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Walk on the Wild Side
This fanfic is adapted from Anne Marie Winston's Original Story
There are a lot of changes to the main story. It is a total AU and there is no trace of Touya in this either.
Small Lady- I modified that story to create this one, I thought that it was a really good story and that my fav. Anime couple should be the characters.
I WOULD LIKE TO THANK THOSE WHO REVIEWED THIS FIC SO FAR!
Guys I would like to point out that I made a mistake. I was thinking of too many characters at one time in different stories, and I gave Syaoran the wrong eye colour, I said they were blue. I am changing that in chapter 1.
Chapter Four:
Syaoran looked down at Sakura. She seemed dazed by the sensual promise implicit in his low voice. She hesitated, and he registered the moment when she realized what he wanted. Slowly, she leaned her head back against the tree trunk, closing her eyes. Amusement floated at the edges of his consciousness. How a woman her age, who looked the way she did, could be so completely unused to a man's touch was beyond him. The men in this town must be blind.
She raised the hand he still held, and his attention focused on her upturned face. Her eyelids fluttered, her lips were softly parted and her breasts rose and fell with the quickened pace of her breathing. It was all he could do not to haul her into his arms but he wanted her to feel safe with him. To trust him.
Turning her hand over to guide his, slowly she pulled it up and in, between their bodies until finally, finally, she spread his palm flat over her breast.
They both sighed, and he felt her body relax.
"You want me to touch you here." Syaoran lightly traced a circle around her breast, then brushed his thumb lazily over the sensitive peak.
She inhaled sharply. "Yes."
He brought his other hand up then, and while he continued those easy, desire-fueling caresses, he deftly unbuttoned her blouse. On the dark corner of the deserted street, he knew no one would see. He tugged it free of her skirt and spread it wide to expose her plain white bra. "Ah," he whispered. "Sweet. Do you know what I want to do?"
"Wh-what?"
"I want," he said, "to kiss you right here." He slipped his palms inside her bra and cupped her bare breasts, and she made a soft sound in the back of her throat. His big hands easily covered her and he loved the firmness of her small, taut breasts in his hands. But she had tensed again, and given her comments yesterday, he was pretty sure he knew why.
Syaoran leaned forward and lightly kissed her mouth as he rotated his palms over her breasts. "You are perfect," he whispered. He trailed his mouth down the line of her jaw and as he kissed her throat, he felt her swallow.
"I'm not," she said in a low, dull voice. "I'm...flat."
He couldn't help smiling and he wondered if she felt it against her skin. Gently, he cupped her breasts and lifted them free of her bra. "Flat," he said, "you definitely aren't." He kissed the base of her throat, then slid his mouth down the midline of her chest until his face was directly between the two warm mounds. "Shall I go left," he whispered, "or right? Your choice."
He felt her body heave as she chuckled. "Some choice." But her voice was thready and she lifted one small hand and laid it against the right side of his face. He willingly moved to the left, licking a steady path around her, slowly decreasing the circle until he closed his mouth over her nipple.
Sakura arched against him as he drew on her gently, suckling and tonguing the turgid peak. Her hands speared into his hair and she held him against her.
God, he wanted her. For one insane instant, he actually considered dragging her around behind the big old tree, and the very notion was enough to draw him up short. Her first time was going to be somewhere private and comfortable. Somewhere she could shed her inhibitions, let down her hair, and be the woman he was sure lurked beneath her demure, buttoned-down façade.
With genuine regret and a minor adjustment of the uncomfortable fit of his pants, he slowly drew his mouth from her, carefully pulling her bra into place and rebuttoning her blouse. He left it untucked. With her hair down, no one could see much of her upper torso anyway.
Sakura stood still and pliant. She'd opened her eyes when he'd stopped kissing her, and her gaze was wide and dark in the shadow of the tree. "You didn't have to stop," she said.
"Yes," he said positively, "I did. Or you'd be up against that tree with your legs wrapped around my waist."
Her eyes widened in shock.
"Come on," he said, taking her hand again. "Let's go watch old movies and neck."
Sakura laughed and the sound was music to his ears. "Sounds like a plan."
He courted her. That, she decided, was the only word for it. On Wednesday, a ridiculously large bouquet of delicate, fragrant freesia arrived at the library for her in the morning. The tiny card tucked among them read: These reminded me of you. That was it.
He strode in again just before closing.
