"Secrets Don't Make Friends"
Sakura stared at the ceiling in the dark room. She had been staring at it for the last two hours, wishing that sleep would smack her in the face, or anything, other than the ceiling.
Everyone was fast asleep, long before she had even lain in bed.
After Tomoyo introduced Meilin to Sakura, they had gone inside the club, drank, danced, and had a great time.
After the club, they had gone to karaoke, and then back to Tomoyo's house. They had all been drunk, with the exception of Sakura, who tried to stay sober, for everyone's sake.
Normally, she would get drunk with them, but she could not bring herself to do it with Meilin there. She barely knew much about the woman, so she was afraid that she might say the wrong thing and slip up around her.
She was glad that Meilin did not say anything about Syaoran or the incident back at his apartment when they first met, to her or any of them. And honestly, she was hoping that Meilin kept it that way, because they still had the rest of the weekend to spend together.
She had just told Tomoyo about Syaoran and did not want Meilin to tell her friends anything else about it. It was one thing to tell Tomoyo about the man who was once known for sleeping around with multiple women, but to tell everyone she knew?
It was not something she was ready to face. Quite frankly, she did not know if she ever would be able to. Syaoran is no one to be ashamed of, but she knew that if things were to get out about them being romantically involved, everything would change in her life.
Sakura sighed, mind wandering back to the conversation when Meilin threw hints that she was still thinking about Sakura being with Syaoran.
Sakura had been acting quiet and standoffish when they had gotten back to the house as Tomoyo was doing Meilin's makeup while they talked about the men in their lives.
It was when Tomoyo asked Sakura about the color red fitting Meilin. She had forgotten to respond, which Meilin immediately noticed.
"Are you okay, Kinomoto?" Meilin had asked.
Sakura's cheeks colored before she nodded her head. "S-sorry," she had apologized. "Red fits you good."
"You were all quiet on us. Something on your mind?" Meilin had questioned.
Sakura could remember hearing the suggestion that her tone held. Instead of entertaining Meilin, she shook her head, only mentioning her thoughts about how good Tomoyo sounded during karaoke.
She had been relieved when everyone chimed in, taking the attention away from her.
Sakura sighed again, turning in the soft comforters of the bed. She just wanted to get some sleep but knew she would not be able to. She missed Syaoran, for this exact reason. Even though she had just seen him earlier after the group session, she wanted him with her. Or maybe, she just wanted him here, so she could get some sleep since that seemed to be the only time she ever could.
Deciding that tossing and turning would not get her anywhere, she sat up from her lying position on the bed. She climbed out of bed, grabbing her phone to look at the time.
3:57am.
She sighed, wondering if Syaoran is awake right now. She walked out of the room, closing the door quietly behind her. She held her hand out while walking in the dark room blindly, so she would not bump into anything.
Once she found her way to the balcony, she took her phone out, going to Syaoran's contact information. She stared at it for a minute, wondering if she was really going to call him right now.
Before she could come up with anything that could make her not do it, she pressed the call button. She placed the phone against her ear, only hearing her heart beat erratically against her chest.
The phone rang a few more times before she finally came to the assumption that he would not pick up.
What was—
"Hello?" a gruff voice sounded in the phone, nearly making her heart stop beating.
She swallowed the lump in her throat. "S-Syaoran?" she questioned.
"Sakura," his voice immediately softened, making her heart beat again. "What are you doing up?"
She cleared her throat, hoping for it to come back. "I couldn't sleep," she said softly.
She heard shuffling on the other end. "Is everything alright?" he asked worriedly.
She smiled a little, feeling that familiar fluttering sensation in her stomach. "Yes. I just...I wanted to talk to you, because I miss you," she decided to settle with.
"I miss you too. I could come over, if you want," he suggested.
Sakura pulled the phone back from her ear to check the time. She giggled softly. "At four in the morning?" she asked.
She heard him chuckle into the phone a little. "I'd come see you at any time, Sakura," he said.
Chills ran down her spine at the tone he used. Or, maybe because it was cold out tonight. Either way, she smiled. "Why aren't you sleeping?" she asked.
"Because, this...beautiful woman just so happened to be talking to me on the phone," she could hear him say in a teasing tone.
She rolled her eyes, though he could not see her. "I'm sorry if I woke you up," she said in a serious tone.
"No, I'm glad you called. I'd rather you call me than anyone else."
Sakura smiled, shaking her head. "Of course. How are you?" she asked into the phone.
