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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Catalogues upon catalogues were strewn wide open across the table as Syaoron ate his breakfast. He watched amusingly as Sakura chattered about some yacht that she thought would be perfect for him. The said yacht was no doubt impressive as Sakura listed all its special features and Syaoron listened attentively.

"So, what do you think?" Sakura asked breathlessly. Please for all things holy, let this be it.

"No." Syaoron grinned.

"Oh come on, Syaoron." Sakura groaned.

So far she had offered to buy him a Rolex, a car and a yacht and he wasn't even tempted.

"I have told you what I want for my birthday Sakura and I won't accept any other than what I want." Syaoron replied, finishing the last of his eggs.

He grabbed his briefcase and was prepared to leave for his office, only to find Sakura barring his way. Her eyes were sparkling rebelliously and Syaoron fought the urge to laugh. Her actions were quite understandable, she was panicking. His birthday was tomorrow and her attempts to offer him something else as a birthday present was not fruitful.

"As much as I love to be held hostage in the apartment by my wife, don't you have work to go to?" Syaoron asked teasingly.

Sakura eyes wander to the clock hesitantly but she stood her ground. Syaoron knew he could out-wait her. He was his own boss but for Sakura, it was a different matter all together. He dropped his briefcase and grabbed her arms gently. He pulled her towards him slowly and stops when he's sure he was invading her personal space. He did kept a small distance between them so that she won't be cross-eyed when she tried to look at his face though. See how considerate he could be when he wanted to? He grinned inwardly.

He leaned so that his forehead touches hers, keeping his gaze on her eyes.

"Sakura." he murmured tenderly, he couldn't resist placing a soft kiss between her brows.

Sakura melted, or that's what it felt like. She felt like a puddle on the floor that someone would eventually come and clean her away. What are they talking about again? Her legs felt strangely jelly-like at the moment and she gripped his arm so that she could support herself. She could feel her face heating up when she saw Syaoron smiled. That man knew what he was doing to her and he was enjoying every second of it!

"Think of it like this. You owe me a proper wedding kiss, a birthday present and a favor." He trailed of when he saw her confused look.

"Wife, did you forget about the separate bedroom condition?" Syaoron purred.

"No husband. I didn't forget." Sakura huffed. A tingle went through her when Syaoron had called her 'wife'.

"It's done then. Come on. I'll drive you to school." Syaoron offered.

"That's okay. Your office was on the other side of the city. You have to get out of your way to drop me off. Besides, you have a meeting today."Sakura reminded.

Sakura picked up and handed his forgotten briefcase, encouraging him to hurry.

"Okay. See you tonight."

Sakura nodded and smiled weakly. Again, Syaoron pulled her close. He held her chin and tilted her head upwards, Sakura's eyes widened in surprise. He rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip slowly and Sakura's eyes drifted shut from the contact. It took Syaoron all his strength to keep his desire in check; he tilted her head to the side, kissed her cheek and reluctantly let her go.

Sakura stood in the hall way, watching dazedly as Syaoron gave her a small wink and walked out the door. The clock ticking was the only sound in the now silent apartment. She blinked and looked at the clock. Nonononono! She's late!

Chiharu eyed Sakura carefully. She looked uncharacteristically…dazed. Sakura was looking at nothing in particular and her gaze was vacant as if her mind was a thousand miles away. Sakura had been her friend ever since she started working there and Sakura had been very helpful in helping her adjust to her new working environment since day one. She owed her for that. But this Sakura was in a mood that she had never seen her wear before, so she was quite hesitant on how to proceed.

Chiharu took a seat opposite of Sakura but Sakura didn't even blink, much less acknowledge her with the usual, chirpy 'good morning'. Chiharu tried to wave her hand vigorously just a couple inches away from Sakura's face, only to be met with the same vacant stare.

"Quit it, Sakura. You're scaring me!"Chiharu whimpered.

Sakura immediately snapped out of her trance upon hearing Chiharu's voice.

"Good morning, Chiharu." Sakura was even unaware that she was giving her a belated greeting.

"What's going on Sakura? You looked.."Chiharu desperately searched for another word besides crazy "..preoccupied." she finished lamely.

To her surprise Sakura started to blush a deep red before starting to stutter incoherent sentences.

"Whoa..whoa..Sakura! Breathe..It's just me." Chiharu calmed her obviously distressed friend.

Sakura gave her a grateful smile before slumping in her chair and groaned.