At the front desk, Sakura forced herself to greet him with the same calm friendliness she showed to the rest of the world. "Hello. Thank you for the flowers." She allowed herself to smile at him with just a shade of intimacy. Last night, they'd made popcorn and watched movies, and he'd talked about his business. She would have welcomed more of his dizzying kisses but he'd been surprisingly restrained, leaving her at 11:00 with only one last kiss at the door.
"You're welcome." Before she fathomed his intent, Syaoran reached for her chin, leaned forward and touched his lips to hers in a brief kiss.
One of the other librarians giggled, and Sakura shot him a look that promised discussion later. "It's five o'clock," she announced. She followed the last patrons to the door and locked it behind them. "See you in the morning," she said to her staff as everyone gathered their things and headed for the back door they normally used.
After a flurry of farewells, everyone was off. Sakura turned to Syaoran, who stood patiently behind her. "What was that?" she demanded.
"What?" His tone was pure innocence. The same tone he'd used when the principal had accused him of putting tadpoles in the faculty lounge water cooler.
"You know what," she said, narrowing her eyes. "That kiss."
"Too short," he pronounced. "How about we try it again and triple the contact?"
"Not here," she said immediately.
"Why not?"
"Because," she said, "I am not planning to provide this town with tomorrow's gossip."
"Sakura —" his tone was patient "— I think they've seen people kissing before."
"Yes, but they haven't seen me kissing before." Was she crazy, telling the object of her whole life's desire that she didn't want to kiss him?
"Good." The single word rang with satisfaction. "May I hold your hand?"
She sighed. "Of course."
"So I take it you have held hands in public before?" He twined her fingers with his and they started walking.
"No," she said, "but there's a big difference between kissing and holding hands."
His eyebrows rose. "I thought you were engaged."
"I was." And this really wasn't a topic she wanted to discuss. But if she knew Syaoran — and she most certainly did — he'd hound her until she told him what he wanted to know. "His name is Ira Rio and he's a minister. He came here from Philadelphia five years ago when Reverend Quinn at First Presbyterian retired."
"A minister."
"If you laugh, I'll hit you."
He lifted a hand to his face and smoothed away his smile. "Not laughing. Honest. Tell me the rest."
"We dated for two years and he asked me to marry him."
"Sakura?" When she paused, he asked, "If you dated this guy for two years and you know for sure he's not gay, how come you two never got naked together?"
"I've asked myself that a million times." She sighed. "I don't think he ever was interested in me — attracted-interested, I mean. I think he thought I'd make a perfect pastor's wife."
"He didn't know you very well, then."
She should have been insulted but the comment actually warmed her. "The wedding was set for about a year away but three months before it, I walked into his apartment unannounced one day and caught him and Mayko in the act." Funny how she didn't mind telling Syaoran this. "Actually," she said, "they looked pretty silly. He's only about two inches taller than me, and skinny. Mayko Sudji is...an Amazon."
"So I can't even go beat the tar out of this guy because he's smaller than me." Syaoran's voice didn't hold a trace of amusement. Startled, she glanced up at his set face.
"No, but I appreciate the thought," she said lightly, putting her other hand on his arm. Then she realized the muscles were rigid beneath her fingertips. "Syaoran, it happened almost three years ago. It's old history."
"He hurt you." His low voice carried a savage undertone.
"Only for a little while," she said. "I don't think I really loved him or it would still hurt. Now I'm just thankful Mayko got stuck with him instead of me." She shook his arm lightly. "Let's not talk about him anymore. He's not important."
They walked the rest of the way in silence. At her side, Syaoran's presence felt brooding and dark, unlike last night when she'd felt so...connected to him. It was a lonely feeling, and she didn't like it.
On the sidewalk in front of their houses, he slowed to a halt. She stared up at him silently, unsure of how to react to his strange mood.
"Sakura," he said.
"Syaoran." She smiled, trying for lightness.
"I don't want to hurt you."
Startled, she said, "You haven't."
"I can't stay. You know that."
"It never occurred to me that you would." That was true. She had known from the moment she'd seen him getting out of his car on Monday that he was only visiting. And she wasn't going to think about it until after he was gone. Then she'd have the rest of her life to cry.
"I want you." He pulled her around to face him and drew her against him.
"I know." She put her hands up to each side of his face. "Kiss me."
"Inside." His voice was hoarse. "I'll kiss you inside." He paused, and she felt his broad chest rise and fall as he took a deep breath. "We're not stopping with kisses tonight, Sakura."
