The Cotton Club

(A/N- yay! Reviews are good. I would like to take a moment to point out the time, it is 3:56pm and I just finished reading KawaiiQuerida-chan's review. She reviewed in the hopes of me writing another chapter soon, so I think this is soon enough. I mean I only wrote chapter two yesterday. So yeahs…maybe challenging me is the way to go. When I don't have homework preferably. Thanks to all reviewers, it really helps.)

WELL THAT WAS MY INTENTIONS ORIGINALLY….until somebody just HAD to infect my computer with SPYWARE! Bastards, I swear I'm going to hurt someone. Oh wells, that has been the reason for my absence so I'm sorry! I'll try not to get my computer fucked up again.

SO TO RECTIFY THE SITUATION, ENJOY THE LEMON!

It was a quiet morning in the slums. The birds were chirping, the sun was out, and the corpses were rotting quietly in the streets. Ahh…Harlem, the people's playground. The rich, the famous and the dangerous.

This quiet peacefulness was marred by the gun shots and screams of a grown man.

"What the fuck do you mean, gone?" Shouted the man.

"Well sir, they musta come in the middle of the night, I saw 'em cause I was late for work and I'm glad too, they're all dead." He said while holding his hat between his fingers. Surprisingly, he didn't look too scared. He was on top of the world. He nearly died yesterday you know. But now, he was alive and kicking, for now.

"But how could anyone let this happen, shit like this don't just happen. It can't be gone, I'll be ruined in a matter of months. That was our major income!" Shouted the man as he began to rip his hair out, literally. Bald idiot.

It seems Big Jim got a wake up call early this morning from one of his employees. Needless to say, he ain't happy.

"It's that no good runt Syaoran. I'm sure of it. Oh when I see him next, I'm gonna give him such an earful of his own medicine it won't be conceivable for him to see the boot going up his ass!" Big Jim shouted as he tossed off his robe and began to get dressed.

"Oooohhh Syaoran darling, 'veer 'ar you going? It 'tis so early, come back to bed." Purred Giselle as she strolled over to where Syaoran stood clad in his dark suit.

"No Giselle, I have got to go, got business to attend to. Get yourself up and dressed and go shopping. I'll be home later tonight. Don't wait up." Said Syaoran as he pulled Giselle off him and threw his trench coat on and walked out of the room, and out of Giselle's sight.

Giselle pretended not to hear that last part as she began wondering what she would wear today. Spoilt bitch I say, bring back Sakura.

Syaoran walked out onto the street and pulled his gloves on. What, it was cold this time of year. He met his buddies at the car about a meter away. The guys had the town car today. The fabulous Stutz Bearcat. What a beauty, use to own one meself. But you remember those debts I had, well yeahs; they pretty much took care of my car.

Seems when we see these guys, they're always smoking. Well, someone is anyway. Frankie is smoking a cigar while Bobby and Joe were just enjoying a plain old cigarette. Can't smoke in this car you know so they're doing it before hand. Syaoran joins em before they all step in a head down the road in search of breakfast.

Meanwhile, across town, in the not so nice part, Sakura stirs in her sleep. She's not much of a morning person and won't be up until after lunch. But at this point, it's good to keep up with all the characters. Even if they are sleeping. Oh, there she goes again, she rolls over and we're outta here. Sweet dreams.

Syaoran and his buddies are currently at a cafe on Lennox Ave, eating eggs, with bacon, and toast. How I miss the high life. The guys are laughing and whistling at broads as they walk past. Endless chatter comes up occasionally, but despite that, it's all the same as before. Like back in the younger days.

Big Jim strolls into his office around 12 'o' clock. He's absolutely furious to say that least.

He throws open the draw to his desk and begins searching. He finds the ledger he was looking for and sits in his high wing backed chair. He picks up the telephone and begins calling his partners. He has things to do that need to be done quickly. Then, he is going to pay a visit to our dear friend Syaoran.

Syaoran now sits in his usual chair, at his usual table in his usual spot in the infamous Cotton Club. He smokes his cigar and sips his whiskey. Bobby and Joe are chatting on the opposite sides of the table. Only god knows where Frankie is. Little scoundrel. Gone to see his lady friend out back I presume.

