DISCLAIMER: I do not own CCS.

Author's note(s): Still looking for a proofreader. Anyone interested?

I don't really have much to say other than Falling Blossom is now totally finished. This is now my chief story.

Umm, oh yeah, WARNING. This chapter is almost one hundred percent FLUFF. ^- ^; Heh.

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Something was buzzing. She frowned, still half asleep.

'Tomoyo will wake me up when it's time for work.'

She heard blankets rustling behind her and a sleepy moan. Her eyes flew open as she realized the sound wasn't her alarm clock. It was the phone. She threw the covers off and lurched for the phone, glaring as she noticed Syaoran watching with an amused expression.

She opened her mouth but found her mouth dry. She had to swallow a couple times before her voice finally woke up.

"Hello?" she said, trying to keep the anger from her voice.

"This is your wake up call," came the cheery voice on the other end.

Sakura's eyes narrowed. "Wake up call?"

The voice seemed used to this response. "You scheduled one last night."

She scowled. "Thank you." She slammed the phone down on the hook and angrily pushed herself from bed. Her nightshirt fell to below her knees as she walked straight to the hotel door. She opened it to find a wrapped package lying in the hall.

She heard Syaoran footsteps and blushed immediately. Relieved her back was to him and conscious about the length of the nightshirt, she bent and picked it up. Her name was scrawled neatly on top.

She turned and started back into the hotel room, keeping her eyes on the floor as she passed Syaoran. She chose to ignore the fact that all he was wearing was a pair of long pants. His chest was bare.

She walked to their little table and sat down, staring at the package. She heard him begin to make coffee in the mini coffee maker.

"Do you want me to wait for you to open it?" she asked. She didn't really care about the answer. Mostly she was just interested to see how he would treat her this morning.

"It's your package. Open it whenever you want," came the icy response. She looked up, catching anger. Strangely, it was focused more on the package than it was on her.

She sighed and unwrapped it. Underneath the paper was a box. She pulled open the box. Inside was a book titled "Etiquette for Dummies" [Sorry, underlining something doesn't work on my computer]. She tipped the package until a small plastic key fell out with a note attached. Curiously she opened the note.

'When I got your last present, I realized how rude I was being.
Generally when someone gives you a present, you send one in reply. So
I decided to amend it.

I included a book of etiquette. You might find it useful if you join
me for dinner. I like to dine in upscale restaurants, you see. Try not
to embarrass me.

I also included the key. I assumed the point of your letter was I
should be preparing for my capture. If that's so, you might want to
hang on to the key.

Hoping I've been helpful,
Li Chang

P.S. I guess my men are getting better.'

She closed the note with a snap, growling angrily. Syaoran looked at her before placing a cup of coffee in front of her.

"What's wrong? Aren't his love letters sweet enough for you?" he asked. Though he tried to keep his tone taunting, she detected a bit of ice underneath. She looked up, surprised.

"It's not a-" she started. A phone ring stopped her. He had already turned away. She sighed and grabbed the phone.

"Hello?"

"I see you got my package," came a snide voice.

She felt the blood drain from her face. She forced herself to speak. "I suppose you were behind the wake up call?"

He laughed. "Well, I was eager to see if you'd like it."

She sighed. "I know etiquette."

She could hear the smirk in his voice. "Well, I was afraid you might have been too busy in your agent training to learn that."

Hiding the anger from her voice, she answered. "I've been to nice restaurants before, Chang."

He chuckled, not answering her. Sakura heard footsteps and turned. Syaoran now wore a shirt. He was picking up his coat and heading for the door. She caught him glance back at her before he walked out the door. Something in his gaze made her place the phone back on the hook and race after him. She was halfway down the hallway when she heard it start to ring again.

She saw him getting in the elevator and raced for it. The doors started to shut. She called out his name in hopes he would stop it. She saw him look up, startled, before he reluctantly stuck his foot in between the doors.

She stepped inside the elevator, feeling slightly foolish as she tried to catch her breath.

"What are you doing here?" he asked angrily.

She glared up at him. "Why are you so cold to me this morning? What've I done?"

He looked away, not answering her.

"Well?" she demanded.

"Nothing," he said finally.

She glanced up at the floor. They were almost in the lobby.

