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Clear Skies

by: kotsch

Summary: Sakura: The succesful businesswoman. Syaoran: The devoted environmentalist. Two people w/ different principles and ideals. But if love will intercede between them, can they put their differences aside?

Chapter Seven

Sakura's first glass of wine was immediately followed by a second class. Then a third.

After the third glass, Sakura's eyelids were already getting heavy from drinking too much and she was even laughing hard at Syaoran's small talk.

Syaoran, on the other hand, found his enemy's present state certainly amusing. Sakura's snobbish and cold attitude, which formed an invisible wall between them, seemed to dissolve into thin air.

Sakura even kept on hitting Syaoran playfully in his arms.

"Why are you going to bring me to that smelly place where you manufacture your fertilizers, huh? You're sooo mean! You know I will get dizzy there!" She giggled, her eyes fluttering at him.

"Just cover your nose and you won't faint, trust me. Your visit here would not be complete if you won't get the chance to see our naturally-made fertilizers." Syaoran replied calmly, as if he didn't even drink alcohol at all. The only proof that he was drunk is the faint streak of red blush across his cheeks.

However, even though he looks slightly drunk, his mind was still perfectly working. He still knew everything that was happening around him.

Although he must admit that he is really getting fond of Sakura at the very minute.

For Syaoran, the woman infront of him doesn't seem like the enemy he knew. This woman right now was so nice, charming, sweet and was kind of flirting with him, harmlessly.

"Hey, I'm getting really dizzy now…" Sakura said softly, unintentionally leaning at his chest.

"Do you want to lie down, Sakura?" Syaoran asked with concern.

"Hmmmmmnnnn…" she grunted as an answer.

At her reply, Syaoran carefully lifted Sakura off the chair and made a move to lay her down the sofa bed.

But when he was slowly placing her on the cushions, both of them were suddenly off balance.

Sakura's back landed with a soft thud on the sofa bed while Syaoran's body fell infront of Sakura's, his weight adding up to her own body.

"Ooopss…sorry!" He immediately said, hurrying to get up but his knees seemed to be so weak to respond.

Instead of getting upright, all his efforts went into waste. Instead, he ended up lying beside Sakura.

As if by some force, they stared into each other's eyes, hypnotized by the glow in it. Syaoran's face slowly moves towards hers while she looked at him silently.

His face is only a few inches away from her angelic face.

Syaoran could feel his heart beating erratically now. He knew that his mind is functioning normally than Sakura's intoxicated one. He was the one aware of everything around him.

But he could feel his defenses crumbling down.

He was really tempted to kiss Sakura ever since he saw her at the orchard earlier.

He is just a man.

And he is weak.

Syaoran succumbed to his temptations and hungrily kiss Sakura.

Sakura moaned unconsciously, enjoying the feeling of his soft lips on hers.

He couldn't control his self anymore. He continued to kiss her, savoring the sweetness of her lips. His hand moved on its own, rubbing her back gently and pressing her close to him.

He knew how he could easily get Sakura's virginity now. She was so vulnerable when she's drunk.

And if something happens between the two of them today, he's pretty sure that she will remember nothing of it tomorrow.

But Syaoran was not raised to act nothing of a gentleman. He just couldn't take advantage of a woman. Even though a part of him wanted to, he just couldn't bring his self to do it. It's really wrong.

Syaoran stood up abruptly, clearing his mind from such thoughts. He looked at her sternly, so she could straighten herself up as well.

"I will not let you out of this place as long you look that way. Fix yourself up now so I could bring you home already. You're right. Grace and Simoun must be worried about you right now."

Sakura laughed at him cheekily. "You're going to bring me home just like your…girlfriend?"

He blushed. "Yes. We'll use my car. I'll just ask a driver sleeping here in the farm to drive your car to your mansion."

"Okay…" She smiled. "Hey, Syaoran? Before I forget, you are invited!"

"Where?" He asked, amused once more at her manners.

"To our factory's ground breaking ceremony. It is starting soon."

Syaoran's mouth gaped open. "It's starting soon?"

"Yes! Our business partners couldn't wait any looonger!" She smiled broadly. "It's been pushed for too long already. It's going to be held this coming Monday…you're invited…everybody's invited! We're going to construct the factory already!"

Syaoran's face contorted into pure anger. His resentment for her suddenly appeared from inside of him that he needed to find someway to release it.

"Is that so? If you want to have your way then I'm going to push through with mine!" He fumed.

He hastily put the lights off in the room, leaving the faint glow of the stars and the moon outside, to illuminate them.

When he took possession of her lips once more, he knew just how much his body is yearning for her. And when she responded just as passionately to his kisses, he felt his mind slowly drifting off somewhere else. He doesn't have any control of his own actions now. Both just acted according to what their body and heart wants.

