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Chapter Forty-one

On the sly

Sakura arrived almost breathlessly at the philology library, which was on the first floor of the building. She entered with her backpack on her back and started to look for Syaoran among the students sitting around and reading their notes at the tables, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Somewhat confused, she made her way to the area that was filled with shelves full of books in every language imaginable. She nibbled on her lip, hoping that nothing bad had happened to him. She began to imagine things, from him suffering from a sugar crash after the match to him getting in trouble with a classmate.

Sakura lost herself in the book-lined corridors, still looking for him. She was starting to get desperate, she was nearing the end of the library and only had two aisles left to check.

She reached the last one as she pulled her mobile phone out of her pocket to call Syaoran, worried. Arms came out of nowhere and grabbed her, dragging her inside.

Sakura suddenly found herself with her back against the shelves. He stood in front of her, watching her with the same smoldering gaze he had when they had said goodbye a few minutes before.

Syaoran held her tightly around the waist and kissed her desperately, causing several books to fall to the floor. Sakura gasped in surprise and put her hands on his shoulders, forcing him to pull away from her slightly.

"Syaoran, what are you doing!" she protested quietly.

He didn't stop, attacking her neck with his lips.

"I need you, I can't wait any longer. I haven't been able to touch you and kiss you as much as I want to for too many days," he whispered between kisses and nibbles.

Sakura sighed in defeat. The smell of his cologne always made her a little groggy. She ran her hands up to his hair and tugged a little, making him move away from her throat. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him passionately for a few seconds, after which she pulled away and sighed again.

"I want this too, but someone will come and we'll get kicked out if they see us like this. We have to wait until tonight, we can sleep together in my room."

Syaoran leaned over her and buried his nose in her hair, breathing in sharply.

"Come with me," he said, grabbing one of her hands.

He hurried her out of the library, heading for the stairs of the building.

"Where are we going?" she asked as they went upstairs.

"To the top floor," he replied, tugging on her arm to make her walk faster.

When they arrived, Sakura saw that there didn't seem to be anyone around.

"What's here, Syaoran?"

"Professos' offices and rooms for exhibitions or meetings. It's hardly ever crowded," he mumbled without pausing.

He led her to the women's restrooms and entered, pausing for a moment to check that no one was there. His lips curved as he saw that they were alone and he pushed Sakura against one of the cubicles, stepping in behind her and bolting the door shut. She stumbled over the toilet and her backpack fell to the floor, but Syaoran caught her in his arms in time, sinking his face into her neck and pulling her tight against him.

"You're crazy," she whispered as she felt his tongue run over her skin while his hands caressed her back.

"Take a good look, Sakura. These bathrooms are totally clean because no one uses them... and we'll be alone here," he said, leaving her coat on the hanger by the door.

She looked around and saw that he was right. The toilet seat was closed and everything looked too clean, as if it hadn't been used in a long time. Syaoran laid his coat over Sakura's and kissed her deeply again as he unbuttoned her blouse with trembling fingers.

She sighed between his lips and decided to let herself go, slipping her hands under his shirt.

He growled softly and broke the kiss for a moment, just long enough to leave their clothes on the hanger next to their coats. After giving her a wicked grin, he launched himself at her again, their tongues entwining.

Syaoran ran his hands up her bare back, slipping them under her bra and following the fabric of the underwear to the front. Sakura gasped as she noticed where his hands were and brought one of her hands down, slipping it inside his clothing and stroking his skin as she caught his bottom lip with her teeth, releasing all the desire she'd had built up for several hours.

She gasped again when one of his hands lifted her skirt.

"I love that you almost always wear a skirt," he murmured between kisses.

Syaoran gently pulled her knickers aside and rubbed her core with his fingers, eliciting a moan from her throat.

"But... wait, we don't have protection," she whispered with her eyes closed.

Sakura felt two of his fingers inside her and bit her lip to keep from moaning again. Syaoran pulled back a little so he could look at her, smiling mischievously, and with one hand he pulled his wallet out of his trousers pocket.

"I always have two in here, just in case we need them."

He pulled out a condom and brought it up to his mouth, tearing the wrapper with his teeth.

Her hands tingled with how much she wanted to touch him at that moment. She snaked her arms around him and turned around, pushing him down so he had to sit on the toilet, and claimed his lips as she unzipped his trousers.

Syaoran smirked in the middle of the kiss, putting on the condom without pulling away from her lips. Sakura sat on his lap, dropping one leg to either side, and he pushed her knickers aside with his fingers again.

They both gasped as he sank into her and Sakura wrapped her arms around his shoulders, burying her hands in his hair. Syaoran held her hips, pressing down as she moved and still kissing her.

"Fuck, Sakura... this is too much. I'm not going to last long," he whispered, lowering his head to her neck.

She felt like she was about to explode, too. That feeling just gor worse when his hand once again found its way to her core, touching that spot that he knew was her undoing.

Sakura closed her eyes and rested her cheek on his hair, enjoying his scent as she felt his lips moving down her body. She tried to control herself not to make a sound as he pushed her white bra aside and started to spread kisses around her body.

Her legs were trembling. She kept moving and Syaoran kept stroking her just above where their bodies met.

Hot and pleasurable twinges erupted and Sakura shuddered, clinging tighter to him. Feeling her spasms, Syaoran couldn't help but let go as well.

She opened her eyes as she felt a much stronger bite on her chest. Syaoran sought her mouth in agony and they melted into a kiss, letting their bodies calm down and their temperature return to normal.

When their breathing slowed, Sakura pulled away to look into his eyes. He stroked her face, pressing their foreheads together.

"Don't think this is enough. You'll be mine again tonight."

Sakura let out a giggle, but closed her mouth when she heard the bathroom door. Someone had just entered.

Syaoran put a finger to his lips and they both fell silent. They heard water running in the sink and then the sound of footsteps came back towards the door, walking outside. The two exchanged a glance and began to laugh quietly.

"Thank gods. If she had come in earlier, she would have caught us," Sakura whispered.

Syaoran placed a hand on the back of her neck and pulled her to him, trapping her lips between his. He flicked his tongue across them and then he entered her mouth, devouring her slowly.

Her hands trembled and she clutched his neck tightly again. A minute later, Syaoran broke the kiss and gazed down at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes, fitting her bra tightly.

"I think the first class of the afternoon has already started. Do you want to go to the cafeteria for a while?"

She glanced at her watch and her eyes widened in panic.

"Syaoran! The teachers won't let us in now!"

He rolled his eyes.

"Relax, it's okay for us to miss a class."

Sakura grimaced and stood up, fixing her skirt. He got to his feet as well and they gots dressed, listening to any strange sounds to make sure if it was safe to leave the bathroom.

Sakura went out first, peeking out into the hallway. It was still completely empty, so she let Syaoran know he could come out.

He put an arm around her shoulders and started walking with her towards the lift. When they got on, he pressed the ground floor button and gave her a sidelong glance.

"You're a very bad girl," he murmured, leaving a small nibble on her earlobe.

"I'm sorry, but what happened was your idea," she replied, jabbing him in the ribs with a finger.

His other arm twisted her around so that they were facing each other.

"I didn't hear you complain at any point," he said, looking into her green eyes as he softly brushed her lips as he spoke.

Sakura swallowed nervously. She was starting to feel hot again from his breath on her face and the intensity of his gaze.

"Because I wanted this, too," she admitted in a whisper, blushing.

Syaoran pulled away from her with a satisfied smile.

"That's it, I like it when you recognise it," he replied in a teasing voice.

Sakura grunted and he chuckled. Without letting go of her, they walked together to the cafeteria for a drink, making time until the class they had skipped was over.