He went completely quiet on the other line, making her wonder if he had hung up.
"Syaoran?" she called.
She heard him sigh and then more shuffling on the other end. "I'm fine," he said quietly.
She could hear the sadness in his tone with that response.
"I'll be fine," he said after she did not say anything.
Sakura smiled, glad that he was able to reassure himself now, rather than her having to do it all the time. "Good."
"What are you doing tomorrow?" he asked.
"I'll be here with the girls still. We might be going to the mall," Sakura said.
"Oh," he said, sounding disappointed.
"What about you? You're going to work?" she asked.
"Yeah. I have a lot to do at the hospital," he said.
Sakura wondered if she should tell him about Meilin being there with them but decided it would be best not to.
"Alright. I'll let you get to bed then," Sakura said, deciding to end the conversation.
"I can still talk to you, though," he said.
She smiled, hearing the concern in his voice. "No, it's fine. I'm going to head to bed, too."
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Thank you, Syaoran. You're very kind, but I'm sure," she said.
"Okay. I'll talk to you tomorrow," he said.
"Have a good night's rest," she said.
"You too," he said before hanging up the phone.
Sakura sighed, staring at his contact information.
She could not help but wish that she could sneak off from the girls and head to his house, so she could get some good sleep.
It had been a long time since she slept with a person beside her in the bed before she met Syaoran.
Before he came into the picture, she could not even think about sleeping in the bed with someone else.
After the incident – the mistake – everything changed for her. She had been a walking zombie on this Earth.
Akinari had nursed her back to life, but she had never been the same as she was before until she met Syaoran. He gave her the inspiration to bring life back to herself because she wanted to give it to him.
Sakura sighed, deciding to try and get some sleep. She turned around, but froze in her spot, seeing Meilin standing at the entrance of the house from the balcony.
Immediately, thousands of questions started running through her head, but there was only one that stuck in the front of her mind; had Meilin heard her talking to Syaoran?
Sakura just stared at her, not wanting to humiliate herself in front of the Chinese woman.
"So, it really is a secret, huh?" Meilin said, almost sounding certain about it now.
"W-what?" Sakura asked, holding on to her phone tightly.
"You and Syaoran," she said quietly. "Your relationship really is a secret."
"We aren't in a relationship," Sakura said immediately.
"Are you that ashamed of my cousin?" she asked.
Sakura's eyes widened, surprised that Meilin had been so straightforward with her. "It's not... no, that's not what this is," Sakura tried to explain, but knew she could not come up with something to tell her.
"Kinomoto-san," Meilin called.
Sakura looked at her, wide-eyed. "I'm sorry, but this really isn't any of your business," she said, hoping to sound polite about it.
She just wanted Meilin to not mention anything about it, and to just pretend like she knew nothing about them.
She just wanted her and Syaoran's relationship to remain a secret from everyone. Everything seemed and was beginning to feel fine, with just the two of them knowing of it.
"You're right, it isn't my business, but I do try to make it my business to know that my cousin is safe from any harm's way. I know that he and I don't talk much, because he doesn't allow it, but I'm at least satisfied, knowing that he's not hurting in any way," Meilin said.
Sakura's heart twisted in her chest, hearing the concern in Meilin's voice. But, what Meilin was wishing for was just a fantasy. Syaoran was always hurting these days.
"I would never hurt Syaoran," Sakura said softly, instead of letting her know what is really going on.
"I know…but, he's hurting anyway…right?" Meilin asked quietly.
Sakura stared at her, wondering if she should mention any information about Syaoran to his cousin before realizing what she was doing.
She shook her head. "As his therapist, that's confidential information," she said professionally.
Meilin nodded. "You know…I didn't peg Syaoran as the type to get a therapist," she said quietly.
Unable to stop herself, Sakura asked, "Why?"
"If you're really asking me that, you must not truly know how he is," she said with a soft laugh.
Sakura thought about Syaoran for a moment before she agreed with Meilin. "You're right."
"He's very similar to his mother," Meilin said.
Sakura froze, surprised that she had just brought up the woman Syaoran hate. She suddenly wanted to keep talking to Meilin, but at the same time, she did not want to continue the conversation. It was wrong.
Even though she knew that, she found herself brushing the thought to the side, reasoning that it would just be small conversation to pass time.
"How so?"
Meilin laughed softly, walking further out on the balcony, closing the door behind her. "Here," Meilin said, handing a small blanket to her.
