AN: I apologize one hundred times over! It's been a month--again!-- since my last update, and I feel horrible. But you can't blame me for my lateness. School is first and foremost the most important right now. This is my last semester, and all I need to do is get through it and I will be a high school graduate, then I'll have more time to write--at least until college. Anyways, I hesitate to post this because the time has come for Sakura and Syaoran to take their relationship to the next level. I've NEVER wrote a sex scene before in my life, so don't expect it to be all that great.
Rated: M for Mature do to sexual content and language.
Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura and its characters belong to Clamp. Plot and original characters of this story belongs to me.
Geisha Girl
Chapter Nine
Syaoran was almost in bed when heavy pounding was heard from the door. With a frown, he walked to the door. Just having got out of the shower, he was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He felt he needed a long hot shower after enduring Leiko, and enduring watching Sakura smile and touch Totsuda. He had wanted to talk to her, he truly had, but he hadn't been able to bring himself to. So instead he had just left along with the Tokumatsu family.
The pounding grew harder, almost frantic, and he frowned some more. He reached it, unlocked the locks, and opened it.
"Sakura?" He questioned with shock just as the young woman threw herself at him.
"Don't turn me away" she cried, hugging him fiercely. "I didn't know where else to go!"
Syaoran wrapped his arms around her, feeling her hot tears against his neck. He drew her into his apartment, not wanting any of his nosey neighbors to see her. He closed the door with his bare foot and leaned against it, caressing Sakura's hair as she cried.
"Sakura? What's wrong? What happened?"
"M-Mr. Totsuda almost r-raped me . . ." she whispered before more sobs came from her mouth.
Syaoran bit his lip, his muscles tensing, and he resisted the urge to grab her and demand where that bastard was. Damn it, he knew Totsuda would hurt her. He had known it the moment Totsuda said he would bed her. But he hadn't expected rape. Or had he? Syaoran was disgusted with his associate, but more so with himself. He should have warned Sakura, but instead he said nothing. Instead, the moment he learned Totsuda would be her danna, he sulked like a baby, and refused to talk to her. And now . . .
He looked down at the crying woman in his arms. "I'm sorry Sakura" he whispered, kissing the top of her head and leaving his lips there. He closed his eyes. "I'm so sorry" he repeated against her hair. She said nothing and just continued to sob. He tightened his hold on her, wanting to protect her more now then ever. He wanted her out of the fucking geisha life.
It was several minutes later before her sobs turned into sniffles.
"Are you okay now?" he murmured.
Sakura didn't remove her face from his neck, but she nodded to give him an answer. The horrors of what might have happened seemed to fade away as she realized Syaoran was wearing nothing but a towel. She inhaled his scent, smelling what smelled like sandalwood. She felt so safe in his arms, safe and . . . Warm. She could feel his hard body against hers, and she remembered how he looked like without a shirt. Her hands ran slowly down his back, and she felt the muscles tense under her touch. She suddenly noticed his choppy breathing.
"Sakura" he said shakily. "Please get away from me . . ."
She was affecting him, she realized. With a smile she merely moved closer to him, pressing herself against him. Today she was nearly raped. She didn't want to remember it at all. All she wanted was Syaoran. Surely she could escape reality for one night, couldn't she? For just one night, she wanted to forget everything, forget her profession, forget Totsuda, and just get lost in the pleasure Syaoran could give her. She easily forgets everything when kissing him. Imagine when he makes love to her?
She loved him with all her heart, and she wanted to know what it was like to be with him. She no longer cared about her principles.
"Make love to me . . ." she pleaded softly against his shoulder. She felt him go rigid.
"No" He immediately said, slightly pushing her away from him. She looked up at him. "No, you are too vulnerable right now."
"Please, Syaoran."
