Welcome to Birthday Party: Part 2

I know it's been a long wait, and I apologize. It seems I got stuck with writing a particular scene… I couldn't handle it for a while. But all is well now, I hope. I was told that it was….rather detailed…so, because I'm writing this note beforehand, I just want you to know that it's edited. But Hopefully….hopefully it's still good.

Thank you for your support and suggestions! I really appreciate it

Chapter 11: Birthday Party Part 2

"I know what he's doing up there. Or what they were doing. Do you, too, Eriol?" Yelan had felt a sudden jump in their auras as the two young people's hearts had raced, and then their sudden calm as though…as though…

"Oh, I know what they were doing. But apparently you didn't. It was not what you were thinking. Of course they needed privacy, but Syaoran has pure intentions. Tomoyo told me, of course. Do you want to know what it is?" Eriol put on a sly grin as he cocked his head to the side to stare Yelan down.

"Of course I do. He is my song and heir and she just might be his wife… Meiling is definitely not going to marry him. I'm glad Ying fa is back. So tell me already before I say too much!"

Eriol's smile widened. "I'm not sure I can. Just look towards the staircase yourself. I'm sure you're soon to find out."

Yelan turned her body in that direction, seeing her son and his lover descending the stairs. With the way those two were dressed, you'd think they were a prince and a lovely princess. Her eyes shifted across the room—most people were watching them.

The couple were descending the stairs, both looking apprehensively around the room. This was not Syaoran's party, it was his sisters'! So why was everyone watching them? Those thoughts ran through Syaoran's mind until he caught a glimpse of Sakura. Her feet stopped moving. 'Damn it, dammit, dammit, damn it. What is she doing!'

"Hello everyone! It looks like everyone is here now! Man, what a crowd. Well, I'm sure you all know that this party is for the birthdays of the four Li sisters! Where are you?" Sakura put her hand above her eyes, searching the room. "Ah-hah! Fuutie! Feimei! Sheifa! And where is… Oh! There she is! With her husband," then a little quieter, "I'll have to meet him later."

Syaoran could only guess what kind of speech Sakura would give.

"I'm not sure how old they are, sorry, but I know they're about twice my age—and judging by this party… As long as you're still looking young, eh? And your children seem to be just like you. I'm so sorry, I'm not good at speeches."

"But you're so cute!" one of the four yelled.

Sakura blushed. This made the crowd laugh and Sakura couldn't contain herself any longer. "Well, I just want to congratulate you all on your success and your happy bithrday! You're super sweet and I consider you to be some of the best family I've got—other than my dad and brother, of course!" She beamed, delighted she could say something she wanted to.

Syaoran nodded and took Sakura's hand, leading her down to where the immediate family had gathered.

"Sakura we love you," Fanren said, hugging her. Her two children, both boys not much older than eight, ran over and joined the hug, making everyone laugh.

"I love you!" a tall, light-haired boy said in English. Sakura blushed, though a little unsure if this was directed to her. He looked about thirteen, and not completely Asian. Because of this use of English though, Sakura knew who his father was—the blonde standing next to Sheifa.

"No, no. I like you. Now say that, Alexander!" the father instructed his son in English.

"I like you, Sakura."

"Isn't he just adorable! I wish I spoke English better so I knew what he was saying!" Feimei was obviously very excited.

Sakura understood very well though, and was glad the boy was learning his father's obviously natural tongue. "I like you too. You're very cute Alexander!" she exclaimed using her best English.

"I can tell by your accent that you are very fluent! Just like my wife, Sheifa," the father said, making his wife blush. Their entire conversation went on like this, in English, where the only ones that knew what was going on were the four fluent speakers. The conversation floated from where he came from, where Sakura learned her English and, has she ever visited the States? To finally how it felt being older.

Finally a time came when several people were dancing, the after a few songs a slow waltz came on. The talking crowd had dissipated into the dancing society and there were only a few couples left, Syaoran and Sakura included. Neither wanted to ask, but they each yearned to. Meiling, with a random boy—probably a cousin—dropped by the two, making herself well known.

