*Ok, here's my newest chapter! Sorry for the delay today, but I was in a
musical, and of course I didn't have time to update since I was onstage
singing my heart out! Anyway, please read and enjoy but do not forget the
review! It's only polite!*
Reviewers: Laven Coresan, anjuliet, *~*NeCi*~*, Kikakai, angel-wings-131 , Cherry Jade , & sweet-captor
With You
Syaoran took a step back and admired his work, his arms crossed over his chest as an unconscious scowl rested on his face. Sweat collected in his chestnut hair, matting it against his forehead. Satisfied, Syaoran let out a soft sigh and walked toward the living room.
It had been a massive battle, especially after Tomoyo and Eriol left for work. But even with the spilled paste and paper cuts, Syaoran and Sakura had managed to get the wallpaper up and looking good. Sakura had gotten tired quickly, retreating to the bedroom on Syaoran's order. Now Syaoran knelt beside his bed, looking at Sakura as she slept quietly on her side. Her hand was draped casually over her protruding stomach.
For a moment, Syaoran wanted nothing more than to curl up beside her and fall asleep in the comfort of her arms, but he held himself back. It wasn't right for him to want her, she wasn't in a place where she'd be willing to accept him. Too many bad things had happened to her, and trying anything close to a relationship that went past being plutonic would hurt her heart even more. Especially if they didn't work out.
'As much as I want to make you happy, I don't know if loving you would do the trick.' Syaoran thought to himself, rising from his position and getting into the shower. The noise of the water spraying from the shower head and the choking heat of the steam lifted Syaoran out of his thoughts, disposing of them in the back of his mind as he got out and toweled off.
Taking one last shooting glance at Sakura, Syaoran crept out to the couch, falling asleep before his head hit his pillow.
A callused hand roughly shoved a piece of cream paper up against the wall, cementing the two things into one. A smirk of cruelty crossed Jacob's face as he finished the wallpapering in the living room. That alone made the apartment much more inhabitable and inviting. He looked around at the apartment and sighed; this was going to take more work than he thought.
"It wasn't smart to leave me, Sakura. I'm going to have you one way or another. You wait and see." Jacob whispered angrily as he wiped his blonde hair from his storm tossed eyes.
Eriol and Tomoyo unlocked the apartment door and walked inside, noticing Syaoran sprawled on the couch. Eriol sighed as Tomoyo smiled softly. Tomoyo looked up at her boyfriend, who put his hand to his forehead.
"Man I wanted to watch TV. With Syaoran on the couch, I can't do that without waking him." Eriol complained, his lips pouting cutely as he stared down at Tomoyo.
"All the more reason to get Sakura and Syaoran together, love." Tomoyo whispered devilishly, flashing an eager look toward Syaoran as he slept.
Tomoyo, I told you earlier today. He's not going to start something with Sakura. He doesn't feel that way about her." Eriol muttered. Tomoyo didn't argue, she just crossed her arms with a casual smile.
"Not yet he doesn't." Tomoyo whispered. Eriol threw his hands up in defeat as Tomoyo giggled softly.
"What am I going to do with you?" Eriol asked, mocking frustration. Tomoyo smiled seductively and grabbed Eriol's shirt, pulling him close to her face.
"Well, I could think up a couple of things . . . "Tomoyo answered.
"Could you think them up in your room so I don't have to have real images to go with the mental ones you just put into my head?" Syaoran muttered, his eyes opening to find Eriol and Tomoyo holding each other close. Tomoyo blushed a deep crimson and bolted back to the bedroom. Eriol smirked at Syaoran, who sleepily nodded before going back to sleep.
'I wonder how much of that he actually heard.' Eriol worried as he walked into his bedroom where Tomoyo sat, a completely embarrassed look on her pretty face. Eriol moved some black hair from Tomoyo's amethyst eyes and smiled down at her.
"It's ok. He'll forget about it by tomorrow." Eriol assured.
"Do you think he heard me talking about him and Sakura getting together?" Tomoyo asked, trying to keep her voice low. Eriol shook his head, and Tomoyo let out a sigh of relief.
"Nope. I think you're okay." Eriol murmured as his lips touched Tomoyo's ever so gently.
On the other side of the door stood Sakura, one hand on the bathroom doorknob, one resting on her chest. She looked worriedly from Syaoran sleeping on the couch to her belly, then back to Syaoran.
'This wouldn't work. He's crazy if he thinks we could work. It's too complicated for him. But if he's talked about getting together with Eriol and Tomoyo, he's going to do it. How can I tell him no?' Sakura thought to herself. She felt her heart start fluttering in her chest as she tried her best to calm down.
'I won't let this happen. There's too much baggage attached to me for Syaoran to have to handle.' Sakura thought defiantly, rubbing her stomach before turning the bathroom doorknob and walking inside.