As soon as Syaoran stepped into the club his mind wandered to the little one. Ahhh, I knew he hadn't forgotten about our dear Sakura. He planned to do something about that tonight, to put her outta his mind, and into his bed.

He immediately sends Joe to do his bidding as Frankie is currently, indisposed. Joe curtly nods and heads backstage.

Moments later, John Torrio appears with Sakura behind him, being dragged along by her forearm. There is obvious discomfort on her face and Syaoran can see from his seat at the table that she is doing this against her will. The things she does for money, tut tut tut.

"Syaoran and company. I see you can not keep away from the lovely beauty that is Sakura." Says John as he shakes all the boys' hands. Trying to pretend their last meeting didn't happen.

"Well you know me, can never stay away from a beautiful woman." Replies Syaoran as he turns to Sakura and flashes her one of those dazzling smiles. He completely ignores John's hand and his silent apology.

"Let me leave the two of you alone. Sakura, be good." He warns before walking off to greet another big customer and to not further piss off the influential mob boss.

Sakura watched with distain as her boss walked away. 'Great, now he's gone, I can leave.' She thought as she turned away.

Syaoran was one step ahead and was in front of her before her first step. She gasped, not expecting him to react so quickly.

"And where do you think you're going little lady?" Syaoran asked, fully knowing the answer already, but willing to tease her first.

"I sir, am out of here. I will not put up with you any longer than I have to." She replied as she made another move to get away.

To this Syaoran replied, in turn, by picking her up fully by the waist, doing a complete 180 degree turn and seating her down at his table, right beside his chair.

To say Sakura was shocked was an under statement. Never had she been treated so useless by a man. Hang on, scratch that thought. I've seen her get done plenty of times. Syaoran's the only one to succeed without leaving with a black eye, but the night ain't over yet.

"Now little one, you are going to sit there until I am through with you, got it? Stated Syaoran as he sat down in his chair.

Sakura only groaned. This meant her job. She couldn't afford to screw up. So she stayed silent as Syaoran watched her facial expressions change. Way to go Syaoran, piss off yet another woman.

The show was about to start Sakura noticed as the lights went off. Sakura stood up but was gracefully pushed down by Syaoran's hand that lay on her shoulder.

"Don't worry, you're job is me tonight. You only have to entertain me." Said Syaoran as he shot her one of his toothy smiles that made any regular woman swoon at his feet.

Althought Sakura hated to admit it, he was handsome. She vowed never to tell him that. Good on her I say, don't fuel his ego. His head's big enough already.

Syaoran turns his attention towards the stage and watches and the chorus girls filled out in a line. He notices there is a new girl on the end, where Sakura once was.

"Looks like you've been replaced and are in need of a new job. I'd be happy to help you." Syaoran directs to Sakura.

"No thank you, I'm fine where I am. I have been relocated. I don't do the chorus anymore." Says Sakura, clearly uninterested in what Syaoran Li has to say.

"Then what exactly do you do around here then." Asks Syaoran, naturally curious.

"That, you shall never know." Says Sakura, trying to end the conversation and stop any further questions on his part.

"I will, I have my ways. But I'd much rather hear it from you." Insists Syaoran, hoping to get as much information outta her before she throws another drink at him. 'Time to play it slow this time.'

"Fine, I'm now a waitress and I still sing on weekends. There you happy?" Asks Sakura sarcastically, not looking for an answer.

She is surprised when she can feel Syaoran's hot lips on the nape of her neck as he speaks the words she so rarely hears. "I'm always happy when I'm with you."

Syaoran took no time in moving from her neck to her lips, spinning her around in the chair. Sakura's body responded immediately. Her mind soon followed. So what if he had a domineering attitude? Wouldn't that be kinda a turn on in the bedroom? Sakura was planning the evening they would have in her mind as she continued to kiss Syaoran passionately.

And then, the feeling was gone. She turns her head ever so slightly to look for Syaoran. 'What just happened here? Did I do something wrong'

Syaoran can be seen retreating from the table, but not in defeat, but in triumph. Oh yes, he heard the little noise Sakura made when he kissed her neck. He had won. Sakura was putty in his hands.

