"When Sex Means a Little More"
Syaoran was gentle and soft with the kiss, taking it slow as his lips caressed hers.
He was surprised when her lips responded to his in the process without any hesitations. They were so full and soft. They were perfect. They fit perfect against his that it all seemed a bit unreal.
He wrapped his arms around her small waist, pulling her body against his gently while he took her lower lip between his, sucking gently.
Their lips caressed and pulled against each other with a soft and gentleness that Syaoran never knew he possessed. He almost liked it as much as the kisses he would normally initiate. But it may have been because these were Sakura's lips.
When they could barely breathe, they pulled their lips apart. They stared in each other's eyes, taking shaky, shallow breaths as their bodies remained meshed together.
He dropped his arms from her waist shakily, feeling his body burn with desire to have her already.
When her hands slid up his arms slowly, causing the hairs on his body to rise as his manhood tightened in his pants, he lost it.
He gently grabbed her head in his hands and pulled her into another kiss, except hot and passionate this time.
His fingers slid to the back of her hair, grabbing a hold of the locks firmly, as his other hand dropped to the small of her back. He pulled her body against his tightly, sucking on her lip a little harder before he swiped his tongue across her lip.
As soon as her mouth opened submissively, but almost hesitantly, his tongue slid between her parted lips, exploring.
Something in the back of his head nagged at him to stop, but the way her tongue responded to his so willingly drowned out the annoying buzz.
He maneuvered their way to the door of his apartment, keeping their tongues tangled in a battle that he was sure to win. He pressed her body into the door with his own, pressing his lips against hers as hard. He removed his hand from her hair, reaching behind in his pocket for the key.
When he found it, he was sure to keep her lips occupied with his own while unlocking the door behind her. He held on to her body before he opened the door so she would not stumble back into the apartment. He closed the door behind him, not bothering to lock it.
For a moment, he kept them at the front door passionately kissing like it would be their last time, until he wanted more. His hands dropped to her rear end, grabbing it firmly.
She released a moan at the sudden act, but he swallowed it with his lips on hers pressed tightly.
She pulled her lips back from the kiss to catch her breath, but he closed the gap between their lips immediately, in fear that she would stop this.
He was afraid that he would not be able to stop himself anymore now that he got a taste of her. He has been wanting this for so long, and for her to stop it would probably crush him.
He hitched her body up, wrapping her slender legs around his waist.
Her legs automatically tightened around him and he took that as his cue to lead them to his bedroom.
The moment he gently placed her on the edge of the bed and looked down at her flushed face, he was sure that he would stop at nothing. Unless she begged him to.
He pushed her to lie back on the bed, locking his lips with hers again in a short, passionate kiss, but she placed her hands on his chest, stopping him.
His heart nearly stopped beating at the act.
"S-Syaoran—"
"No, Sakura. Don't say it, don't tell me to stop," he softly commanded, pushing her further up on the bed so he could climb on top of her.
He placed a kiss on her forehead, travelling down to her lips again so he could kiss her hard.
She only responded back half-heartedly before she pulled back again. "Th-this is wrong—"
"But it feels right," he said, filling the space between their lips again.
"Lie and tell me that it doesn't," he said after pulling back from the kiss, staring in her eyes intensely.
A blush crept to her cheeks and he could no longer hold himself back. He began to place kisses on her ear gently, licking the outline of it seductively.
She moaned softly, placing her hands on his chest again. "Y-you're drunk though—you're not in the correct state of mind right now," she rambled what seemed to be a way of convincing herself that she should not do this.
"I'm not. I am fully aware that there's this...beautiful, sexy woman under me, in my bed, wanting this just as much as I do," he whispered in her ear huskily.
Before she could respond, he took her earlobe between his teeth and bit it a little hard, eliciting a sound of pleasure from her. Or pain. He enjoyed either one, regardless.
"You want this, Sakura," he told her.
"W-we shouldn't be doing this," she said.
"One more time. Let me do this, this last time, and I'll stop," he said, believing that he meant it. It had been twelve weeks since he did this.
He licked the outline of her ear when she said nothing. "Tell me you want this, Sakura," he said in her ear.
Her eyes closed, face appearing deep in thought as her hands rest on his chest now, rather than pushing.
"D-Dr. Li, this is extremely inappropriate for our current situation," she stuttered as Syaoran nibbled gently on her ear.
"This will be the last time I do this, and I'll stop, remember?"
He kissed her in a spot that he knew every woman loved, and from the way she responded, he knew that he had her right where he wanted her.
Her body relaxed under him, hands sliding up to his shoulders.