"Li-kun! Why don't you two dance? Honestly; I thought you two were past this shyness now!"

The couple blushed, feeling a little odd together. Meiling could not stand their silence, but the looks on their faces convinced her. "Li, she looks like a princess-Cinderella. You should enjoy your night with her before she disappears! And she's leaving in the morning with Daidouji-chan. Remember that." And with that Meiling and the boy went back to the waltz.

"Well, would you like to dance, Sakura?" He did feel a little nervous.

"Of course. I've been waiting all night!"

"Sorry about that," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with a wry grin on his face. He picked Sakura up into his arms and took her out to the dance floor, setting her back down.

"Hoe! I didn't know you'd do that! Let's see… One, two three," she began, as they took their form and started dancing. It was a shame parties like this weren't held so much anymore.

When the dance was over, Syaoran excused himself and Sakura from the party and quietly took her up a back stairwell to his bedroom.

"What are we doing back here again?" Sakura asked him. He hadn't told her, and he ignored her questions until the door was shut again.

"Well, it's the last time we'll be seeing each other for a while. I'll come to Tokyo though, I promise. I just want the rest of our night to be spent alone," he whispered, bending his head lower until he captured her lips.

Something about this aroused her, and Sakura immediately wrapped her arms up and around his neck, kissing him fervently. Before she knew it, they were on the bed where he had given her the necklace—however if the box were not so long she could swear he was going to propose—and soon that same necklace was off, along with her gloves, his suit and soon her dress.

This would be a night to remember for sure.

"Sakura, you don't have to do this," Syaoran said, his breath becoming raspy with passion.

"I want to. It's…my first time. So be gentle, okay?" She said in a delicate voice, her face becoming flushed. From what, embarrassment or the heat, it didn't matter, but Syaoran wanted to see how else he could make her look. Syaoran was happy though. She'd kept herself…and it was all for him. That made him happy.

"Of course I will, Saku. But it's going to hurt at first. Just, be ready." They were under the sheets then, and Syaoran cursed himself for ignoring his chance to see her perfectly sculpted body again. He leaned in and kissed her, crouching above her and as he did so, his thick, stiff cock brushed against her thighs, eliciting a small moan of protest when it was taken away. He chuckled, slipping his hand toward the area he knew needed attention. His fingers grazed the small bulge as if to test her responses and got the result he wanted.

He quickened his movements as he both punished and pleasured Sakura's tender region. He noticed as her breath became more raspy, wanting to emit a noise he knew would be a moan. Becoming more excited he felt his control slipping and plunged a finger into her, noticing how wet she was. Once again his darting movement quickened… Oh gods how he wanted her! And he wanted to hear. She let out a small sound, trying to keep it in but Syaoran wouldn't have this. He didn't let up until she let a louder moan escape her lips.

"S-Syaoran," she whispered, unsure of what she should be doing.

A grunt was his reply as she took hold of his fully grown erection. Syaoran felt her lithe fingers tighten around him and shut his eyes. Soon she began to move her hand, a sweet massage to his senses.

"Sakura, stop. Just lay down," he instructed.

She did as he said, a questioning look in her eyes. He gave her a small, reassuring kiss as he made his way over her. Bringing his tip to her swelling opening, he looked down at her once more. She nodded and in one quick thrust he was inside, but he would have to do it again. Her panting breath almost scared him, but it was too late now.

"Sakura this is going to hurt," he whispered, kissing her as he thrust himself further, breaking her hymen. He could feel her yelp in his mouth and kept his body still, except for his gentle strokes though her hair. As she relaxed he began moving himself slowly, waiting for her response.