"Sakura-"
"Don't you want me anymore?" She asked, pushing herself closer to him. She heard his soft groan, felt his erection grow firm and hard against her. She stood on her toes so that the junction of her thighs could cradle his manhood. She knew what she wanted, and she wanted him. Perhaps in the morning she'll feel ashamed and will regret it, but right now . . . Right now she wanted him.
Syaoran's breathe hissed through his teeth. How he has wanted her for so long! But he didn't want to have sex with her while she was at this state. She was just too vulnerable, wanting to have sex in order to find comfort over what could have happened tonight between her and his associate. He wanted to resist, but he was failing miserably.
"Please Sakura" he nearly begged as he attempted one more time to stop her. He was hard, and aching, and if he didn't stop her now he wouldn't be able to stop himself later. "You don't know what you are doing to me . . ."
"I don't? Syaoran, I may be inexperienced, but not ignorant." To prove it, Sakura slowly ran a hand down his chest, his muscles rippling under her hand. She passed his hard abs, felt the raspy material of his towel, and grasped his erection through the material. He groaned again, his eyes closing at the pleasure of her hand holding him. He slightly shuddered.
"Please, Syaoran" she whispered against his lips.
He opened his eyes, and only a moment passed by before he crushed his lips against hers. He thrust his tongue inside her mouth. Sakura accepted the onslaught, letting him do what he wanted. Dimly, she realized that he wasn't going to hold back. His kisses had been gentle, but this time he was ravenously taking her mouth.
She felt herself being picked up and carried, without breaking the kiss. Her sandals easily fell to the floor, leaving her feet bare. Her arms snaked around his neck, not knowing where he was taking her and not caring.
Seconds later she was on his bed, with him over her as he broke the kiss and began to move towards her neck.
He growled, and she wondered why. "You're make-up" he muttered, pulling away slightly.
She suddenly remembered the white paint all over her face, and the emerald hanging on her forehead. She immediately wiped away the paint using the sleeve of her kimono and was about to remove the emerald when he stopped.
"Leave it on" he whispered, and he kissed her jaw before moving down to her neck.
She felt so warm, that tingling sensation she had always gotten when he kissed her settled in her stomach and in between her legs. Sexually aroused, he had told her. And she was. Her skin felt like it was on fire, and she felt him start to untie the obi sash that held her kimono. She held in her breathe when he finally untied it, spreading her kimono open and revealing her naked breasts. She couldn't help but blush. He has seen her breasts before, but she had been drunk during that time. Now she was sober, and she could feel the heat on her face.
Syaoran lazily viewed her bust, rejoicing in the fact that he could now touch her. He lowered his head and nuzzled her bare breasts, lightly kissing the underside of one and reveling in her slight shudders.
"So pretty" he murmured as he raised a hand to fondle one breast while he licked the nipple of the other, making it erect and hard. "So, so pretty" he said again before drawing her nipple into his mouth and sucking at it.
Sakura cried out, her body bucking as pleasure spread through her body. It seemed as if the pleasure from her nipple went straight to her loins, making the tingling sensation grow to an ache between her thighs. She moaned as he moved to the other nipple, giving it the same attentions as he did its twin, her hands clutching at the back of his head to keep it in place.
Syaoran raised his head to look at his handiwork before moving up and capturing her lips in a kiss. He pulled her hands down and removed the sleeves of her kimono from her arms as he distracted her with his tongue in her mouth. He removed her kimono from under her and dropped it on the floor beside the bed before moving his hands down to her hips where he made contact with the elastic band of her underwear. He pulled away from the kiss and she moaned again as he began to move back down, whilst bringing her panties down her shapely legs at the same time. He sucked her nipples once more before continuing down her sweet flesh, kissing and sucking at her exposed skin. He reached her shallow naval and paid homage to it, giving it loving attention as he slipped her panties completely off and threw them on the floor as well.
He finally got up to view her completely naked, and he smiled. She was more than pretty- she was beautiful, a goddess, and that emerald on her forehead easily added to the effect.
"S-Syaoran . . ." She whispered, and her hands moved.