He felt a little bad, convincing her to do this. She had not called him doctor since the beginning of their encounters, so he knew that she was trying to convince herself not to do this; that he was a doctor, which would remind her that she was his doctor. He had crushed that thought immediately though, which made him feel a little guilty. However, his desire to have her overrode that feeling.
He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for this. He had wanted this for almost three months now, and he was finally getting it. How should he feel about this?
Forgetting all his fears for the moment, he began to slowly kiss down to her neck, licking a few areas that were sensitive.
His lips stopped at the collar of her shirt. With trembling hands, he lifted them to the top of her shirt and began to slowly unbutton each button at a time.
Why was he so nervous?
That question was answered the moment he caught glimpse of a pink, lacy bra under her blouse and he almost came in his pants.
Has he always been this weak?
To distract his mind from vulgar thoughts, he buried his face between her neck and began to suck on the curve where it met her shoulder, hard.
His fingers began to unbutton the shirt quicker now, anticipating to see more of her body.
He pulled her body up, almost ripping the blouse from her body, tearing the last two buttons he had forgotten to unbutton on it.
His lips found hers again in another breathtaking kiss, swallowing each moan that left her mouth. His hands glided up her creamy skin roughly, capturing her right covered breast with his hand firmly.
She turned her head to the side to take a breath as she let out a soft moan, but his other hand moved to her hair, grabbing it tightly to turn her head towards his again so he could capture her lips with his again. He could not stop himself anymore, and the way her lips felt against his made him feel like he needed them to breathe, as ironic as it sounded.
He squeezed her breast again, but gently this time as he slid his tongue past her parted lips, tangling his tongue with hers. He released her hair from the tight grip to feel around her back for the hook of her bra. He unclasped it with ease, releasing the mounds from their confinement.
He pulled back from her lips, staring in her eyes hungrily.
"Tell me. Say you want this—want me," he demanded, lifting both hands to her breasts, squeezing.
She moaned, eyes closing tightly at the sensation he brought to her body. "I—"
She moaned again when his lips began traveling down her face to her neck again. His fingers stopped squeezing, and moved down to her hard nipples, gently pinching them.
"Tell me, Sakura. Say it, or I'll stop," he whispered against her soft skin in the quiet room.
"I do," she said weakly.
His tongue licked further down to her shoulder, and he placed a firm kiss on it before he sucked on it hard, purposely leaving a mark.
His lips moved back to the side of her lower neck and sucked hard, leaving a third mark on her neck.
"You do what, Sakura? Tell me what you want," he said, pinching her nipple harder.
She yelped, causing a smirk to form across his lips against her skin.
"I...I want you," she said breathlessly.
And that was all he needed to hear. Those magical words that set his body on fire, heart racing in a marathon.
He kissed the mark on her neck gently, and dragged his lips further down her body.
He pulled back so he could finally take a glance at her beautiful body.
His eyes immediately landed on her chest. Her pink nipples were taut, begging him to take them between his lips, but he held himself back, just as the jeans were holding his painful erection down.
He let his eyes rake over her exposed skin, noticing how small and petite she is.
He almost regretted the thoughts of his desire to devour her, but what was he to say?
He got a rise out of devouring women.
His eyes stopped at the top of her pants and he had the sudden urge to rip them off.
He felt a soft hand caress his face, snapping him out of his animalistic thoughts.
He looked in her eyes, smiling hesitantly before he began kissing down her body slowly again until he finally came in contact with the swell of her chest.
He kissed between her breasts, moving his lips over to her left breast. Kissing around it, he purposely avoided the pink pebble, teasing her just as she had been doing to him these last few months.
When he felt that she had enough, he took the nipple between his lips and sucked on it gently while rolling his tongue around it.
She moaned, and he looked up to see her eyes closed tightly with her pink lips slightly parted.
He moved his hand up to the other breast and pinched her nipple, studying her facial expressions, almost engraving the look in his brain.
His tongue circled her nipple teasingly, his fingers mimicking his tongue. He was almost high on the sounds that escaped her mouth the more he touched her. He even forgot about his own painful erection due to the pleasure that he got out of giving to her.
What the hell was he becoming? What was she doing to him?
This is not...him. This is...
He began to grow mentally frustrated with all the thinking of her destroying what he created over the years. He was having this mental battle because of her. She was the cause of his insanity.
He bit her nipple hard, pinching the other just as hard.
She almost squealed, but she suppressed it.
He licked it to soothe the small pain that he knew he caused, feeling guilty, but aroused all the same. He briefly wondered how a person could make someone feel negative and positive emotions at the same time.