Sakura accepted it, wondering how long Meilin had that blanket in her hand. She wrapped it around herself, sitting in one of the chairs.
Meilin sat down in the other chair beside hers. "My Auntie's very stiff, stubborn, and stern most times, like Syaoran can be. She's very quiet, but vocal when she needs to be, just like Syaoran. You can tell they are mother and son."
Sakura nodded, remembering how quiet Syaoran always is when they are in groups. The only time he ever really opened up and talked with her freely was when they were alone.
"That's true."
"How long have you guys known each other?" Meilin asked.
"A couple of months."
"Kinomoto, you don't have to be so short and quiet with me. I told you I wouldn't tell anyone about you guys," Meilin said.
"I know, I just…—"
"Don't feel comfortable, I know. And, I'm not trying to get you to spill any secrets about my cousin, if that's what you're think."
Sakura raised a brow. "Then, what are you trying to do?" she asked skeptically.
"Find out if my cousin's really okay," she said.
"Why wouldn't he be okay?" Sakura decided to ask, just so she could get an insight on what the others thought.
She knew how Syaoran felt about them, and what he thought, but she knew nothing about them.
"He doesn't care too much about Hong Kong anymore. And, he just…up and left without saying anything. He got in this huge argument with my uncle, and things ended ugly between them. Ever since then, he never came back to Hong Kong," Meilin said.
It was on the tip of Sakura's tongue to ask her what the argument was about, but knew it was not her place to ask. Especially anyone, other than Syaoran.
This was Syaoran's business, and no one else's. Therefore, she had no right to ask anyone about his business, other than Syaoran, himself.
"I see," Sakura said.
"I talk to Auntie–his mother– all the time about him, but she acts very distant and short when he comes up. And, for some reason, I know not to bring her up with Syaoran. He'll talk about his father, if we talk, but it never gets any further than how his father's doing," she said sadly.
"Why didn't you come to visit until now?" Sakura asked quietly.
"Never had a real reason, as he likes to put it, until now. Syaoran has always come up with these excuses why he can't come for Christmas, big family dinners, or any other holiday. He always has excuses why we can't come here either. If it's not because he's busy, it's because he's not in the greatest condition, and the list goes on."
"I see," Sakura said, pulling the blanket around herself tighter to get warmth. "Were you guys close in the past?"
Meilin's face brightened. "I wouldn't say close, but Syaoran kind of was like a protector. I wouldn't say it was a personal thing, though, because he was always protective of his family. That's why it's hard to deal with his cold demeanor towards us now," she said.
"His sisters are down, I heard," Sakura stated, trying to skirt the situation away from his demeanor towards them all.
"They are. And, I know he may think that it's because of me, but it isn't. Uncle has recently been sick, and though we all know that it's a dangerous sickness, he can be healed from it. Fuutie and the others just believed that it would be something that could bring Syaoran back home to visit everyone, finally. Everyone misses him, including auntie," Meilin said.
Sakura hated to butt into people's business and get involved. But, she knew that it was time to take things into her own hands.
If she would not push Syaoran as far as he could go, he would never get better. He would never find peace within himself, and his family. He would never be able to live his life to the fullest happiness.
He had said that he wanted to get better…to finally be healed of this sickness.
And she wanted this for him, more than she had ever wanted anything in her life, oddly.
"Meilin-san," she called, getting Meilin's attention. "Are his sisters staying with you?"
"Yes, they are. They just arrived today," she said.
"We should all go out one day for lunch, while you're all here," Sakura suggested with a kind, inviting smile on her face.
Meilin turned to her, eyes widened in shock at Sakura's invitation. "Really, Kinomoto-san?" Meilin asked, one of her brows arched in curiosity.
"Yes. As a woman who is interested in being with your cousin…and their brother, I think you all have the right to get to know me," she said.
She has never done anything like this before, so she felt out of place.
It's for his happiness, though…
It was not necessarily a lie, either. She did, in fact, want to be with Syaoran.
He made her happy, and she saw that he could make a great significant other, if it were not for his issues. He made her feel so many things that she had missed, and more. She just knew that he was not ready for a relationship yet, and nor was she.
And, there were too many other issues that really stops her from being with him, but they do not matter right now.
She just wanted to focus on the plan of having a lunch date with the girls.
A bright smile formed on Meilin's face and she nodded. "Of course! You don't know how much that would mean to all of us," she said happily.
She just wanted Syaoran to get better; to be happy.