He immediately grabbed them, preventing her from covering herself. He moved up and in one hand held both her wrists and held them above her head, making her body arch against him, and he nearly went mad. "Don't cover yourself" he muttered as he moved his other hand down her body before cupping her mound.
Sakura's eyes widened, feeling his hand over the most private part of her. Her eyes locked with his as he boldly pushed one finger into her.
She cried out at the sensation, pleasure splintering her. The ache grew into a throb, and she shut her eyes, arching her hips as he entered another finger.
Syaoran groaned, lowering his head to suck a nipple, feeling her tight around his fingers as he went pass her folds. She was hot, and wet, and he moved his fingers in and out of her, reveling in the cries that escaped her mouth. Her body shuddered, her body pressing against his. He moved his thumb to the sensitive flesh above her sex, and brushed across it, his lips not moving from her breast.
Sakura clenched her hands, her nails digging into her palms as he touched her intimately. She felt like she couldn't breathe, his fingers inside her moving in a gentle rhythm as the fire inside her spread. She pressed her head back into the pillow, her body writhing as something drastic was happening to her. Pressure began building inside of her, a tightening that was close to pain. Frantically she bucked her hips, trying to escape it as the tension inside her grew to intolerable levels.
Syaoran released her nipple and moved his lips to her ear, increasing the speed of his fingers. "That's it, Sakura, reach for it" he whispered. "Let go, let go."
She tried to ignore his words, but just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, the tension exploded, releasing her. She sobbed, white light flashing behind her closed eyelids, as she entered a plane she didn't know existed that consisted of only pleasure. Waves of it washed over her flushed body, and her body shuddered as she rode those waves.
Her breathing was ragged as she slowly opened her eyes, her body calming down, returning from that wonderful plane.
"How was that?" Syaoran murmured as he brought down his head to kiss her neck, withdrawing his fingers from within her.
"I climaxed" she whispered, and he chuckled.
"I didn't even know you understood what was happening to you" he whispered as he kissed her lips. Releasing her wrists, he removed his towel so he was completely naked as she was. Watching her orgasm had made him shudder, not knowing until that moment how satisfying it was to give someone pleasure. He wanted to see her orgasm again.
Her hands, now freed, moved to his back as he moved over her settling himself in between her spread legs. The tip of his erection nudged her entrance, and he felt her stiffen under him.
"It won't hurt like before" he softly promised, looking straight into her eyes. She nodded slowly, and he kissed her as he began to enter her.
Sakura dug her nails into his bare back as she felt him enter her. She could feel her vaginal walls trying to accommodate him. Like promised, it wasn't hurting like the first time, but it still hurt, and she whimpered into his mouth, her nails digging deeper into his back.
Syaoran pulled away from the kiss and pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes tightly shut as he resisted the instinct to just plunge into her. He rocked his hips back and forth, entering her a little at a time, not believing how tight she was, or how difficult it was for him to enter her slim body.
Panic seized her as he continued to move into her. Her first time being penetrated hadn't taken this long, and neither had the discomfort lasted. "No, stop!" she suddenly exclaimed. "I can't- You're too big!"
"I know, baby, I know. It's okay. It'll all be okay."
Hearing his soothing words calmed her down a bit, and she whimpered some more.
Finally, her vaginal walls gave way to the pressure and he was in her to the hilt. He didn't move, watching her as she tried to get comfortable, waiting for her to get used to him inside her. Oh, but how good she felt, her sweet inner flesh clenching him, surrounding him. She felt too good, better than any other woman he has ever had. She was so hot, so tight, like a virgin.
Sakura was still, her heart thudding against her chest. She was dimly surprised as she realized it wasn't hurting, and instinctively she moved her hips slightly upward.
Syaoran groaned, and he moved. He pulled back, her inner walls rubbing against him, making him groan again. He then thrust forward, making her feel every inch of him as he moved in a slow, delicious rhythm.
