Here I am with yet another story. I promise I'm not abandoning all my stories, i'm just lacking inspiration for some of them TT_TT I've been meaning to start uploading this for ages tbh
WARNING: This story does contain mature content including sex scenes and explicit language. Read at your own accord.
The sound of the phone ringing for what felt like the hundredth time that day only served to stress poor Sakura Kinomoto even further as she scribbled her signature across pages and pages of paperwork that had piled up on her desk during the busiest time of year. Her usual short, neatly trimmed caramel hair was in a mess and she had dark bags under her usual bright emerald eyes. She had barely had a break at work, except for when her secretary and best friend forced her to go home and get some sleep. They were right in the middle of finalising a deal with a gemstone company who mined pink diamonds, and Sakura could not let the chance slip through her fingers. Frazzled, she picked up the phone and held it between her ear and shoulder.
"Yes?" she quipped.
"It's about the meeting tomorrow morning-it's been cancelled." Came the sweet voice of Tomoyo Daidouji.
Sakura frowned. She hoped that they weren't about to lose a great business deal. "What? Why? Tomoyo, that meeting is important! What-"
"It was due to a family affair. Mr Hasami's daughter passed away this morning." Tomoyo replied calmly.
Sakura stopped what she was doing as she absorbed the news. Mr Hasami's daughter had been ill with cancer for years, and it was heartbreaking that the child had been robbed of her future.
"Oh god... please organise some flowers for the funeral on behalf of Amamiya Jewels. I can't even begin to imagine what the poor man is going through." Sakura answered and started scrawling across the page again.
"Okay, I'll do that." Tomoyo answered.
"Thank you." Sakura murmured and then hung up the phone to continue her work.
But she was interrupted moments later when Tomoyo barged into her office.
"Tomoyo, I-"
Tomoyo frowned and pointed at the clock, her amethyst eyes blazing. "Have you seen the time?"
Sakura looked over at the clock hanging on her wall to find it was six thirty.
"Tomoyo, I have to get these done..."
"Sakura, It's a Friday night. It can wait." Tomoyo huffed, "Besides, you PROMISED me and the girls we would go out clubbing tonight! Or did you forget it was Chiharu's hen's night?"
Sakura felt a stab of guilt through her heart. It was true that she had promised Tomoyo that they would go out with Chiharu and Naoko. She looked at her desk feeling guilty.
Tomoyo sighed, "Besides, you really need it. Eriol and Yamazaki are supposed to be coming as well."
Sakura put her pen down and stood. "Alright. If I really have to, I can always do these papers early Monday."
Tomoyo smiled widely. "Fantastic! Come on-we need to eat dinner and get ready!" she said, ushering Sakura out of the office before she could change her mind.
"It's going to be great-this will be the first real fun you've had since you broke up with your ex six months ago."
Sakura felt herself smile. "I guess I've been neglecting my friends a bit, haven't I? I'm so sorry."
Tomoyo laughed and linked arms with her. "You can make it up to me by forgetting about work and enjoying your night, okay? Chiharu will certainly love you for it."
Sakura felt herself laugh, "Oh, Tomoyo."
Sakura and Tomoyo had grown up together with Chiharu and Naoko, and as a result, they were all very close. Though, the friendship Sakura and Tomoyo shared was a lot more like the bond between sisters. Tomoyo was very perceptive and Sakura often didn't need to tell her anything, because Tomoyo knew Sakura like she knew the back of her hand.
And, often Tomoyo was the one who had to make sure she was looking after herself properly. After all, Sakura tended to over dedicate herself to her work, which while in some cases it was good, it was really very unhealthy-especially since her breakup.
"Okay," Tomoyo chirped, "What should we have for dinner?"
"Are we ordering out or are we cooking?" Sakura asked.
"Oh, we are definitely cooking missy." Tomoyo laughed. "How about omelettes?"
"Sure, I haven't eaten one of those in a while."
Tomoyo snorted. "If it weren't for me cooking meals for you, you'd be ordering take out at work every bloody night."
Sakura rolled her eyes in a good-natured manner. "What would I ever do without you?"
"Work yourself into an early grave, my dear." Tomoyo retorted as she started the car. Sakura laughed.