And, she would make sure he does, at any cost.
Syaoran collapsed on his bed, burying his face in the soft pillows. He was exhausted from the day's work.
The hospital had been busy today, so he had clocked out later than normal. But now, he was home, in bed.
Alone.
He sighed, feeling this deep sadness wash over him at that thought. For some reason, the thought of coming home to no one was beginning to become a burden on his heart.
Perhaps it was because Sakura had spoiled him by staying those nights with him. Now, he wanted her here all the time, even when he was not here.
What the hell is wrong with me?
He glanced at the clock, seeing that it was a little past twelve. He wondered if Sakura was awake right now. Usually, she would be awake this late when he called her at night sometimes.
It was Monday, which meant that she may be sleeping already because she has a long day ahead of her. Especially since he would be one of her patients.
His heart sped up at that thought, remembering what he told her on Friday night after the group session. He meant every word he told her about feeling better whenever he talked about his past and the way he felt about it. But now, he was not sure how to go about telling her more about his past.
She had caught him off guard by telling him that the lack of love that woman had given him, made him want to get some form of love from others.
He did not like to think of it that way, because it made him feel like a weak man.
Weakness has never been used to relate to his character because he had done so much already that most people have not been able to.
He had taken care of himself from the age of three all the way up to the age he is now. He has never been taken care of by anyone before, because he always does the taking care of others.
He took care of himself, his sisters, when they were sick or in danger, and even the woman who gave birth to him.
He cleaned, cooked, fed her with his own hands, and even washed her body on days when she could not even move because of her state of mind.
There were even countless of days where she would sit in her own mess, and he would have to clean her and attempt to nourish her back to life.
Even during her attempted suicides in front of him, he would take care of her; talk her out of doing it. There was even a time where he had to save her because of something reckless she had purposely done to end her life.
He gave her love that she should have given him.
So, weak was the last thing he ever want to consider himself as. He is strong. Possibly one of the strongest people anyone could ever meet.
He sighed, sitting up on the bed to look for his phone on the nightstand. He hated when he thinks about these things, but it is what it is. There is nothing he could do about it, besides talking to Sakura about the way he feels about them.
He was slowly realizing that that is all he needed to do, to feel a little better.
He pressed Sakura's contact information, sending her a quick text, asking if she was awake. They had talked on the phone briefly last night, but she had to go soon because she had to get ready for her patients today.
As soon as his phone lit up in the dark room, he looked down at his phone immediately.
'I'm going to come over.'
He read the message over and over again, trying to make sure that Sakura had just sent him the text.
Before he could even get his thoughts together, his phone went off again.
'If that's okay with you, of course…'
He was quick to respond to the message with a 'Of course, you're always welcomed here. Since it is late, you should stay the night too.'
Syaoran took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart down from the excitement coursing through his body.
He had just seen her a few days ago, so why did it feel like he would be seeing her for the first time in a long time?
He could not help but reason that it was because a day without Sakura feels like an eternity.
Syaoran hopped off his bed, began to straighten up his room, not wanting anything to look out of place.
Immediately, he stopped, realizing how ridiculous he is being right now. His room was not even messy.
What the actual hell is wrong with me?
He sighed, deciding to head to the living room to wait for her there with his phone in his hand.
It was not too long before his door bell went off, signifying someone ringing it. He was quick to rush to the door and unlock it for her.
There was a small bag in her hand, so he took it from her and ushered her to come inside.
"I hope this is okay," she said softly.
He placed her bag on the couch and turned to her with a reassuring smile on his lips. "You don't know how much this means to me," he said shyly.
He walked over to her, and wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her close to him. He released a silent, relieved sigh when she relaxed in his arms and wrapped her own around him.
Once he let her go, he locked the door and led her to his room with his hand on the small of her back gently.
Since she walked ahead of him, he looked at her appearance, seeing her dressed in a stripped pajama set. A small smile crept to his lips and a blush to his cheeks, admiring how she could even look attractive in this.
"Is everything alright?" he asked once they settled into his room.
Sakura turned to him with an unreadable expression on her face.
His brows scrunched together in confusion. "Saku—"
Her lips cut him off gently as she stood on her tiptoes to reach him.
His body untensed, and he leaned down to kiss her lips back gently.
She smiled against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer when his tongue swiped across her lips.
She opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to explore as it always does when they kiss.
He pulled her body to his, wanting to feel her soft body pressed against his more.
