Chapter 14
Together, Stronger

absolutefluffiness says: SORRY! I was grounded for so long. Expect updates to be a little slower since I can only use the net for 30 minutes a week – including schoolwork. But I will make my chapters longer to make up for this disaster boo hoo.

Thanks to "Tomoyo" of the ECRS team, who helped write one scene here! And to "Chiharu" for beta-ing this!



Previously: Syaoran and Eriol form an unlikely alliance for the sake of the girls they love, and Sakura has a little trouble with bubbles!

Back in His Arms

As soon as Syaoran reached the arrival lounge, he saw a tired-looking Sakura waiting for him. She smiled, and ran into his arms as soon as she saw him. He gathered her into an affectionate embrace and hugged her.

"I missed you, Syaoran," she said softly.

"I was only gone for two days, mei mei," he chided her gently.

"I still did," she said stubbornly, and hugged him harder. Sakura had missed the thrill of holding Syaoran close; when his body was near hers, she felt such wonderful sensations.

Syaoran laughed. "I know. Was just teasing." He kissed her, then, "I missed you too. Especially the way you say my name."

"Syaoran," Sakura said, grinning, and he smiled. What a relief to hear 'Syaoran' instead of 'Xiao Lang.' "I wish I had a nice nickname for you, the way you do for me."

"I love the way you say 'Syaoran', don't worry," he said happily, and kissed her again, lightly. Syaoran towed his large suitcase (containing as many of his clothes and personal items as he could sneak out of the house—and a photo of his father, whom he had adored) behind him and pulled Sakura to the taxi stand instead of the bus stop. "I need to get to my house. Eriol took the family jet earlier and he's got the books I need. He said he'd drop it off at my apartment. We had to pretend to fight over the plane, and I let him win so I took a commercial flight. Do you know how good the food in business class is?" he grinned.

"Erm...I haven't been out of Japan yet," Sakura said, making Syaoran smile; perhaps he could take her and show her around Hong Kong? But when he remembered the situation with his family, his smile disappeared. "About Eriol...he's your friend now?" Sakura asked curiously as they boarded the taxi.

"An ally, at best," Syaoran said. He was tempted to tell her what Eriol had told him but...no. It would only make her worry, and might make Sakura do something rash. Instead, they made up for lost time by snuggling happily in the taxi, kissing every now and then.

But as soon as they reached Tomoeda, Syaoran realized what had happened.

"Bubble card, eh?" he said as the taxi left them at the entry to his condominium. "Wonder why you couldn't seal it..." They went in, Syaoran lugging his suitcase, then unpacking the books in the living room. Sakura glanced at them; they were in different languages—Latin, English, French—and all carried one word: Clow.

"So many languages," she said. "Do other magicians in the world know about the cards?"

"Of course," Syaoran said as he tossed his clothes into his closet. "Given their power, I'm surprised it took this long for someone to go after you."

"Go after me?" Sakura said blankly.

"The cards have been tainted. You couldn't seal them. Mirror and Twin were warped," Syaoran said. "And remember what Mirror said about someone controlling them?"

"But how..."

"That's what we're trying to find out." He set his father's photo on his desk, then Sakura, let me order some bento. You look tired—and hungry. The shield a problem for you?" Syaoran asked gently as he called for delivery, making sure to order sweet shrimp sushi and fried shrimp for her.

"A bit," she smiled.

"Where is Bubble?"

"In the small woody area behind Penguin Park," she said.

"After we eat, I can add my sealing spell to it to take some of the burden off you if we can't find a way to seal it," Syaoran said. "Oh, and a little souvenir for you," he smiled, and handed Sakura a box. She opened it to find fragrant teabags in them, and she looked at him curiously.

"You love weak tea, so I got these from downtown," Syaoran smiled. Sakura hugged him.

"Syaoran...oh, you didn't have to," Sakura said gratefully. "Thank you."

And she meant it. Sakura had never known what it was like to be loved in this way, to be taken care of, to know that someone cared so much about her that he would go out of his way to see her happy. Because his next words confirmed it.

"I know. But I wanted to."

"I tell you I love you yet?" Sakura looked into the brown eyes she loved so much. She could not imagine loving anyone else; caught in the emotions Syaoran inspired in her, Sakura had no idea that it was even possible.

