Wild Dreaming
by animefreak
Friday.
It was a very cold day, which wasn't an unusual event at this time of the year, so near Christmas. Kinomoto Sakura waved excitedly to her father and her ever frowning brother through the bus window. By her side sat a dark haired girl with her customary digital camera in hand, her dearest childhood friend, Daidouji Tomoyo, recording every second of her best friend's life with a delighted squeal. Such a treat to be able to immortalize their senior year school trip, she thought. She couldn't hide the ecstatic grin on her face when she thought of Sakura, wearing something stunning from the amazing wardrobe she had spent weeks putting together for her to wear on this trip...and she was getting everything on tape!
Besides, there were bound to be some interesting developments throughout this trip. Tomoyo cast a quick glance at Sakura fighting with her brother through the window over something silly, and then to the quiet one sitting behind them. He seemed lost in thought, amber eyes fixed in an invisible spot outside his window, the traditional frown knitting his brow. Li Syaoran. He didn't even seem to notice the schoolbus take off, or his loud classmates chattering with one another. The trip through the frozen mountains was completely uneventful. So much even Tomoyo put her camera away for a while.
One of the kids pulled out a guitar and everybody started singing along to the very popular tune he started playing. Even Tomoyo, who kept nudging Sakura to make her sing as well, to which she replied gesturing helplessly through the loud racket that she didn't know the lyrics. Tomoyo clicked her tongue in mock exasperation and continued to gaily sing along, as Sakura shifted comfortably on her seat to get a better view of her classmates making complete fools out of themselves. She didn't notice the pensive teen sitting directly behind her, fingers running idly through his messy chestnut hair. Something obvious was on his mind, judging from his troubled expression and the surreptitious glances he kept throwing the lovely teen sitting in front of him, as she began to doze off...
*****
The snow covered landscape before them was awfully familiar. They had been here before many many years ago, in an almost fateful school trip where Sakura almost lost her life. She hardly thought about it right now, excited as she was about everything around her. Syaoran allowed himself a little smirk at the sight of her glittering emerald green eyes taking in everything as if it was the first time. That was just the way she was. Only one of the thousand reasons he could think of why she was so beautiful.
Tomoyo was currently busy switching tapes, afraid to miss any action, while Sakura complained at how heavy the suitcase Tomoyo had carefully packed up for her was. By the time they finished settling in it was already dark, so everybody gathered at the dining room, where the teacher in charge tried to explain the activities for the weekend through the loud noise of the chattering kids.
Across the table from Sakura and Tomoyo sat Syaoran, quietly having his dinner as if he was alone in the world. Sakura noticed this, eyes narrowing in slight concern. Something was up with him. But she wouldn't ask. She had learned this throughout their many years of friendship. It would only bother or embarrass him if she did. If he wanted to spit it out, he would come around on his own. The whole thought drifted blissfully off her mind as one of her classmates began telling a story about something funny that had happened to his mother in the supermarket the day before. It wasn't so long before everyone started yawning and the sensei suggested that everyone went to sleep, for tomorrow they had a very busy day. Everyone started getting up from their chairs, calling their roommates to sleep already. Daidouji Tomoyo and Kinomoto Sakura waved everyone good bye, and left for their room chatting and laughing. Li Syaoran got up from his chair and went off with them, since his room was next door to theirs. None of them were aware of the womanlike shadow that lurked in the dark corners, seemingly following the three tired teens.
*****
That night, Sakura found it hard to fall asleep. Every time she started to drift off, something seemed to make her open her eyes again. So she got up from bed, slipped her feet into her fuzzy slippers and went out. She seemed to know exactly where she wanted to go. She stopped in front of the neighbor door and quietly entered the unlocked room.
Lying in bed, asleep and shirtless, was Li Syaoran. She smirked impishly before she approached him, casting an appreciative glance at him. She untied the knot on the sash of her robe, and padded silently over to the window, to close the curtains, making enough noise for him to grumble slightly, letting her know that he was waking up. She lost her robe, and sat on his stomach, all in a swift and graceful move. By this time he was fully awake and growling menacingly at the intruder. She grabbed his wrists and forced them against the bed. He sort of understood that this wasn't likely to be an enemy out to kill him, judging from the delicate and sweet scent that seemed to fill the whole room, and the softness of warm skin against his own. His eyes grew wide in disbelief as the actions from the intruder got bolder and bolder. Somehow, he wasn't refusing her advances, more like beginning to enjoy them. He even didn't give a damn about who she was anymore. She noticed he wasn't trying to force his wrists free anymore, and smiled at the realization. He wanted this to happen as much as she did. She then kissed him, and her eyes flew open at the unexpectedly passionate and almost hungry response.
She released his wrists as he began trying to free them again, just to be able to touch her and maybe return at least a fraction of the feelings she was arousing within him. He quickly flipped her over, pinning her down against the mattress, hands all over her. He ran a hair through her now damp hair and noticed it was shortish. He thought for a second about how that could be a clue to who this irresistible stranger could possibly be, but it left his mind almost immediately. He grabbed a fistful of her silk nightgown, feeling about ready to rip it off of her, when she stopped him. He blinked in shock. She wasn't going to back out now, was she?