Sakura stood dumbfounded. 'He walked away from me? He can't do that. That man is completely insufferable!' Her mind battled as she stood up to follow him. That's it, go get him and speak your mind, he needs a good telling off.

She followed him to the lobby and saw him grabbing his coat. She had to act now if she was ever going to keep her dignity and get Syaoran Li off her back and her mind, once and for all. She wanted him, and he wanted her. You do the math. Sakura wasn't a complete prude. She got her rocks off like any other girl. Yes, she hated him, and yes she couldn't stand him, but it was just sex. No talking required what-so ever.

"What do you think you're doing? You can't just walk out on me like that!" Shouted Sakura. It echoed around the marble surroundings. Sssshhh, Sakura. I wouldn't do that if I were you.

"You can do that, but I can't? Tell me Sakura, what makes you so different from me that enables you to pull a stunt like that and forces me to just sit there and take it?" Replies Syaoran in his cool, cocky voice. Great way to win her back, by insulting her. Works every time. Boy this man has some things to learn. Preferably by the back of her hand too. But alas.

Sakura does not have an answer for this and stands there dumbfounded. I thought he wanted me, and now he talks to me like this. What is going on? Have I done something wrong?' Sakura's evening fizzled in front of her eyes. There goes her kicks for tonight.

"If you would like to continue this conversation, I suggest that you grab your coat and follow me." Pronounces Syaoran. That's right, rope her in. Play hard to get. Hay, isn't that the woman's job?

"But, but, what about the club, my boss?" Asks Sakura, slightly stuttering. She's never been in this situation before. Usually the men come to her, she has no idea how to act when she wants them. It's all so new.

"Don't worry, it's all pre-ordained." Responds Syaoran as he walks towards the exit.

Sakura wastes no time in grabbing her coat and following the mysterious man in front of her.

As they step outside, Sakura remains a foot behind him. She wants to suss out the situation and see what Syaoran has in store for her. But Syaoran will have none of that, and waits for her to catch up. He takes her left hand and walks to the curb where he uses his right hand to hail a cab.

Sakura just stands in silence as the cab pulls up. She didn't know what to say. Weren't they just fighting a minute ago? And now they're going out?

Syaoran ushers her into the cab and follows her in. Sakura looks out the window, trying to ignore Syaoran, despite their close proximity. Syaoran took no notice of her discomfort and sat motionless, eyes starring out the front of the cab.

Sakura used this time to collect her thoughts. It was then that she realised something. She was in a cab with the most dangerous man in New York, and was just about to get into bed with him. She froze. This was huge.

Then she started seeing the down side. One, he could kill her. Two, he's had plenty of women, what if she wasn't good enough? Three, he could kill her. That fact needed to be said twice, it is quite huge.

She was brought out of her thoughts by Syaoran nudging her arm, signaling her to get out of the cab and follow him. She did so, trying to think of a way out.

Syaoran was still saying nothing. Normally the woman does all the talking you see so Syaoran is not use to a quiet girl like Sakura. It's a welcome change I assure you. You should see some of the talkers he's brought home. Talkers are proven screamers you know. Hint, hint…

Syaoran escorts Sakura past the front desk and through the lobby to the elevators. Sakura is still petrified at this stage. See the look on her face? That says it all. She's either a closet virgin or totally petrified of Syaoran and her in the bedroom.

All too soon for Sakura they were on the top floor and were stepping out of the lift. The only door on that floor was coming closer and closer. Syaoran had his arm around the small of her back which Sakura all too realised it was there.

Syaoran reached for the door and Sakura noticed it was unlocked. She then came into contact with one of the most luxurious rooms of her time. There were cloths of silk and velvet everywhere. The mahogany furniture sat majestically on the warm cream carpet. It was classic 18th Century Furniture. Gold frames adorned the pictures which lined the walls. But Sakura noticed Syaoran wasn't in any one of them, nor was someone who resembled him. Impressed huh?

Just as Sakura was pulling her jaw up from the floor, a gorgeous blonde with great legs walked into the room that Sakura and Syaoran were currently standing in.

"Ahh Syaoran, 'vat time do you call 'dis?" Asked Giselle.

"Hello Giselle. I would like you to meet my date for this evening Sakura. Sakura, this is my dear friend Giselle." Said Syaoran, totally ignoring her question in the process.

