Disclaimer: Ok, sorry for not continuing this story sooner, but school work
has it's evil ways e.e;; Any hoo, I think I made this chapter a bit longer
than the last but I hope you guys will still enjoy! So, i'll just toodles
and let you read XD.
Who are you really?
Syaoran quickly made his way down the corridors, hoping she had not yet left. He merely just wanted a conversation with her. She seemed interesting to him, more then any of the other girls he had met before. His pace was quicker then usual, walking faster then expected. He kept increasing his pace until the point were he began to run. Needless to say, when he finally got there, he was almost out of breath. But the good thing about it was that she was still there. That was his most concerned, or so it seemed.
Still silent and discrete as usual, he walked slowly towards her, stopping a few feet to notice something strangely odd. She seemed to be very absorbed in her work, that or something was on her mind. Her hands were steady during her tending to the gardens, but her expression was void of emotion. Silence and trouble was somewhat visible. He mind debated whether he should disturb her or not, yet he knew he wanted to speak with her. There was probably no other chance if he hadn't now.
Standing but a few feet behind her, he arched an eyebrow lightly, finding it interesting as he watched her hands work the delicate flowers before them. A slow desire and yearning slid down inside him. A feeling he had not felt before. It was odd, but gave him a feeling of warmth and contentment. He decided he liked the feeling. Clearing his throat as polite as he could, he watched as she stopped her current movement. Ah, he must've startled her again.
Sakura froze in her spot, eyes widening in recognition. Him. She did not think she would meet him again, and at such a sort period time at that. She had no idea what to do. Was she to run? Or stay and talk? If she stayed, what was there to talk about? Embarassment slowly lingered her pale creme cheeks as she stood. Turning to face his at a slow manner, she kept her face to the ground, bowing slightly in greeting. "M'lord."
His laugh was rich and low, amusement lingering through his extended voice. "Now, how would you know I am a lord if thou does not look?" He inquired teasingly. Though he could not see her face, he new she was the one from before. If not from her voice, her presence that filled him earlier was yet the same. There was no mistake, it was surely her.
Embarassment lingered more onto her cheeks as she kept her face down. "I am certain, for I recognize your voice M'lord. And if you were not, I assume it would be a complement." She kept her face down, not daring to look up, for she wuld be faced with the same features of the man that still kept her unbalanced. Not only was he handsome, but she found it hard to concentrate when he was around. Longing struck inside her as fast as lightning, causing sensations she had never felt, confusion dwelling in her mind of them complications.
His grin broadened slightly, finding her intelligence to be very fascinating. This girl was indeed unsual. In a way that caught his attention, yet was not annoying like those he met every so often. Bringing his hand under her chin, his lifted it up slightly to meet his gaze. Staring into her captivating eyes struck him with a sense of longing. The time must've been forever as he stared, both of them never moving, until he realized he began to smile at her blush. Odd, yet it was very amusing to watch her do such a thing. "But, is it not rude to not look at those you speak too?" He questioned again, perhaps to test her intelligence, or maybe, to enjoy the tingle of embarassment that tinted her cheeks.
Sakura quickly looked away, tearing her gaze from him as fast as she could. Her embarassment had grown twice as much then the last time, causing her to feel awkward. His touch was strong and rough, yet unverving. She hated how he made her feel so confused, yet somewhat content. "Because, m'lord, servants are forbidden to..."
"Nonsense!" He cut her off quickly. Oh how he truly did loath such rules. If he was able to burn them, he would.
She was startled by his outburst but said nothing. She kept her gaze away, hands trifling with the skirt she wore. The thoughts of escaping his grasp was quickly dispersed as his fingers found there way to her chin again. Faced towards him once again, her stomach knotted and breath stopped. He was so close, mere inches away. She could feel his warm breath cascading and caressing her skin. She viewed him with caution, perhaps fright but she wasn't certain. Did she want him so close? Yes. She didn't deny any fact of hating it. Watching as he drew closer, she nearly melted. Her knees wobbled as she almost became weak. She almost felt as if he was going to kiss her, but she knew it wasn't capable of happening, but it didn't force her to close her eyes.
Syaoran stared into her alluring eyes, feeling pulled nearer by force. If it was force, why had he not stopped himself? Because he did not want to. She was captivating and he found no reason to stop. He wanted to, and by all means, he new he would. He was so near, her breath felt warm and sweet. His stomach was knotted to peaks he never dreamed would happen. What in the world was happening to him? Finding himself staring at her lips, he couldn't stop, he wouldn't. Leaning forward, his breaths became slow and steady. Could he do such a thing? Out in the open? Yes, it didn't matter anymore. She did miraculous things to his body, and he was certain no one else did what she did to him, ever.
His lips were near hers, so very near. A few more centimeters and they would be on top of hers. His breaths suddenly stopped. Emotions weld up inside him caused him to pause for a moment. Closing his eyes also, he leaned closer, planting them lightly over hers. The intimacy was shocking. His body was weak with longing and desire. He knew the kiss would not satiate him. He wanted more.