How long had it been since they had sex? He was not even sure himself.
When one of her legs slid up the side of his body, he regretfully pulled his lips from hers with a smile on his own.
"Let's talk first," he said, kissing her nose teasingly.
She pouted, making him lean down to kiss her pouting lips, while leading her over to his bed, being sure that their lips stayed connected.
They landed on the bed together, Syaoran keeping his weight off her, but still on top, straddling her body.
He pulled their lips apart and then laid on the bed beside her. "Why the sudden visit? I missed you," he said, turning over to her so he could look her directly in the eyes.
"That's why," she said, staring into his eyes. "I missed you too."
His cheeks warmed, and he nuzzled her neck lovingly, hoping to distract his heart from jumping out of his chest. "You never just decide to come over, though," he reasoned, leaving soft kisses on her neck.
She hummed, placing her hands on his face, stopping him from kissing her. "Well, I sleep more and better when I'm with you," she said.
He was almost sure his heart would burst in happiness at hearing the honesty in her voice. She was always so honest with him that it made him like her even more.
"I'll always be here for you then," he said, wrapping his arm around her waist to pull her body towards him.
"Thank you," she said with a smile on her lips.
Because her smile was so contagious, he smiled too, leaning over to kiss her lips gently.
"What are you still doing up, anyway? I didn't think that you would actually be awake, considering we have a session in the morning, young man," she playfully chastised.
He chuckled softly. "I had actually just walked in and lain down, but I was thinking about you," he said the last part timidly.
"You worked late today?" she asked, sounding concerned for him.
"Yes, I had to do a double-shift, but I'm fine," he said the last part immediately. "I wanted to."
"Didn't I warn you about overdoing it? That's not healthy for your physical or mental health," she said in a disapproving tone, but he could hear the worry behind her statement.
"I'm sorry, you're right," he said, kissing her nose. "I'll try to do better. As soon as this trial starts, I don't know, though."
"Trial?" Sakura questioned.
At that question, Syaoran remembered that he had not mentioned anything to Sakura about the whole thing, so he proceeded to explain everything that was about to take place.
"I know exactly who Mr. Reed is," she said when he asked her about the man. "My father and him are good friends. They met at the university my father works at now."
"Oh, really? He's throwing this big gathering, but it's really a charity banquet for the hospital with the trial. There's going to be a lot of people flying across the country coming to it, so it's really important to me," Syaoran explained.
Syaoran thought about it for a while, wondering if it would be appropriate to invite her before he decided it would be.
"You know, you're welcome to come too…" he said quietly.
When she just stared him in the eyes, his cheeks warmed, and he looked away shyly.
"Actually, I wanted you to come as my date, but I didn't know how you would feel about it, considering you didn't want people to start talking…"
Sakura held on to him tighter before a smile played on her lips. "When is it?" she asked.
"The 22nd," he said.
Her face dropped for a moment. "Of December?" she asked.
He chuckled, shaking his head. "Of course, silly. It can't be November, considering that's gone, and the trial starts before the 22nd of January," he explained.
She hummed. "I'd really love to come, but I promised a dear friend to attend a Christmas event on that same day," she said apologetically.
"Oh," he said, not even caring that disappointment could be heard in his tone.
She slid her arms up until her fingers rested on his face gently. "I'm sorry. I really want to be there to support you," she said sincerely.
He nodded, feeling a sting of jealousy at the person who beat him to asking her to an event. He trusted her with all his heart, but he still hated the idea of her not being his only. He never liked to share, so he could not help but feel possessive of her right now.
"Who is it?" he asked without thinking.
"What?" she asked, confused.
He could hear the discomfort in her tone, almost telling him that she did not want to argue or anything tonight. He sighed, shaking his head. "It's nothing. Never mind," he said, getting ready to sit up from the bed, but she grabbed his hair gently, stopping him.
"Syaoran," she called softly.
"It's fine, Sakura, really," he said, despite his heart clenching in his chest at her not being there for him.
"I'll drop by the event, okay?" she said, making him lay back down beside her.
His heart relaxed a bit at that. "Really?" he asked.
She nodded. "Of course. I know this is something important to you, so I have to support you," she said, smiling at him.
He grinned, leaning down to kiss her lips passionately. Even though she could not come as his date, just knowing that she would come by just to support him, made him happy enough.
She kissed him back, only half-way responding before she pulled back from his lips. "On one condition," she said, sounding a little breathy from the brief passionate kiss.