Now you thought Syaoran had forgotten about her, that I'd forgotten about her. But no, he knows what he is doing. Trust me, just watch and find out.

Giselle may have been a spoilt bitch but she knew what type of man Syaoran was like. Heck she dated them all the time. She knew when she wasn't needed anymore. After hearing the 'friend' reference, Giselle got the gist and realised she was being replaced. Now you might have expected her to throw a tantrum and demand that Syaoran dump this new slut he was bringing home, but infact she didn't. She knew how the rules worked and respected them. Heck, she made half of them. She knew her and Syaoran were a temporary deal. Besides, she had another man to attend to tonight. She was well covered.

" 'Ello Sakura, it 'tis a pleasure meeting you for 'ze 'irst time." Said Giselle, playing up the story for Syaoran's comfort.

"It is nice meeting you too." Replied Sakura as she walked over and shook her hand. Very unladylike I say. Shouldn't these two be fighting? Come on, I mean he's here with someone else. Break out the claws, show us some moves! Not this peaceful shit. How disappointing, I suppose I won't be seeing any soft core mud wrestling tonight. Humph.

Giselle then picked up her bag and walks towards the door. Sakura, upon seeing this pipes up. "Are you leaving so soon?" Sakura secretly hopes she would stay and save her from definite humiliation or at least prolong it.

"I am afraid I must go. You two 'ave fun now. I 'ope to see you again soon." Spoke Giselle as she waved and moved out the door, leaving Sakura alone, with Syaoran, the cities most notorious gangster and criminal.

Sakura thought nothing of Giselle. She had an idea of what she was previously here for but didn't say anything. She was only here for one night, nothing more. And right now she was having serious doubts about even doing that.

Smart one, get out while you still can! Hahahaha. Just joking Syaoran's a great guy. Not that I'd know from personal experience or anything. I'm straight; he's just a good friend. Hmm…anyways…

Syaoran turned to Sakura and looked her over. Not too bad indeed if I do say so meself, which I do. She was wearing another flapper creation. She had stockings on that reached her thighs and stopped, they had black lace at the top. Syaoran was a big fan of lace, as am I for future reference. Sakura sways over to the couch adorning his living room next door and takes her shoes off. Syaoran follows behind and takes his coat and jacket off, draping it over a chair.

"Would you like some champagne?"

"I think that would be a grand idea." Replies Sakura as she leans back on the couch trying to catch her breath and herself. She was actually in the living room of Syaoran Li. No matter how many times she said this, is still never registered. I guess you could say he was some kinda celebrity. But then again, he is a convicted criminal. That bad boy thing is such a turn on. Girls, what do they know? Us nice guys are just as good.

Sakura's logic for the situation was this. 'If I get hammered, I'll have an excuse not to.'

Sakura took the bottle from Syaoran as he attempted to hand her the glass. Syaoran chuckled, seeing through her plan. Nice try Sakura, but Syaoran is getting laid tonight if he has to force you. Nah joking, he'd wait till you caved first. They always do.

Sakura chugged from the bottle. And as she took it away from her lips, a little dripped from her mouth. Syaoran was then right beside her, wiping it from her with his tongue. Sakura blushed and averted her eyes from him, already embarrassed.

Syaoran took the bottle from her hands causing her to look up. His eyes were upon her, pleading. Here he was, Syaoran Li, mob boss, pleading, for a woman. Sakura knew that look. She'd been given that look before, and it never turned out good. It always wound up with her naked and underneath someone. Not good.

Syaoran placed the bottle of champagne on the coffee table as he turned from Sakura briefly to do so. Sakura's mouth was slightly open, as if she was about to say something. But she couldn't. What could she say? Sorry but I can't, I have issues with fucking experienced men? Yeah right, that'd go down well with Syaoran. Don't think he'd be too pleased to hear his angel isn't a virgin?

Syaoran refused to let her have the opportunity anyway. He didn't wanna hear her excuses of why she wasn't good enough. So he placed his lips on hers, silencing her protest. There you have it lads, the best trick in the book. And the only proven way to shut a woman up, kiss her. It'll do it every time. Trust me, I know these things.