Sakura's breathing never returned as she felt his lips lightly on hers. She couldn't believe it. Here she was, a servant, being kissed by the prince! She would faint if the kiss had not drawn her closer to him. The moment seemed to last forever, his lips never leaving hers with that feather-like touch. It sent shivers down her spine and her heart rate to increase faster. Her head was swimming in emotions which thrilled her. This was an experience she would never forget.
The moment of course, did not last forever as it was quickly interrupted. A male's voice echoed from within, calling the prince back into the castle. Syaoran stopped the kiss abruptly, cursing beneath his breath as he did so. Only if he had just a bit more time, to know her, caress her. Dammit all. He wanted her. He knew that now. She was something he had never tried before, filling his senses in a way in which he enjoyed. Stepping back, he bowed lightly, plastering a smile on his face. He didn't want to leave, but he knew, if he didn't, he would be pestered in doing so.
Running a hand through his hair quickly, he sighed. Taking her hands in his, he drew closer once more. He wanted to know her name, actually, he wanted more. But now was not the time. "Please, a name?"
That kiss left Sakura breathless and speechless. Not only till he removed himself did she realised she had held in her breath. Breathing in slightly, she watched him with stunned eyes. She didn't know how to reply, his sudden act had left her without words, and her body trembling. She opened her mouth slowly, as if to speak, but the male voice rang through the gardens again, halting her for a breif moment.
"Please.." He pleaded, looking back quickly before returning his gaze.
"...S..Sakura.." She muttered breathlessly, feeling stupid for how shemust sound like.
He nodded in understanding and strode away backwards. With a last glance, he turned around and trugged into the castle, but not before leaving her with a farewell. "We will certainly meet again....Sakura..."
The way he had pronounced her name sent shivers down her spine. Her mind was still spinning from their last little exprience. Her heart never slowed down for her, no matter how much she welded it to. This man had given her feelings she had never realised she had, and what was worse was, she will never be the same again. Now, he will be the only thing she will think of. Oh my...
"My goodness...what am I too do?" She stared after him, still immobolized. This time, she was in much thicker waters.
Finding herself again, she slowly walked away from the gardens, breathing rapidly. She hoped no one had seen her, or him, for she new the consequences. And if this were to leak out, there would be no explanations. Saddened again by that thought, Sakura trugged into her room for the rest of the day. Lying on her bed, she closed her eyes breifly, seeing the handsome face imprinted into the back of her mind. Opening her eyes again, she groaned. Sakura, what have you gotten yourself into this time?
Who are you really?
Syaoran quickly made his way down the corridors, hoping she had not yet left. He merely just wanted a conversation with her. She seemed interesting to him, more then any of the other girls he had met before. His pace was quicker then usual, walking faster then expected. He kept increasing his pace until the point were he began to run. Needless to say, when he finally got there, he was almost out of breath. But the good thing about it was that she was still there. That was his most concerned, or so it seemed.
Still silent and discrete as usual, he walked slowly towards her, stopping a few feet to notice something strangely odd. She seemed to be very absorbed in her work, that or something was on her mind. Her hands were steady during her tending to the gardens, but her expression was void of emotion. Silence and trouble was somewhat visible. He mind debated whether he should disturb her or not, yet he knew he wanted to speak with her. There was probably no other chance if he hadn't now.
Standing but a few feet behind her, he arched an eyebrow lightly, finding it interesting as he watched her hands work the delicate flowers before them. A slow desire and yearning slid down inside him. A feeling he had not felt before. It was odd, but gave him a feeling of warmth and contentment. He decided he liked the feeling. Clearing his throat as polite as he could, he watched as she stopped her current movement. Ah, he must've startled her again.
Sakura froze in her spot, eyes widening in recognition. Him. She did not think she would meet him again, and at such a sort period time at that. She had no idea what to do. Was she to run? Or stay and talk? If she stayed, what was there to talk about? Embarassment slowly lingered her pale creme cheeks as she stood. Turning to face his at a slow manner, she kept her face to the ground, bowing slightly in greeting. "M'lord."
His laugh was rich and low, amusement lingering through his extended voice. "Now, how would you know I am a lord if thou does not look?" He inquired teasingly. Though he could not see her face, he new she was the one from before. If not from her voice, her presence that filled him earlier was yet the same. There was no mistake, it was surely her.
Embarassment lingered more onto her cheeks as she kept her face down. "I am certain, for I recognize your voice M'lord. And if you were not, I assume it would be a complement." She kept her face down, not daring to look up, for she wuld be faced with the same features of the man that still kept her unbalanced. Not only was he handsome, but she found it hard to concentrate when he was around. Longing struck inside her as fast as lightning, causing sensations she had never felt, confusion dwelling in her mind of them complications.