As his hands glided down her body, caressing every part of her, he couldn't help but to marvel at the beauty looking back at him. Even in the barest of light, Sakura Kinomoto looks so beautiful.

"God…you're so darn gorgeous." He said huskily, leading her towards the bed.

"You're not bad yourself." Sakura answered back, her own emotions rattled as well.

As Sakura and Syaoran lie down gently, their arms never left each other's body even for a minute. The night may be cold and silent but they couldn't care less. Or anything else for that matter. As both responded to the temptation, thoughts of what was wrong or right were left behind in the shadows of their mind.

"Syaoran…" She couldn't help groaning as she felt his lips making its way to her neck…and further down…

His hands felt clammy as he caressed her, slowly making a bold move one right after the other. When they finally got to undress each other, he knew that there's no turning back now. It's already the point of no return.

Sakura didn't fail him. She was as responsive as he is. And very much giving.

True, she might be under the influence of alcohol and might not be under her perfect awareness but her own actions were enough to show that she's not opposing anything that was happening between the two of them. If anything else, she was even enjoying it.

Her own soft moans even fueled Syaoran to continue more. And the way she continues to repeat his name by saying it out loud over and over again, made his mind careening elsewhere.

Sakura may be drunk but somewhere deep inside her heart, she knew that Syaoran occupies it.

And for that reason alone, their fire continues to burn more fiercely than ever before.

Suddenly, the night seems to be not so cold anymore.

When Syaoran dropped Sakura home, the old couple were already waiting anxiously for their young ma'm. Both were extremely nervous about Sakura's whereabouts most especially because they knew how some people turned out to dislike her because of the proposed factory.

"Sakura!" Grace blurted out in relief. "What happened?" She asked when she caught sight of Sakura sleeping soundly on the front seat of Syaoran's pick-up.

"She visited me at the mango orchard. We just happened to have a little drink but I never knew how she could easily get drunk with the alcohol that she ended up like this." Syaoran replied, trying to act casually. "So I ended up bringing her home like this. Anyway, her car is coming here soon because I instructed one of our drivers to drive it here."

"Her dad will get mad at what happened, Xiaolang." Grace said.

He shrugged helplessly.

Simoun just kept silent the whole time, watching a few distance away.

Even though Syaoran knew that the old man is sort of a bit disappointed in him, he still couldn't resist talking to him.

"Simoun…how are you?"

"I'm still doing fine, thank you very much." Simoun replied, a forced smile plastered on his aged face.

Even though Syaoran wanted to ask further about fishing, he is becoming uncomfortable with the gap hovering between them. And another thing, he still has to carry Sakura up to her room since he was the only one who could carry her.

"I'll just bring Sakura upstairs." He smiled. "Could you just please show me her room, then?"

"That's a bit far, Xiaolang. You still have to walk inside and up the stairs. Are you sure you could support her?"

He laughed softly. "I'm pretty sure she's not that burden of a load to be carried upstairs, Grace. She's not heavy at all."

"How did you know?" Grace asked him curiously.

"I've already carried her earlier up to my truck."

"Thank you for bringing her home safely, Xiaolang." Simoun said quietly.

As he brought Sakura upstairs to her room, both Simoun and Grace kept a close guard at him. They knew that Sakura is too beautiful and that no man could simply resist her. They were just making sure that Syaoran will not attempt to do any stupid things to her. But if the couple only knew…

When Sakura was laid carefully on her bed, her emerald eyes opened up. Upon distinguishing Syaoran's handsome face, her face broke into a sweet smile. She must've mistook that what is happening at the moment is the continuation of what happened earlier at his office.

Sakura's so out of it that she didn't even notice Grace and Simoun standing straight beside her bed.

"Love me again, Syaoran…" she mumbled.

Syaoran was surprised at her words, a feeling of panic creeping up on him as he hurriedly looked at the old couple.

Grace's forehead wrinkled, wondering what on earth Sakura had just said.

"What did she just say?"

"Hmmm…n-nothing." Syaoran smiled forcefully. "That's how drunk people acts; they usually don't even know what they were saying. You shouldn't really be paying to what they say. It's really nonsense."

As if to emphasize her point, Sakura's hands move and proceeded to make its way to Syaoran's neck before pulling him close to her.

"Syaoran….?"

Grace and Simoun's eyes widened in surprise at Sakura's actions. They were used to seeing her so reserved and poised that acting like this just doesn't make sense at all.

"We're really very sorry about this Xiaolang! Please forgive her! She doesn't know what she's doing!" Grace exclaimed, a look of embarrassment plastered on her face.

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kotsch

A/N: As I've told you, there will only be hints of lemony stuffs…and not lemon per se. So to those who are expecting it to be like that, I'm sorry to disappoint you guys but I know that I am not much of a good lemon writer. Anyway, please don't forget to let me know your feedbacks. Arigatou!