And it worker! Voila! Told ya so. Sakura melted immediately. She sunk once again back into the couch. Syaoran maneuvered himself on top of her as he kissed the living daylights outta her, to put it nicely.

Sakura's hands wrapped themselves around his neck in a plea to bring him closer. She wanted to feel every inch of his body against her, now. Impatient isn't she? Told ya they always cave.

Syaoran responded by running his hand ever so gently up her thigh. It started out just above her knee and then gradually worked its way up until it simply stroked over the hem of her stockings. Syaoran didn't stop there though, no sir-ry bob. He caught the edge and began to slowly drag it down from her skin. He broke apart from Sakura as he followed the sliding stocking downwards, Sakura watched him in anticipation.

He pulled the garment from her toes and threw it over his shoulder where it landed without a sound on the floor. Sakura just watched, her breathing became hitched as she starred down at the man practically, almost, kneeling between her legs.

Syaoran looked up towards Sakura, lust filled his eyes, as he set his sights on her other stocking. He crept up to her slowly, tasting Sakura in the process as he left kisses in his wake. He wanted this to last, ya know? Make it memorable. Who knows when he'd be between these gorgeous seductresses thighs again?

Syaoran's fingers ran across the silk material. Each finger getting a feel of the fine material underneath. Syaoran always liked a woman with stockings. Gave her class he reckoned, I'd have to agree with him. But then again, it was only one more piece of clothing to take off. Which Syaoran has so clearly demonstrated for us.

With the second piece discarded, our hero makes his way over to the next article of clothing. Syaoran was now fully between her legs, kneeling just at the edge of the couch. His hands found themselves up Sakura's dress and felt the smooth material of her under garments. His hand began swirling around her inner thighs as it became ever closer to her pulsing core.

Syaoran grabbed the top of her panties and prepared to drag them down slowly like the others. But Sakura had other ideas. She clutched his shoulders, causing Syaoran to release his hold on her undergarments. His hands were now hung at his sides where they stayed as Sakura looked into his eyes, trying to convey a silent message.

They were at equal height, perfect for Sakura to display her skills. She didn't want Syaoran to have all the fun, she wanted to play too. Besides, she wanted to prove to him that she wasn't completely useless.

Her hands dropped from atop his shoulders to his thick biceps. They lingered there for a brief moment before they trailed downwards and over, to his shirt buttons. Her hands made light work of them though. And never once did her eyes leave his chest. She couldn't wait to uncover what lay there.

Syaoran just watched Sakura in astonishment. He liked this girl, one who was willing to take control. He just sat back and enjoyed the show. I said it once, and I'll say it again, Syaoran's one lucky bastard.

Sakura practically tore the shirt off Syaoran's shoulders. The pace had increased considerably since Sakura had taken over. Impatient one ain't she? Or maybe just horny?

Syaoran chuckled at this thought. Hmm…maybe he was the horny one. He jumped up suddenly, taking Sakura by the wrists with him. She was shocked, but not frightened.

Syaoran held her and picked her up by the waist for the second time that evening. He spun her round and Sakura's giggles filled the air. Quite a change from the erotic tension a minute ago right.

Syaoran led them into the bedroom, Sakura still quite content in his arms, still giggling. He was strong, and she was light, a perfect match I say.

He placed Sakura lightly on the bed and proceeded to ravage her with his eyes. Sakura continued to giggle and she saw what he was doing. It fascinated her to know she could have such an effect on him.

Syaoran stood on the other side of the bed, still watching. Content just in doing so. Sakura, however, couldn't stand it. She wanted him, and she wanted him now. The erotic tension had returned two fold from moments ago. Ye ha! She stopped giggling and sat up using her hands propped behind her. She then got on her knees and began crawling across the bed, closer to Syaoran. She had an evil grin on her face and a sharp twinkle in her eyes. Oh yes, she was enjoying this.

Syaoran just stood stationary, watching her make her way over to him. He silently chuckled at his own thought. 'Oh how the tables can turn so quickly. I think I'm going to enjoy her dominate side.'

Sakura was now at the edge of the bed, right in front of Syaoran. She sat up on her knees again and pulled Syaoran down slowly by his muscular shoulders. He complied easily and fell to be atop of the gorgeous woman on his bed.