She seemed to be enjoying herself, arching her back and pushing against him. Gods she was tight. He quickened his pace, loving the feeling he was getting. Surely this wouldn't take long now. He thrust harder, hearing the slap of skin and feeling the damp, leathery pull and push against him. The sounds of Sakura's moaning, panting voice filled his ears and he felt her body quake, the end to their fun. In that instant they were both coming. Syaoran collapsed on top of her. It was too quick but it was sweet and he could tell she enjoyed it.

They would have fallen asleep there, but they knew they'd have to go back to the party. Silently they got up and cleaned off in the bathroom, exchanging kisses here and there.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

Another kiss and they were dressed. The two prepared themselves to look presentable, for in the state they were in, they looked as though they had done exactly what they had done. Then again, the people who could feel their auras by now surely knew of it.

Without saying anything else they exited the room, Sakura's body aching yet wanting more. She didn't need to tell Syaoran, he could tell—or perhaps he knew from experience. Either way it didn't matter anymore as they quickly took the back staircase, coming downstairs.

"Sakura! Where have you two been!" Tomoyo yelled, ignoring her friend's red face. "Never mind, never mind. We're about to eat and have cake. So you two come on. You especially, Li-san, they're your sisters." The girl turned around, hurrying off, her hair flying as if through the wind.

Of course she was right, and Syaoran sighed, his golden-red eyes closing. "She's right. And I'm sure mother is furious with me. You're not though, are you?" He hoped not. This would be a night he'd remember, and though eh wouldn't say it to anyone else, including Sakura, he hoped there would be more this night. And he hoped she did too.

"Of course not. I love you more than anything. It was my choice. Although I'm sure you're right about Yelan," Sakura rolled her eyes.

They both giggled, walking toward the crowd in the same way Tomoyo had. The instant they were in the open, Eriol and Yelan were onto them, blabbing about how irresponsible and infuriating the couple's actions had been. Surely they had used protection? But they would be spoken to later, naturally. Once the inquiring duo was gone, Yelan brought herself to the buffet line, Sakura and Syaoran watching her carefully.

Yelan made a small speech, smiling at her guests and her daughters. When she was done, the crowd began lining up to get food and cake. It was a large and austere buffet, but the cake was extremely grand, its decoration and color similar to a wedding cake. This was definitely a formal party formed only by Yelan herself.

When Syaoran and Sakura started making their way to the buffet line, Yelan hurriedly walked over to them, fire in her eyes. This really didn't look good. Sakura grabbed Syaoran's hand, squeezing it tightly.

"I love Ying fa." He stopped then, searching his mother's face, her eyes. "I am not using her. She isn't just some girl. It was her choice too—you can't be angry." Both females could tell he was trying desperately to be calm.

"I understand. I'd love to ask questions, but you two are grown adults. It isn't my business. I hope you enjoy your food, and I hope I see you again tonight, Ying fa," Yelan said, smiling. She bowed, turned and walked away.

Once she was gone, Sakura had to speak. "I hope she isn't angry with us, with me. I want her to like me Xiao Lang!" This was all a hoarse whisper though, because neither wanted the rest of the party to know what they had done.

"She does like you, don't worry. I could tell by the way she dismissed herself." Then Syaoran thought to himself, "normally after discovering things like that she kicks the girl out."

The two then made their way into a delicious crowd of family and family friends—most of who were Chinese, but one caught Sakura's attention.

"Hey! Umm… Alice! What was her name?" Sakura bolted from Syaoran, ignoring the steady throbbing between her legs. "American girl! Oh, I'm so sorry I forgot your name!" She bowed earnestly, the tinge of embarrassment showing on her cheeks.

The American woman smiled and bowed politely back, though still a little wary of the gesture. "Hello, my little Japanese friend! How have you been? I saw you with Li-san at the hotel one night." Strange how this woman went to English and Japanese in a way similar to Sakura.

"Oh! Yes, he is a very close friend of mine from childhood. We've known each other for a while."

The foreign woman leaned in close to only Sakura would hear, "More than a close friend, judging by your scent and demeanor." She smirked, then winked as she drew herself away at the sight of the young Li heir.