...
Syaoran sat on the couch in his hotel room twiddling his pencil in his fingers but was unable to make a single mark on his sketch pad. Part of the reason he had come all the way to Japan from Hong Kong had been to get a change of scenery and hopefully find some new inspiration for his art-lately he'd been struggling with severe art block and all of his usual methods of trying to get through it were not working.
The other reason he had come to Japan was to attend the wedding of his one of his best friends, Takashi Yamazaki. He wasn't supposed to arrive until tomorrow, but his distant cousin-who was another of his closest friends-had convinced him it would do him some good to get away from everything at home and have some fun.
Frustrated, Syaoran tossed his sketch pad on the cushion next to him and placed his pencil behind his ear, then stood up to make himself a cup of hot coffee. He had no idea why his cousin had been so insistent on him arriving a day early-he hadn't even seen or heard from the man since he arrived. It was just like him, too. Syaoran shook his head as he poured his coffee.
"Hey, Syaoran!" came a familiar voice.
Syaoran turned around, wondering how on earth Eriol had managed to get into his hotel room. He frowned as the man walked into the kitchen area-Eriol was his height with pale skin and dark hair. His eyes were a sapphire colour that sparkled with mischief and sitting on his nose were a pair of round glasses. His English lineage was plain as day.
Spotting Syaoran's coffee, he raised his brow. "You're really drinking that crap?"
"Why are you here?" Syaoran countered.
"Chiharu and the girls are going clubbing tonight-they asked Yamazaki and myself to come along, so I thought I'd drag you along too." Eriol replied.
Syaoran frowned. "So that's why you had me come a day early."
His cousin grinned, "Come on-it will be fun. You need to loosen up a little, especially since you're experiencing art block."
Syaoran thought it over in his head. Eriol had a point.
"...Okay." He agreed reluctantly.
"Great-Let's go." Eriol chirped, "I still need to pick up Yamazaki."
"Just let me grab my things." Syaoran said before downing his coffee. He set the mug down on the table and then moved to pull on his shoes, grabbed his wallet and stuffed his room key in his pocket. Once he was ready, they left.
...
Sakura looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a white strapless dress with a sweetheart neckline that hugged her gentle curves and stopped midway down her thighs. Every time they went clubbing, Tomoyo always made her wear similar clothing, and she honestly wasn't sure if she would ever get used to it. She was often embarrassed about wearing such clothing, but she never protested against wearing it. She did like the way she looked in the dress, and she loved the design Tomoyo had made just for her, but she hated attracting too much attention. Which was exactly what this sort of clothing did.
"Tomoyo, the boys will be with us, right?" she said nervously.
"Yep-Eriol texted me just now to let me know he was bringing his friend along. He said that he's a close friend of Yamazaki's too." Tomoyo answered as she applied make-up to her face.
Sakura wasn't a fan of wearing make-up, so she avoided using it every day, but for some occasions, she usually wore a bit of eye liner and mascara with a little bit of lip gloss.
"Is this the guy who is a distant relation of Eriol's?"
"Yep."
Sakura couldn't help but wonder what they were like, but was snapped away from her thoughts when Tomoyo's phone went off.
"Oh, Rika's here to pick us up."
"Guess we should head down, then."
Tomoyo chucked her lipstick in her purse and grabbed her keys, "Right, let's go!"
They both headed down the stairs and out the door to find their friend standing at her black Mercedes-Rika looked up and waved, her red lips curving up into a smile.
"Hey!"
"Hey Rika-thanks for picking us up." Sakura greeted.
Rika smiled sweetly, "Not at all. I'm not likely to drink much."
"Unlike us!" Chiharu called out the window.
Sakura and Tomoyo laughed.
"I think you mean you and Tomoyo." Sakura retorted as she slipped into the back seat, while Tomoyo slipped in the other side.
"At least Tomoyo can hold her liquor." Rika giggled, making the rest of the girls laugh.
"Where's Naoko?" Sakura asked.
"She has an urgent deadline to meet, so she won't be with us tonight." Chiharu sighed.
"Oh, that's a shame." Tomoyo said.
"Yeah-there's always next time, though." Rika shrugged as she drove.
