Disclaimer: Card Captor Sakura does not belong to me. The day they do, my professors would stop giving me assignments and tests, Johnny Depp would step in front of my door and professs his undying love for me and a flying purple monkey will zoom around the city.

Please accept my heartfelt apology for not updating for so long. Your pm's and reviews kept bugging me to write another chapter and I did. Only slower.. Life kept getting in my way and the finals is approaching. All these are excuses, I know. So I give you this chapter as a peace offering. Enjoy and don't forget to leave me a review.


Sakura blinked her eyes, trying to clear her vision. She was still groggy from the medicine Tomoyo had practically shoved down her throat and the fact that the medicine was unbearably bitter didn't help one bit. Sakura gingerly sat on her bed, waiting for the sleepiness to wear off.

She was feeling much better and had 'told' Tomoyo that. Very loudly. She had done nothing but sleep since she got back and while she agreed that her body had needed it both physically and magically, she was still not happy from the pounding headache she got every time she woke up. Sakura groaned, just for the sake of voicing her displeasure.

She was currently confined to her bed and pushed away her stifling blanket a bit roughly. 'But not for long.' Sakura determined. She bit her lower lip, her eyebrows furrowed in thought. Tomoyo had assured her exasperatedly, multiple times a day that Syaoran was doing increasingly well. But the fact that Syaoran was still unconscious worried her a bit. She was not allowed to have visitors thus Tomoyo became her main source of news and entertainment. Through her she knew that everyone, at least the ones she knows were alive if not unhurt.

Her thoughts immediately returned to her still unconscious husband. The idiotic man had lost control over his powers and had single-handedly annihilated their enemies according to Tomoyo. She knew he was powerful, she was not surprised. Okay, maybe she was but only a little bit.

They were placed in the same room to heal. Sakura had demanded to be taken to another room, farthest from Syaoran's to be exact, the first time she woke up screaming. Her nightmares were always the same. Blinding pain, red, followed quickly by black and the thick stench of blood. Syaoran had needed the quiet and peace and she didn't want him to be disturbed every time she was startled awake from her restless dreams. His much needed rest was much important than her urge to be near him.

Sakura clenched her fist, staring at them without really registering what she was doing. She had admitted to herself several days ago that she misses him and was wondering if he felt the same way, if he wasn't currently unconscious of course. Sakura groaned into her hands, she was having too much time to herself if these thoughts kept popping into her head.

Her musings were interrupted when she heard a knock on her door. Tomoyo must have decided that she could accept visitors, Sakura concluded when Touya came into view. But when he glanced around the room warily, Sakura broke into a grin. Or her brother had decided to ignore doctor's orders to let her rest quietly and come visit anyway.

Touya sighed quietly when he saw her alone and well. She seemed much better now and the color had come back to her face was a relief. He returned her grin with one of his own before settling beside her. Sakura leaned her head against her brother's back, just to make sure that he is really there. Safe and sound. Alive, unharmed by the war. They enjoyed the comfortable silence for a while when a thought crossed her mind.

"Damion?"

Touya scoffed. "The coward killed himself when he heard we were coming."

Sakura sighed, shutting her eyes. "Thurgor?"

"Dead. I killed him." Touya muttered softly.

"He had it coming." Sakura whispered. "It's finally over?"

Sakura felt Touya's nod and she felt an unknown burden lifted from her. She wrapped her arms loosely against his torso. She felt like a kid again, borrowing comfort from her brother and she gently buried her face against his back.

"I want to see mother and father." Tears pooled in her eyes.

"Relax. They are here. They arrived yesterday." Touya soothed softly.

That was a pleasant surprise and Sakura tightened her hold slightly. "I want to see them, Touya."

Touya couldn't deny her. Not when she had sounded so vulnerable. He knew she would need to rest but his parents were also restless with worry and he could see that it's beginning to take their toll on them.

"I will bring them here. Give me a few minutes."

Touya was as good as his words. Her parents had rushed through her side, hugs and kisses were exchanged. Sakura started to bawl a few seconds later, not really knowing why and her mother joined her almost immediately while the two men looked away uncomfortably from the weeping women causing Sakura to giggle despite the tears streaming down her cheeks.

They talked like they hadn't spoken with each other for ages. They talked about everything and nothing. Her health, their health, everybody's health, the country, even the weather was not spared. Sakura knew that her parents had missed her as much as she missed them. Her parents say their goodbyes almost reluctantly when they caught her yawning a couple of times.

She was feeling obnoxiously tired again. Touya glanced towards the door, making sure their parents weren't in hearing distance. He dropped a kiss on Sakura's head and started chuckling. Sakura pouted, not in the mood of his games. Once he was sure their parents had left the room he whispered softly in Sakura's ear, winked and closed the door behind him.

All traces of exhaustion left her. Syaoran's awake. Kept demanding to see you. Don't make him wait too long. They had to call Eriol to make sure he didn't do anything stupid. Syaoran was threatening all sorts of interesting things at him. Sakura smiled.


Eriol grinned, unfazed by his growling king. The physician holding his medicine was practically trembling when he saw how thinly spread Syaoran's patience was.

"Where's my wife?" Syaoran snarled.

"She's fine. I told you. She was having nightmares. She didn't want to disturb you so she asks to be transferred to another room." Eriol replied calmly.

"Then take me to her!" Syaoran raged. He wanted, needed the confirmation that she was alive.

"You needed to rest." Eriol corrected. "And so does Sakura. You can't even get out of bed for magic's sake."