*I know, it's an extremely short chapter. But seriously. . . I just didn't want to write more onto it! Please review for me, I love you all (well, the ones who review. . . ya'll are like the icing on the cake!). Have a great day. . . night. . . whatever!*
Reviewers: Laven Coresan, anjuliet, *~*NeCi*~*, Kikakai, angel-wings-131 , Cherry Jade , & sweet-captor
With You
Syaoran took a step back and admired his work, his arms crossed over his chest as an unconscious scowl rested on his face. Sweat collected in his chestnut hair, matting it against his forehead. Satisfied, Syaoran let out a soft sigh and walked toward the living room.
It had been a massive battle, especially after Tomoyo and Eriol left for work. But even with the spilled paste and paper cuts, Syaoran and Sakura had managed to get the wallpaper up and looking good. Sakura had gotten tired quickly, retreating to the bedroom on Syaoran's order. Now Syaoran knelt beside his bed, looking at Sakura as she slept quietly on her side. Her hand was draped casually over her protruding stomach.
For a moment, Syaoran wanted nothing more than to curl up beside her and fall asleep in the comfort of her arms, but he held himself back. It wasn't right for him to want her, she wasn't in a place where she'd be willing to accept him. Too many bad things had happened to her, and trying anything close to a relationship that went past being plutonic would hurt her heart even more. Especially if they didn't work out.
'As much as I want to make you happy, I don't know if loving you would do the trick.' Syaoran thought to himself, rising from his position and getting into the shower. The noise of the water spraying from the shower head and the choking heat of the steam lifted Syaoran out of his thoughts, disposing of them in the back of his mind as he got out and toweled off.
Taking one last shooting glance at Sakura, Syaoran crept out to the couch, falling asleep before his head hit his pillow.
A callused hand roughly shoved a piece of cream paper up against the wall, cementing the two things into one. A smirk of cruelty crossed Jacob's face as he finished the wallpapering in the living room. That alone made the apartment much more inhabitable and inviting. He looked around at the apartment and sighed; this was going to take more work than he thought.
"It wasn't smart to leave me, Sakura. I'm going to have you one way or another. You wait and see." Jacob whispered angrily as he wiped his blonde hair from his storm tossed eyes.
Eriol and Tomoyo unlocked the apartment door and walked inside, noticing Syaoran sprawled on the couch. Eriol sighed as Tomoyo smiled softly. Tomoyo looked up at her boyfriend, who put his hand to his forehead.
"Man I wanted to watch TV. With Syaoran on the couch, I can't do that without waking him." Eriol complained, his lips pouting cutely as he stared down at Tomoyo.
"All the more reason to get Sakura and Syaoran together, love." Tomoyo whispered devilishly, flashing an eager look toward Syaoran as he slept.
Tomoyo, I told you earlier today. He's not going to start something with Sakura. He doesn't feel that way about her." Eriol muttered. Tomoyo didn't argue, she just crossed her arms with a casual smile.
"Not yet he doesn't." Tomoyo whispered. Eriol threw his hands up in defeat as Tomoyo giggled softly.
"What am I going to do with you?" Eriol asked, mocking frustration. Tomoyo smiled seductively and grabbed Eriol's shirt, pulling him close to her face.
"Well, I could think up a couple of things . . . "Tomoyo answered.
"Could you think them up in your room so I don't have to have real images to go with the mental ones you just put into my head?" Syaoran muttered, his eyes opening to find Eriol and Tomoyo holding each other close. Tomoyo blushed a deep crimson and bolted back to the bedroom. Eriol smirked at Syaoran, who sleepily nodded before going back to sleep.
'I wonder how much of that he actually heard.' Eriol worried as he walked into his bedroom where Tomoyo sat, a completely embarrassed look on her pretty face. Eriol moved some black hair from Tomoyo's amethyst eyes and smiled down at her.
"It's ok. He'll forget about it by tomorrow." Eriol assured.
"Do you think he heard me talking about him and Sakura getting together?" Tomoyo asked, trying to keep her voice low. Eriol shook his head, and Tomoyo let out a sigh of relief.
"Nope. I think you're okay." Eriol murmured as his lips touched Tomoyo's ever so gently.
On the other side of the door stood Sakura, one hand on the bathroom doorknob, one resting on her chest. She looked worriedly from Syaoran sleeping on the couch to her belly, then back to Syaoran.
'This wouldn't work. He's crazy if he thinks we could work. It's too complicated for him. But if he's talked about getting together with Eriol and Tomoyo, he's going to do it. How can I tell him no?' Sakura thought to herself. She felt her heart start fluttering in her chest as she tried her best to calm down.
'I won't let this happen. There's too much baggage attached to me for Syaoran to have to handle.' Sakura thought defiantly, rubbing her stomach before turning the bathroom doorknob and walking inside.
*I know, it's an extremely short chapter. But seriously. . . I just didn't want to write more onto it! Please review for me, I love you all (well, the ones who review. . . ya'll are like the icing on the cake!). Have a great day. . . night. . . whatever!*