"So, Chiharu-how are your wedding nerves? Tomorrow is the big day, after all." Tomoyo smiled.
"Right now, I'm feeling fine, but I just know tomorrow I'll be so stressed." Chiharu groaned. "So, let's just ignore the wedding for tonight and have fun."
"Sounds like a plan." Sakura grinned.
As soon as the girls stepped out of the car, they could already hear the heavy base pulsing through the ground from the club. They each made their way inside, finding the men they were looking for where they had said they would meet at.
Standing with Yamazaki and Eriol was someone Sakura had never seen before. He was Eriol's height and had a muscular build, with an oval shaped face and striking amber eyes. His chestnut brown hair was messy and sitting behind his ear was a grey lead pencil.
"Hey girls!" Yamazaki greeted over the loud music.
"Hey! Who's your friend?" Tomoyo replied.
"This is Syaoran," Eriol replied.
Syaoran smiled politely, "It's nice to meet you."
His eyes landed on Sakura and their eyes met. Sakura felt something stir within her, and Syaoran was having a similar reaction to her. Tomoyo, Chiharu and Rika looked at each other with sly grins.
"I'm going to go dance," Rika called over the music. "What about you guys?"
"I'll come join you!" Tomoyo replied.
"Great!"
Eriol looked to Yamazaki, "Want to go upstairs and play pool?"
"Sure. Why don't you two hang out?" Yamazaki said to Syaoran and Sakura, who were still staring at each other.
Syaoran and Sakura both snapped away from their little trance.
"What-" they both started but were cut off.
"See you later!" Eriol and Yamazaki called back as they disappeared towards the stairs.
Syaoran rolled his eyes. He knew what they were trying to do. Sakura shifted her feet awkwardly and she smiled up at him.
"It's nice to meet you-I'm Sakura, one of Chiharu's best friends." She introduced herself. "I'm going to grab myself a drink-would you like one?"
Syaoran hesitated and for a moment, Sakura was sure he was going to decline.
"Sure." He replied.
Sakura smiled brightly up at him, catching him off guard, and then turned to head over to the bar with a little bounce in her step. Syaoran wasn't sure if it was because she was interested in him or if she was just happy that he wasn't ignoring her. He followed after her and took a seat on one of the stools next to her.
"Vodka sunrise, please." Sakura spoke to the bar attendant, who then looked to Syaoran.
"I'll have the same." He said.
They stood in awkward silence. Syaoran eyed her out the corner of his eye; she was a beautiful woman, at least in his eyes. Her bright emerald eyes sparkled with life and her smile lit up the room around her. He took in her gentle curves and pale skin and the way her dress hugged her body. Just watching her made him want to paint.
"Here are your drinks." The attendant smiled as she slid the drinks over to them.
"Thank you," Sakura pulled out some money and handed it over to the woman.
"You don't have to pay for me-" Syaoran protested but Sakura shook her head.
"Please, it's really not a problem. Besides, I want to." She answered.
When she put it that way, it was hard to say no. He nodded and she waited for the attendant to give her the change. After putting her money back in her purse, Sakura took a sip of her drink before turning back to him. She raised her brow upon noticing the pencil behind his ear.
"Um... behind your ear."
Syaoran lifted his hand and realised he had forgotten about the pencil he left behind his ear out of force of habit.
"Oh, yeah, that's pretty normal for me." He confessed.
She looked confused, "It is? How come?"
"It's so I always have something on me that I can draw with."
"Do you do some kind of design for work?" she then asked curiously.
"I'm an artist."
Sakura's face lit up. "Oh wow! That's amazing!"
Syaoran felt his face turn red. Plenty of people had said similar things to him in the past when they learned about his occupation, but he had never really paid much attention to them. Why was it different with her?
"Not really..." he blushed.
"I wonder if I've ever seen some of your art before? What type of art do you practice?" She chirped.
"A bit of everything, I guess. Most of it is realism though." He answered.
"That's amazing! Are you working on anything at the moment?"
He shook his head. "I'm currently dealing with some art block."
Sakura's face fell, "Oh dear... Hopefully it will go away. I've seen Tomoyo go through creativity block for her clothing design before. I know it varies from person to person, but I know it's frustrating, regardless."