"No, do go on," Syaoran grinned. "I never get tired of hearing that from you."

They kissed gently and sweetly, and somehow they had gravitated to Syaoran's bed, lying down face to face. Sakura found that she could make Syaoran moan when she stroked his earlobes, so she nipped them gently, watching him shudder.

"Don't do that," he said softly as he pulled himself off her; he realized he was feeling quite passionate, and didn't want to go there...yet. Ignoring him, Sakura pounced happily on top of Syaoran; not that she could really pin him down given that he was a head taller than her and several pounds heavier, but she kissed him from that position as it made her feel powerful and thrilled.

In the back of his mind Syaoran knew he should be stopping her; she had no idea what effect she was having on him. But he loved her so much, every kiss, every touch made him want to keep her by his side all the time.

Then he caught himself as he captured her waist in his hands and rolled over so he was on top. Sakura was smiling up at him, and he'd wound up between her thighs. He rolled away from her instead.

I can't, he thought. He knew she would gladly follow him whatever he did, and for that reason he was afraid. I'm not ready, he realized. Making love meant taking their relationship to a level he wasn't sure he knew how to deal with, and he would have to take the lead if they went there.

But did he have to? He was already happy as they were; kissing thrilled him no end, and hugging her made him feel warm and happy. Looking down at her smiling, sweet face, Syaoran knew he needn't worry about that...yet. So he smiled and nuzzled Sakura's cheeks, forehead, and nose.

"I lovelovelove you," he whispered, and they both laughed. The doorbell went off, and Syaoran stood up, helping Sakura up with him. She bounced up happily, not knowing how close they had come to something he wasn't sure they were ready for.

"Let me help you," Sakura grinned, and she laid out plates, cups, and bowls as Syaoran paid for the delivery. Once the food was laid out, they ate quietly, Syaoran occasionally feeding Sakura off his chopsticks (something which would have appalled his mother had she known).

Abruptly Sakura squeezed her eyes shut and smiled. "I'm so happy with you, Syaoran," she said, and she reached for his hand. Syaoran kissed her forehead in response, and they continued to eat.

"Sakura...you should know..." Syaoran began, "your brother told me...he had a vision..."

"Of us married," Sakura piped up. "I know."

"He told you?" Syaoran asked incredulously.

"No. But," and Sakura rose to clear the dishes, "he slipped up the last time he gave me a lecture about you. You should know though...I wouldn't mind marrying you." And she smiled.

"Sakura," Syaoran stood up. "You're seventeen, I'm still sixteen. I don't think we should be thinking about that yet."

Sakura turned. "We should," she said softly. "Because I had a dream that I couldn't seal cards without you."

"You...you might want to date other people. Just to see what it's like," Syaoran stammered.

Sakura looked thoughtful. "But I still have so much to learn about you," she said. "And I don't think I could ever get tired of you."

"Tell me later," Syaoran said cheerfully, "when we're in college and boys are surrounding you."

"Don't you know?" Sakura giggled. "I'm a one-man woman. My crush on Yuki lasted seven years."

"Let's hope your crush on me lasts seventy," Syaoran chuckled as he kissed her.

"So long as you marry me before we're thirty, fine by me," she retorted sassily.

They cleaned up together, and then they peered through some of the books, including the books of prophecy on the cards, occasionally translating passages for Sakura. One from a fragment of Clow's diary perplexed them both: something about a seal of two being forged from a family betrayal. Other prophecies from other writers were outright funny: the cards turning into bubble gum, indeed.

Finally they set off for the park. Syaoran could tell the shield was no longer working because bubbles were flying wildly around the park.

"Show me what happens when you try to seal the card," Syaoran said once they found the Shielded Bubble, who smiled cheerfully at them and flung more bubbles into the air.

Sakura raised her staff and tried to seal Bubble. Nothing. But Syaoran, watching carefully, noticed her magical circle was missing some parts.

"Look down mei mei," he said, and Sakura gasped when she noticed it. "Very strange."

Syaoran remembered what Sakura had said about her dream earlier. He took a deep breath and stood behind her. "Remember how this worked when we exchanged bodies?" He placed his arms around her. Once his arms were around her and she raised the staff, both were taken aback when they were suddenly borne upwards by a strong magical wind.

