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Accidental
Chapter Fourteen
Moon Kitty 2005
June 14th, 2006
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Sakura blinked in surprise. "I'm... I don't have any feelings for him whatsoever, Syaoran. You don't have to worry."
His face flushed, his cheeks turning bright red before he leaned forward to yell at her, "Why the hell would I be worried? I don't even care about you, Sakura!"
The look that crossed her face was enough to make him mentally smack himself - hard. The blood rushed from her face and she looked down, her arms falling to her sides limply. "Okay... fine. I won't trouble you anymore, then."
She turned to leave, and Syaoran grabbed her wrist, pulling her back to him so she was pressed against his chest. "Damn it all," he muttered a split second before his lips captured hers.
She made a small sound in the back of her throat, wrapping her arms around his neck and pushing against him, wanting to feel the way she did every time that he kissed her. He placed his arms around her waist, crushing her to him as he nudged her lips apart, slanting his mouth across hers.
She made another little sound as he ran his hands up her sides, brushing his thumbs gently against the sides of her breasts, and he felt his pulse pick up speed with every little sigh, every moan.
He tore his lips from hers, staring down at her, a muscle jumping in his cheek. "How do you manage to do this to me, Sakura?"
She went to kiss him again, but he placed a hand on her cheek, his eyes softening as she blinked up at him, confused. "We shouldn't..."
Sakura nodded quickly, stepping away, already missing his warmth. "The wedding's tomorrow... we have to get some sleep, anyways."
He nodded, too, watching her leave his apartment, then slid down to the floor, his face in his hands. Something told him he wasn't going to get much sleep tonight...
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- The next day -
Tomoyo nervously rearranged the flowers in her hair, gazing in the mirror, straightening her silver dress. She wondered how she was going to manage getting through the day. Eriol and Syaoran were probably going to be wanting to dance with Sakura all day, and she would dance with... no one. She almost laughed at the thought. She should be happy.
It wasn't every day that Chiharu and Yamazaki got married, after all.
Sakura emerged from the room, looking stunning in a long pink dress. Her hair was up in a short bun, hair sticking out from random places. "Tomoyo, you look beautiful."
"Same to you," she smiled.
Sakura elbowed the other girl lightly. "I'm sure Eriol's gonna wanna dance with you today."
Her eyes saddened a little bit. "Doubtful, but I hope so."
She giggled and perked up as she heard the doorbell. She began walking over to it, looking back at Tomoyo. "I'm sure today's going to be a great day. A little stressful, but fun." She pulled the door open, and her eyes widened.
Syaoran was standing there, a rose in his hand, dressed sharply in a tuxedo. "Good morning, ladies," he smiled.
Sakura seemed to be speechless. Whoever knew that the jerk could clean up good?
He looked at her, eyebrow raised, then turned to Tomoyo. "You look beautiful, Tomoyo."
The girl blushed and smiled. "Thanks, Syaoran. You don't look too bad yourself."
Sakura's eyes narrowed and she grabbed her purse, stomping from the apartment. "Let's go. We don't want to be late." She brushed past Syaoran and pulled her keys from her purse, walking down the steps.
Tomoyo and Syaoran shared a secretive glance before she shut the door, following Sakura.
Don't worry, Tomoyo... I'm telling her. Today.
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Authoress Notes
Kitty: Sorry this chapter was so boring.
Moon: (whispers) I don't think it was the chapter that was boring. (stares pointedly at Kitty)
Kitty: (snap snap) Whateva, girlfriend.