Syaoran detected no hint of false feeling behind her words, only sincerity. It was comforting not having someone try and sort out his problems for him like they knew everything.
He smiled, "Yeah, it is frustrating. Eriol convinced me to come to Japan for a change of scenery to help with it."
"So, you're not here for the wedding?" she asked.
"I am-I wasn't supposed to arrive until tomorrow, though. I got here today." Syaoran replied.
Sakura smiled, "Did you meet Yamazaki and Chiharu through your work?"
"No, we met through university." Syaoran replied, "We shared a few classes with each other."
"I grew up with them," Sakura smiled, "We've all known each other since elementary school. Well-Tomoyo met Eriol through a work function."
"I know," he laughed, "He doesn't shut up about her."
Sakura burst out laughing. "If we're not careful, those two will be married before we know it."
"Tomoyo and Eriol?"
"Yeah."
He smiled, "Yeah, you're probably right."
"What about you?" Sakura asked.
Syaoran furrowed his brow, "What?"
"Don't you have any grand plans for the future?" she elaborated.
He shook his head, "No, not really. I don't have a partner." Besides, he wasn't actively seeking out someone to spend his life with, either. He figured things would fall into place as they happened.
"Well, that makes two of us." Sakura smiled.
"Hey Sakura!" Chiharu called out as she approached, looking rather drunk, "Come dance with us!"
"Oh grief, she's been doing shots again." Sakura finished off the rest of her drink and smiled at Syaoran, "I'll see you later."
He watched as she went and caught Chiharu, who was giggling her head off, and met up with Tomoyo and Rika. He then grabbed a napkin from the pile on the counter and removed his pencil from behind his ear to do a quick sketch.
Chiharu pulled Sakura to the side and immediately started to interrogate her about her conversation with Syaoran. Somehow, Sakura knew it was coming and had already prepared herself.
"We just met," she said, "There's nothing between us."
"Uhuh, sure. We saw the way the two of you were looking at each other." Rika teased.
"Aren't they sitting together tomorrow night?" Tomoyo asked Chiharu.
"If I remember correctly, yes." Chiharu answered.
"Chiharu, you're not really drunk, are you?" Sakura rolled her eyes.
"I'm a bit tipsy," Chiharu replied, "But not smashed. Yet."
"Oh, don't drink too much tonight-you'll regret it tomorrow!" Rika fussed.
"You're such a mum." Chiharu laughed, and Sakura and Tomoyo joined.
"Let's do some more shots!" Chiharu announced. "I'm getting married!"
"Yeah!" The girls all cheered and laughed before heading back over to the bar.
Syaoran jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he looked over to see Yamazaki wearing a huge grin.
"You seemed to be having a good time with Kinomoto."
Syaoran breathed a sigh of relief. "You scared the shit out of me."
"Sorry-didn't mean to. Anyway, what do you think of her?"
"She's pretty." Syaoran shrugged.
Yamazaki raised his brow. "She's pretty? That's all?"
"What do you want me to say?" Syaoran frowned.
"Are you interested in her?" Yamazaki pushed.
"We just met."
"So?"
Syaoran shrugged. "Well...she is interesting I guess..."
"Good, because you're both sitting together tomorrow night." Yamazaki laughed, "Why don't you come and play pool with us?"
Syaoran nodded and slid his pencil back behind his ear before stuffing the napkin in his pocket. Then, he stood and followed his friend over to where Eriol was waiting.
...
They left the club at midnight. Chiharu and the girls had managed to pace themselves with their drinking throughout the night, so they weren't completely drunk when they parted ways with the men. The girls had arranged previously to stay at Tomoyo's for the night and would get ready for the wedding at her house. It was easier for them since they didn't have to coordinate too many things or figure out what time to be at someone's house.
Eriol and Yamazaki dropped Syaoran off at his hotel. He was a little tipsy-he'd had two drinks and a couple of shots, but that was about it. He didn't really fancy showing up at his friend's wedding with one hell of a hangover.