"Of course, anything."
"My friend will have to drop by as well," she said.
He shrugged it off, wanting to just show her how much he cared and appreciated her right now. "Okay, yeah. That's fine," he said half-heartedly.
Before she could even respond, his lips were already on hers again, tongue battling with hers as he climbed on top of her to straddle her body.
Sakura wrapped her arms around his neck again, and he easily lifted her up slightly to push her further up on the bed where the comfortable pillows were. He wanted her to be comfortable.
The lamp was still on, giving them a little light in the room, so he could not help but debate with himself if he should turn it off or not, to help her feel more comfortable.
She had not ever complained about him seeing her lie under him bare before but knew that some females liked the lights to be off.
"Are you comfortable?" he decided to ask, instead of battling with himself.
Sakura smiled at him shyly, nodding her head.
He sighed in relief before lowering his mouth to hers again to ignite that familiar passion and fire between them. His hands were in her soft auburn locks in no time, enjoying the soft texture of her hair between his fingers.
Whenever they would kiss like this, he often forgot the last time they had shared a kiss that made him feel so needy for her touch and the sounds she elicited from his touch.
He let his hand slide down her body slowly before he began to slowly peel the articles of clothing off her body.
As she lay bare underneath him, he began to slowly realize how much self-control he had gained since the last time they had done this.
It was not like he ever rushed with her, but he would normally have one thing in the back of his mind the entire time; to just be inside of her.
Now, he wanted to care for her, show her how he felt with each kiss he placed on her body; each gentle caress his fingers would give her body.
He wanted her to understand how much she meant to him.
He rested his hand on one of the curves of her hips before he let it slide down until it rested between her thighs, cupping her.
He stilled when she jumped slightly under him. He looked her in the eyes, almost asking for her permission to continue. Willingly, she nodded and lifted her hips slightly towards him.
The moment his fingers slipped between her aching flesh, she cried out. Feeling encouraged by the response, he continued to stroke her core gently, while using his other hand to spread her leg open a little wider for him.
Hearing these sounds alone was enough for him to feel satiated, but he wanted to express himself so much more with his actions.
His fingers continued to pleasure her until he sent her over the edge with the gentle and thorough strokes.
When she came down from her high, he removed his own clothing from his body, and then started leaving kisses all over her body, from her head and down. He kept the kisses loving and soft, wanting her to feel how much she meant to him in his kisses.
He hoped she knew how much she meant with the gentle caresses his hands gave her breast, stomach, her back, legs, and anything his fingers could reach.
He came back up to devour her mouth with his own once more before he pulled back to look her in the eyes after he was sure she ached for him. "Are you ready?" he asked softly.
Sakura stared in his eyes with a blush on her cheeks. "Yes," she said breathily.
Syaoran leaned down and kissed her lips, positioning himself over her entrance. He pressed his hardness against her core, reminding her what's to come.
"Sakura," he called, looking in her eyes.
As if she knew what he was asking through his eyes, she wrapped her arms around his body, encouraging him to continue what he knew she craved in this moment.
He slowly pushed his weight into her, burying himself deep inside her. They both released a sound together, remaining still. Syaoran did not know about her, but he was savoring the moment and feeling of being in her at a moment like this, with this feeling.
He leaned down, resting his forehead against hers so he could look in her eyes lovingly before his body began to move carefully and slowly.
They moaned together, keeping their bodies in sync with each other's as their lips found one another's again in a passionate kiss that matched their body movements.
Syaoran lost track of the amount of time they continued the slow dance, because before he knew it, Sakura had let out a loud moan, no doubts, reaching her peak. And then, he followed after her a minute later with his slow and passionate thrusts.
The only thing that could be heard was their panting as he remained slumped on top of her with half of his weight.
When he found the energy, he moved on the side of her. He reached over to the nightstand, grabbed a napkin, and then cleaned Sakura off. He cleaned himself afterwards.
It was quiet in the room, neither of them making a single sound that could put this tension in his chest at ease.
He could not explain what this was about, so instead of talking about it, he just pulled the sheets up over their bodies, snuggling closer to Sakura.
Sakura seemed to be in the same boat, but cuddled up to him immediately under the blankets, holding him.
"Good night, Sakura," he said, kissing her forehead gently.
"Goodnight," she said tiredly, eyes drifting shut.
A smile crept to his lips at seeing her sleep before him finally. He pulled her body closer to his, feeling satisfied.
For a change, it was not just because he had sex either.
