Regarding Sway, sorry for the lack of updates. Just been really busy. It's coming along soon, I promise...
Double Shot
At precisely 6 am, the coffee pot switched on and began to purr, filling the dorm room with the scent of freshly brewed Arabica beans. A girl in a Tokyo University t-shirt and pink socks sighed softly as she clung tighter against her boyfriend's athletic build, his unruly chocolate locks mussed even more against the pillow as he bent his head closer to hers in sleep. Sakura mumbled sleepily and pushed herself closer against Syaoran's chest, his green tank curled in her fist. His arm was loosely wrapped around her shoulders as they fit neatly in the small bed.
BANG BANG BANG
Syaoran snapped his amber eyes open, startled awake to the furious pounding at his door. Sakura merely flopped away from his grasp, and would have rolled off the bed had he not caught her and pulled her to safety. He chuckled, and after making sure Sakura was securely in the center of the bed, reluctantly pulled himself away from her and shuffled to the door.
BANG BANG BANG
"I'm coming, I'm coming," he chided softly, rumpling his messy hair.
When he opened the door, the future leader of the Li clan, Master of a household of over 12,000 servants, CEO of several multimillion dollar companies, and sole heir to the Li clan fortune, had never been so frightened of a girl a full twelve inches shorter than him dressed in white pajamas printed with purple dancing cows.
"T-Tomoyo," he stuttered nervously. "O-ohayo gozaimasu."
"I know she's here, you brat," she growled, and pushed past him into the room.
A sleepy looking Eriol smiled as he polished his glasses, following after her. He clapped his hand on Syaoran's back. "She resembles Touya more than Sakura does, doesn't she? Sorry pal… she was waiting up for Sakura last night, and when it got to be past midnight, I put a sleeper spell on her. She has an exam today, after all. She woke up just now and wasn't happy."
Syaoran grinned weakly as he turned back to Tomoyo, who was already standing over the side of the bed. He swore it was pure fury that was making the girl's raven locks sway slightly. She snapped her gaze at him, and he audibly gulped.
"Heh… umm… I can explain," he started.
"I know full well without you making excuses, you damn brat! What were you thinking, destroying my Sakura-chan's purity like this?" she exploded.
"W-we didn't do anything Tomoyo! I swear… I was just helping her study and she fell asleep, so—"
"So you took advantage of a sleeping girl and groped her in bed!"
"What? No! This isn't the first time we—"
Syaoran stopped, his eyes staring at Tomoyo's reddening face, realizing that was precisely the incorrect thing to say.
"Ah… T-Tomoyo," he pleaded as he took a step back. "Let's not be so rash about this…"
Eriol tried to maintain his grip over Tomoyo's slender waist, clinging to her as she stretched out her arms, trying to strangle Syaoran.
"Let—me—go!" she uttered hoarsely, struggling to rip out of Eriol's tightening hold.
Sakura yawned softly and suddenly sat up in bed. Even this commotion was enough to wake her up in the wee hours of dawn. She stretched her arms above her head, glancing around with sleepy eyes.
"Hoe? Tomoyo-chan, what are you doing here?" she smiled innocently.
Several painful yowls later, Eriol and Syaoran were left nursing the lumps on their head on the couch while Tomoyo and Sakura sipped their coffee on the high stools in the kitchen. The men could only watch in disbelief as the unholy terror that thrashed them just moments before, laughed and patted Sakura's hand lightly over a mug of fresh brew. Syaoran grumbled lightly about not being able to drink his own damn coffee in the morning; Eriol sympathized, wondering if it was really worth dating such a violent woman, even though he had been initially attracted to her surprising feistiness. Tomoyo quickly silenced the both of them with a piercing glare. ("Damn the woman for her supersonic hearing," Eriol muttered to Syaoran just before Tomoyo's slipper whacked the back of his head.)
"Sakura-chan, do you think you're ready for the exam today? I could help you review if you want," Tomoyo smiled.
Sakura shook her head. "Iie, Syao-puu is a great tutor."
Tomoyo and Eriol's gaze slowly turned to the furiously blushing Syaoran. Their eyebrows twitched, with Eriol giving a small half-smile to Syaoran, who consequently buried his face in his hands.
"Syao-puu!" they choked in unison.
Syaoran silently cursed himself for selling himself out to the girlish nickname Sakura gave him. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time when her clothes were slowly disappearing under him on the couch…
Sakura stretched, smiling as she skipped out of the classroom, her flashy lucky pencil tucked behind her ear, the large pink feather blooming over her pigtails. Her face lit up when she saw Syaoran, and she made a beeline for him, wiggling through the traffic of students leaving the exam hall and catching him around the arm. He smiled as he turned to her, her arm comfortably linked through his.
"How'd you do?" he greeted her with a small kiss tapped on her lips.
"I think I did ok!" she grinned excitedly. "I'm so glad you made me memorize that chart… I didn't think I'd need it, but it was worth 20 pts on this test."
"Ah? That's good then…"
They began to stroll down the hallway among the bustle of students. Tomoyo was probably still holed up in her own exam down the hall… God was good to make separate exam times for all of them. It made Syaoran a lot more comfortable to know that she wasn't lurking down the corner with intent to kill for being so close to her.
"Ne, Syao-puu…"
He cringed inwardly. "H-hai?" He had to figure out a way to ask her to kindly return his manhood and dignity… soon.
"I have another exam tomorrow. Can I stay over again tonight?"
Before Syaoran could begin his excuses, ("Ne… Sakura, maybe it's not such a good idea for you to stay over any more… You saw how Tomoyo was this morning." Or… "Sakura. Tomoyo is much better in that class than I am. She'll be more helpful…") Sakura had somehow managed to lead them into an empty classroom and pressed him against the door, her emerald eyes suddenly so much larger and alluring up close as she raised her chin at him.
"Please? Syao-puu?"
That nickname had to go. Syaoran furrowed his brow. "Sakura—"
"I want your… coffee," she whispered suggestively, before her lips trailed lightly along his ear. "It was really good."
Oh. Dear. God.
"Syao-puu… did you know that whenever I call you that, it gets me really…" She whispered the rest softly against his ear.
"S-Sakura! Not here, pl—" Syaoran didn't get a chance to finish before his hormones kicked in. The nickname was going to stay.
