Syaoran hadn't really thought everything through when he asked her to be his wife.  It was spur of the moment, the true desire of his heart, but he didn't mean it to come out so soon, or in such a place. 

He imagined her in Paris, sipping champagne on top of the Eiffel Tower.  She would be wearing a dress of white and he would be in a black tuxedo.  They would converse many topics such as art and then he would know the exact moment when she would want to be asked.  She would be older of course, their relationship ripe with age and passion.  After his declaration, she would tenderly kiss him and they would make love the rest of the night. 

No, he never, never imagined this moment to proceed with him half-clothed, her in her pajamas, both breathless from desire while they lay in her bed. It was a far cry from his wish and it didn't surprise him in the least when Tomoyo barged into Sakura's apartment unannounced. 

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         Sakura, on the other hand, was speechless.  She could scarcely breath and she wanted him more than anything.  Sakura took a glance at Syaoran's disheveled appearance, his pants slightly loose due to her attentions.  In fact, his proposal was simply lost on her desire-laden mind.  She hadn't even realized it happened, so when Tomoyo squeaked and ran outside, Sakura had no qualms about following her, however much she wanted Syaoran. 

"Tomoyo…wait up!  It wasn't what you thought!  He just went running…" She slowed her jog to a walking pace as she caught up with Tomoyo.  But Tomoyo's stare brought her out of her reverie.

"Sakura, he cheated on you!  He acted like he loved you, but he then went over and attacked Meilin!  Do you want this kind of man in your life?"  Sakura was stunned by her words.  Of course Syaoran had explained everything to her the night before, but still, she did feel as if it was too fast.  However her blush deepened as she remembered that she had responded to him this morning, and, which was harder to admit, she didn't want him to stop.  But as things began to clear, she realized that he had stopped himself before Tomoyo came in.  Now, what was he doing?  She smiled to herself at the thought.

"Tomoyo, Syaoran explained it to me.  He said Meilin attacked him.  I mean, she was in HIS apartment, ya know…" Tomoyo simply huffed, but being a sensible girl realized the mistake. 

"Yes, Meilin has always been quite the little worm.  I wouldn't put it past her…but still, do you love him?  Does he love you?"  Tomoyo's eyes searched Sakura's own, but she already knew her answer.  Sakura only had to nod in assertion and that was that.

"Well, I believe you have a very confused man in your apartment to contend with, Sakura.  Call me later with all the details, okay?"  With a worried smile and a wave, she was gone. 

Sakura bounded the way back to her loft, excited to see Syaoran, heart soaring with that delightful feeling of first love.  When she got back, however, he was dressed and waiting on her bed.  She playfully jumped onto his lap, kissing his cheek, far too nervous to initiate anything now that she had displayed such want.  However, with one look in his eyes, he showed her what he really needed, an answer.  An answer to a question she didn't even realized he asked.

"Sakura, are you, are you coming to Paris with me?"  He couldn't dare to ask the second part again, but he thought that her coming to Paris meant yes on both accounts.

"Of course, silly!" And she punctuated her words with a hug, which Syaoran dutifully reciprocated. 

"Oh Sakura, you don't know how happy you have made me!  I promise to take care of you and get you anything you desire!"  He turned her in his lap so that she straddled him, and he kissed her breathless, so happy and content to hold her, his own Sakura, his fiancé.

Sakura leaned into the kiss, happy for the moment to spend the time with Syaoran, the man she loved. 

"I will take care of everything, and the ceremony will take place as quickly as possible, sweetie!"  At these words she was confused, but dismissed them as he kissed her again. 

She was going to Paris. 

She would have time to dwell on his strange quirks later.  And the strange question he asked her before their interruption still befuddled her brain. 

What exactly did he ask again…?