"Sakura, what were you—oh…" He saw the woman next to his, a little dumbfounded and shocked he hadn't noticed this woman earlier. "Marty! What the hell are you doing here!"

"Shhh," she whispered, her finger over her lips. "I guess nothing, now that I know who your latest fuck is. But maybe this is more than that? I think after meeting her and knowing us, it is," she turned to a confused Sakura then, "and now I'd like to talk to you in private once again. I believe you're leaving tomorrow?"

How could Sakura answer? This woman must have been one of Syaoran's girlfriends. But she was the woman from the hot spring. Now they seemed like two different people. "Yes, I'm leaving in the morning." Sakura looked at the intrigued woman, then Syao. He seemed so sad. Was it the woman? Or the truth in knowing Sakura would be gone in the morning? Perhaps it was both.

Marty grabbed Sakura's wrist and pulled her off, talking to her all the time. "What are you to him? A free fuck? I'd like to hope not. Not with those eyes you have for him. You said you two are childhood friends, yet the faint scent on you tells me otherwise. You look embarrassed. I'll warn you though, he is the type that will leave you as soon as he can. I don't care how long you've known him. You're lucky to be leaving tomorrow."

Again Sakura was at a loss for words. But defend her Syao, she must! "He may have been like that with you, and you may still be in the family's good graces, but I…I'm more than that, I'm sure of it." The honey-haired girl turned her gaze downward, inhaling deeply as she thought her words over.

"Of course you're more than that, Saku! I'm sure little brother will" A voice hidden to the eye was silenced, though its identity was more than obvious.

"Sheifa, come out. We know you're there."

"Yes, yes, Ms. Marty," Sheifa said, she and her son Alexander then obeyed, exposing themselves.

"Aunt Marty, do you know Aunt Sakura?" Alexander asked in his slightly American accent. At this the other foreigner smiled and giggled.

"Actually Alex, I do. She and I are staying at the same hotel, but she's leaving early in the morning."

"You… You're…" Sakura stammered, pointing at Marty.

Marty smiled, playing off on the situation. "Yes, I'm Alexander's Aunt, and Sheifa's sister-in-law. I heard about Meiling's show before the party, and I figured it would be nice to go to a family-related event. I love fashion. And I think Aunt Sakura is an excellent model. Don't you too, Alex?"

The boy nodded vigilantly, his exuberance becoming overwhelming. "I love aunt Sakura!"

"I do too. I just hope a certain someone pops the 'question' soon," Sheifa chimed in. "It would be an excellent birthday present."

"What would be a good birthday present?" Syaoran asked, walking into the conversation last second.

All the girls blushed, and little Alexander stood up straight, and began to speak. "Mom said it would be great if you "popped the question" to Aunt Sakura. So…why don't you?"

There was a deadly silence then as the group stared from Alex to the Li heir. Syaoran merely stood, then smiled and shook his head.

"I know…But I can't right now. Things at this very moment are…complicated. Sakura knows it too. There's just too much to think about right now. I'm sorry." He let out a tired sigh, lowering his head. He didn't look towards Sakura the whole time, and therefore he didn't see the sad expression on it.

Without saying a word everyone left the two lovers to themselves; the party was finally ending.

"You're right though. There's too much going on right now and I can't stay… Ugh! Syao…can you take me back to the hotel?" She looked at him, trying to hide the sadness in her heart, but he could see it in her eyes.

"Sure. And I'll pick you up in the morning to take you and Tomoyo to the airport. I'll bring Eriol too, of course," he said with a sad smile plastered on his face. He leaned over and kissed her soft lips, then took her hand and drug her to the grand doors of the Li home.

Eriol and Tomoyo were already at the door, maybe waiting for their lover friends.

"I'm going to take Tomo to a little Café I know of for a little bit. Then it's back to the hotel. You two can go on ahead," Eriol's deep, masculine voice said, cutting through the crowd to Syaoran.