As he entered his hotel room, he flicked on the light and emptied his pockets, pulling out the napkin he'd been drawing on at the club. It was a small sketch of Sakura's face-having drawn it on a napkin and then stuffing it into his pocket, though, had smudged some parts of it. He walked over to the couch and picked up his sketch book, slipping the napkin into the back of the book. He wondered if Sakura had felt it too-if she had felt the pull between them. He wasn't sure how he felt about it just yet. Part of it excited him, while the other half of him felt afraid. He shook his head of his thoughts and moved to get changed, and then headed to bed.
...
After a stressful morning of having hair and make-up done along with getting into dresses and suits, the wedding ceremony went quite smoothly. The girls in the bridal party were all wearing pale yellow dresses made of chiffon and satin, and all held bouquets of pale pink roses, while the men in the groom's party wore black tuxedos and matching yellow ties.
Their photos took a few hours to complete. Sakura and Syaoran ended up having a few photos together, much to their amusement.
"I believe this is the first time we've been able to talk since the ceremony." Sakura said as they waited for the photographer.
"You're right." Syaoran smiled, "Though I do believe we're being put together on purpose by those two."
Sakura looked over at Chiharu and Yamazaki, both of whom looked like they were the happiest couple alive. She smiled.
"I don't really mind." She confessed, a small blush on her cheeks.
Syaoran felt his own cheeks warm as he heard her words.
"Does it bother you?" she then asked him.
"At first it sort of did, but I don't mind so much anymore." He confessed.
Sakura looked up at him with surprise, but before she could reply, the photographer called for their attention.
Between having the wedding photos taken and being pulled into conversations with other guests, they didn't get another chance to speak until the reception party where they were seated next to each other.
"They look so happy together." Sakura smiled. "I'm happy for them."
"Chiharu is one hell of a woman to be able to deal with his antics." Syaoran replied, making Sakura burst out laughing.
"I remember when I was younger, I use to fall for his lies all of the time." She said.
"He caught me a few times." Syaoran confessed, "During Uni, I mean."
Sakura laughed again. "I hate to admit it, but sometimes I still fall for them."
"Really?"
She nodded, embarrassed.
"Sakura! Smile!" Tomoyo called out to her.
Sakura and Syaoran both turned their attention to the woman who was taking photos and smiled as she took a photo. She gave them a thumbs up before moving on to her next target.
"Do you know Tomoyo well?" Sakura asked.
He shook his head. "I've heard a few things about her through Eriol, but this is the first time I have met her."
"I'm surprised Eriol didn't introduce the two of you sooner."
"We've both been really busy, and there haven't been many chances for me to come to Japan." Syaoran shrugged.
"That does make sense." Sakura agreed. "Oh, it looks like Chiharu and Yamazaki are going to dance."
Syaoran looked over at the newlywed couple as soft music began to play. Tomoyo was busy recording the couple as they danced to the gentle sway of the music, while Sakura watched them with a big smile on her face. She was truly happy for them, and she felt blessed to be able to be a part of the celebration with them and so many others.
As others began to join them, Syaoran turned back to Sakura. Their eyes met, and again they could feel that persistent tug between them.
"Would you like to dance?" he asked her.
"I'd love to." She replied as she took his hand.
He led her over to the dance floor and pulled her to him, one hand holding hers and the other hand resting on her hip. As they danced together, it felt like everything else around them seemed to slip away, leaving just the two of them, lost in each other's eyes.
Sakura found herself wondering about him-what he liked, what he loved, what he hated. Syaoran wondered much the same about her. They were snapped out of their trance, though, when someone barricaded into them; the woman apologised profusely, looking thoroughly embarrassed, and then hurried away. Sakura and Syaoran looked at each other before they both burst out laughing.
"They're about to cut the cake," Sakura said after she caught her breath, "We should go and sit back down."
"Good idea," he laughed as he gently placed his hand on the small of her back to guide her over to the table.
The room erupted with cheers when the bride and groom cut the cake. Everyone was served a slice of the vanilla and strawberry cake for dessert, and the rest of the evening was full of entertainment, dancing and laughter.
It wasn't until well after midnight that everyone was leaving to head home; Tomoyo was very drunk and Eriol had to take her home, apologising to Syaoran for leaving him on short notice. Rika had left earlier as she had some family matters to tend to in the morning, leaving Sakura with Syaoran.
