Sakura and Syaoran looked up and found themselves staring at a angry Tomoyo. If looks could kill and they weren't already dead they would be dead right about now.
"I knew you would be with him!"
Sakura found her shirt and quickly slipped it on. "Tomoyo, please-"
"You could have just told me! I wouldn't have worried so much!" Her eyes changed from angry to sad. "I thought you could at least trust me, Sakura."
Sakura got off of Syaoran's lap and stood up. "I do trust you! It's just that something has happened and I needed some time to think about how to tell you."
Tomoyo fixed her gaze at Syaoran and glared, "What did you do to her?"
Syaoran stood as well and wrapped his arms around his mate. "I did noting to her that would harm her."
"I don't believe you."
Syaoran leaned down to her ear and whispered, "I'll leave you two alone. If you wish to tell her then you may do so. Just tread carefully."
She nodded and watched as he walked past Tomoyo, with her glaring at her the whole time, and out of the room.
Sakura sighed. She never thought that she would have to tell Tomoyo under these circumstances. She expected that they would have a nice reunion somewhere and then she would explain it to her.
"Sakura?"
"Tomoyo, do you notice anything different about me?"
Tomoyo looked her up and down carefully. "Your wearing different clothing now. You've never worn anything like that before."
Sakura shifted. She was wearing a shirt that didn't cover her stomach and black pleated skirt. She had changed. "I mean physical wise."
"Your...paler...you've always had tanned skin. Are you sick?"
"No," she sighed, "Let me just show you."
She walked a bit closer to her and slightly opened her mouth revealing her sharp teeth.
Tomoyo gasped.
'Here it comes.'
"Y-your a..What are you?"
"Vampire," she had expected her to run screaming, but instead she got," Wow!"
Sakura looked at her with shock written all over her face. "Your not scared or anything?"
"No, we will just have to take the photos at night! I'll have to create a new line of clothing just for you to model!" squealed Tomoyo with stars in her eyes.
Sakura sat down on the floor and pinched herself. It didn't hurt, so she didn't know is she was dreaming or not.
"Um, Tomoyo, are you ok?"
Tomoyo had stopped talking about new clothing as was staring at Sakura. "Kawaii! Your hair is longer!"
She had forgotten about that along with her now pale skin.
"Well if I had known you would act like this I would have told you sooner, but I'm sorry I didn't tell you."
Tomoyo smiled, "I'll forgive you only if you model for me."
Sakura sighed, "Sure, afterall, I love your clothes."
Tomoyo squealed.
"Tomoyo, how did you get here?"
She stopped twirling around and grinned, "The door was unlocked, I walked in and heard sounds coming from this room. Why is it empty?"
Sakura blushed, "We are going to be moving out of here soon. We want a house and the privacy that comes with it."
"When are you leaving here?"
"In a week. Don't worry we will still be in the city," she glanced at her again. "How did you know we were here? Is Eriol here?"
"No, Eriol isn't here, but he did lead me here. He told me that Syaoran's apartment was still being paid for. I figured Syaoran was here and that you were with him."
"I guess you were right."
Tomoyo smiled. "So tell me how's Syaoran in bed?"
"Now that is something I will never share with you," said Sakura, "Come on. I need a drink."
"A drink? What kind of drink?" asked Tomoyo as she followed her out of the room and into the kitchen.
"Well I can either have water or blood," explained Sakura as she opened the refridgerator. "But we do have a few cokes in here."
"I'm not thirsty. I just need you and me to get a schedule set for your modeling. To make a new line of clothes it will take me about a week or two."
Sakura nodded.
"Also-" her cell phone started to ring the ringtone to 'Catch me Catch me.'
"It's Eriol. I have to go. Call me, ok? I want to hear how your doing."
Sakura smiled, "I'll try, Tomoyo."
She made to leave, but stopped and turned around. "By the way where did you call me from? There wasn't a number on the caller id."
"Oh, I was somewhere with Syaoran. A.. friend of his."
"Oh well, I'll be hearing from you soon. Bye, Saku."
"Sayonara, 'Moyo."
She watched her get into her car and drive off through the gate. She then felt arms go around her.
"Are you hungry, my love?"
She leaned into Syaoran's chest and nodded.
"Very much."
"Would you like to feed from me?"
"I-I don't know how..."
He chuckled, "It will come to you, love, now drink."
She turned around in his arms. "Sit down first."
He let her go and walked over to the sofa and layed down on it. She then walked over toward him and straddled his waist. She placed her hands on his ches, rubbing her hands up and down, she leaned down and kissed his neck.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, we will both enjoy it."
She flicked her tongue out and tasted his slightly warm skin. He had fed a little while ago. 'I wonder if he feeds from human,' she then quickly sank her teeth into his warm neck.
He moaned loudly and placed his hands on her waist. He began to move against her as she continued to drink.
'Its like liquid fire," she thought as she matched the pace that he had set, She pulled away from his neck and threw her head back.
"Syaoran, please."
The pace became almost desperate as he thrust harder against her. Pretty soon they both had hit their orgasm.
"Wow," she whispered when she caught her breath.
"Wow, indeed. It will be much better if we both did that at the same time. With...less clothing."
She smiled and got off of him. "I'm going to go take a shower. Are you going to join me?"
He jumped off the sofa and followed her into the bathroom. Who would give up a chance like that?