"Trouble in paradise?" Chiharu teased.

"You could say that." Sakura moaned, her hands covering her blushing face.

"Yeah, I'd recognized that day-dreaming face anywhere. It's the same face my friends and female students share when they're thinking about the opposite sex." Chiharu laughed.

Sakura stared at her wide-eyed. Is she actually that transparent?

"Whatever it is, I'm sure it will be okay. You can overcome anything Sakura!" Chiharu patted her hand reassuringly and went off to her next class.

Sakura watched her friend walked away. Chiharu had married a fellow teacher, Takashi Yamazaki about two year ago and she had been deliriously happy ever since. They even had a baby girl, Chika. She was a twelve month-super cute baby with the most adorable laugh and Sakura is her godmother. She was dotted by both her godmother and parents and she loved the attention. Sakura gaze at Chika's picture on the top of Chiharu's table. She's going to have to visit Chika soon, Sakura mused, she didn't want to neglect her responsibility as a godmother now, would she?

Sakura gathered her things and also made her way to her next class, less dazed this time. Chika's right. She's a Kinomoto and she wasn't going to be flustered just because her husband demanded a kiss for a birthday present. She was made of sterner stuff than that. It's just a kiss right? Yeah. Just one little kiss. Syaoron seemed hell-bent on getting his way this time and there seems to be no way around it.

Sakura really, really wanted Syaoron to have a good birthday and he wants a kiss for his birthday present. It is within her power to give it to him so it shouldn't be a problem, right? Sakura bit her bottom lip. She tried to summon disgruntlement but to her surprise there was none. She was baffled. Did she secretly want Syaoron to kiss her? That leads her to other questions. What does Syaoron taste like? Would his lips feel soft or firm? How good of a kisser is he? Chiharu found Sakura after working hour's looking far more dazed than when she left.

"Why are you in such a good mood?" Eriol asked suspiciously.

"Nothing." Syaoron whistled louder.

"Seriously, what's going on? It's rare to see you like this. Is there some sort of contract that we have secured that I don't know about?"

"No." Syaoron's smile widened.

Eriol's eyes narrowed.

"I'm tempted to call the mental hospital, Syaoron." Eriol threatened, only half joking.

"Didn't I pay you for something? Get to work." Syaoron said.

Eriol grumbled something under his breath when he walked out and Syaoron chose to ignore him. He had dreamt about kissing Sakura in his more innocent dreams and his birthday had provided him the perfect excuse. He was tempted to just grabbed her and cover her luscious lips with his countless of times. Only his iron-clad discipline prevented him from doing exactly that. He didn't want Sakura to close up on him because he had grabbed and kissed her once, he had enjoyed their easy banter too much for that.

When he finally kissed her, he wanted her willing, responding, kissing him back. Syaoron groaned. He could see some of the workers already packing up their things, ready to leave. A knock was heard and when Syaoron gave the 'come in', his secretary, Jade, appeared.

"Sir, your last appointment for today is here." Jade announced.

Syaoron eyebrows furrowed. He didn't remember anything about an appointment today. His frown disappeared, replaced by a look of pure astonishment. Sakura walked in, a small smile on her lips. Syaoron grinned, sidestepping around his table and approached her. Jade was still there apparently, her eyes shifted from her boss to the mysterious lady.

She had never seen the beautiful woman before, but her boss obviously had. It's not every day her boss gets a visitor as lovely as this one and it's evident that she's not here for business considering her lack of brief case. When the woman who had introduced herself as Sakura walked in, the whole bustling office had steadily lowered their voices until it was as quiet as a graveyard. The woman take it all in stride, her steps didn't even falter when she approached Jade's table.

"My name's Sakura. I had an appointment with..your boss?" It's too weird to address Syaoron as Mr. Li.

Jade gaped for a few seconds before her professionalism comes back. "Yes. Of course. Come with me."

"Well, this is a surprise." Syaoron's voice snapped Jade back into the present.

Sakura's smile widened demurely. Syaoron suddenly realized that his secretary was still there and heaved a sigh. An introduction was proper of course, to prevent the wild fire of gossip from catching in the office. He held Sakura's hand, intertwining their fingers.

"Jade, this is my wife, Sakura."

Jade's eyes twinkled and she excused herself, anxious to share the piece of information to the whole office, no doubt. Sakura laughed, guessing correctly what was going on. Sakura could understand their curiosity, both of the family agreed to only invite close friends and relatives and some of Syaoron's staff had to be left out. Some didn't even know what she looked like.