"Alright. I'm taking Sakura there now. See you guys," Syaoran's equally heavy voice floated through the air.

Syaoran took her out back to his car, being the very gentleman he was while admiring her elegance. When they arrived at the hotel, there was an awkward silence between them. Neither knew how to brake it, or what to say. They didn't want to get out, either.

"Sakura," Syaoran said in a sudden, but quiet voice.

"Yes…?" Her voice came out so soft, so loving. She wanted to hold him, touch him, and be touched by him.

"Let's go inside and…talk." His words were stiff but loving, and the two got out of the car.

In the matter of minutes Li Syaoran and Kinomoto Sakura were alone in a hotel room, both completely unsure of themselves.

"Sakura, let me think about all this. We'll keep in touch and I'll try… I'll try to get everything sorted out so I can come to Japan."

She turned her head, honey wisps shifting and deep forest eyes looking, surprised, into deep amber ones. Did she just hear correctly? Syaoran wanted to come to Japan…to be with her? Her mouth was open—what could she say? "You…you'll…come back?" She sounded pathetic, in her own opinion, how her voice squeaked in those last words.

"Well, I just hope I can," he muttered, scratching the back of his head. He looked down then at the beaming Sakura in the "Cinderella" dress. "God you're gorgeous. Want to…hit the back room?"

Sakura blushed, feeling the throbbing between her legs again. She nodded timidly and he grinned, taking her to her bedroom.

Their clothes were off once again in a matter of seconds. (Which should have been hard for Sakura, considering her dress.) Sakura bounced on the bed, completely ready for him.

The two were cuddling quietly in bed when Tomoyo and Eriol were heard entering the room.

"Oh no! We'll get caught!" Sakura whispered.

"Don't worry about it," Syaoran assured, kissing her forehead.

"Hmm…the car was outside. Where are they? Maybe I'll check Sakura's roo-" She was cut short of opening the door by Eriol.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Becoming indignant, Tomoyo pouted and twisted the door knob anyway, barging into the quaint room…

"Sakuraaaa….!"

The young couple stared at an equally shocked young woman, her dark eyes growing wider.

"I'm so sorry! I'll knock next time!" She turned and shut the door quickly, running into a hysterical Eriol.

"Oh, you should have seen your face! I told you not to! You can't say I didn't warn you." His fits of laughter were getting louder until finally he stopped. He hugged Tomoyo close and kissed her shuddering figure.

"Well. That went well. My best friend just walked in on me naked with the guy I love most." Sakura leaned her head on Syaoran's shoulder, taking in his musky scent.

"Yeah… I guess that's my signal to leave. I'm sure Eriol's enjoying himself, too. Listen, he's laughing at her."

The two became quiet, listening to the commotion outside the bedroom. When Eriol became quiet, Sakura and Syaoran exchanged grins.

Silently, each got out of bed and dressed themselves, but Sakura just put on some normal clothes, and they tip-toed to the door. Counting on his fingers to three, they both knew the plan. Once the third finger went up, the door swished open and the eyes of Hiiragizawa and Daidouji shot open, their mouths slowly parting, and they turned their bodies away, faces completely reddened.

Syaoran and Sakura started giggling, laughing, uncontrollably until they were on the floor, looking into each others' eyes.

There was a very awkward silence between the group until the men had to part-it was late and everyone needed their sleep to get up early in the morning.

They each parted with a hug and a kiss, then the hotel door was closed. The girls squealed, hugging each other.

"Sakuuuu! I think I've finally found my soul mate! And you. You and Syaoran! I wouldn't have thought…. Oh goodness. I just realized," Tomoyo stopped and became very serious. "Did you use protection?"

Hope it was good. Maybe this chapter wasn't such a pain to write after all. No more detailed sex in here though, sorry guys. I'm trying to take this story seriously...even though I don't edit it ... so... you can tell me about all my mistakes if you want :D