"Syaoran!" Sakura yelled over the tumult. "Look down!"

Her magical circle had changed. It had united with Syaoran's; in the middle of his eight-pointed yellow seal was a large pink star, accented on the north with a silver moon and on the south with a yin yang symbol.

As abruptly as the magical wind started, it stopped; Sakura and Syaoran landed on their feet, and their new, united symbol was still glowing.

"So that's it," Syaoran mused. "We have to seal the thing together. Be glad it's not one of the, uh, tainted cards," he said. Sakura began her sealing chant, and Syaoran said it with her. Bubble dissolved back into a card, and flew over to them, stopping only when they touched it at the same time.

Sakura smiled, then kissed Syaoran gently. "Happy you're home. In more ways than one." Syaoran would never believe what was running through her mind right now, though he would find out soon enough.

He kissed her back and grinned. "Home is where you are." He reached out and popped a few stray bubbles left behind. Sakura giggled.

"Syaoran?" She wrapped her arms around his slender waist and pulled him closer, not that he minded.

"Hmmm?"

"Love me?"

"Of course," and Syaoran kissed her deeply, his tongue dueling hers, swirling inside her mouth until she was breathless. But then...

"Tomoyo told me Eriol said wanted to make love to her because he was in love with her. Are we making love?"

Syaoran opened his mouth, and choked when a bubble flew in it. He coughed, and Sakura sympathetically rubbed his back until he'd spat the bubble back out.

"S...sorry you had to see that," he gasped. He prayed her question had been deflected.

It hadn't. "What does it mean to make love?" Sakura hugged Syaoran again and pressed herself against him.

Syaoran knew he was in serious trouble, and managed to deflect Sakura with the world's lamest excuse: "BOY! I sure could use some ICE CREAM! How about you, Sakura? My treat!"

The Unworthy

Yelan Li stared at the young man in front of her. Nineteen years old, he was taller than both Syaoran and Eriol. His arrogant handsomeness was eerily like Syaoran's...which was not a surprise, given who he was. His hair was darker than Syaoran's, and his eyes gleamed blue-green.

"He is unworthy," the young man said coldly. "Did you not sense the stench of love on him?" he said mockingly. "The Cardcaptor has a Li heir in her collection. How...lovely."

"In love?" Yelan wondered how Syaoran had hidden this from her. She felt her anger rise; Syaoran had vowed to keep the girl under control, helplessly in love with him.

"He has learned to deceive you for her sake," the young man said. "Thus he proves himself unworthy of leading the Clan. He cannot make the ruthless choices needed...no, required of him if he is tainted by such soft emotions."

Embarrassed, Yelan did not reply.

"I will go to Japan and...deal with this. I am the best candidate, and you know it. My blood may not be purely Li, but I did not inherit my father's weaknesses the way the runt," he sarcastically referred to Syaoran, "did. Even you cannot deny that once my powers awakened, even the two pathetic conspirators cannot stand against me."

"I suspected as much when the books on the cards went missing," Yelan said thoughtfully. "But I still want the child by the Cardcaptor. Only Syaoran can father it on her, remember the prophecy."

"I can force Syaoran to father it on her. Her powers...she is too stupid to control them," the young man said disdainfully. "I can easily manipulate her mind, and his; once she is pregnant, you will have that child, and be assured that I will...dispose...of Syaoran once the deed is done."

"What about Eriol?"

His eyes narrowed. "I will deal with him as well. He is hiding something and I will find it out. Do you know?" and he turned his cold eyes to Yelan, "that Syaoran accessed his trust find when he was last here? And Eriol helped him?"

Yelan clenched her fists and her eyes flashed. "He's planning to run." She was so ashamed of her...weak...son. "I'll make sure he can't touch the money from now on."

He laughed. "Don't worry. If I have my way he won't...be a problem anymore. And neither will the Cardcaptor."

"Are you bringing the girl home then?"

He snorted. "I am not interested in that silly child. I will take her cards from her and bring them back. For the glory of the Clan. And," he chuckled, "my own, of course. And now, you must accept me. Invest in me the right to represent the Clan."

Yelan swallowed. "Of course. I shall prepare for it." And she walked away, humiliated at how her son had shamed her.