He pulled back from her breast, moving his face back to hers. His finger kept a hold of her taut nipple. He gently placed a brief kiss on her lips and then pulled back.
"Tell me if I'm hurting you at any point, okay?" His fingers played with her nipple as he spoke.
His fingers switched over to the wet one his mouth had just finished assaulting. He pinched it gently at first, but harder the second time, causing her to moan.
"Answer me, Sakura," he commanded sternly.
She nodded vigorously, and then pulled his head down towards her lips.
He pulled back with a smirk on his lips. "Good. At any point..." He stopped, hesitating to say the next thing in fear of her actually doing it. His fingers stopped the twisting, eyes staring into hers seriously.
"If you want me to stop, you tell me, okay? I don't want to hurt you," he said sincerely.
She smiled, nodding her head. "Okay, Syaoran," she said softly.
And that was all he needed to hear for him to continue where he left off – her breasts.
After he finished giving them the equal amount of attention, he moved his fingers down to her pants.
She rested her hands on the hem of his shirt, pulling it up slowly.
He reflexively grabbed her wrist tightly, abandoning the task at hand of getting in her pants.
He stared at her hard for a moment. "I didn't give you permission to take my clothes off," he said stiffly.
Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. She looked a little surprised.
"Did I?" he questioned, pushing her wrist down into the mattress.
When she winced, he loosened his grip a little.
She bit her lip, shaking her head slowly.
"Then you shouldn't be trying to," he said, kissing her nose softly.
A pout formed on her lips, and he smiled, using his fingers to unbutton her pants while looking in her eyes. "Take my shirt off, Sakura," he said, closing the gap between their lips.
She smiled against his lips, sliding her hands down his body to the hem of his shirt.
Their lips pulled apart briefly so she could pull the material over his head.
Once his fingers got her pants undone, he began to pull them down slowly.
He saw the pink lace panties and had the urge to yank them down with the pants, but he held himself together.
He wanted to take his time with her. She deserved to feel the best after the way he had been treating her lately.
He grabbed her knees, spreading them for him to rest between them. He leaned down and kissed her knee gently, dragging his lips down her legs, and then back up them until he ended in the same place he started. He began to lick up her thighs slowly, eyes locking with hers.
When his tongue reached between her thighs, he stopped, being sure to keep her within his heated stare.
Her breath hitched, face flustered at the look in his eyes.
He spread her knees further apart, and scooted to the bottom of the bed to rest between her legs.
He used his index finger to trace the lines of her panties, being rewarded with a shudder and a stifled moan from her.
Wanting to put her out of her misery, he slid his finger underneath the side of her panties, not surprised to feel how wet she had become.
He kissed her over the panties gently; becoming intoxicated with the smell of this woman's arousal for him. The same woman who had denied him for months, was aroused by him right now.
He kissed her over the panties again, and then stroked her with his tongue hard. Her hips bucked towards his face involuntarily and he chuckled.
He slid his fingers between her slit a few times, coating his fingers with her arousal before he had enough of torturing himself.
He pulled her panties down, carelessly throwing them off the bed. He moved back down between her legs, observing her bare flesh.
He briefly wondered if she always kept herself clean-shaven down here, or if she expected this today.
He decided to go with the former, considering how adamant she was about this not happening.
He could feel his heart leap at the thought, excited that it was really happening.
He got rid of the thoughts for now, leaning down to taste her with his tongue.
His eyes closed when her fingers slid through his hair, gripping it a little tightly. A woman's fingers never felt this good in his hair before. He held back the smile that wanted to play at his lips, concentrating on the way she taste more than anything else.
He licked from top to bottom a few times before he decided to focus on the nerve that would send her over the edge. He repeatedly lapped at it with his tongue, hard and fast, then soft and slow, or slow and hard, confusing her body.
"Syaoran!"
He stopped the moment her body stiffened underneath him, and he could have sworn that he just came in his pants at the sound of her voice shouting his name like that.
She bolted upright in the bed, glaring at him heatedly.
He had to suppress the smirk that begged to form on his lips at her behavior. There was always something about her temper that gets him.
He kissed the side of her thighs a few times, using his hands to gently push her back on the bed to relax.
He had been a bit cruel, he admitted to himself, but he just wanted to remind her that he was still in control here.
He moved his hand up to slide a finger inside her and leaned down, continuing the torturous ability of his tongue on her.
This time, his two fingers never stopped thrusting, and his tongue never stopped licking until she was pushed over the edge.