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Card Captor Sakura or the original story line.
Walk on the Wild Side
This fanfic is adapted from Anne Marie Winston's Original Story
There are a lot of changes to the main story. It is a total AU and there is no trace of Touya in this either.
Small Lady- I modified that story to create this one, I thought that it was a really good story and that my fav. Anime couple should be the characters.
I WOULD LIKE TO THANK THOSE WHO REVIEWED THIS FIC SO FAR!
Guys I would like to point out that I made a mistake. I was thinking of too many characters at one time in different stories, and I gave Syaoran the wrong eye colour, I said they were blue. I am changing that in chapter 1.
Chapter Four:
Syaoran looked down at Sakura. She seemed dazed by the sensual promise implicit in his low voice. She hesitated, and he registered the moment when she realized what he wanted. Slowly, she leaned her head back against the tree trunk, closing her eyes. Amusement floated at the edges of his consciousness. How a woman her age, who looked the way she did, could be so completely unused to a man's touch was beyond him. The men in this town must be blind.
She raised the hand he still held, and his attention focused on her upturned face. Her eyelids fluttered, her lips were softly parted and her breasts rose and fell with the quickened pace of her breathing. It was all he could do not to haul her into his arms but he wanted her to feel safe with him. To trust him.
Turning her hand over to guide his, slowly she pulled it up and in, between their bodies until finally, finally, she spread his palm flat over her breast.
They both sighed, and he felt her body relax.
"You want me to touch you here." Syaoran lightly traced a circle around her breast, then brushed his thumb lazily over the sensitive peak.
She inhaled sharply. "Yes."
He brought his other hand up then, and while he continued those easy, desire-fueling caresses, he deftly unbuttoned her blouse. On the dark corner of the deserted street, he knew no one would see. He tugged it free of her skirt and spread it wide to expose her plain white bra. "Ah," he whispered. "Sweet. Do you know what I want to do?"
"Wh-what?"
"I want," he said, "to kiss you right here." He slipped his palms inside her bra and cupped her bare breasts, and she made a soft sound in the back of her throat. His big hands easily covered her and he loved the firmness of her small, taut breasts in his hands. But she had tensed again, and given her comments yesterday, he was pretty sure he knew why.
Syaoran leaned forward and lightly kissed her mouth as he rotated his palms over her breasts. "You are perfect," he whispered. He trailed his mouth down the line of her jaw and as he kissed her throat, he felt her swallow.
"I'm not," she said in a low, dull voice. "I'm...flat."
He couldn't help smiling and he wondered if she felt it against her skin. Gently, he cupped her breasts and lifted them free of her bra. "Flat," he said, "you definitely aren't." He kissed the base of her throat, then slid his mouth down the midline of her chest until his face was directly between the two warm mounds. "Shall I go left," he whispered, "or right? Your choice."
He felt her body heave as she chuckled. "Some choice." But her voice was thready and she lifted one small hand and laid it against the right side of his face. He willingly moved to the left, licking a steady path around her, slowly decreasing the circle until he closed his mouth over her nipple.
Sakura arched against him as he drew on her gently, suckling and tonguing the turgid peak. Her hands speared into his hair and she held him against her.
God, he wanted her. For one insane instant, he actually considered dragging her around behind the big old tree, and the very notion was enough to draw him up short. Her first time was going to be somewhere private and comfortable. Somewhere she could shed her inhibitions, let down her hair, and be the woman he was sure lurked beneath her demure, buttoned-down façade.
With genuine regret and a minor adjustment of the uncomfortable fit of his pants, he slowly drew his mouth from her, carefully pulling her bra into place and rebuttoning her blouse. He left it untucked. With her hair down, no one could see much of her upper torso anyway.
Sakura stood still and pliant. She'd opened her eyes when he'd stopped kissing her, and her gaze was wide and dark in the shadow of the tree. "You didn't have to stop," she said.
"Yes," he said positively, "I did. Or you'd be up against that tree with your legs wrapped around my waist."
Her eyes widened in shock.
"Come on," he said, taking her hand again. "Let's go watch old movies and neck."
Sakura laughed and the sound was music to his ears. "Sounds like a plan."
He courted her. That, she decided, was the only word for it. On Wednesday, a ridiculously large bouquet of delicate, fragrant freesia arrived at the library for her in the morning. The tiny card tucked among them read: These reminded me of you. That was it.
He strode in again just before closing.