Magic users never think to check for technology, though...and someone was listening to them with alarm via a tiny bug hidden in the Li study.

"They won't get away with this," the listener vowed.

Sakura Lessons, Part One

Eriol stood at Tomoyo's locker, debating whether to leave the letter he'd written for her or not, when a voice nearly made him jump.

"We have to talk," Tomoyo said in an oddly strained voice, and Eriol sighed.

"I agree," he said quietly. But for a while they merely stood next to the lockers, avoiding each other's eyes. It was past the lunch bell; most people had already gone to the cafeteria. The corridor was still and silent.

Eriol lifted his eyes to Tomoyo's face. Gods she was beautiful; dark hair against pale skin, her gorgeous eyes glinting in the sunlight escaping into the corridor...

How he looks at me...A thrill ran through Tomoyo. It was like he was undressing her right there, and she wanted him so much it was taking all of her considerable self control to keep from begging him to kiss her. Why did she feel so strongly attracted to someone she occasionally still hated?

Presently Tomoyo said, "You owe me..."

"...an explanation," Eriol finished for her. He fidgeted under her stare, then, "All right. I thought the Clow card was you. She ambushed me near my apartment and I thought it was you and...we almost made love."

"Why?" One word, so many questions.

"You already know," he said quietly. When she raised one brow, he added softly, "I wanted you so much."

A light breeze lifted Tomoyo's skirt and ruffled her hair. "You lust after me then. And that's it. Fine." And she turned to leave, feeling disappointed.

Eriol grabbed her hand, forcing her to stop. "Yes. Yes I do want you so badly all I dream about at night is making love to you. But more important than that...I love you."

"...what?"

"Damn it, how many times do I have to tell you?" Eriol growled, and instead he sent his lips crashing on hers. This time she responded, twining her arms around his neck, opening her lips to admit his tongue. He wound up pinning her against the wall, both kissing fiercely, until they ran out of breath and leaned gasping against each other.

"Now. Do I kiss you like I don't want you?" he rasped.

"No... you kiss me like you...love me," Tomoyo gasped, and pulled him back down on her lips.

"Damned right," Eriol said, as they continued to kiss. "Why do you think I was so eager to...to..."

"Make love to the fake me?" Tomoyo whispered, finishing his sentence for him.

"I love you," he whispered softly. "Stop me if you don't want this," he said, right before he hoisted her higher, positioning himself between her legs, only her skirt and his trousers between them, and pinning her to the wall with his hips. She gasped; part of her wanted to slap him for his aggressiveness, but the other part...was the one she gave in to. In response she took his face in her hands and kissed him hard. She felt wild and free, an exhilarating sensation she hadn't felt, ever.

"I guess," Eriol said, face flushed, his glasses and tie askew, "I can take that as a 'yes', can't I?"

He was surprised when Tomoyo seized his lips with hers, then snarled, "Call me by my name, damn it."

Not only had she cussed, she had demanded something from him, and Eriol was shocked yet delighted. "Okay then. My 'Moyo," he said softly. "Are you my 'Moyo?"

Tomoyo did not know whether or how to respond; she knew she was not in love with Eriol...yet...but she wanted him, wanted his lips on hers, his skin against hers... "Eri..." She was silenced when his tongue slid inside her mouth. She did not want to stop with kisses alone. No one had ever made her feel the way he did--angry and annoyed and aroused and...ahhh. She slid her hand over his chest and felt him groan against her lips.

"Somebody's coming," Tomoyo whispered as footsteps sounded in the corridor.

"Better be you," Eriol said huskily, and he began to kiss her neck. Tomoyo moaned and threw her head back to give him better access, gasping when he suddenly sucked hard on the place where her neck met her shoulder, and left a lip-shaped bruise there.

"What the..." Syaoran stepped backwards when he beheld the steamy scene next to his locker. How was he going to get to his locker now? Eriol had Tomoyo in a lip lock next to it and...He turned away, blushing violently, when he saw where Tomoyo's hand was. Was he supposed to say "Pardon me but can you two stop making out while I get my textbook, thanks, carry on?"

"Go ahead and watch, cousin. Get some pointers," Eriol smirked. "Oh wait. You're the good boy. You wouldn't do this to Sakura."