Sakura moaned as he began to move inside her, the discomfort gone, being replaced by pleasure. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his hips and lifted her hips, her body knowing what to do, wanting to feel more of him. The pressure began to build again, and she raked her nails down his back, lifting her pelvis to match his thrusts. She whimpered, recognizing the tension, knowing that she was slowly rising to that sweet haven where only bliss existed. The tension was stronger this time, the delight of him inside her, knowing that this was Syaoran who was filling her, heightened the pleasure, and she wildly bucked her hips, wanting to reach that haven, knowing he was the only one who could take her there.
And she felt it come closer . . . Closer . . .
"S-Syaoran" she cried softly, arching as she climaxed for a second time, shaking as she reached that bliss.
"Damn" Syaoran whispered, her orgasm milking him with her essence, her walls clenching him in a vice, and his control shattered.
He abandoned his even strokes and took her with powerful thrusts, moving swiftly and deeply.
Sakura's breathe hitched as he rode her hard, and the tension began to build again as soon as it ended. She met his thrusts, reality gone, her only awareness was that of the man above her, the man she loved. I love you, I love you, she thought in her mind over and over again, wishing she could tell him.
Syaoran pressed his forehead against hers, sweat gleaming on his forehead, his eyes narrowed and fierce and locking with hers. He could see her reaching her third orgasm and suddenly he whispered "Marry me" just as she climaxed. He stiffened and shuddered as he joined her in that haven, filling her with his warmth, his body shaking. Slowly, he collapsed on her, shifting his weight slightly so that he didn't crush her, as he continued to lightly shake from the powerful orgasm he has just experienced.
The room was silent except for their heavy breathing as their hearts slowed down to a steady rhythm.
Sakura didn't move, couldn't move. She was exhausted, his weight feeling wonderful on her, and she was frozen with the shock of what he had asked. Marry him? Did he mean it? Or did he just say it in the heat of passion? She feared the reasons as to why he asked, so she kept her mouth closed, not voicing anything, and simply waited until he said something.
Syaoran was completely shocked with himself. He has just asked the woman beneath him to marry him. He has never done that before, has never asked a woman to marry him, especially during the act of sex. But what shocked him more was the fact that he wasn't scared, not cringing from the idea of marrying Sakura. Moreover, the words had felt right leaving his mouth. He could easily imagine himself living with her for the rest of his life. This was also the perfect way of getting her out of the geisha life, to save her from Totsuda. He may not have meant to ask her the very words he has always promised himself he would never utter, but he sure as hell did mean them now that they left his mouth.
He lifted his head and looked at her. She was staring at him with wide eyes, her body unmoving under him, her hands not moving from his back. He lifted himself up, rising on his elbows so that he was completely on top her again, but not crushing her. He was still inside her, soft now. He cupped her face.
"I meant it" he whispered. "Marry me."
Her eyes widened more. "W-why?"
"To save you from Totsuda."
"Why not just offer to become my danna?"
"Because I don't like the idea of sharing you- with anybody." He shook his head. "I also care for you, want to protect you, and I can easily see myself being with you for the rest of my life."
Sakura couldn't believe it. He wanted to marry her, but something in her hurt over the fact that he wasn't asking to marry her because he loved her. But he didn't believe in love. He had made that very clear last week. But she loved him, and marrying him, being called his wife, would be . . . Wonderful.
Oh God, was she so desperate for him that she would marry him, even knowing that he didn't love her? Knowing that he just might never would? But he cared for her, and that was more than she had ever expected from him. And knowing that there had been many women before her, she was the only one he was willing to spend the rest of his life with.
"Hell Sakura" he said when she still didn't answer him. "I'll be faithful, I'm rich, so you don't have to worry about us being broke. I'll protect you when anyone bothers you. I won't smother you. If you want a job, you could find one. If you want me to take care of you financially, I'll be more than willing."