When she came down from her high, she released his hair. He lifted himself off the bed and crawled up to her. He removed his fingers from inside her, bringing them to his lips to lick them clean.
When he opened his eyes, he saw her staring at him flustered. He smirked, leaning down to kiss her neck. He was not sure how she would feel tasting herself on his lips. He would never understand why she would not want to. She tasted amazing, or maybe he just believed this because it was her.
He kissed her neck over and over again. He could not get enough of her creamy skin against his lips.
He noticed the rise and fall of her chest finally beginning to slow down, becoming even again.
"I'm not finished with you yet," he said, noticing her eyes grow droopy.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down in a slow, soft kiss.
The softness of her lips caressing against his lips caused a familiar stir to rise in his body again as it had earlier.
He pulled back, dropping his hands to his pants. He unbuckled, unzipped, and slid them down quickly.
He groaned out loud at the sticky substance he saw and felt on his thighs. He did come all over himself like a teenaged boy at the way she screamed his name.
Great...
Sakura touched his face, stealing his attention from the mess. She smiled at him. "It's okay..." she said softly, pulling him down for another kiss.
His heart and face warmed at her recognition of the mess he made. Why did it matter though? This was his home, his mattress, and he was still hard for her.
It did not matter.
He responded to her kiss while kicking his boxers off after he pulled them down. He grabbed the head of his member, positioning it over her.
"W-wait," she stopped him nervously.
He looked at her, holding himself back from being buried deep inside her finally. "What is it?" he asked.
"P-protection," she stuttered.
"What?" he asked confused.
"A condom— for safety," she said, shrugging her shoulders.
"I told you, I'm clean, remember?" he asked.
"Y-yes, but—"
"You don't trust me?" he asked, a little frustrated.
"It's not that—"
"What the hell is it? Sakura, I can't—there's no way I can—please? I want to feel you. All of you," he said desperate, frustrated, and aroused all the same.
"Syaoran—"
He cut her off with his lips gently, but he deepened the kiss immediately, praying to anything that she would forget about a barrier between them.
He positioned himself over her again, but she rested her hand on his chest, stopping him.
"Damn it, Sakura," he said aggravated, reaching over to the night stand by his bed to grab out a condom.
She leaned up and kissed his chest where his heart is located, and he forgot about his frustrations.
He slid the condom on too fast for his own good, anticipating the moment he would be inside her.
This was it. The moment he had been waiting for.
Was he to go fast and hard? Slow and passionate? Hard and slow? Or all of the above?
He had never made love before—
Made love?
What the hell was he getting himself into?
He pushed himself inside of her slowly, locking his lips with hers when she gasped at the length and width of his member. He gasped along with her at how tight she was around him.
"Fuck," he said in a restrained tone, forcing himself to be still.
He did not get 'biggest dick in the world,' reward, but he was way above average.
He remained still even though it was probably the hardest thing he ever had to do. Though he was willing to try at the way her face contorted in pain. He froze at that thought.
He grabbed her face gently, forcing her to look at him. "Are you a virgin?" he asked, hands trembling on her face.
She smiled at him and pushed her hips against his.
He groaned loudly, burying his face in her neck at the feeling of her walls clamping down on him like a second coat of skin. He grabbed her hips firmly, holding on to her tightly.
"Answer me, Sakura," he demanded, fingers digging deeper into her flesh to hold himself back.
"I'm not, Syaoran," she said softly, wrapping her hands around his back.
And that was all he needed to hear for his hips to begin driving into hers repeatedly, almost uncontrolled.
He swore under his breath a few times before he sucked on her neck hard, holding himself back from letting her know how good this felt for him—how good she, alone, made him feel.
He could distinctly hear her moans in his lust-filled trance as he slid his penis inside her repeatedly, hard and fast.
He wanted to stop and take it slow as he continuously reminded himself earlier, but the way she cried out in pleasure, prevented him from doing so. Her walls holding on to him like its life depended on him, stopped him; and the way her nails pierced into his skin, made it impossible.
He had never felt this much intensity while having sex before, but it was different now. Everything is with her. She made him feel wanted, needed, and possibly more.
His thrusting sped up, hips meeting hers faster and harder than he had ever taken a woman before. He could even hear their wet skin slapping against each other.
"Sakura, I..." he tried speaking, but there is no coherent sentence he could form at the way he feels right now while pounding into her like this.
Her hips met his as much as possible, nails digging deeper into the flesh of his back, but soon she stiffened under him, releasing a cry of his name.
Seeing the way her body and face reacted to him and feeling her come undone around him, sent him over the edge with her.