She then threw him a sultry smile, as if he could see her, and got a hold on the girdle of his sweatpants, slipping a mischievous hand down his thigh, inside of his pants, making him gasp...just as a gust of wind hit the heavy curtains, allowing a beam of moonlight in the room for the briefest of seconds. Long enough, however, to let Syaoran have the shock of a lifetime. The mysterious stranger was indeed beautiful Sakura!
*****
Sakura's eyes snapped open as she bolted upright on her bed, clamping a trembling hand against her mouth when a yelp escaped from her throat. Her hair was damp, her breathing uneven, her heart pounding wildly within her chest, threatening to jump out. She cast a quick look to Tomoyo's bed to check if she was still asleep. Sakura sighed softly in utter relief, not feeling like explaining the reason for the rude awakening she'd just had to her best friend. Her eyes went wide in astonishment as a deep red blush crept up her cheeks. She couldn't believe the dream she'd just had. She felt like digging a hole on the ground and sticking her head in it. She'd never had a dream like this before. About anyone. And the last thing she would have possibly fathomed was that she would be having these kind of dreams about...Syaoran. She grabbed a fistful of her pyjamas on her chest, as if that would steady her heartbeat. She just couldn't shake the feeling of disbelief and embarrassment off.
At the very same time, Li Syaoran jumped up from his bed, hands clutching the bed sheets. He could feel his whole body shaking from the loud thud deep inside his chest. He too clamped his hand to his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut. He felt like such a pervert. He didn't understand where that line of thinking came from. About Sakura? It couldn't have been conscious. He had admitted to himself that he loved her long ago, and his feelings for her were so pure he hadn't even dared confess his feelings to her. He hadn't even thought about these things. How could he possibly dream about it? He his brow with the back of his hand and took several deep breaths to calm himself. Then he laid back, his eyes still wide from the shock, and wondered how he was going to look at Sakura in the morning.
Sakura wondered the same question, silently. This was disturbing beyond words. Beyond anything. Sleep refused to come back to claim her, leaving her to replay her bizarre dream over and over again. She remembered every tiny detail, every feeling, every smell...everything!
Syaoran tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep anymore. He could also remember everything in vivid detail. It was gut-wrenching. He just wanted to forget about this whole stupid dream, wished he hadn't had it...but he couldn't help it. He couldn't help recalling her warmth, the velvety feel of her skin, the way every inch of his body seemed to match hers, the way his hand felt against her curves, his fingers running through her damp hair, his face buried into the crook of her neck, his nostrils filling with that intoxicating scent of hers, and the mischievous grin he had discovered in her moonlight bathed face when he discovered it was her. He couldn't help but like it. And he hated liking it.
The sun began to rise and Sakura hadn't slept for a single dear second. She was exhausted from fighting back the urge to drift off into the memories of that dream of hers all night long, until she finally caved in. She had also admitted long ago to having a crush on him, one that she kept carefully in check. She wouldn't risk his friendship for the world. And now, there she was, pleasantly shivering from the very thought of his touch, of his weight pressing her lithe body against the mattress, of his passionate kisses, and that smell...she heaved an exhausted sigh, not knowing what to do. By this time Tomoyo had already gotten up, noticed she was awake, and started talking about which one of her fantastic outfits was Sakura going to wear today.
"Actually, Tomoyo..." she began, rubbing her sore and tired eyes "I think I'm going to stay in this morning"
"Why?!" Tomoyo nearly screamed, only to have Sakura press a hand against her mouth to silence her "Why?" she repeated, this time quieter.
"I don't feel so good" she whined "I had a really--" she gulped at this "rough night"
"Were you uncomfortable? Did you have bad dreams? You should have woke me up!" she chided.
"I was cold" she said, wrapping herself even tighter in the thick bedspread and blankets "and yes, I had a weird dream"
"About?"
"I--I don't remember" she lied self consciously. Sakura hated lying to her best friend, but this was way too private...too embarrassing to let anyone else know about it.
"I'll let sensei know then. I'm sure he'll understand" she smiled softly "But, if you change your mind, here's what I chose for you to wear today. It's stunning! I'm sure you'll dazzle...everyone...if you feel like coming out to play later" she winked impishly at her.
With this, she got up from Sakura's bed and went into the bathroom. Sakura silently thanked the gods Kero had felt kind of sick and decided to stay home for the weekend. He would have certainly noticed the concern written all over his Mistress' face, and wouldn't have given up until he'd found out what was wrong. How could she explain something like this to anyone? She was sure she wouldn't even bring herself to write it in her diary. No way.
*****
Li Syaoran refused to get out of bed. No one would nudge him on the ribs to make him get up, go out and have fun with everyone. He couldn't, not with these thoughts whirling in his mind anyway. And besides, he was way too tired to do anything. He hoped to sleep without dreams, begged not to be taunted again by those images of his adored sorceress that were driving him crazy. Sleep began to make his eyelids feel heavier, and he finally slipped into a heavy slumber.
So did Kinomoto Sakura, in the room next door.