- H-Hey, Li! Wait up! – called Tomoyo, making a run to his car.
He looked back and stopped.
- Hi.
- Have you seen Sakura today?
- I can't say I have…
- I haven't seen her all day. I tried to call her, but she doesn't answer. I'm starting to get worried…
- Maybe she needed to rest and her phone is on mute. She did have that habit…

The first one, the second one and now the third, too.
All showed her the same results. Two pink lines.
She threw it in the garbage can and took her right hand to her mouth to supress a cry.

Syaoran was lying on his couch, reading a book – even though he had to re-read the same sentence five times, because his mind was somewhere else – when he heard a key in the door.
He quickly stood up, heading to the hall and leaving the book behind.
There he saw her closing the door.
- Sakura…- he muttered perplexed.
She turned around, pale with lilac circles under her eyes and a despondent posture.
- Hi…There was a 'new' key in my keychain, so I thought that it probably belonged to your door…but I guess I should've knocked. – she said, her voice lacking the usual cheerfulness.
He took a couple steps towards her.
- I-it's fine. – he said. – Are you okay? You don't look like it…Tomoyo has been worried about you.
He saw her lower her head.
- I can imagine…I ignored all her calls…
- Why? What's wrong? – he said, his voice showing that he, too, was worried.
There was a small silence, in which she walked past him, putting down her bag on the couch and leaning on the back of it. He followed her.
- You know…After the fall, it didn't came….- she began, her eyes set on the floor. – But I thought that it was probably my body still adjusting to the accident and all. In February, I still blamed the fall…but…for the third month in a row…
He listened attentively, starting to connect the dots on his own.
- All the tests were positive. All of them…
He swallowed, not being able to find any words.
- I'm pregnant…- she said, her voice breaking a little.
Syaoran blinked several times, taking both of his hands to cover the lower part of his face, then running them up to his hair. He felt a certain dizziness and took a step back, trying to recover some balance.
- S-Sakura…
She lifted her head on his call, her eyes slightly teary.
- Sakura…- he said again softly, going up to her. – It's my fault…it's all my fault. I was so damn careless! I didn't even think about it!
There was anger and regret in his voice.
- I…I'm not blaming you…at all…but I'm lost…- she confessed, her voice and her eyes so sincere, it hurt to see. – What do I do now…?
He wrapped her with his arms, caressing her head.
- We. You are not alone in this…
She clutched his shirt with her hands and suppressed a sob.
- I can't remember anything about us! I can't even remember how I got pregnant! I hate this! – she shouted against his chest.
His teeth clenched and he swallowed.
- Why did I have to be so damn clumsy and fall down the stairs?! It's ridiculous! Who does that?!
She poured everything out while his hand felt the softness of her hair.
It hurt him deeply, to hear her cry like that. It hurt to know she was in pain; and it hurt to be reminded that she didn't remember anything about them.
After a while like that, she got tired of crying and her throat hurt.
- You want to know why it has been so confusing to me…? – she asked, her voice noticeable tired and husky.
He didn't say anything. His own face had been silently washed with tears.
- It's because…what I felt for you…never disappeared. It stayed. – she stated.
His eyes widened a little, allowing a few last drops to fall.
- It drove me crazy! I didn't remember you, but…every time I saw you, I'd feel my heart racing and my stomach stirring up and my body would feel all warm…- she continued. – And I didn't understand…especially when I felt the urge to touch you or hug you…or kiss you…
His teeth clenched and he pushed her back gently, looking at her.
- I know I've caused you pain…but believe me…it's not easy being in love with someone you don't know…- she confessed, her voice breaking.
He leaned his forehead to hers and a few more tears fell.
- I knew you were in pain, Sakura…I always knew…but, what could I do…?
Her hands cupped his face.
- You did everything right…
- …I did?
- Yes…- she confirmed, whispering.
He closed his eyes, assimilating everything.