"Fuck." He let out a loud groan, riding out the rest of his orgasm.
Neither of them spoke or moved for a while, trying to catch their breaths as they panted.
Sakura was the first to shift under him, showing her discomfort of the weight he was putting on her.
He pulled himself out of her, resting on the bed beside her. Taking a deep breath, he prayed once again that she could not hear his pounding heart.
She made a move to get up on the bed, but he grabbed her weakly. "Don't," he said softly through shallow breaths. "You can't leave. Not after...just don't."
His eyes were growing heavy with tiredness, but he would not fall asleep until she agreed to stay with him.
"I'm not going anywhere, Syaoran," she said softly.
He could hear the honesty in her voice, so he smiled. He pulled her towards him, holding her naked, sweaty body against his.
While he felt this way, he knew that it was the perfect opportunity to tell her. He was ready to get it over with so they could move past this part of his past.
He took a deep breath, and then released it. "The woman that I have been speaking about… is the one who gave birth to me."
Not wanting to hear her response, he closed his eyes, allowing sleep to overtake his body.
His eyes fluttered open slowly, darkness slapping him in the face.
The first thing that came to his mind was the woman he had just had mind-blowing sex with.
He smiled, reaching beside him to feel for her body, but he found nothing. He sat up on the bed immediately, feeling hurt and betrayed.
"Sakura?"
"I'm right here," she said.
His eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room, thanks to the moon shining through his window, offering a little light. He saw her sitting on the opposite side of the bed, her back resting against the headboard.
"God, don't do that. I thought you left because of..." He stopped, shaking his head. "Come here," he said.
She moved closer to him, keeping her back against the headboard.
His hands slid underneath the hem of her blouse, caressing her flat stomach. "Why are you all dressed?" he asked.
She remained silent, keeping her hands to herself.
"Come on, Sakura, answer me. I wasn't that bad...was I?" he asked hesitantly.
What was he doing? Asking, even? He never ask this kind of stuff. He was always good in bed, so it was never something he had to ask.
"It's not that, really. It's...that I enjoyed it," she said quietly. "It was wrong, we shouldn't have—"
He sat up on the bed, allowing the covers to fall to his waist, exposing his naked torso. He kissed her lips, but it was only brief because he pulled back seconds later.
"You're thinking too much about it. You have nothing to worry about," he assured her, already knowing what she had in mind about this.
"I do, though. If someone finds out about this, I could—"
"No one's going to find out. Now lie down," he said, sliding his hands further up her shirt.
She shivered, moving away from him. "No, Syaoran. We can't do this again."
"Do what again?"
"This," she said, motioning between them.
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes, but—"
"Do you regret it?"
"No, but—"
"Then stop worrying about it." He pulled her to his body, holding her tightly.
She struggled against his grip, so he released her with a frown.
"What's the problem?" he asked, voice rising in irritation.
"This is the problem," she said, attempting to stand from the bed, but he grabbed her, stopping her.
"This is not the problem. Why did you stay after?"
"To tell you that..." She stopped, appearing deep in thought about it.
"My point exactly. Now, lie down, and rest. It's late." He looked at the clock to see that it was 20:46.
"Okay, maybe not so late, but we have work in the morning. You need rest, and I surely need it. Let's sleep," he said.
"Syaoran, I have to go," she said stiffly.
"Why? You have to get me to my car, remember?" he asked.
She sighed, running her hand through her hair, frustrated.
He grabbed her hand, forcing her attention on him. "What are you thinking about?"
"The bartender. What if he saw you get in my car? He saw us leaving together, so he'll know what happened. And he could be the one who turns me in. And then I'll—"
His lips captured hers in yet another gentle kiss, silencing her.
Her eyes drifted shut, and she relaxed against him.
"I promise you that no one will know about this, okay? Trust me."
She stared at him for a moment with hesitation, but it soon disappeared after she saw the honesty in his eyes. She nodded, smiling at him hesitantly.
"Now come here," he demanded softly, pulling her towards him.
He placed her under him again, and forgot about the thoughts of letting them rest.
He did not let her catch her breath for more than 10 minutes that night, taking her each time he felt the urge to. She had made him wait for this long, so he thought to take advantage of it.
Eventually, he fell asleep from exhaustion.
The next morning, he woke up to the feeling of soft fingers in his hair, rubbing and caressing him.
He smiled, already familiar with the woman whose lap was occupied by his head.
He sat up from her lap, eyes locking on her slightly wet thighs from the heat of his body.
