A/N: So here's chapter 6 of ISSI. (7000+ hits so far, I love you guys. I'd love you more if I had that many reviews. Hint hint, folks) but so sorry about the super duper long delay.

-X-

Tuesday. Casual dress day. Eriol searched his closet for the perfect outfit for today. Once he found it, he grinned wickedly. It consisted of a tight black muscle shirt, a loose polo shirt over it, his favorite nice-fitting dark jeans and runners. Today, he was dressed to kill. The embarassing event from yesterday wouldn't deter him from his goal: to win this bet.

'Tomoyo, today will be your downfall.'

-X-

Tomoyo settled for a tight white spaghetti-strap top with a lavender jacket over, and a deep violet pleated skirt to match, and her favorite strappy sandals.

'…this ends today. I'll make your loss so bad you'll be too crushed to continue this bet. I can't lose.'

-X-

Syaoran pulled out his favorite green polo and khaki shorts and white sneakers, smiling at his shirt, the color reminding him of a certain someone's eyes.

'I'm dying to know what happened yesterday!'

-X-

"HOEE! I'M GONNA BE LATE!" Sakura shrieked, running around her room. Luckily she prepared her outfit the night before, and was sitting on her chair. She pulled on the same white shirt Tomoyo wore (since Tomoyo made it for both of them), her gray jacket, and pink pleated skirt. She dashed down the stairs, grabbed her toast while stepping into her flip flops and ran out the door.

It was only when she reached the school that she remembered she set her clock 15 minutes faster. She swore and almost cried, but she sighed in relief, knowing she wouldn't be late. Slowly walking inside, she turned to her locker to find someone there.

"Ohayo," he greeted with a small smile. Sakura grinned and jogged to him, pulling him into a hug, which he easily returned, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Ohayo, Syao-chan" she teased, giggling at his look of annoyance.

"Geez…" he mumbled, slightly embarassed, "just promise me that if you do start calling me that on a regular basis, do it when no one else is around…"

She pretended to think, tapping her chin with one finger. "Oh, I don't know about that…do you really think I'd be that nice?" she teased, and Syaoran gave her the best pout he could. Sakura giggled and pulled his cheeks. "You're so cute!" she squealed.

"Sakura!" he whined, pulling out of her grasp, to which she laughed out loud. She looped her arm in his, smiling apologetically.

"Sorry," she said with a huge pout and sad puppy eyes. "Forgive me?"

Syaoran felt his being crumble and he nodded dumbly, earning another squeal as she jumped up and threw her arms around him.

"At first it was cute, but now it's getting quite sickening watching you two do that all day…" drawled Eriol as he stepped into the hall, earning a glare from Syaoran, and Sakura stuck out her tongue at Eriol, hugging Syaoran tighter, who wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Don't mind the prude, he doesn't know what he's talking about!" came the voice of Tomoyo, who was granted permission to bring her camcorder to school.

Sakura squeaked and hid behind Syaoran to avoid the camera lens.

"Tomoyo!" she whined, throwing her friend a pout from over her boyfriend's shoulder. Syaoran was laughing and Eriol stood at the side, looking amused.

"But Sakura-chan is just too kawaii!" Tomoyo squealed. "Don't you think so, Li-kun?" she asked, turning the focus from the honey-haired girl to her brown-haired counterpart. "You agree with me right? If you answer correctly, I'll give you videos you'll enjoy!"

Sakura was horrified as her boyfriend turned and grinned sweetly at her. "Sounds tempting…" he mumbled, earning a whine from Sakura. "But no" he said firmly. "Put the camera away, Daidouji, you're making her uncomfortable." Tomoyo frowned at being defeated but obediently put the camera away, crossing her arms and pouting.

Sakura grinned and threw herself on Syaoran happily, burying her face in his chest. "My hero!" she cried dramatically, earning a laugh from the rest of the group. "Now then, my knight in shining armor, escort me to our final destination—the prison dubbed 'the classroom'," she leaned against Syaoran, who smiled and led her away, arm around her waist.