Once there, Syaoran leaned down and gently nipped Sakura's pale neck. He started just below her ear where he instantly knew she loved it from the moan she gave him. Ever so slight it was, but he heard it. He then proceeded to trail his lips across Sakura's exposed chest. It was almost teasing in the way that his supple lips skimmed ever so tenderly on her skin, just above her heaving breasts.

She knew she was being teased, but Sakura didn't care. She loved the feeling and didn't want to stop it. She wanted him to touch her. She loved being touched. She craved human affection. And here, with Syaoran, she got more than enough affection she could handle.

She leaned back more into the soft covers of the bed, as another sweet moan left her throat. Normally she would be embarrassed about making so much noise, but in this case she didn't care. She had come to realize that Syaoran loved those little noises, so thus, she wasn't going to do anything to displease the man.

See I told you, talkers are known screamers. Just you wait, she'll be howling yet!

Syaoran continued his quest of ravaging her body. He loved how her skin was so white, so pure. He briefly wondered if Sakura was a virgin or not. A girl like her certainly couldn't hold out for long, but some slight hope made its way into his conscience that maybe she was waiting for him. Ah, dream on Syaoran. As if, you're sexy as hell but come on, saving herself? She's one notch above a prostitute for Christ's sake! If she didn't do it willingly I'm sure someone would have picked the cherry by force.

Luckily Sakura never picked up on my rather… less than humble thoughts. Sorry babe, I love ya and all, but I was just trying to knock some sense into the dense bastard. So she continued enjoy his touch and Syaoran continued giving it.

The path all but came to an end for Syaoran as he followed the line of her lean stomach until it ended at her hips. He took this new found destination as an opportunity and began to reach for the hem of Sakura's dress.

Sakura was beyond comprehension at this point and she only wanted to feel his cool skin atop hers that felt like it was alight. She simply followed and lifted her arms above her head, allowing the garment to slide of her delicate figure.

Syaoran threw the dress to the ground, useless at this point in the evening. It had succeeded in capturing his attention earlier, now his attention was caught up with what was under the alluring article of clothing.

His eyes roamed the body beneath him. Hmm…betcha he like that thought. Being the sadistic man he is.

His eyes were soon replaced with his hands and then they were replaced with his mouth and tongue.

Sakura was completely lost, again. She had almost forgotten that vow she made earlier. To not let him get the complete better of her, and to show him she wasn't a virgin. She wanted him to experience some of her experience. She wanted to be rated up there with his best lovers. By god this woman has goals. You seen how many he's slept with, that feat might be mighty hard. But if anyone can, I'll bet its Sakura.

So she stopped the caressing and ministrations that Syaoran was dishing and put a finger to his lips to silence his protests. The look he gave was pure confusion and frustration. Sakura grinned broadly at this, again loving the power.

She coaxed Syaoran into flipping them over so she was on top. She started at the top. Best place I always say. She found his mouth and began kissing him furiously. The simple kisses of Syaoran's were nothing compared to the wanting and passion felt in Sakura's. She acted like she wanted and needed him to love it, to feel what she was feeling. And by the bulge in his pants, both could tell she was succeeding greatly. She just might get that wish after all if she keeps this up.

Those wicked lips moved down to his broad chest. She let her tongue flicker slowly across each of his, now, erect nipples. But she had bigger fish in mind. Well, one bigger dick actually. She lost interest and proceeded downwards. All the while her hair was sprawled out atop Syaoran's chest, tickling him just enough for him to seek pleasure from it.

She came to the cusp of his tailored pants and began slowly unbuttoning them.

The torture was almost too much to bear for the young mob boss. Hahahaha, now who's being tortured. Get what you deserve I say, we all do in the end. Syaoran was cringing over how close she was to his pulsating member. So close but yet so far. So close, yet unwilling to touch, just yet.

The pants were unbuttoned and were being slowly drawn from his body. He'd been so into his thoughts he almost missed this. Bad boy.

The slacks reached the ground in much the same fashion as the dress. Forgotten, unwanted. The boxers that followed were much the same.

Both inhabitants of the steamy bedroom were now both equal. They were both naked. Yet I suppose you could say one had more power than other, or would. You'll see.