Thankfully, Sakura had driven herself and Tomoyo to the venue, so she had no issues with getting home, but Syaoran on the other hand...
"I guess I should call a taxi." He said.
"I don't mind dropping you off at your hotel." Sakura offered, "It's no trouble."
Syaoran looked conflicted for a moment, unsure if he should accept her offer or not. She was being kind, and from what he had learnt about her the last few hours, she did not expect anything in return.
He smiled. "I'd really appreciate that."
"Great-which hotel?"
"The Grand." He replied.
"That's not too far away." She smiled, "Let's go."
They headed for her car and slid into their seats. Sakura removed her gold heels and threw them in the back seat, her feet aching from wearing them all night, and then turned the key.
The drive was quiet for the most part. Though, Sakura did regret not having changed her clothes back at the venue as her dress kept getting in the way.
Syaoran couldn't help but notice her constant adjustment of her skirts, making him wonder if she really needed to use the bathroom.
"Is everything okay?" he asked.
"Sorry," she smiled, "I wish I had changed out of this dress earlier. It's very frustrating to drive around in."
"Oh." He said, "You have a spare change of clothes?"
"It was more of a precaution, in case something happened." She confessed, "I can be quite clumsy sometimes."
Syaoran laughed. "So, I've learnt."
Sakura's face turned red as she remembered how she had stepped on his toes multiple times throughout the night.
"I'm so embarrassed..." she confessed.
Syaoran laughed again. She pulled into the car park and parked her car with a small sigh.
"Here we are."
"Yes... here we are..." Syaoran murmured. "Did you want to come inside and change?"
Sakura looked up at him with surprise. "Are you sure that's okay?"
"It's fine," he smiled.
She returned his smile, "I would appreciate that."
After grabbing her bag, they headed into the hotel together and made their way up to Syaoran's room. Syaoran flicked on the light and Sakura looked around for the bathroom, spotting it across the room.
"Um... would you mind if I had a shower?" Sakura asked awkwardly.
"Go ahead." He shrugged, not particularly bothered. Maybe it was because he was tired or because of the wine, but he really didn't care.
She breathed a sigh of relief, "I won't be long."
Leaving her bag by the door without really thinking, Sakura headed straight for the shower. The only thing on her mind was removing the make up on her face and refreshing herself. It was late, after all, and her feet hurt like crazy. She stripped herself of her clothes in the bathroom and immediately turned the faucet for the hot water, adjusting it to her desired temperature, and she sighed in bliss.
While Sakura showered, Syaoran removed his jacket and tie, untucked his shirt and loosened a few buttons. He sat down on the edge of the bed to kick off his shoes and ran his fingers through his hair.
He wasn't really sure what he was doing. If there was one thing he knew, it was that he was definitely attracted to Sakura, and that she was attracted to him. He knew that if she wanted sex, he would give it to her. But he knew that she had not come into his hotel room with sex on her mind. He knew he was attractive-back in Hong Kong, he usually had girls making passes at him or trying desperately to get his attention, and he ignored every one of them.
But there was something about Sakura...
Was it because she had an air of innocence?
He had no idea. But he definitely wanted her.
Having washed herself thoroughly, Sakura shut off the water and wrapped herself in a towel before stepping out onto the bathmat. She looked at herself in the mirror, wondering if she looked okay, and smiled.
Wait.
Why was she so concerned about how she looked? She locked eyes with herself in the mirror. Sakura knew she wanted the man outside the door. She knew she was attracted to him, and while it scared her a little, it excited her even more.
She was used to having men try and seduce her. She was used to having them come after her and her fortune. There were times where she wondered if they even saw her as an attractive woman and not some money bag, but she knew they didn't care.
But she knew the way Syaoran looked at her was not the same as those other men. After all, he knew nothing about her work, and she had made it a point to keep it that way in fear he would come after her for her money.
She knew he could make her feel like a woman.
She smiled at herself and shook her head. She was being a despicable woman, thinking of that. But she knew that if he wanted her, she would give herself to him.
