Chapter 4: The First Date (finally)

Sakura relaxed when they came back to the hotel, not even worrying about what she would wear. Tomoyo didn't understand but shrugged it off, searching for something to wear to her dinner. It was a shame Sakura couldn't come, she was missing her opportunity to make a good impression on Li Meiling. Though she would be making an impression on Li Syaoran… If it would be a good or bad one depended on the mood he would put Sakura in. 'Oh well. She's a good girl. I know they'll be a good match.'

A yawn escaped Sakura's mouth as she struggled to stay awake; Tomoyo heard it, starting to yawn herself, "Sakura-chan, please try to hide your yawns. You know they're contagious." When she looked over, her friend was already nodding off into a dream filled sleep while thinking of a certain young man.

"Sakura-chan! Hayaku! Defeat it!"

She ran, something in her hand. A rod? It was pink, and the end was shaped funny and had wings on it. She knew what she had to do though.

"Fly!" she called, and the wings on her wand turned much larger as she hopped on. What was she wearing? It was fluffy. Pink and fluffy with a petticoat underneath. She was chasing something, too. Something…that looked like a fairy. Clow. It was dancing and sprinkling, dust? Some people nearby collapsed.

She heard a chant. Then she saw a boy in green making flames toward the clow as he held his sword parallel to the ground. His face was familiar, yet young and indefinable.

Then she knew the time was right, flew down to the ground and raised her rod above her head. Her lips were moving but she didn't know what was going on. As she brought the rod down, she heard herself again, catching only two words: Clow Card. The nymph turned into a flowing energy, coming to the red tip of the rod, taking a rectangular shape.

She loosened her grip, and held up a hand as the card drifted to it. She mouthed the word, again not hearing herself. The card read The Sleep. She felt herself look up, smiling at the boy who helped her. He smiled back, a warm and gentle smile, his deep amber eyes twinkling. Her dream felt so real. They were hugging then, a girl with dark purple hair walking up with a video camera. She looked like…Tomoyo? Somehow she knew the costume she wore was made by none other than her friend Daidouji. She saw herself holding up the Sleep Card happily. Then felt her face get wet. Wet? Why was it wet?

"Sakura, wake up! You've been asleep long enough." Daidouji thought the water would be enough, but the girl on the bed was barely stirring. When she was about to pour more water on her, she met crystal-green eyes that looked like unhappiness mixed with confusion. "Sakura-chan you've slept for almost two hours. You should take another bath. No offense, but you look like crap. Bad dream?" The girl laying down blinked, then opened her mouth to speak, closed it again and shook her head. Tomoyo shrugged and stood up. She at least had an hour more than Sakura to be ready for dinner.

They both lazed around a little longer, though Sakura was in the shower and drying her hair. She looked at the sleek white dress in the hotel's small closet. It almost looked like a drape at the torso, with sequential rhinestones decorating the straps just above where the breasts would be. In the closet it didn't look like much, but when it would be on her skin she knew it would be flattering. What shoes would she wear with it though? There weren't many pairs with her, but she knew she had brought a pair that matched. She began digging through her shoe bag, intent on finding the pair she remembered packing with the white dress in mind.

"Where are you, lovelies?" Then, at the bottom she found them, completely unharmed. She pulled them out. There were only two straps on each shoe that met in the middle with a bouquet of rhinestones, then became one strap which would go between her first two toes. The straps, hell and edges were white and the heel was only about an inch tall. Sakura let out a sigh of relief and smiles humbly.

When she was done with everything, she felt very lucky because there was a knock on the door. Tomoyo answered it though, since Sakura was in the bathroom looking herself over. Tomoyo chatted momentarily, then called for her best friend.

Syaoran didn't even smile when he met Tomoyo at the door; he made no change in expression. He did, however, chat with her for less than a minute while waiting for Kinomoto. 'I thought I told her to be ready,' he thought. A thought came to him. She was Japanese yet her Cantonese was perfect. He shrugged the thought off, looking at all the ornate decorations around the room. Everything seemed to be in soft earth tones. He looked down as Daidouji called for Sakura, noticing some clothes articles on the ground. A door opened and he looked back up.

There she stood, stunning and beautiful. Her eyes had light shades of charcoal around them, and a glittering tint of green on each eyelid. Her skin radiated, her lips subtly glossed with a creamy-pink. As Syaoran looked her up and down, he noticed every detail. The sleeves hung down, wrapped around her torso, though loose around the tops of her curvy breasts, the stones accenting them perfectly. Below her bust, the satin dress fit smugly on her body, then widening and being cut off almost just about her knees. Her legs looked silky-smooth, and her feet were perfect, with just the right shoes. Looking back up at her face there were other details he'd missed: the pulled-up bun of curls, the glittering dangle earrings and naked neck. She looked like an angel sent to him from the heavens. He wanted her so badly.

Sakura noticed the change of emotion in his eyes. Those deep, amber eyes… His face softened. She knew at this point she was successful in her mission. While he silently gawked, she only had to take in one look of him for her impression, and he was handsome for sure. Then again, she knew it wouldn't take looks alone to get to her.

She smiled at him. His heart began pounding, her smile was so… He couldn't describe it. He wanted to say something, but what? "Let's get going," was all he could get out. He felt stupid then, but they did need to get going. He saw her nod and smile. Feeling a hand or arm join his arm, he realized he'd held out his for her to hold onto.

"Sayonara, Tomoyo-chan! Jaa ne," Sakura said, knowing Syaoran wouldn't understand. Tomoyo smiled back, closing the wooden door behind them. With what she had just witnessed, she knew they would have a good evening.

"Good evening, my little Sakura," he said in a sensual yet appealing tone.

"You know I should slap you about now? You treat me like I'm your property or something. Guess what? I'm not," she responded dryly, keeping a hard smile on her face.

"Oh, come now, I'm taking you out to dinner."

He opened the passenger door for her, watched her get in, shut it and climbed into the driver's seat of his new BMW.

Knowing she was Japanese, yet unsure of her preferences, he took her to the most expensive Japanese restaurant in Hong Kong. She seemed delighted though and tried not to eat too hastily. The dinner went by pleasantly, and Sakura was able to get a lot out of Li somehow, occasionally having a small fuss.

When their actual dinner was done they ordered some ice cream to share. When they received it, each grabbed their spoon and fought for their share until it came to the last bite. The last bite was the hardest to get though, and ironically Sakura won it. Before the spoon went into her mouth she thought of how much she had compared to Syaoran. He looked up at him; smiled. The spoon made its way to his mouth and Syaoran stared at it a bit confused. Sakura told him to open his mouth; he obeyed, and found the last of their ice cream in his mouth. Dimples formed on Sakura's cheeks as she game him a genuine smile.

After they walked out of the restaurant, Syaoran pulled her close to him while pushing her onto his car. He grinned hungrily when he saw the crimson of her cheeks, pushing he leg between her thighs. Their breathing became rough, his leg getting closer to her lower region, then rubbing gently on it, his hands traveling her body, though never making it to her bust—a good thing. He didn't even see it coming though, he was so into the moment—planting kisses on Sakura's bare neck. He felt a hard sting on his cheek. He stepped away from her, feeling his face. Did she just punch him? He blood boiled but he suppressed it. At least she would make it entertaining to him.

Hey Blaim, you got what you wanted :D Thanks for your critique, and I agree with it partially.

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Hope you enjoyed this fourth chapter!!

Nearly forgot. For those who don't know, I do NOT own Cardcaptor Sakura. CLAMP does. And for those who know what really happened with the sleep card, sorry. I don't remember details.