The next morning, Sakura woke up in a bed that wasn't hers.
As she sat and her eyes got used to the light, she recognized that specific scent that she liked so much.
Walking to the living room, she noticed a note on the kitchen table.
"There's fresh bread. Feel yourself at home.
I'll be back at 4."
Her fingers touched the paper. Even his handwriting was attractive.
With a faint smile, she blushed at the thought.

As he put the key into the door, he realized he was scared.
Scared that she was gone.
Walking in, he didn't hear anything at first, making his fear grow.
- Hi…
That almost made him jump.
- Why were so quiet? Jeez... – he asked, looking at her.
- Sorry…- she apologized sincerely, showing him a book.
He went around the couch and sat on it, as soon as she shrugged her legs.
Their eyes met and she blushed lightly, also smiling a bit, which made him happy.
- How are you feeling?
- Fine. I guess I'm one of those lucky women who don't have the typical pregnancy symptoms…
- Your belly is still the same as before, but what about sickness and tiredness?
- I feel a little more sleepy than usual, other than that I'm fine…
- Good. – he said, showing her a smile.
She lowered her head.
- How are we going to do this…Syaoran? – she asked, her voiced showing how worried she was. – How am I going to tell my family? My friends…? What am I going to do about college?
Her knees went higher and she hid her face on them.
Syaoran got closer and his hands rested on her arms, trying to comfort her.
- Hey…we're going to be okay…- he tried to reassure her. – This is my last year. I'll find a good job, so I can support us…
- What…? –she asked lifting her face to look at him. – I can't put everything on your back Syaoran!
- It's fine…and it won't always be like that. As soon as things are stable, you can go back and finish college and get a job doing what you like… - he said, caringly.
- What if things go wrong…? – she asked, her voice losing its strength.
He sighed at her pessimism.
- IF things go wrong, I'm sure my parents will help us. Even though I want to avoid that, but if it comes to that…
- Your parents…? – she asked, not understanding.
- Oh…right. – he said, realizing she couldn't remember them. – Long story short, money won't be an issue, okay? The baby will have a comfortable life, no matter what.
Sakura slowly lowered her head, relaxing her legs between him and the couch, getting closer to hug him.
- It's not just that…
- I know…- he replied, caressing her head.
- What about us…? – she asked timidly.
In truth, in that area, he felt as lost and confused as her.
If it depended on him, they would be together as couple and they would be a family.
- We'll do as you wish. – he replied simply.
Surprised by his answer, she pulled away to look at him.
- What do you mean?
- I mean, that whatever you decide, I'm okay with that.
Despite the faint smile on his lips, she could see the pain in his eyes and it hurt her too.
- You would be okay if I decided to…not be with you? – she asked not believing what he had just said.
He sighed.
- If that would make you comfortable and happy, yes.
She took her right hand to touch his face.
- It wouldn't. – she replied, slightly tilting her head to the side with a weak smile.
There was a tiny spark in his eyes.
- So…what then?
- Well, the only other option is for us to be a couple…right? – she said softly. – Do you want to give it a try…?
Before she could say anything else, his arms hugged her so tightly she thought he would crush her.
The hug grew loose and when they faced each other, there were soft smiles on their faces.
In a moment of weakness, Syaoran leaned his forehead to hers and his nose touched hers, while his eyes shut half away.
She knew he meant to kiss her; that he wanted to. And could she blame him? He had been in love with her, even created a new life with her and had been forced to refrain himself from those kinds of privileges. It must've hurt him deeply.
Cutting the remaining distance, her lips met his, sending a shiver through her spine. She wanted it too. The movement of his lips on hers; between hers, cleared her head.
Everything was gone.
None of them noticed when her back lost its strength and fell back, and how his body followed because their lips wouldn't unlock.
It wasn't about desire; it wasn't about flesh. He was simply happy that he could feel her lips again without freaking her out.
Feeling a bit out of breath, she broke the kiss.
She was surprised to see the position they were in, since she wasn't aware.
He smiled lovingly, caressing her blushing cheek, admiring her green eyes.
- Thank you.
Her eyes widened at his words.
- W-what for?
- For everything, I guess.
- Uh? – she seemed confused.
He sighed, still smiling and pulled away from her, sitting on the couch.

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