She moved her hands from his back, still staring at him, something in her telling her not to accept, telling her not to just settle for anything but love.
But she loved him so much . . . She just might never love someone else again, especially with her profession. And Syaoran . . . With him not believing in love, he might never find a woman who didn't care about his money, who didn't care about the jewelry he could shower her with, because Sakura knew that many women saw the money in him, instead of the lone little wolf. He needed someone to take care of him emotionally, to be there with him when he needed someone. She could be that person. She tossed away caution and said: "All right."
He blinked, and then sighed in relief. "Damn it, never keep a guy in suspense like that" he muttered, hugging her to him. He then pulled back, looking down at her as he realized something. "Uh, depending on your body, I could have gotten you pregnant."
Her eyes widened again and she mentally began to count the days. She had no idea how fertile she was, didn't know if one time was enough to produce an offspring, but if she was very fertile, the time to get pregnant would be . . . Now.
Oh no. She grew worried, not knowing how he would react.
"From your silence, I assume I could have gotten you pregnant?"
She merely nodded, and he shook his head, smiling. "Then I guess it's a good thing I asked you to marry me."
"You're not mad?"
"Why would I be? I admit you took me by surprise, pushing your sexy little body against me, but I should have been thinking about protecting you from pregnancy. But its too late now, and all we could do is wait."
"What if I am pregnant?"
He gave her a rueful grin. "Then we'll have to prepare ourselves for a little bundle of joy at the end of nine months. I supposed this means we'll have to get a quick wedding." She could easily see the visible satisfaction of that written all over his face. "Ah, but I don't have condoms, and I'm pretty sure you aren't on birth control pills."
"No, I was supposed to start tomorrow to make sure Mr. Totsuda didn't get me pregnant." She frowned. "You don't have condoms? That's a little odd, considering you were a playboy."
He smirked. "I wasn't a playboy. I just had lots of fun."
"That's why: you were a playboy."
His smirk turned into a grin. "Fine. But I'm an honest man now. As to not having condoms, I ran out. I was too distracted by trying to get you in bed that I had forgotten to buy more condoms. Frustration and abstinence makes me forget very important things."
That made her laugh, and he laughed with her. Damn, he felt wonderful. He was satisfied, and he finally got the woman he has wanted for the past three weeks in his arms, and in his bed. And she was going to stay there for the rest of their lives.
"Since we have no protection, what should we do?" She asked.
He suddenly frowned. "Well . . . I should be a gentleman and not touch you until we have some method of birth control . . ." He slowly smiled. "But since we already took a risk, and since we are getting married . . ."
Sakura found herself smiling, too. "Why not continue having unprotected sex?" She murmured, wondering why she wasn't insulted at his suggestion.
He grinned. "You read my mind. I'm healthy, so you don't have to worry about any diseases, and you're so honest that if you had a disease you would have told me about it, so I'm sure you are healthy, too."
She nodded.
"So we have nothing to worry about, right?"
Sakura wanted to say yes, that they should get some type of birth control before continuing to have sex, just like the little voice in her head was telling her, but she just smiled and said "Right."
He then looked at her with worry. "Damn, I just keep losing my head. Are you all right?" he asked, referring to her earlier discomfort of when he entered her.
She nodded. Her legs were still wrapped around him, and she unconsciously flexed them, tightening around him.
Syaoran jerked, his eyes getting heavy-lidded as his sex, which had been growing inside her throughout their whole conversation, rose completely, filling her. "You drive me crazy, Ms. Kinomoto Sakura" he whispered. "Especially with that emerald on your forehead."
Her face grew flushed, knowing what was about to happen, and as he moved inside her, she forgot about reality.
- -
Sunshine shined through his window, the rays hitting the bed the two people were sleeping on.
Sakura groaned and her eyes fluttered open, disturbed by the light hitting her face. She turned away, and hid her face in Syaoran's neck, snuggling deeper into the arms that rested around her, the comforter over their bodies.