Tomoyo blushed, for the first time Syaoran could remember, and wriggled out of Eriol's embrace. "Stop it," she said, and Eriol shut up, but soon he leaned in and kissed her again. Syaoran could clearly see tongues battling, and he knew he would just have to survive History without his textbook. It was that or his sanity. Who wanted to see his cousin making out...with Tomoyo, whom he had thought was a vestal virgin?

He walked back to the classroom where Sakura met him at the door with a tiny peck on his cheek. Syaoran smiled; she never failed to cheer him up.

"You okay? What about your book?"

"Can I share with you later instead?" Syaoran said.

"You left it at home?" Sakura asked incredulously; Syaoran did not seem the type to forget things like that...not when he was in the top ten of their year (lagging a bit only in Japanese and English, but top in Math, Science, and History).

"Let's just say I couldn't reach my locker," Syaoran said, suppressing the urge to grin. Come to think of it, Eriol and Tomoyo making out was kind of funny in a truly perverse sort of way.

Said two chose that moment to walk back in the classroom, both looking smug and satisfied. Though they weren't holding hands, Syaoran knew it was just a matter of time before they actually went through with consummating their relationship-whatever it was. He trusted Tomoyo to be able to handle it but he thought he ought to have a talk with his cousin sometime soon. Or, and he nearly laughed, he could lend Eriol that blasted 'Responsible Lovers' handbook.

I tell you I love you? sounded in Tomoyo's mind, and she turned around to see Eriol licking his lips suggestively.

"That is not fair!" she whispered back. "If you want me, keep your magic out of this."

I can teach you...you are after all Sakura's cousin...

"No!"

You have no idea how magic can enhance your pleasure...

"I said, no! No easy way out. Do it normally."

"Okay. I'll take you to dinner later," Eriol whispered as he leaned forward and breathed in the lavender scent of her hair. "We're going to Sakibana." Tomoyo gasped; you couldn't get in there without a reservation. "I want everyone to know we're dating."

"We are?" Tomoyo turned around. "I haven't said anything yet!"

"Well..." and Eriol smiled slowly, "then I will court you and I won't stop until you're mine." He continued whispering into her ear until she turned pink and slapped his hand.

Sakura watched all this in fascination. "I guess this means they're a couple?" she leaned back to whisper to Syaoran.

"I guess," Syaoran shrugged, but he smiled. This was going to be insane, and he chuckled, finding the situation highly amusing.

Until a little later, when he was working on a maths problem and Sakura turned. He always knew when her eyes were on him, and he raised an eyebrow to ask her what she wanted.

"Syaoran?" Sakura leaned backwards to whisper, "what's that funny mark on Eriol's neck?"

Syaoran looked, then had to bite down on his lip to suppress laughter. Both Eriol and Tomoyo smiled at his reaction, especially when they saw where Sakura's eyes were, and Sakura softly said, "Hoe?"

"I'll explain later," he said. "Finish your algebra," he said gently. 'And turn back forward; Shisuki-sensei is staring at you,' he added in her mind.

Unable to contain her curiosity, Sakura looked around, then leaned back again. "Tomoyo-chan has one too!"

"Mei mei, I promise I'll explain it tomorrow," Syaoran whispered very softly, praying they would not get caught.

"Why so long?" Sakura pouted. She refused to turn around, not even after Syaoran said in her mind, 'Later, mei mei, and turn back to your work, hurry!'

"But why?" Some other classmates glanced up because Sakura's voice had been a bit loud.

'Because if I'm not mistaken you're about to get detention,' Syaoran said quietly in her mind again. Sakura looked up and grinned sheepishly at their math teacher, who was unswayed. Thus she stayed back after class. Syaoran promised to come back for her after he'd run his errand.

"Sorry mei mei. But I did warn you..." he apologized as he escorted her to the detention room.

"Promise you'll explain it all to me, Syaoran!" Sakura said as he kissed her goodbye.

"I'll be back at five, Sakura. Meet you at the fountain in front of school. Oh, and whatever you do? Do NOT ask Eriol or Tomoyo about it, all right?"

A puzzled Sakura obeyed and trudged into the detention room as Syaoran sighed in relief and set off quickly.