He licked his lips seductively, but she pulled the covers up her legs. Looking at her face, he saw a small smile playing at her lips.
"I was enjoying that, missy," he said.
"Yeah, well, I need a break," she said, grinning at him.
"I did give you a break after four," he said.
"And it's just near seven."
"Three hours of rest from me is enough," he said, shrugging his shoulders.
She gave him an incredulous look. "Are you serious right now?" She laughed when he shrugged again.
"Come here," he said huskily, crawling over to her.
She grabbed the blankets, covering her body from his roaming, hungry eyes.
When his eyes travelled back up to her face, he stopped his advances, noticing her eyes droop with tiredness a bit.
"Did you not get any sleep last night?" he asked, bringing his hand to her face to caress it.
"Of course I didn't. You didn't let me," she said, sticking her tongue out at him playfully.
"I'd keep that tongue of yours in that mouth if I were you. I can find use for it, other than taunting others."
He took her tongue in his mouth before she could respond, and sucked on it gently.
She pulled back, pushing against his chest. "Stop it," she said with a laugh.
He grabbed her by the hair gently, forcing her to look at him so he could kiss her lips again. He was still not satiated with her yet. He deepened the kiss, but pulled back when she began to yield to his advances. His heart was too heavy with concern for her to continue on with his plans. Her health came before his needs now.
"Tell me. You didn't sleep last night."
His eyes fell to the rise and fall of her chest as she panted from the brief passionate kiss they had just engaged in. They looked away immediately, not wanting to get distracted from the matter at hand.
"I did—"
"I didn't say lie to me, did I?" He gave her a pointed look.
She bit her lip, shrinking away from his touch as if she had thought about something.
His fingers stroked down her hair, falling at the back of her neck gently.
Instantly, she slapped his hand away, hard.
He stared at her in shock, more than angry. "What the fuck?" he said, glaring at her.
She curled up to herself, but he pulled her towards him. "Why didn't you sleep last night?" he asked, forgetting about his own feelings right now.
"I did sleep," she pressed, sounding a little relieved.
At what? That he did not address her slapping him? He decided to deal with it another time.
"You did not, Sakura. Why the hell are you lying to me?" he asked, becoming annoyed with her.
She sighed, struggling against his grip on her. "I just didn't feel comfortable sleeping at someone else's house, other than my own," she explained.
"Stop trying to get away from me," he said, holding on to her tightly. "Look at me and tell me that what you're saying is true."
She looked at him. "I promise, that's all it is," she said.
He looked in her eyes, searching for something—anything that would give away her dishonesty.
There was nothing, so he decided to believe her.
"Okay."
She tried to pull away from him, but his grip tightened. "We won't do it at my place again, then," he finalized.
She looked at him, wide-eyed. "No, Syaoran. We won't do it ever again," she said.
"What?"
"This was a one-time thing. We can't—"
"One-time? You're kidding me, right?"
"You know what I mean. Last night was a one-time thing, so we can't continue this."
His hand slid under the covers, landing on her behind. He rubbed her right cheek gently before his fingers dug into the flesh, kneading it. "Are you sure? Are you sure you want this to be a one-time thing?"
Before she could respond, his hand slid lower down to cup her sex. "You're so fucking wet right now, so lie to me and tell me that you don't want it," he whispered huskily in ear, letting his fingers slip between her wet folds.
She stifled a moan as his fingers teased her under the covers until he was sure that she ached for him to be inside of her again.
He placed a soft kiss against her shoulder, removing his hand from under the covers. Looking at her, he licked his fingers clean of her essence and scooted out of the bed.
From the look of unwavering pleasure in her eyes, he knew he had convinced her enough to at least think about continuing this.
"I'm going to shower. I have to be at the hospital before eight. I have a meeting with the board," he said, walking into the bathroom.
He stripped from his clothes, turning the knob of the faucet.
He stepped in the shower, ready to clean up, but he suddenly stopped.
He had sex with Kinomoto Sakura, his therapist. His therapist. And he told her who the woman was.
He had sex with her!
He quickly scrubbed himself clean, anxious to see her again. He felt like a teenager all over again, losing his virginity for the first time to a girl. It was a little different this time, though. Sakura was not just a girl. She was...
His doctor, he concluded. He did not need to get ahead of himself so soon.
He stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist.
When he walked back to his room, he saw her fully dressed, sitting on the bed, staring at the wall. He could not tell from her posture if she felt guilt, remorse, or anything.
He walked towards her, sitting on the bed beside her. "Sakura," he called.
She turned to him, forcing a smile on her face. "Finally. I have to get home and shower because I have patients this morning," she said.