Turning away from the mirror, she looked for her bag on the floor, but then remembered she had left it out in the room. Her cheeks turned pink as she realised she had to walk out in nothing but her towel which barely covered her ass. She shrugged, then turned the knob and opened the door.
Her breath was knocked from her lungs when she saw him standing by the window with his shirt untucked and the first few buttons undone, revealing his collar bones and chest. He had one hand in his pocket while the other rested at his side.
Having heard the door open, Syaoran turned and his eyes landed on her. She shivered as he took in her form, his eyes taking in her appearance. Her long, shapely legs, wide hips, full round breasts that were barely covered by her towel and her round shoulders and sharp collar bones, all the way up to her face.
His name escaped her lips.
"Syaoran..."
It happened in a blur. His lips crashed to hers in a fierce passion and she kissed him back just as hard, winding her arms around his neck and threading her fingers through his dark hair as he pressed her body closer to his.
He licked her lower lip in a silent plea for entry, which she immediately granted. He enticed her tongue to dance with his, while one hand thread through the hairs at the base of her neck and his other slid down her back and over her ass.
A moan crawled up the back of her throat, and she parted to look at him breathlessly. Their lust for each other was mirrored in their eyes, and it was obvious that they both wanted each other badly. But even so, she asked anyway.
"Is this okay?"
"Yeah," he breathed, "Unless you don't want to?"
"Oh, I definitely want to." She breathed before clashing her lips against his once again.
The rest was followed by animalistic frenzy. Sakura finished unbuttoning his shirt and he shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor, then she started working on the buckle of his belt, fumbling it out of the loops completely as they staggered over to the bed. He tugged her towel away from her body to reveal her perfect figure, the back of her knees hitting the edge of the bed. She fell back into the sheets with him nestled between her legs; she reached between them to undo the button and zip of his pants and pushed them and his boxers down with her toes.
Syaoran gently cupped one of her breasts in one hand, squeezing and massaging the mound gently, while his lips lavished attention at her collar bone. He nipped her flesh, leaving a mark, and trailed his lips down to the valley between her breasts. Sakura moaned softly beneath his caresses, arching her back to his touch; as he continued trailing kisses down her body, Sakura wondered what his intentions were. He seemed to hesitate for a minute, but quickly gained the courage and confidence to dip his finger between her folds, finding she was already wet.
Sakura blushed, feeling a little embarrassed, but Syaoran seemed unfazed if not pleased. His finger brushed against her sensitive bundle of nerves causing her to gasp, but nothing prepared her for what happened next.
He ducked his head between her legs and drew a long, slow lick before lavishing attention on her sensitive pearl. Her breath came out in a breathy moan and she dug her fingers into the sheets. Something began to stir in her abdomen, similar to a coil winding tighter and tighter, but just before it burst, he stopped in favour of pushing his tongue inside her.
There was something pleasing about knowing he could make her feel so good. Each of her moans made his want for her to grow even greater, but he was patient. He wanted her to never forget this experience-he wanted her to remember him.
"S-Syaoran...!" she moaned heavily, her toes curling with the pleasure that racked her body.
He dipped his finger between her folds once again and rolled her clit beneath his finger while he continued his ministrations with his tongue.
It didn't take long for the pressure building in her abdomen to return. With each of his caresses, the tighter it wound, until finally it burst. She cried out his name as her muscles seized, and a rush of fluid spread between her legs.
He wiped his mouth before he leant over her body; Sakura gently cupped his face before bringing him closer to kiss him. Her other hand curled around his stiff, pulsing member and she guided him to her core. He rubbed the head of his penis up and down the entrance of her slit before he carefully pushed aside her wet, hot walls.
He groaned at the sensation and almost came then and there, but he managed to stop himself, and he carefully continued until he was fully sheathed inside her. Sakura clutched Syaoran's body as close as she possibly could, her fingers once again threading through his hair.
"I want you," she moaned breathlessly.
He smiled against her lips.
"Really?" he asked huskily.
"Yes-ah..." a moan cut off the rest of her reply as he started moving inside her.