SS
"So, Miss Kinomoto," he smiled an evil smile, "I trust you slept well?"
"Very well Syaoran, and yourself?"
"Oh yes, I was thoroughly enjoying my sleep until a naughty little vampire came and woke me up."
"Perhaps you should punish her," Sakura stifled a giggle and gasped as he pressed his hardness into her thigh.
"Oh, I intend to." His lips roaming over her shoulder.
Sakura arched her body up to greet his intimately, offering her breasts to him and he chuckled softly. Her hands began to stroke the plains of his back, roving the length of him, caressing and kneading and stroking. He sighed and finished murmuring to the bruise and was suddenly back with her, kissing her mouth with such force that it felt like an explosion of lips and tongue and spit. She responded forcefully, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh of his lip, their teeth gnashing together as though trying desperately to devour each other until nothing was left. When one of his hands moved finally to her breast, rolling a hard nipple between long fingers, she almost cried out, her own fingers digging hard into his back. It felt good. It felt divine.
He left her mouth again and she almost wept for the loss of him, but then he put his lips where his hand had been and she did cry out, loud and sharp, relishing the glorious heat as his mouth closed over the bare nipple. Her fingers sank into the inky pool of his hair and for a few heart beats she was convinced she had died and gone to heaven. Then a moment later his hand pressed between her thighs and slid over her swollen clitoris and Sakura's eyes flew open and she whimpered. This was too good. Sinfully good. Delightfully, sinfully, good.
Syaoran was bolder than Sakura. He wanted nothing more than to pleasure her, he could live for that. He slipped a deft finger inside her and smiled as he watched sensations sweep over her like a tidal flood.
Gasping at the intensity of the wet heat inside her, he insinuated another finger. He could hear her heart beating, she was whimpering, crying and writhing around his hand and he worked his fingers in and out of the wetness, first circling her clitoris and then pushing back into her depths.
"Do you think this an adequate punishment for a vampire who disturbs my sleep Miss Kinomoto?"
Sakura tried to say yes, but it came out as a sobbing moan. She was lost now, unable to speak coherently, unable to move or respond to anything but the aching need to have him buried in her again. He shifted, mounting her and settling into the sturdy cradle of her thighs. He pushed her knees back and he gently pushed against her. She clung to his shoulders and felt him shudder at the effort to remain gentle with her, and not to simply do as he wished and plunge into her. But she wanted him to do that; she wanted to be fucked as much as he wanted to fuck her. Sakura pressed against his hardness and opened herself up to him, as she felt him slide into her heat she tensed and strained at just how much he filled her and then she relaxed, experimenting with lifting her hips to meet him, letting him sink a little deeper inside.
"What does it feel like?"; she gasped and wondered at the absurdity of her own question. She wanted to know, she wanted to know what he was feeling, and she wanted to hear his voice in her ear as he answered. "W-what does it feel like to be inside me?"
Syaoran frowned and moved, just a fraction of an inch – it was enough to make her cry out loud. How did it feel? Amazing? Fucking incredible? He doubted that was what she wanted to hear. "It feels…" he moved again and hissed through his teeth at the heat of her, "it feels hot, hot…and wet…" he moaned softly, "and tight."
Sakura smiled, pressing her cheek to his and relishing the feel of his shaven face against her soft skin. His hair fell against her face and she pushed it back, pressing a kiss to his cheekbone. Syaoran moved slowly within her and all the glorious sensations from the previous night washed over her. She clung to him, her fingers digging into the flesh of his shoulders as he began to thrust himself deeper into her, gently at first, restraining himself and then, hearing her appreciative gasps, with mounting urgency.
Sakura's hips rose to meet her lovers, her need for release soon approaching the imperativeness of his. Syaoran was murmuring things to her again, words that in the heat of passion, she could not understand. He seized her hands and pinned them to the bed above her head, becoming rougher now that he knew she could take him. It was an action that may once have frightened her, but at that moment felt so perfect that she felt her body liquefy.
"You feel so good," she whimpered, "I can feel you in me…I can feel you fucking me…"
He didn't answer; he could do little more than moan and increase the depth and rhythm of his thrusts. Sakura closed her eyes, her head tilted back as she gasped for breath. Her entire being felt focused on Syaoran, on his ragged breathing, the coarseness of the stubble on his chin as it raked across her soft cheek and on the force behind each thrust as he plunged so deeply into her that she feared the bed would collapse.
Her climax, when it came, shattered her. It seemed as if for one moment every nerve and fiber in her body was taut and held captive, the next she was released and her body became like liquid fire, flowing and spreading around him, devouring him and drawing him into her form. She shuddered from the top of her head to the tips of her toes and although she did not know it, the cry that came from within her throat was as much a sob as a scream. Hearing it, Syaoran lost all semblance of control, he thrust himself deeply into her, no longer conscious of whether or not he hurt her, only able to seek pleasure in her body, he sort only release.
It came, washing over him in torrents, powerful spasms of relief that caused him to roar his pleasure so loud that Sakura was certain someone would come running.
He collapsed on top of her and for a moment Sakura was conscious of the pounding rhythm of his racing heart and the heavy weight of his body on hers. She wrapped her arms around him, kissing his throat, his shoulder, and his face. Licking the salty sweat from his flesh.
When he could, he slid from her and pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head as she curled into the curve of his body, nestling her head into the hollow of his shoulder.
"I love you."