'I have to make him stop being so icy around me,' she thought. She bit her lip as she realized the quickest way to fix that. The bell rang again. They were only two floors from the lobby.

She placed her hand on his shoulder, waiting until he turned. Quickly, she stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. When she heard the doors starting to open, she pulled away, slightly dizzy.

The two walked out of the elevator, ignoring the funny looks a woman gave them. Sakura took the silence gratefully, slightly embarrassed about what she had just done.

Finally he spoke. "You are very unpredictable, Sakura."

She looked up at him through her surprise. He was grinning. She felt her cheeks turning red and tried to hide her face.

"Well, I couldn't let you ignore me like that," she said, frowning when her voice came out gruff.

She started towards the front of the hotel when he caught her around the waist. He pulled her backwards, hugging her from behind. Leaning down so he could whisper in her ear, he spoke.

"You do realize you're still in your nightshirt."

She looked down and stifled her scream, rushing straight for the elevator. She pressed the button five times before racing for the stairs. She heard him laugh and follow her.

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He took his time going up the stairs, amused to find a glaring Sakura waiting for him by the door.

"You have the key," she said, averting her eyes now that he was close enough.

He laughed and pulled it from his pocket. Quickly sliding it through the lock, he pushed the door open. He watched as she rushed to pull on a pair of sweatpants.

He had barely sat down at the table when the phone rang. Looking at Sakura, he jumped for the phone. She looked surprised, but let him have it.

"Hello?"

"Hello, dear cousin."

Syaoran sighed. "We're just about to go get something to eat. Why don't you call back later?"

"How about I speak to Sakura?" His voice was light.

He growled. "Why do you want to talk to her?" Syaoran carefully ignored the gasp he heard from Sakura. He hoped she wouldn't ask about it later.

Chang laughed. "I'm not going to steal your girl, little cousin."

He frowned. "I wasn't worried about that," he said, clenching his teeth.

Again his cousin laughed. "Which is why you practically go green whenever she talks to me, of course. I seem to remember you storming out of your room only moments before."

He continued, ignoring Syaoran's growl. "You really should be nicer to her, Syaoran. Girls aren't too smart. She'll think she's done something wrong. She won't understand it's just jealousy rearing its ugly head."

Syaoran looked over at Sakura. She was watching him, her eyes big. He turned his back on her, keeping his voice low as he responded.

"Leave her alone, Chang. Our business should stay between us."

He started to pull the phone from his ear, but stopped when he heard him responding. "Oh, but cousin, messing with your girlfriend is always amusing."

He slammed the phone on the hook, ignoring Sakura's questioning glance. He started past her, but she stepped in front of him.

He looked up through his anger to find her standing firmly with her hands on her hips. "Stop trying to deal with everything yourself, Syaoran. We're partners, remember?"

He gazed at her for a few minutes, slightly amused when she started to blush. He walked past her, seating himself at the table, thinking about Chang.

Her voice broke through his thoughts. "Are you jealous of Chang?"

He didn't answer, knowing no matter what he said he would give himself away. She seated herself in the chair next to him, looking him in the eyes.

"Syaoran, I made a bad choice on that plane. You were being so hostile to me and he was being so nice-" She stopped herself. "But it was still a bad choice."

She rested her hand on top of his. He tried to ignore how his heart fluttered. "This is a good one."

She was silent. He knew she was waiting for his response.

'I shouldn't be doing this while we're on the job. Developing feelings for a partner can both endanger the mission and endanger the partner.'

He opened his mouth to tell her, but made a mistake. He looked into her eyes.

Sighing, he choked back down his words and placed his hand on top of Sakura's.

"I have this tendency to make things harder," he finally admitted.

She stood up and leaned in front of his face with a smile. "I've noticed." She kissed him lightly on the lips then started rummaging through her bags.

"How about you take me out to breakfast?" she asked over her shoulder.

He smiled. "Only if you wear that nightshirt."

He jumped to the side, narrowly avoiding the remote she flung at him.

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Author's Note2: Heh, how cute, no? Okay, well, next chapter is going to be MUCH more involved in plot furthering. Don't worry, still cute Syaoran/Sakura moments but, well, the plot really needs to be furthered. Hope you liked the fluff!