In twenty minutes, yet again Syaoran found himself waiting for Toya, but this time, on a seat at a table outside the cafe the latter and Yukito owned on the outskirts of Tomoeda.

"What do you want now?" Toya growled.

"Listen...Sakura found out that Tomoyo's been...well, anyway, Tomoyo mentioned lovemaking to Sakura and...she has a new, um, boyfriend, and they...uh..." Syaoran was thinking of a way to tell Toya without annoying the older man, who was clearly protective of his cousin as well.

"TOMOYO?" Toya roared. "What the hell..." and something in his mind clicked. "HAS SHE BEEN MAKING OUT WITH THAT GUY WITH GLASSES?" Customers stared.

Syaoran grimaced. "Believe me, it does NOT appeal to me either!" His fists clenched. "Oh and his name's Eriol. I can give you his address if you want it," he said almost pleadingly.

Toya smirked. "Now you know how I feel."

Another grimace. "Look, please...Yesterday Sakura asked me if we were...making love and—GAH, not the shirt!" Because Toya had grabbed him by the shirt front. "I wasn't! We weren't!"

"Then why did she ask?" Toya's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Because...a card appeared to Tomoyo and tried to make love to her and the same thing happened to Eriol and of COURSE she heard about it and I have no idea how to explain anything to her!" Syaoran's words came out in a rush.

"What do you mean you have no idea how to explain it to Sakura? Didn't you read the damn 'Responsible Lovers' book?"

Syaoran sweatdropped. "I did but it's not like you're giving me a quiz, are you? Come on, you KNOW Sakura and you know she won't be interested in just an explanation! It doesn't help that her best friend—and may I remind you, your cousin and hers—and my cousin are making out. She's seen the love bites, and I have no idea what to tell her about them. Without her asking for a demonstration, that is, especially if I tell her it's proof of love and all."

"So long as you don't demonstrate we're fine, brat," Toya growled. And he was satisfied when Syaoran's face glowed red again.

"Look, Kinomoto-san, I really wish you would explain this stuff to Sakura because I can't!" Syaoran begged. "I have no idea how!"

Oh Toya was enjoying himself. Immensely.

"No. YOU'RE the boyfriend. YOU explain it to her." As soon as the words were out of his mouth though, Toya realized that it sounded like he was...

"Surely YOU don't want to encourage ME to do that, given how persuasive Sakura can be, and she will want a demonstration..." Syaoran prompted. Toya glared at him, then called Syaoran's bluff.

"As long as you don't get her pregnant, why not?" he said wickedly.

"WHAT?" Syaoran paled; he had just been trying to get a rise out of Toya. "But I don't know how to explain this to her!" Syaoran practically wailed. Toya merely laughed, thoroughly enjoying Syaoran's embarrassment.

Syaoran simmered in resentment. Then a wicked gleam came into his amber eyes.

"If you don't help me," he began, a smile spreading across his face, "We can do it another way...if you prefer to have Daidouji be the one to tell Sakura what lovemaking is," Syaoran said. "I'm sure Daidouji would be happy to show her things...and lend her videos...and demonstrate with her boyfriend..."

Toya snarled and balled a fist. "HELL NO!" God alone knew what Tomoyo would tell or show Sakura...or worse—now that she appeared to have her own boyfriend—teach Sakura.

"Why don't you make it a round table discussion?" Syaoran and Toya looked up to see a smiling Yukito. "That way she can ask questions."

"Why don't I just tell her to make out with the brat in front of us while I'm at it?" Toya retorted.

"Would you rather she got it off the Internet?" Yukito pointed out calmly as both Toya and Syaoran sweatdropped. "I thought not." He took off his apron. "Come on. I think this calls for a visit home, yes?" He smiled, and pulled out the keys to Toya's small car. "Besides, I need to talk to Cerberus anyway."

"Why?" Syaoran asked curiously.

"Because," and Yukito's eyes clouded over, "My other self tells me you and Sakura are in danger. I sense something wicked coming this way...and whoever it is, is related...to you," and he looked at Syaoran.

"Other...self?"

Next on HCS: Toya, Yukito, and Syaoran attempt to explain lovemaking to Sakura. What do you want to bet on who passes out or gets a nosebleed first? But there is a cloud on the horizon now; why is Syaoran's family ganging up on him?

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