At the front desk, Sakura forced herself to greet him with the same calm friendliness she showed to the rest of the world. "Hello. Thank you for the flowers." She allowed herself to smile at him with just a shade of intimacy. Last night, they'd made popcorn and watched movies, and he'd talked about his business. She would have welcomed more of his dizzying kisses but he'd been surprisingly restrained, leaving her at 11:00 with only one last kiss at the door.
"You're welcome." Before she fathomed his intent, Syaoran reached for her chin, leaned forward and touched his lips to hers in a brief kiss.
One of the other librarians giggled, and Sakura shot him a look that promised discussion later. "It's five o'clock," she announced. She followed the last patrons to the door and locked it behind them. "See you in the morning," she said to her staff as everyone gathered their things and headed for the back door they normally used.
After a flurry of farewells, everyone was off. Sakura turned to Syaoran, who stood patiently behind her. "What was that?" she demanded.
"What?" His tone was pure innocence. The same tone he'd used when the principal had accused him of putting tadpoles in the faculty lounge water cooler.
"You know what," she said, narrowing her eyes. "That kiss."
"Too short," he pronounced. "How about we try it again and triple the contact?"
"Not here," she said immediately.
"Why not?"
"Because," she said, "I am not planning to provide this town with tomorrow's gossip."
"Sakura —" his tone was patient "— I think they've seen people kissing before."
"Yes, but they haven't seen me kissing before." Was she crazy, telling the object of her whole life's desire that she didn't want to kiss him?
"Good." The single word rang with satisfaction. "May I hold your hand?"
She sighed. "Of course."
"So I take it you have held hands in public before?" He twined her fingers with his and they started walking.
"No," she said, "but there's a big difference between kissing and holding hands."
His eyebrows rose. "I thought you were engaged."
"I was." And this really wasn't a topic she wanted to discuss. But if she knew Syaoran — and she most certainly did — he'd hound her until she told him what he wanted to know. "His name is Ira Rio and he's a minister. He came here from Philadelphia five years ago when Reverend Quinn at First Presbyterian retired."
"A minister."
"If you laugh, I'll hit you."
He lifted a hand to his face and smoothed away his smile. "Not laughing. Honest. Tell me the rest."
"We dated for two years and he asked me to marry him."
"Sakura?" When she paused, he asked, "If you dated this guy for two years and you know for sure he's not gay, how come you two never got naked together?"
"I've asked myself that a million times." She sighed. "I don't think he ever was interested in me — attracted-interested, I mean. I think he thought I'd make a perfect pastor's wife."
"He didn't know you very well, then."
She should have been insulted but the comment actually warmed her. "The wedding was set for about a year away but three months before it, I walked into his apartment unannounced one day and caught him and Mayko in the act." Funny how she didn't mind telling Syaoran this. "Actually," she said, "they looked pretty silly. He's only about two inches taller than me, and skinny. Mayko Sudji is...an Amazon."
"So I can't even go beat the tar out of this guy because he's smaller than me." Syaoran's voice didn't hold a trace of amusement. Startled, she glanced up at his set face.
"No, but I appreciate the thought," she said lightly, putting her other hand on his arm. Then she realized the muscles were rigid beneath her fingertips. "Syaoran, it happened almost three years ago. It's old history."
"He hurt you." His low voice carried a savage undertone.
"Only for a little while," she said. "I don't think I really loved him or it would still hurt. Now I'm just thankful Mayko got stuck with him instead of me." She shook his arm lightly. "Let's not talk about him anymore. He's not important."
They walked the rest of the way in silence. At her side, Syaoran's presence felt brooding and dark, unlike last night when she'd felt so...connected to him. It was a lonely feeling, and she didn't like it.
On the sidewalk in front of their houses, he slowed to a halt. She stared up at him silently, unsure of how to react to his strange mood.
"Sakura," he said.
"Syaoran." She smiled, trying for lightness.
"I don't want to hurt you."
Startled, she said, "You haven't."
"I can't stay. You know that."
"It never occurred to me that you would." That was true. She had known from the moment she'd seen him getting out of his car on Monday that he was only visiting. And she wasn't going to think about it until after he was gone. Then she'd have the rest of her life to cry.
"I want you." He pulled her around to face him and drew her against him.
"I know." She put her hands up to each side of his face. "Kiss me."
"Inside." His voice was hoarse. "I'll kiss you inside." He paused, and she felt his broad chest rise and fall as he took a deep breath. "We're not stopping with kisses tonight, Sakura."