She winced as she heard something crash against the wall; that sounded expensive. She heard "WHERE IS SHE?" repeated at least five times before someone squeaked out something.
"HOW THE FUCK DO YOU LOSE A WOMAN THAT IS ONLY 5 FEET 3 INCHES?"
The whining she had heard intensified. "I'm sorry sir I had to use the facilities quite badly."
"You better hope we find her or you won't be able to use the facilities without pain ever again." The ice in his voice froze her in place eavesdropping at the door. All the sudden she was grabbed.
"HEY!" she started screeching as a man took hold of her arms and pushed her through the doorway.
Syaoran had turned to the noise. He found Sakura staring at him while Kyona was holding her in place. "Ah excellent you found her." She looked at the other guard groveling on the floor. Relief washed over him and she would never have guessed he had been afraid. She had never thought of Syaoran as scary until her turned his eyes on her. He made a motion and they both left not once looking back. She gulped and watched as he stalked forward.
He gripped her arms tightly enough to show he meant business but not hard enough to hurt her. "Where have you been?" She saw he was trying to be calm about this but he looked like he wanted to shake her badly.
"I don't know what all the fuss is about but you know that I go to Tomoyo's all the time."
He looked furious, "Pretty soon I am going to wash my hands of you and let you and your brother share a cell in Tokyo's finest Jail!" He voice rose with every word he said.
"You aren't making any sense." She tried not to let her voice quiver.
"If you don't go into that room and get ready for the ball tonight I will bring you before a court for breach of contract and have you put in jail, at least then I could keep track of you." He was pointing and stomping around.
She decided that she needed to get away from him, but instead said, "I don't know what you are going on about you wouldn't subject the baby to those kinds of conditions."
"Don't GOAD ME! If you aren't ready in the next hour and acting nicey nice at the ball tonight I will make sure whatever Touya gets with be ten times the payment a normal criminal is required to do. Don't PUSH ME!!"
She walked backwards in fear and practically ran into her room. There was a box on the bed, she had never seen before. She opened the lid and a black lacey dress fell out. A note came with it,
"June 21st,
Only the best for the most beautiful of cherry blossoms.
Syaoran"
This note was over two months old. He must have bought the outfit on a whim. Holy crap those were real diamonds on the shoes!!
He strolled along doing some window shopping. Some shoes caught his eyes. They looked like ordinary black pumps, but they were made of satin straps. They had real diamonds scattered along the shoes. The diamonds had been sewed in tightly so they would not fall off. He glanced at the dress above it, his heart nearly stopped. The dress was perfect, it was perfect for a mature woman who had class and beauty…it was all that was supposed to be Sakura. It was a lace convection that was black with diamonds scattered in the lace. He went into the store quickly to purchase the items in the store window. He was formulating a plan. He would give her life back. He would undo all that Junji had accomplished, and he had never felt more determined.
She stared at the ridiculously expensive dress. He had always been thoughtful throughout the relationship they had shared. She tried not to think about the argument they just had. She went in to take a shower and think about this some more. The reason she had never thought he was scary was because he was such a fluff ball. The fluff-ballness was still there. He just didn't have a reason to show it when she defied him all the time. Yes, she supposed she had been mad about everything had happened but maybe Tomoyo was right, she really needed to analyze a bit more.
Hmmn, now there was an idea. She had fixed her hair and was about to pull on her dress when she made her decision. She had a towel wrapped around her and she went and stood on the bed, and gave a loud shriek. Syaoran was through the door so fast she barely opened her mouth at all. His shirt was open and he held a bow tie in his hand. "What's wrong."
He was completely scanning the room and not paying attention to her.
"There was…(great plan what now?) there was… A MOUSE!"
Syaoran stopped looking for the hidden enemy and laughed. "Are you really scared of a mouse."
She tried to look scared, "It was a huge mouse!"
"Alright I'll get it." Syaoran looked under the bed and then around the furniture. He disappeared into the bathroom but she had seen some quite delightful stretches as he looked. He came back out puzzled and was about to ask what way it had went when he spied her sitting on the bed in just her towel. Red alert sirens went off in his head.
"Err did you see it." He felt the hotness creep up her neck.
"I'm not sure anymore I suddenly don't feel well" she said faking.
He darted over to her. "Are you ok? Where does it hurt? Is it the…"
She was kissing him and only pulled back to say, "I feel so ill I don't think we will make it to the ball tonight." He mumbled something about his mother killing him and kissed her back, forgetting the mouse entirely. He sealed his lips over her and tossed his shirt aside. He kissed her, and kissed her, and kissed her. He was like a dying man being given water.