Patient.
"Oh," he said, biting the inside of his cheek. "Right."
"I have a job to help people just like you do. Don't give me that judgmental tone," she said disapprovingly.
"I'm not. I just..."
"Thought that you were my only patient?" she asked with a frown.
He cocked his head to the side arrogantly. "For a moment, yes. I did think I was your only patient," he said.
She sighed. "We should go then," she said, standing from the bed.
He grabbed her wrist, turning her to him. "Did you sleep with me out of pity?" he asked, his heart tightening at the thought. It had been bothering him all morning, and he did not think he could take any more of it.
She lifted her hand to his face, caressing it. "No, Syaoran."
He sighed in relief, leaning into her touch. "Okay. Let me get dressed." He gently moved her out of the way and quickly dressed for work.
When he came out, she was standing at the front door, waiting for him. He walked towards her and opened the door, a little surprised that it was not locked.
"You didn't lock it," she told him.
"Oh...I...normally do. So, that's weird," he said, shaking his head.
He placed his hand on the small of her back, leading her out of the apartment.
She drove them back to the bar with a silence that was almost suffocating for him.
One side of him was relieved, already knowing that she would be quick to bring up the thing he told her, while the other side hated the silence. He wanted to hear her voice, even though he heard it all night, screaming his name.
He sighed, shaking his head when he felt himself harden. He was being insane. He had already taken her so many times less than five hours ago, but he still wanted more?
"Alright. Have a great day," Sakura said after she pulled up beside his car.
He looked at her, searching for something—anything, but there was nothing he could see.
Nothing that validates she would continue to sleep with him, see him, or even look at him in that way anymore. There was nothing there.
"We will talk later, right?" he asked.
"I will see you on Thursday," she said in a tight tone.
His body turned to her in the seat. "Next week?"
"Yes. Normal time for the session," she said, unlocking the door for him.
"That's..." He stopped, listening to the way he sounded. "Alright."
He unbuckled his seat belt, and opened the door.
"And Syaoran," she called, stopping him.
"Yes?"
"I expect answers in our next session," she said.
He swallowed, nodding his head. He closed the door after she bid him goodbye.
He took a deep breath, releasing it. He had plenty of time to mentally prepare himself for that session.
He had other things to worry about right now though.
Like those papers he has to go through and sign, the board meeting, and most importantly, how he could see Sakura before Thursday came.
Sakura ran her fingers through her hair, frustrated with herself.
It was Saturday, and she was still thinking about the night that never should have happened with Syaoran.
She knew that it was wrong the moment she came to that bar and then offered to take him home. The bar was a place that almost everyone resorted to in that town whenever they were not feeling well, including herself.
It was like a habit that seemed unbreakable. Alcohol was a savior to a lot of people when they do not want to feel. And she was sure that Syaoran did not want to feel at that moment, which led her to the bar.
Sex was his savior, so why did she believe that he would not turn to sex as soon as he left her practice? She could only assume that it was because he told her that he would not have sex.
It did not matter because her instincts were right. They led her to Syaoran, so that was all that mattered. They turned against her when she decided to bring him home.
What was she thinking? Taking a patient home? It was not even permitted to allow a patient to get in your car.
She sighed, stopping her pacing in her apartment.
Syaoran was not just a patient anymore, even she could admit that. He was more than a patient now, more like a friend she found comfort in.
She never used her patients for comfort, but Syaoran was different. He made her forget about her own pain when she talked to him about his problems. He distracted her by forcing her to care for his well-being.
She never had a patient who caused this many emotions to stir in her, nor one she had sex with.
Not any kind of sex either. It was...
Her cheeks warmed with a blush at the thoughts of their bodies joined together, only two nights ago.
What was she thinking?
She began to contemplate whether she had any self-control because she surely did not the other day. What good psychologist slept with a patient because she felt like they needed it?
It had been three months that he abstained from having sex, so why would she let herself be the very person to break his commitment by having sex with him? She felt like an awful human being.
She took a deep breath, concluding that she would never do it again and that he could start over. He had told her that she would be the last person he has sex with until he got better, so she should not stress about it.
Besides, she had never done anything illegal or spontaneous in her life, so this one time had to be okay. Everyone did something that they were not supposed to do at least one time in their life.
It may not have been sleeping with their patient who is an addict, but surely they had stolen a cookie from the cookie jar when they were little. Told a lie that they never come clean about.
Whenever she lied, she came clean about it, and she rarely ever lied for her own pleasure, so she was never put in the category as a liar. This was the same thing, right?