"Don't go back to sleep" he warned groggily, he, too, awakened by the sunlight, and by the lure of the naked body against his own naked body.
"Why not?" she asked sleepily.
"Because we have to go out and get you an engagement ring."
"I don't need one."
"The hell you don't" he stated, smiling. "An engagement ring will ensure everybody that you are off the market."
She giggled and pulled away a little too look at him. "So no man can hit on me?"
"I doubt that a few men won't be able to resist hitting on you, but that ring will pretty much let everyone know that you have a future husband that will beat up any guy who touches you." He caressed her cheek. "We also have to go to your okiya and tell them you are getting married."
"What about your work?"
"Day off. Since the banquet was yesterday and had run late, I had decided to give myself and my associates last week the day off so they could get some much needed rest." He suddenly lost his smile. "It's also better that I didn't go to work, or else I have the feeling I would have beaten up Totsuda if I see him today."
Sakura lost her smile too. "He tricked me. He said he wanted to show me something in the garden, and I was so sad, I wasn't paying attention to how far the garden was, or how isolated it would be. When I escaped him, the idea of going back to the hotel hadn't even occurred to me, and so I ran to the street, and I remembered the street because that was the same street that led to your apartment. I was hoping you didn't turn me away."
"When I saw you in tears, I couldn't turn you away. Why were you sad walking to the garden?"
"Because you weren't talking to me. I knew you would be mad to know that Mr. Totsuda would be my danna."
"I wasn't mad, Sakura" he clarified, cupping her check. "I was just sulking, not knowing how I would be able to talk to you knowing that you would be with Totsuda." He shrugged. "But . . . It doesn't matter anymore, because you are mine" He playfully growled, rolling on top of her. She laughed, but then it turned into a gasp as his morning erection entered her.
"You are my fiancée" he muttered, moving against her.
"That sounds nice" she whispered, already losing herself in the pleasure he was giving her.
All morning they made love, enjoying each other's bodies, lazily lounging the morning away as Syaoran showed Sakura just how pleasurable sex can be, accomplishing his goal of making her forget just how miserable her first time was. Even in the shower, he made love to her, giving her the excuse in order to shower with her that "It would save water if we showered together."
She was smiling as she dressed back in her kimono. She looked in the mirror, and was fascinated by the flush she had on her cheeks, the way her eyes were sparkling. She was truly happy. She picked up the emerald that she had to take off in order to shower and frowned, wondering where to put it. She didn't want to put it back on her head, and she didn't want to carry it either. It was times like these she wished kimonos had pockets.
"Let me put it in my pocket" Syaoran suggested, taking the emerald and putting it in his pants pocket.
"How did you know that I didn't have a place to put it?" She asked, amused.
He smiled. "I just did." He kissed her forehead "Come on, your sandals are in the hallway, somewhere."
A half hour later, Sakura was sitting in a very expensive jewelry salon. She looked at Syaoran. "This is much too expensive" she told him.
"I'm not broke, Sakura. Don't worry about money."
She wanted to argue, but just then the jeweler brought two trays of exquisite rings for their inspection. They were all expensive, and she said "A simple wedding band is all I need."
"I told you why we need to get you an engagement ring." He bent down and looked over all the rings. "Here, try this one" he suggested, plucking one off it's velvet bed and smoothly slipping it on her dainty finger.
She looked at it. It was a two-carat diamond resting on a gold band, square cut, with two tiny diamonds attached at it's sides. She immediately fell in love with it, and she knew, without a doubt, that she wouldn't be able to refuse it.
She admired the ring as they left, stretching her hand out so that the sun would gleam on the diamond. She couldn't believe that this was actually happening to her. After years of believing that she would never marry, that she would always be a geisha, she was finally going to be a wife. She was going to get married.
And to Li Syaoran, nonetheless!
"I want to get married in three weeks" Syaoran said suddenly, wrapping his arm around her.