"Syaoran I said I didn't think we were going to make it I did not say fashionably late."
He understood the message to slow down and he complied. He untied her towel expertly and laid open the folds. She was gloriously naked beneath and it took his breath away. She felt self conscious when he stopped. She realized the last time they had been together she had been a smaller Sakura. There was a fire in his eyes she hadn't seen before, something, that was more than hunger. His hands roamed her body picking up the changes with satisfaction. He skimmed her thighs in circles. She arched towards the motion. "You a very eager Sakura, it's been sooo long." His voice cooed in her ear and she was feeling hot all over. He wasn't doing the most basic things that would make her hot. He was taking his time indeed. He lips grazed her ear. His fingers had moved to her belly button. He dipped them in and she caught her breath. She hugged him to her fiercely and wrapped her legs around his hips. He disentangled himself from her legs and grinned. She looked feverish and mad at not getting what she wanted. He dropped his head and blew on her breast. She ground her hips into his. Her breathing became shallow. He wasn't as unaffected as he posed, but he was under strict self-restraint. His kissed the rosy tip and pressed his own hips back into hers. He moved one hand behind her back to give him better leverage and the other hand traced her swollen sex.
"Oh Syaoran please don't be a tease!" She was grinding into his hand. His fingers traced lazily as he sucked harder on her breast. She squeaked in pleasure when his finger pushed inside her. "Oh oh yes Syaoran." He grinned at her reaction. He teased her other breast and thrust his finger inside her. He pulled it out when her inner muscles started to clench it. He didn't want her to find pleasure so soon. He relaxed and looked down at her. Her hair was messy and she was lifting her body up to him. It was the most beautiful; thing he had ever seen.
"Syaoooooran I want you in…inside me!" She was panting and arching up towards him as he was above her unfazed but for the lovely erection he was keeping from her. She was getting frustrated. Syaoran clenched his jaw. His words reached her ear and he breathlessly said it was only about her this time. He kissed her belly button and slid his tongue around the surface. Her fingers clenched in his hair. He kissed a path to her thighs and teased the edge of her sensitive lips. She was writhing and crying and he decided it was time. His flicked in and out, sucking and manipulating her body. Her body could not last to the demands he placed on it and she found her pleasure shortly there after. She lay spent on the bed. Syaoran was kissing her neck and mumbling love words. "I think we are going to be very late Sakura." He was holding her tight. His pants were no longer pressed perfectly, they had a suspicious stain on them. He moved to let go to redress, and she stopped him. "Can't we stay home," she mumbled this into his chest.
They arrived at the Tokyo Hotel about 45 minutes late as Sakura had to fix her hair and get into her dress. Syaoran had to find something suitable to wear. He ended up coaxing Sakura to iron a pair of pants for him in her heels. He stared at her like she was a dream. That dress did things for her that should not be legal. She had questioned him about why he had decided to hold back during their interlude. He responded, "I want to make sure you are ready for the things I am asking, forcing myself to make you except some things that most people would consider a given is not something I want to try." She was puzzled by his odd behavior. She didn't stress about it since she had enjoyed herself.
His mother was super mad but controlled herself behind a cold mask, he knew he was going to hear all about it later. The announcer called their names upon entrance, "And our last guests of the night are none other than the soon to be Mr. And Mrs. Xiao Lang Li." Sakura flushed somewhat, and Yelan stared. The girl was positively glowing, maybe she wouldn't give him to much of a hard time, it's evident they needed a little extra time. The girl looked happy despite the contrasting reports she had been getting for 4 weeks. She could sense things were not entirely right between the two, but were slowly mending. Of course if her son wasn't such a klutz about love the whole episode could have been avoided but he would learn.
They danced and ate and were embarrassed by Eriol and Tomoyo. The Li sisters joined in and all asked why they were so late. Syaoran cleared his throat and escorted Sakura quickly onto the dance floor. Both of their faces were flaming. Everyone had congratulated them for a successful marriage, and Sakura said she needed to get some fresh air. She felt a little queasy and put it down to 'morning' sickness. She felt a hand descend on her shoulder as she looked over at the balcony. She turned with a smile as she expected Syaoran, what she found was her worst nightmare.
Syaoran had an odd feeling and decided to check on her maybe he could pat her back or something and pretend not to be grossed out by the vomiting. What he found was his worse fear since the call that afternoon. Junji who had broken out of jail was holding her against him with a knife to her stomach. She was naturally in tears and scared. Syaoran stopped moving forward when he saw the knife pressed against her.