"Once I could get out of this bed, Eriol, you and I are having a discussion. Preferably with the presence of swords or magic. I don't mind which one. I will allow you to choose." Syaoran growled.

"How gracious." Eriol responded dryly but swallowed thickly all the same. He was as good as dead if Syaoran went through with that particular threat.

The door creaked open and all eyes immediately swiveled towards the sound. Sakura entered, a wary smile playing on her lips and Syaoran couldn't help but notice that she was barefoot. She had caught his threat and couldn't help but be amused and a bit happy. He misses me.

"Glad to see you up and about my queen." Eriol chuckled, knowing full well that she had snuck out of her room.

Sakura blushed but continued to approach the pale physician, pitying the poor man.

"You are excused. Thank you for your hard work." Sakura said demurely.

The physician all but thrust the medicine at her before practically sprinting out of the room.

Eriol too excused himself afterwards. Syaoran couldn't care less. His eyes took in her form hungrily. She was alive. She had saved him and somehow he had managed to save her.

Sakura climbed up the bed, fully aware of his eyes on her. She offered the medicine and Syaoran gulped them down instantly. He didn't bother taking his eyes off her. They sat, studying each other intently when finally Syaoran held his arms open. Sakura didn't need any urging to sink into his embrace.

Syaoran eased them forward so that they could lie on the bed comfortably, arms tight around his wife. Sakura sighed. He was warm, he was familiar and the thudding of his heart beneath her ear couldn't sound sweeter.

Syaoran sighed. She was warm, she was familiar and she was breathing softly against him. The sensation couldn't be any sweeter. And they slept.

Sakura opened her eyes languidly, smiling a bit when she realized she hadn't woken up screaming. She was on her back, pleasantly warm and she instinctively knew that Syaoran was staring at her and possibly looming over her too. He had always liked to wake her up like that. She didn't exactly mind. Her smile widened when her thoughts were proven correct but his eyes were thoughtful.

She groaned, knowing he had been thinking.

"You disobeyed me." Syaoran murmured.

Sakura stared at him, not particularly feeling threatened even as he looms above her like a vengeful angel.

"You lied to me." Sakura replied softly.

"You endangered your life." Syaoran snarled.

"I saved yours. My life is not more important than yours." Sakura corrected.

Syaoran gritted his teeth and moved to get out of bed, fearing his temper getting the best of him. He needed more room to think. Sakura was having none of that. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down. Syaoran supported his weight with his elbow in an effort not to crush her. Their breathing mingled harshly from the effort to reign in their temper.

"Don't walk away from me. Tell me what you are thinking." Sakura demanded softly.

"You could have died." Syaoran hissed, looking intently into her eyes, challenging her to deny it.

"But I didn't Syaoran." Her hand rubs his back soothingly. "I'm alive. I'm speaking to you now. I'm warm against you and I know you can hear my heart beating. Let's not think about what could have happened, okay?"

"It's not that easy." Syaoran whispered, her touch calming his frazzled nerves.

"It's okay.." Sakura soothed.

"No. It's not okay." Syaoran tensed again.

"Syaoran…"

"You don't understand! You could have died because of me." Syaoran growled.

"Then make me understand!" Sakura gritted her teeth, her temper dangerously close to her skin.

Syaoran snarled and captured her mouth. Sakura didn't miss a beat. The kiss was hard. Mouths nipping at the other. Teeth clashed and tongues demanding for dominance. When the urge to breathe becomes overwhelming they parted. They stared at each other, trying to catch their breath that was stolen by the other.

Syaoran tightened his hold on his wife and sighed, burying his face at the junction of her neck. His nose skimming the side of her neck gently, drawing shivers from her.

"I have feelings for you." Syaoran admitted softly.

"What type of feelings?" Sakura teased, cut off by her gasp when his lips grazed the soft skin at her throat.

Syaoran cupped her cheek. His eyes smoldering as he lowered his face again. The kiss this time was painfully sweet. He held her like she was golden glass. Fragile, appreciated and beautiful. Her eyes tearing from his gentleness as he softly kissed her. Gently pleading for her to part her lips with his tongue. She obliged, knowing that she can't really say no to him. Not really. His hand caressed the curve of her waist lingeringly.

"These type of feelings." Syaoran admitted smugly when he saw Sakura's eyes glazed by their kisses.

"Haven't you considered that I feel the same way?" Sakura managed to speak despite the loud thudding of her heart.

Her eyes softened when he stared at her blankly.

"Why do you think I jump in front of you back then?" Sakura pulled his head down so that she could bury her nose in the junction between his neck and shoulder, inhaling his scent deeply. "I must have loved you."

Sakura shivered lightly from the memory. "The thought of living on without you was unbearable. Surely this is love."

Syaoran's breath hitched in his throat by her admission.

"You are selfish, you know that?" Syaoran held her tighter, drawing comfort from their pressed bodies. "How do you think I feel? Must I put it into words so you can understand?" Syaoran lifted his head just to look at her. Whenever it came to the matter of his wife he would come running, he was affectionate to her, possessive. He had done everything but put it into words. Sakura looked properly chastised and Syaoran nodded haughtily as if to strengthen his point.

"I didn't think about that. I'm sorry." Sakura turned her big, green eyes on him and he couldn't help noticing that she looked hopelessly sincere in her apology.

Syaoran laughed in despair and buried his face in her throat. "I can't even stay mad at you."

"It's because I'm adorable." Sakura informed him.

They couldn't stop the smiles threatening to split their face. Now that the war was over, perhaps their live could finally begin.


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