"Three weeks?" She exclaimed.
"Hey, I don't want to wait a long time for us to get married." That was true, for the most part, but he felt that if they didn't get married soon, then he would lose her. Of course, he didn't tell her that, but the nagging feeling was still at the back of his mind, no matter how much he tried to shake it off.
"But three weeks . . ." She then frowned. "Oh, who cares? It's not like I have family who I should invite to the wedding."
Syaoran didn't say a word. Should he tell her that her father will soon be under his employment, starting next week? That her brother had been in his office not too long ago? That he has their addresses and he thought that she should speak to them in order to release all the buried anger she has and get closure? He'll have to tell her sooner or later, but she didn't want anything to do with her family, and no doubt if she learned that he knew where they were, that he was their boss, she will be angry with him for not telling her. Despite her claim that she didn't ever want to see them again, he knew that a small part of her wanted to see her parents again, and if he didn't tell her that he knew where her family lived, then she might be angry enough to break their engagement. He couldn't let that happen, so he remained silent on the subject, and instead he talked about other things until they reached the okiya.
Hoshiko did not take the news lightly.
"And what about your debt?" She demanded angrily. "You were such a clumsy child, ruining things that are irreplaceable. I had paid a lot of money for you, and I'll be damned if-"
"I'm going to cover the debt" Syaoran interrupted. Sakura looked at him, shocked, before she glared at him.
"I'll cover my debt" she stated stubbornly. "I have money-"
"I said I'll cover it" he interrupted her, using a firm tone. "Sakura, really, I don't mind. I have too much money, and I might as well do something with it."
Sakura huffed, but the determined look in his eyes told her that she wouldn't be able to convince him other wise.
"I'm going to cover her debt" Syaoran repeated to the okami.
"Oh, well, that makes things a whole lot better" Hoshiko muttered sarcastically. "Sakura, did you not realize that you are the only reason why we get money here? Without you, we will starve!"
"Hoshiko, don't exaggerate. You have plenty of money that will give you food every night. And you have two other young apprentices who are currently under training. Both have wonderful older sisters, and both will become top geishas, I'm sure of it."
"And Hana? She's your younger sister!"
"I thought of that, and I'm thinking of passing Hana to Kala, the geisha across the city. She is a good friend, and feels she is ready to take on an apprentice. Kala will take good care of Hana."
Hoshiko sighed. "Sakura, you know that once you leave, I will not let you return" she stated in a serious tone, taking one last shot in convincing the geisha not to leave and get married.
Sakura knew that all too well. As the okami, Hoshiko decided whether Sakura were to return or not, but Hoshiko never allowed a geisha who left her okiya to return. Once she leaves, the okami will not allow her to come back to this okiya, so if Sakura wanted to return as a geisha, then she would most likely have to go to another okiya, and even then it all depended whether the okami of that okiya would take her.
"I understand, Hoshiko."
Hoshiko sighed again, defeated. "Fine. You aren't the first geisha to leave this okiya for a husband, but I must say you were the best geisha this okiya has ever had."
Sakura smiled. "Thanks."
"I guess I'll have to telephone Mr. Totsuda and tell him he will not become your danna. He won't be pleased." The okami frowned. "Do you still need a place to stay?"
"No" Syaoran answered before Sakura could open her mouth. "She'll be staying with me."
Hoshiko glared at him. "You know, I had been hoping for you to become her danna, not her husband."
Syaoran shrugged, unfazed. "Yeah, well, too fucking bad."
Sakura held in a giggle at the shocked expression on the okami's face, and Syaoran winked at her, his eyes twinkling with mirth.
AN: How was it? Be nice to me about the whole sex scene! Remember, no flames! But please review! I do accept sensible criticism (meaning that if you criticize it tell me what's wrong, what you didn't like, and suggestions on how I should fix it) Sorry if it was a disappointment, but at least I tried. That's better than nothing.