The Past and the Present
By: Lady Lowe
Disclaimer: See Chs. 1 & 2, if you'd like.
AN: Gomen nasai, I'm sorry for making everyone wait! But here it finally is. Pooface, I remember the first time that I had ever posted this which was like two years ago. Fifty-two reviews, now all gone because FanFiction.Net took it away. Bitch. -=D But thank you for the 23 reviews that I've gotten recently. It doesn't compare, but I'm glad nonetheless. And yes, I had originally posted here first and then MediaMiner.Org, and then forgot about this until another person reviewed at MM.O. Basically, I have yet to work on Chapter Four since I'm feeling quite dejected right now.

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The Past and Present
Chapter Three

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The sorrow in her eyes made him ache, and he closed his eyes to kiss her.

(wrong, wrong!)

Yes, Syaoran knew it was wrong. But it was so tantalizingly wrong. It was like forbidden lust had just knocked on his door. And what man could refuse that?

(a noble man, a noble man! stop it stop it!!!)

Sakura gasped beneath, her body arched against his. Her hands slowly ran up his back to his neck, that with an expert's ease, her breath seduced him against his ear.

He moaned in frustration.

(oh, gods, the clothes, the clothes! make them go away!)

Syaoran didn't want to speak, but he knew he had to -- before this went too far. How unfortunate. It already had.

(damnit syaoran damnit damnit damnit!)

His fingers gently kneaded her skin down to her shirt. He gradually pulled off her shirt and kissed the base of her throat before trying to take off the garment.

"Syaoran…Syaoran…this has to stop…" Sakura moaned out, her body responsive to his kneading. She threw her head back against the pillow as Syaoran began to unclasp the black lace bra. He cupped one breast in his hand and massaged it softly.

He wanted to listen to her, but hell, he wanted one taste also. He dipped his head low, as if he didn't hear her, and he let his tongue flick her aroused nipple. Syaoran then locked his mouth against her breast, and he sucked ravenously.

"Syaoran…" How eerie it sounded from Sakura. Or maybe how eerie it sounded to Syaoran. It seemed as though that solitary name of his began to reverberate in his ears and began to pound. It had heightened his senses. His sense of perception sharpened, and he stopped suckling. He looked at her, and Sakura's eyes were filled with tears and had a depth of sorrow in them.

(what the fuck did i do????)

"Sakura…Sakura…Sakura…I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for this to go that far! I— I – I'm so sorry…" he whispered against his palms. He had risen to a sitting position, his face gone red. He couldn't believe he had almost taken advantage of her.

"It's ok, it's ok," Sakura murmured softly. Her voice was softer than a whisper, and she held the sheets tightly to herself. She knew that it was Syaoran, her Syaoran, and she knew that he might remember…

BUT HE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO…!

That was the promise…

Wasn't it?

AN2: Another one. Holy shit. Cliffhangers.