His grin broadened slightly, finding her intelligence to be very fascinating. This girl was indeed unsual. In a way that caught his attention, yet was not annoying like those he met every so often. Bringing his hand under her chin, his lifted it up slightly to meet his gaze. Staring into her captivating eyes struck him with a sense of longing. The time must've been forever as he stared, both of them never moving, until he realized he began to smile at her blush. Odd, yet it was very amusing to watch her do such a thing. "But, is it not rude to not look at those you speak too?" He questioned again, perhaps to test her intelligence, or maybe, to enjoy the tingle of embarassment that tinted her cheeks.
Sakura quickly looked away, tearing her gaze from him as fast as she could. Her embarassment had grown twice as much then the last time, causing her to feel awkward. His touch was strong and rough, yet unverving. She hated how he made her feel so confused, yet somewhat content. "Because, m'lord, servants are forbidden to..."
"Nonsense!" He cut her off quickly. Oh how he truly did loath such rules. If he was able to burn them, he would.
She was startled by his outburst but said nothing. She kept her gaze away, hands trifling with the skirt she wore. The thoughts of escaping his grasp was quickly dispersed as his fingers found there way to her chin again. Faced towards him once again, her stomach knotted and breath stopped. He was so close, mere inches away. She could feel his warm breath cascading and caressing her skin. She viewed him with caution, perhaps fright but she wasn't certain. Did she want him so close? Yes. She didn't deny any fact of hating it. Watching as he drew closer, she nearly melted. Her knees wobbled as she almost became weak. She almost felt as if he was going to kiss her, but she knew it wasn't capable of happening, but it didn't force her to close her eyes.
Syaoran stared into her alluring eyes, feeling pulled nearer by force. If it was force, why had he not stopped himself? Because he did not want to. She was captivating and he found no reason to stop. He wanted to, and by all means, he new he would. He was so near, her breath felt warm and sweet. His stomach was knotted to peaks he never dreamed would happen. What in the world was happening to him? Finding himself staring at her lips, he couldn't stop, he wouldn't. Leaning forward, his breaths became slow and steady. Could he do such a thing? Out in the open? Yes, it didn't matter anymore. She did miraculous things to his body, and he was certain no one else did what she did to him, ever.
His lips were near hers, so very near. A few more centimeters and they would be on top of hers. His breaths suddenly stopped. Emotions weld up inside him caused him to pause for a moment. Closing his eyes also, he leaned closer, planting them lightly over hers. The intimacy was shocking. His body was weak with longing and desire. He knew the kiss would not satiate him. He wanted more.
Sakura's breathing never returned as she felt his lips lightly on hers. She couldn't believe it. Here she was, a servant, being kissed by the prince! She would faint if the kiss had not drawn her closer to him. The moment seemed to last forever, his lips never leaving hers with that feather-like touch. It sent shivers down her spine and her heart rate to increase faster. Her head was swimming in emotions which thrilled her. This was an experience she would never forget.
The moment of course, did not last forever as it was quickly interrupted. A male's voice echoed from within, calling the prince back into the castle. Syaoran stopped the kiss abruptly, cursing beneath his breath as he did so. Only if he had just a bit more time, to know her, caress her. Dammit all. He wanted her. He knew that now. She was something he had never tried before, filling his senses in a way in which he enjoyed. Stepping back, he bowed lightly, plastering a smile on his face. He didn't want to leave, but he knew, if he didn't, he would be pestered in doing so.
Running a hand through his hair quickly, he sighed. Taking her hands in his, he drew closer once more. He wanted to know her name, actually, he wanted more. But now was not the time. "Please, a name?"
That kiss left Sakura breathless and speechless. Not only till he removed himself did she realised she had held in her breath. Breathing in slightly, she watched him with stunned eyes. She didn't know how to reply, his sudden act had left her without words, and her body trembling. She opened her mouth slowly, as if to speak, but the male voice rang through the gardens again, halting her for a breif moment.
"Please.." He pleaded, looking back quickly before returning his gaze.
"...S..Sakura.." She muttered breathlessly, feeling stupid for how shemust sound like.
He nodded in understanding and strode away backwards. With a last glance, he turned around and trugged into the castle, but not before leaving her with a farewell. "We will certainly meet again....Sakura..."
The way he had pronounced her name sent shivers down her spine. Her mind was still spinning from their last little exprience. Her heart never slowed down for her, no matter how much she welded it to. This man had given her feelings she had never realised she had, and what was worse was, she will never be the same again. Now, he will be the only thing she will think of. Oh my...
"My goodness...what am I too do?" She stared after him, still immobolized. This time, she was in much thicker waters.
Finding herself again, she slowly walked away from the gardens, breathing rapidly. She hoped no one had seen her, or him, for she new the consequences. And if this were to leak out, there would be no explanations. Saddened again by that thought, Sakura trugged into her room for the rest of the day. Lying on her bed, she closed her eyes breifly, seeing the handsome face imprinted into the back of her mind. Opening her eyes again, she groaned. Sakura, what have you gotten yourself into this time?