He maintained a slow but steady pace; Sakura trailed her free hand across his upper back, feeling his bunching muscles beneath his skin. She had never felt such pleasure during sex, even with her previous boyfriends, but for some reason despite only knowing him for two days, having sex with Syaoran made her feel complete. It was strange, and she knew that if she were to tell that to Tomoyo, Tomoyo would look at her like she was crazy. But Sakura knew she would have no regrets sleeping with Syaoran.
"Faster," she breathed in his ear, and he obliged. Syaoran picked up the pace, his breathing hot and heavy in her ear. She mewled and clutched his body harder, and as soon as he adjusted his hips, he started striking something deep within her that made her cry out with ecstasy. A thin layer of sweat covered their bodies and small beads rolled down Syaoran's neck and back. Sakura bit down on his shoulder in an attempt to quieten her moans, worried that they would be disturbing the other guests. Syaoran ignored the pain-it was nothing compared to the pleasure he was feeling.
Once again, Sakura felt that familiar pressure building in her abdomen again, but this time is was more torture. The pressure was tantalising, causing her body to shudder with each breath she took, with each thrust he gave. Her breath came in gasps and ragged breaths as the coil wound tighter and tighter and tighter, until finally it burst. Her muscles clamped down on his member so hard she wanted to keep him inside forever; the sensation of her muscles seizing around him brought him toppling over the edge, and Syaoran came inside her.
After a few minutes, when he caught his breath, he rolled off her body as he didn't want to crush her and pulled the sheets up over their bodies as they lay in the sheets catching their breath.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
Sakura looked over at him, wondering if he was concerned about his performance. She watched his eyes run over her upper body that still lay visible, admiring his work on her. He had a feeling he knew what he wanted to paint next-a series of works that would definitely deviate from his usual gentle touch.
She smiled up at him. "I don't think words can describe how amazing that was."
He raised his brow in amusement, but he was also very pleased to hear that response from her mouth.
"Well," He murmured, "Perhaps art can."
Sakura smiled. "Perhaps it can."
He watched as her eyelids began to droop, and she soon fell into a peaceful slumber. Syaoran remained awake for a while, busy etching her graceful form into his memory. He made a mental note to give her his contact details in the morning before he left, and soon fell asleep beside her.
...
The sound of Sakura's phone going off startled her awake in the morning, causing her to look around for the device in a frenzy. She stumbled out of the bed and over to where her bag lay by the door, frantically searching for the phone to silence it.
Thankfully it stopped ringing as soon as she found it, and a few seconds later a text came through from Tomoyo.
-sorry for the urgency, but you need to come into work ASAP. The guy is here to talk with you about the deal.-
Sakura looked over her shoulder to see if she had accidentally woken Syaoran and was relieved to find he was still sound asleep. Although she didn't want to leave without saying goodbye, the work matter was urgent, and she had to. So, she reluctantly pulled on the pair of jeans she had in her bag and then her bra and blouse. She rummaged around in her bag for her purse and breathed a sigh of relief when she found what she was looking for; she pulled out one of her business cards with her contact details on it and walked over to the bed, scribbling a small note on the back of it, and left the card on the pillow. She stole one last look at his sleeping face and felt the familiar tug in her lower abdomen.
Her phone buzzed again. In a panic, she hurried over to her bag and picked it up before rushing out the door.
...
When Syaoran woke, the first thing he noticed was the absence of Sakura's body. He rolled over to find she was no longer there and sat up to investigate his surroundings. But there was still no sign of her. He sighed heavily with disappointment, but then something caught his eye. He looked over to find a card with a note on it from her. It was short but got the message across.
-see you again soon? Xx-
He turned the card over to find her contact details for her work, discovering that she was the president of one of the largest jewellery companies in Japan.
He spotted another thing she had left behind-her dress-and briefly wondered how she could have forgotten something so obvious. He shrugged, stood, and headed to shower.
After he was dressed and had everything packed, He waited for Eriol to pick him up to head to the airport. As he left japan, he looked at Sakura's card once again before tucking it safely in his pocket. He had every intention of seeing her again.
And that's the first chapter and entirely intentional to kick start the story and is not pointless smut (for once) lmao
I felt like swapping their roles-i often see that Syaoran is the owner of a business or company and sakura is a secretary hahaha. Let me know what you think :) No flames please