She sighed again, realizing how wrong this sounded. Was she really comparing herself to a child stealing a cookie from the cookie jar? She could not help but feel it was true, though.
Wrong is wrong, while right is right. There has never been a thing as something being more wrong than another thing.
As long as she never did it again, she could pretend like it never even happened, and it would just remain wrong like everything else that was wrong. It would be a secret to keep from everyone. Even her best friend, Tomoyo.
A loud buzzing sound caused her to jump in fear, and she nearly ran to her phone on the table in the kitchen.
She looked at the caller id, heart racing at who it was.
What did he want with her on a Saturday?
She swiped the phone across, ending the call.
It was Saturday. Her day. She never did any work on this day, so she could ignore his call. Even if she was doing it for personal reasons.
She did not know how to face or talk to Syaoran anymore after their encounter.
She did not sleep with him out of pity. She slept with him because she wanted to. She could have told him no, but she decided on her own to give in to the urge when his lips kissed hers so softly. She did not even think the demanding man was capable of being gentle. Especially with his barbaric behavior, but he was.
She had never felt so...needed by a man who kissed her. She may have felt wanted, but never needed. And that was the reason she gave in to him. Not just because she wanted to, but because he needed her. The moment she felt his lips against hers, she knew that he needed her. He did not feel loved, or wanted by anyone because of her, and now with the information he told her, it all made sense.
She understood what made him want to have sex all the time now, rather than believing that he was just a horny man. That was why she ended up giving in to him the second time because she understood him.
He just wanted a love that everyone craved.
Her phone buzzed again, and she sighed. This man would stop at nothing.
He called five hours after the session ended, but she purposely ignored it. And then he followed up with a text that made it almost impossible to ignore, but she did.
She was doing great. She meant what she said when she told him that they would not do it again because she knew that was what he wanted to talk about.
Her eyes closed, ignoring her lady bits that tingled at the thought of them doing it again.
She groaned out loud when her phone rang again. She ignored it, though. She did not want to give favoritism to any of her patients, including Syaoran.
Saturday was Sakura day. No patients, no—
Her cell rang again and she sighed, picking it up.
She took a deep breath and spoke into the phone, "What do you want?"
"About damn time."
Her heart jumped at the voice of the man. It had only been two days since she heard it groaning and moaning her name like she had been the very thing he needed.
"What do you want, Syaoran? This is my day. I don't work on this day," she said sternly, reminding him.
She had told him this weeks ago, and he said that he understood her, so why was he on the phone with her right now?
"I'm not just your job anymore, Sakura," he said through the phone, a little edgy.
She almost bit down on her tongue to stop herself from telling him not to remind her about the incident.
She could not hurt him anymore than she already did, but he does need to understand that they would never have sex again. And most importantly, that they needed to go back to being professionals.
"You are, Syaoran. What happened never should have happened with you," she said.
"But it did, and it was amazing," he said arrogantly.
She closed her eyes, praying that the images would disappear, that she could stop thinking about his hands, his tongue, and male parts on her. It was all wrong.
"Why did you call? What do you want?" she asked, ignoring his praise for her actions.
"I want to see you—"
"Thursday," she said shortly.
"Before Thursday, Sakura. I can't wait that long to see you anymore," he said.
"Thursday, or no day," she said in a finalizing tone.
She almost regretted saying that, fearing that he would choose the no day' since he was fond of doing such a few weeks ago.
He sighed. "Fine, but can you stop ignoring my calls and texts? It's driving me crazy," he said in an exasperated tone.
"This phone is for my patients only. Not family, friends, or—"
"Patients whose fucked you?"
She ended the call immediately after he said that. She knew that he would remind her, but not that soon.
When her cell rang again, she ended the call and powered off the phone. She meant what she said when she told him that they would never do that again.
She had other things to worry about now, like her conscious telling her that she was stupid and was warned by her best friend about this man.
But could she really blame Syaoran for her giving in to something that she had wanted?
She almost felt that she took advantage of him by using him as her own distractions.
This was one incident that she could not bring herself to regret, so why stress about something that was just a one-time thing, and would never happen again?
Well, what did you guys think? I know you guys probably didn't expect the mystery woman to be revealed in that situation, but yes, it is his mother as some of you guessed it.
Anyway, thanks to my beta, theDeviantme, as usual and thank you guys for the reviews and story alerts!
I got off work late tonight, and I'm really, really tired so maybe I'll find time to answer questions tomorrow. I'll tell you guys this though, Sakura isn't going to be the first one to fall in love :P.
Ja ne!