"I figure you are finished for the evening. Wanna get some pizza?"

Syaoron grinned. "Yeah, I was just getting hungry. Come on."

Syaoron brought her hand up to his lips and placed a playful kiss on the center of her palm. Before Sakura could react, he practically dragged Sakura out of his office, grinning when his staff gaped at them. Sakura blushed when she overheard one of the staff commented that they made a striking couple, Syaoron grinned smugly in reaction.

They went for dinner and they talked about nothing in particular for hours and then they went home. Syaoron seemed laid back and Sakura followed suit. His blasé attitude helped tremendously with her nerves. It was nearly midnight and Sakura wanted to be the first to wish him a happy birthday.

Sakura knocked on Syaoron's door hesitantly.

"Are you decent?"

"Yeah. Come in." Syaoron drawled.

He had loose gray pants and a simple blue t-shirt on. He looked gorgeous. There was a small towel on his head and Sakura realized that his hair was still dripping wet, he just finished with his shower, she realized. Syaoron grinned almost boyishly and crooked his fingers at her, motioning her to come closer. Sakura walked until she was in front of him and stopped, watching him curiously.

"Do you mind helping me with this?" He asked, his hands motioning to his hair as he handed her the towel.

Sakura took the towel and started drying his hair. Syaoron linked his hands loosely on her back so that they would be in a more comfortable position. His eyes had drifted shut and Sakura thought he didn't even notice what he had done and chose to ignore it. His hair felt soft under her fingers and she liked it. Somehow, she felt comfortable with him, at this moment, just like this, in his arms, with her drying his hair. It was a fanciful notion and Sakura brushed it away. The clock strike twelve, the stroke of midnight, it was a new day. It was also Syaoron's birthday.

Syaoron opened his eyes almost lazily, a smile on his lips.

"Can I get my birthday present now?"

Sakura's mouth went dry, so she did what anyone would do in her position. She dropped the towel on the floor and nodded.

Syaoron circled her waist with his arm and pulled her closer. She tilted her head, his warm breath brushed against her face and her eyes drifted shut. Syaoron lowered his head, giving her plenty of time to pull away. She didn't. His lips touched hers and damn, it felt good. Her lips were as soft and as warm in his dreams. She tasted like heaven though. He nibbled at her bottom lip, sucking them into his own. Sakura whimpered. Syaoron was an excellent kisser. He kissed her like he had all the time in the world, his tongue slid leisurely against her lips tasting her, tracing the trembling line of her lips, asking for entrance and she let him.

Syaoron wasted no time and thrust into the warmth of her mouth. Sakura's arms wound up around his neck, pulling him closer, tugging on his hair to encourage him. He explored her mouth, inviting her to come home and Sakura obliged, timidly at first. Soon enough, her tongue was battling with Syaoron's in a battle for dominance. They kissed until all the teasing melts down and the only thing left was need.

They parted to come up for air and Syaoron noted that Sakura's breathing was as heavy as his own, if not more. He was arrogantly pleased by that.

"Sakura." He muttered against her ear.

Sakura rubbed her face against his shoulder, everything seems strangely hazy. Her hair tickled his nose and he tightened her hold on her waist, pulling her closer against his.

"Sakura, I want another kiss. One's not enough. You tasted so good." Syaoron whispered and pressed his lips against hers again.

He didn't wait for permission this time. He couldn't get enough of her. Sakura actually pulled him closer rather than pushed him away which was a good sign and Syaoron groaned to show his approval. She kissed him like she never kissed another man, learning his taste. His kisses made her head spin, in a good way of course. Syaoron loved the small noises she made at the back of her throat when he kissed her.

"More." Sakura muttered and pulled his head down so that she could meet his lips again.

Syaoron happily obliged her, his hand tangling in her hair. He angled her head so that he could have better access and literally kiss the breath out of her. They parted. Sakura's lips were swollen with his kisses and Syaoron was arrogantly pleased that he had put his mark on her. Her eyes were clouded with passion and he knew it mirrored his own. He stroked her cheek tenderly and held her against him, willing their heartbeats to slow down.

"Now, wish me a happy birthday, Sakura." Syaoron whispered huskily.

Sakura sighed and obliged. "Happy birthday, Syaoron."

Syaoron closed his eyes, simply enjoying the warmth her body provided. Syaoron groaned silently when he realized he probably need another shower. Preferably a very long and cold one.

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