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Chapter One: Picture yourself on a boat in the river
Sakura washed the dishes, it had been two years since they got married.
She put one dish on the dish rack and started working on a cup. The first six months were glorious, perfect, it was like watching a couple walk through heaven.
She put the cup away and picked up another dish. In the first month, nothing really seemed to matter besides the fact whether or not they were within arms length.
She picked up a spoon. They couldn't keep their hands off of each other, kissing and making love almost every second of the day.
She put the sponge away and put on the water, beginning to rinse the dishes. They agreed not to get married, it was too soon. She was eighteen when they made the decision, maybe she'd have a child this year.
She was done, she wiped her hands on a small towel that hung over the spices that gave scent to the small kitchen.
Sakura put a hand to her mouth unconsciously and began to bite her fingernails. She couldn't help feel something gnaw on the corner of her stomach, she didn't know what was wrong. Sakura had Syaoran; who was sexy, kind, funny, cute, generous, loving, and not to mention, great in bed. Sakura had her own home as well. Sakura was the perfect housewife.
Then a tear ran down her cheek. Who was she kidding, she was terribly lonely. Tomoyo was gone for a year to America, though she was coming back next week. Eriol was back at London, she had heard from his last letter that he was thinking of moving to Japan. She let out a small smile, at least she would soon have her friends again. But what had really bothered her was the fact that she and Syaoran hardly had time for each other.
Hell, the last time they made love was a month ago. She had no idea what happened, over time they kissed less, they touched less, they made love less. They never really talked much in the beginning anyways, their love was a bond, they didn't need to talk too much. But she would have liked to have a conversation bigger than "hello" and "how was your day?".
Where had all the love gone? Sakura was sure that she still loved Syaoran, and she was sure that he still loved her. Was she not attractive anymore? Sure, she had gained a little weight…resulting from her not doing as many athletic activities. But it was hardly that much weight anyways, she was sure the weight had given her a more voluptuous figure since she was too skinny back then anyways.
Sakura walked into the bathroom and took off her shirt and pants, she studied herself. 5'7, 132 pounds. She had a slight tan from gardening but it made her glow, her eyes were still a sparkly green and her red hair was cut short again. The short cut gave a cute but sexy edge to her look. She was now reassured that it wasn't her looks that were the problem.
Then what could it be?
A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts, a big smile broke out on Sakura's face. Syaoran had most likely come home early from work, the better to surprise him then. Sakura quickly took off her undergarments and put on a small silk slip so she could seduce her husband, who was normally working all the time and came home tired. Yes, she would give him a massage to relax his tense muscles and she would take back the love that had been missing for a while.
Sakura opened the door, bending forward a bit to show some cleavage. She then looked up, hearing a cough, and immediately jumped back and blushed a bright red.
Eriol was looking at her with the most amused expression on his face. "This is the most surprising and nice welcome I've gotten in my whole life."
This comment only succeeded in getting Sakura's face more red, as well as the red spreading to her small ears. "Ah… sorry… I thought you were my husband."
"That's alright, how is Syaoran?"
"Fine…" Sakura was obviously still embarrassed, looking down at the floor.
"May I come in?"
"Ah! Oh of course! Where'd my manners go!" Sakura exclaimed, she pushed Eriol inside.
"With your clothes," Eriol coolly responded.
Sakura blushed again, ran to her room, ran back to Eriol to excuse her self, ran to her room again, and then came back wearing a robe. "I'm so sorry! This is so embarrassing!"
Eriol still gazed at her silently.
"Cup of tea?" Sakura got out a tea kettle and a cup. Eriol nodded.
Sakura looked down again, she was nervous, not quite sure what to say. However, the silence was killing her and she had to speak up and change the subject. "So er… how's London?"
"Tomoyo's fine."
Sakura looked at him with a big look of shock, her mouth open. "H-How'd you…never mind. I don't want to know," Sakura muttered.
"You're lonely?" His voice was slightly raised at the end, a question. Abnormal.
"Why would I be lonely?" Sakura asked back, defensive. Wait. Eriol was a guy, maybe he could help her… "Well, actually…"
Eriol looked at her, "Well?"
"I am lonely. Syaoran and I haven't made love in one whole month, and these days we're hardly around each other! And we never touch or kiss or talk or… or… maybe if I got pregnant he would pay more attention to me…" Sakura said in one breath.
"Oh." Eriol took a sip from his tea.
Sakura looked at him for a moment, as if expecting him to say something. Then she sighed in frustration. "OH! Is that all! Help me! You're a guy, tell me what I should do to get his attention!?"
"Talk to him."
"That's it! I'd expect more from you! I'm just so terribly lonely! I don't know what to do anymo…" Sakura's voice drowned out and she began to cry. Eriol moved towards her and put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her.
Sakura looked up into his dark violet eyes, her own green eyes grew big. She raised a hand to his cheek and touched, he was soft. He was frail, he was unlike Syaoran. She continued and removed his glasses. She looked into his eyes. She could hear his soft breaths get shorter as she stroked his cheek with her hand.
His eyes seemed to bore into hers. He wouldn't move, he wouldn't do anything. My god, she wanted him to touch her. She wanted him to touch her everywhere, to kiss her, to make love to her. She paused, make love to her? That was pushing it a bit, she was MARRIED! Another side of her brain reasoned, Syaoran had stopped showing interest in her. Perhaps it was because he found some other girl! Oh, that bitch. She already hated whoever else he was seeing.
Besides, just once kiss won't hurt.
Sakura immediately jumped up to him, taking him by surprise. She pushed him to the floor and lowered her mouth to his, pushing his lips open with her tongue. Her tongue meshed with his tongue. She initiated, and suddenly was all over her. His hands untied the silly belt holding her bathrobe together. He swept it off and ripped off her slip, her naked body on top of his in the most compromising situation.
They were at in seconds, moaning and groaning as Sakura tousled his hair while kissing him and Eriol rubbed her back in all the right spots. Soon it was done and Sakura got up, her face flushed and her hair messy.
"I… I don't know what we just did," Sakura said meekly. As soon as the rush had come, it had disappeared and left Sakura without any reason to justify what she had just done with Eriol.
"We had sex," Eriol said, almost lazily. He looked down at her, "I won't tell Syaoran, if that's what you're worried about. We don't have to ever talk about this, we'll pretend it never happened. In fact, I'll be heading home now." Eriol got up, ready to leave.
"Wait…" Sakura's voice stopped him. He turned around, an eyebrow raised, his eyes expectant and waiting for her words. "Thank you."
He spun around and left. Sakura looked at the door incredulously. She couldn't quite take in what she had just done. She was a whore! She had slept with some other guy, while she was MARRIED! Sakura walked over to the bathroom numbly, turning on the shower.
She had just done it with Eriol on the kitchen floor, and she didn't quite know why.
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PUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! More Eriol/Sakura-ness in the next chapter. I'm fourteen, no lemons for meeeeee… Oh, Tomoyo I think comes in the third or fourth chapter.