Syaoran stared down at Sakura's face with one of the palm of his hands propping himself up. With the other hand, he moved his hand to her face, so he could brush the strands of auburn hair from her face.
She looked so peaceful and calm, that it made him feel at peace. He was still a little surprised that she had suggested coming over and could not help but wonder what prompted her to do so.
Leaning down to kiss her soft cheek, Syaoran thought to himself, what had really happened to Sakura?
She did mention that she was strangled in her sleep, but what else was there to it? Surely, something led up to her being strangled, right? Something had to have occurred before the big finale. And, what happened after that? Did she just move on and get over it, but still not trust anyone else?
Syaoran felt an unsettling feeling in his heart, thinking about the man she had once dated. He had already made up his mind that he would never have pleasant thoughts about the man but wondered if it had really been him who strangled Sakura in her sleep.
Who else would strangle his angel in her sleep, besides the person she slept in bed with?
Syaoran removed his hand from her face, suddenly feeling upset that she had even lain beside another man in bed. It would have made Syaoran feel better to know that he had been the only man she had ever thought of. A little part of him wished that she had lied and told him that he was the only man but knew that she would never lie to him like that.
Sakura's heart was too good for him, sometimes.
"Are you okay?" he heard a voice, beside him, ask.
Syaoran looked down, seeing Sakura's eyes opened, staring at his face concerned. He leaned down, kissing her lips softly, while cradling her face with the palm of his hand. "Good morning, beautiful."
A blush spread across her cheeks and she smiled at him a little. Sitting up, she grabbed the blankets to cover her naked upper body. "Good morning," she said softly. "What were you thinking about?"
Shaking his head, a little, he sat up from the bed to face her. "Nothing important. I didn't wake you, did I?" he asked.
She let out a silent sigh, shaking her head. "You didn't."
Staring at her face, he smiled, admiring how she could even look so beautiful early in the morning. He could see himself waking up to this every day.
Her face faltered a bit and she turned away from him. "What is it?" she asked, looking self-conscious suddenly.
"You're just so beautiful," he stated boldly.
Blushing furiously, she lay back on the bed, so she could hide her face for him, no doubts. "Don't you have to get to work?" she asked.
He chuckled softly, patting her behind lightly before he turned over to climb out of bed. "I do. You can sleep a bit longer if you'd like," he suggested.
"Are you sure? I can leave with you this morning."
He looked at her, shaking his head immediately. "No, no, no. Please, I want you to stay here as long as you need."
She smiled at him sweetly, making his cheeks warm a bit. "Okay."
"I'll see you at the session, right?" he reminded her.
"Same time."
"Alright," he leaned down, kissing her lips briefly, "please get more sleep."
Sakura nodded. "I'll try."
He smiled before he went to the connected bathroom to shower.
As soon as he showered and got ready for work, he left for the hospital.
On his way to work, all he could think about was his sisters being here, because they had still been calling his phone.
There were only so many phone calls that he could ignore, so he had decided that he would answer the phone if they called one more time.
It had only been five days since they arrived at his hospital, harassing him about spending time with them.
Syaoran sighed, feeling a heavy weight on his chest at that thought. He just wished they would leave so he could get back to his normal life.
He had been feeling a lot better without anyone here, aside from Sakura. Everything had been progressing just right.
Now, he had to face them, Meilin, the questions, and the list went on.
And then, another thing was added on the list just a few days ago; the Watanabe guy, who had not even tried to contact him since the session.
Sakura and everyone at the session had said that it would be a great idea if they could be accountable partners, so why had the man not tried to get in contact with him?
Syaoran was not even sure what they would have to do; what they would have to talk about.
The idea of talking with another person about his urges, other than Sakura, was still unsettling for him. Sakura had said it would be a great idea, though, and he trusted her, so he had put some thought into it.
His hospital came into view, putting his thoughts to a stop. After he parked his car, he took out his phone and went to the Watanabe man's contact.
He pressed the text message, letting his fingers linger over the keypad, not knowing what to send the man.
One minute passed before he typed, 'one, but not compulsively,' before he put his phone away.
The Watanabe guy could take it how he wanted, but Syaoran wanted to start somewhere.
A/N: I just got off the plane and it's super late, so I'm super tired and I have to work in a few hours. I just wanted to hurry and get the chapter out for you guys after I received the edited version back. (Thanks to thedeviantme!)
I do hope you guys enjoyed it!
Ja ne!