"Why of course, my dear Princess," he played along. "Come, Eriol, my noble steed, and Daidouji—my Princess's favorite minstrel. Onward we shall go, through the peril till we reach our final, terrible destination!" Sakura giggled and skipped along, pulling the smiling Syaoran behind her.

"Why am I the noble steed?" Eriol demanded, catching up with them. "Why can't Tomoyo? You don't need her to be a minstrel!" he complained, earning a thwack on the head from Tomoyo.

"Fine. Tomoyo-chan will be the Princess's favorite beautiful mare, and Hiiragizawa-kun will be the Noble Knight's favorite court jester!"

"Kinomoto!" came the annoying whine.

"Eriol, shut up," reprimanded Tomoyo.

"Yes ma'am."

Syaoran burst out laughing.

"Man, you are so whipped."

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"ENOUGH!" Tomoyo and Sakura yelled together, pulling their counterparts away from each other.

"Really, Eriol, always picking fights, hasn't your mother taught you anything?"

"If you keep doing that, Syaoran, I'll have to call you that nickname in front of everyone in the school."

Syaoran looked up in fear. "You wouldn't…" he started, but saw she was dead serious.

"Try me."

"Sakura!"

-X-

Tomoyo and Eriol avoided each other as much as possible, treating the other like a plague. They felt the need to drag their best friends with them, so Sakura and Syaoran barely spent any time together, to the couple's dismay.

During Choir, Tomoyo ran out of class to grab her music folder, grumbling at how stupid she was for forgetting it the whole way. She relaxed in the hallway, knowing Eriol was with Sakura and Li in Gym class, and there was no way he'd be in the halls.

She unlocked her locker and pulled out the binder, only to have her locker slammed in front of her face, causing her to squeak and jump in surprise, wheeling around to see a pair of bespectled cobalt-blue eyes.

Her own amethyst eyes narrowed as he pushed her against the locker.

"Hiiragizawa, I have to get to class, so if you don't mind…"

She was silenced by his lips; she hated to admit that she missed them, but she did.

Her body arched towards his, desperate to get closer to him.

His hand trailed up her shirt, carressing the smooth skin underneath.

Tomoyo moaned into the kiss, tangling her fingers into the navy mass atop his head, tugging slightly, earning a rumbling groan from him. One of his hands traveled higher under her shirt, fingering her bra clasp.

Feeling daring, she jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist, as Eriol trailed his other hand towards her ample bottom, lazily moving his thumb around in circles on each mound, earning a shudder from the girl in his arms, and a nip on the lip.

It was war in their joined mouths; each tongue battling the other for dominance, while carressing each other in a complex dance lost to everyone but them. Neither could stop, even if they wanted to. They were each other's drug.

In one fluid motion, Tomoyo's bra was unclasped, and the hand on her upper back moved towards the front, fingers dancing across her skin, teasing her and coaxing a noise from her; any noise at all. Eriol got his wish when she moaned into his kiss.

He tweaked one nipple none too gently, earning a gasp of pleasure as the hand resting on her bottom moved to cup her sex under her skirt. Those God-given fingers danced across her breast and her nether-lips.

"Say my name…" he breathed huskily, trailing his lips across her jaw.

Tomoyo moaned, her mind a jumble of incoherent thoughts.

"Say it…you know you're about to, don't fight it…" he continued, nibbling on her earlobe.

"Hii—" she began, but was cut off by a bite on her bottom lip.

"Not my last name…Say my name…" He licked her bruised bottom lip.

"Oh my God…ERIOL!" she gasped, eyes widening as his finger tugged at her clit. Eriol grunted, feeling by the dampness and rhythm pulsing from her sex that she had cum for him right in the middle of the hallway.

Tomoyo was in heaven for what felt like eternity, but hardly long enough. She collapsed into his chest, gasping for air and needing to feel his body up aginst hers. Eriol smiled into her hair and kissed her temple, gently settling her down on the ground.

He glanced down, hearing her breathing steadily return to normal, and noticed she couldn't look at him. "Tomoyo?" he asked gently, but she shook her head and simply buried her face into his chest, inhaling his scent. He could live with that.

-X-

SUPER DUPER SHORT but hey at least I updated, right?