Sakura wasted no time in taking Syaoran into her mouth, just as she'd planned, taking him by surprise. Where was the little innocent girl he met? Not that he minded this seductress, yet all thoughts of that virgin notion went out the window. Whoever she was, he vowed there and then that anybody who could surprise the great and powerful Syaoran Li, mob boss extraordinaire, was not leaving his sight. He told himself it was because she gave one heck of a blow job, but deep down he was intrigued. How could someone he just barely know, someone of such little stature in life, manage to surprise him? He thought he'd seen everything. Guess not. Syaoran ain't such a know-it-all anymore.

Syaoran's thoughts ceased to exist just then. As Sakura reached down and brought a perfectly tiny hand around his throbbing balls. She massaged then softly, smoothly, almost in time with her languid strokes of her sweet tongue.

She went slowly, at first. She wanted to continue teasing the man who was in puddles underneath her, like melted ice. She used her tongue to flick lightly at the tip, earning a load groan from the back of Syaoran's throat. It showed clear frustration with Sakura's choice in pace, yet it also showed he was enjoying it. She would have smiled had it not been for her predicament. (Sorry couldn't resist, get it pre-DICK-ament?)

She slowly, stroked her tongue all the way down Syaoran's shaft, back and forth, up and down. All the while still attentively teasing the soft globes in her hands. Syaoran shuddered uncontrollably at times. He'd never been given such slow head before. Never once could he fathom being able to cum through that. But here he was on the brink, ready to burst. Sakura noticed him shift uncomfortably and realized the torture was over.

She picked up the fast and changed her angle. She was perpendicular to Syaoran now and began caressing his penis with her tongue. She moved fluidly across until she could hear Syaoran's voice. It had been a long time since either talked. His throat adjusted to the volume of his whisper as he struggled to talk. "I-I'm c-c-c-uming. Oh g-g-od Sauk-r-ra." Sakura acted quickly and moved to the front once more. She continued sucking, but eased off which resulted in a slower pace. Syaoran's body jerked forward as he finally reached his much needed release. Sakura helped him come back down to earth slowly, happily riding out his pleasure as she slowly removed his pulsing member from her lips.

Sakura swallowed and wiped her mouth with her non-existent sleeve. Syaoran saw this and thought she never looked more beautiful in the entire time he's known her. He definitely was going to not let this one get out of his sight. He was hooked. Poor bugger.

Syaoran lay back spent on the pillows. Sakura crawled up to him and lay on his chest, intertwining one of his legs with her own.

"I guess that wasn't such a good idea." She said quietly. It was enough to break the contented silence that had filled the room, but it was a welcome change.

"That was beyond perfect, your best idea yet. I do like that more than having you throw illegal substances in my face." Replied Syaoran as he began running his fingers through Sakura's silky fine hair. Hair that he remembered to be sweeping over his body in one of the best erotic displays he'd ever witnessed. Somehow, that thought gave him renewed vigor.

"No, I exhausted you. Definitely not good for our previous intentions of the night." Sakura stated in a hushed tone.

Syaoran's answer to this was grabbing her by the waist and pulling her up to meet his ever-hungry lips. He had so much hope for this girl as he gained entrance past the rosy firth that was her lips.

Sakura's arms were placed on the bed beside Syaoran. They held her up as Syaoran continued his physical onslaught. Sakura welcomed the intrusion however.

She soon moved her arms and rested her elbows on Syaoran's finely chiseled chest. The kisses continued and grew ever more passionate and reckless. She leaned into his touch and soon her body was melting as she molded it to fit his large frame.

Syaoran was long from exhausted, those provocative thoughts of Sakura were what he needed. He was once again, highly aroused but this time there'd be no stopping him.

Each pair of hands were roaming the others body eagerly. Sakura laced her fingers in his hair before moving further to finger his bulging abs and grip his shoulders. Syaoran's fingers were along a similar trail as they worked across her back, rubbing sensuously in circles.

Sakura could feel his member probing her entrance. She gasped, but soon realized she was still on top. She was going to win this in her favor.

No more teasing. Play time was over.

She kissed Syaoran with all the passion she could muster before settling herself down on Syaoran's engorged cock. For the second time in his life, and for the second time tonight, Syaoran was taken by surprise.

Syaoran however, just as before, was delighted by this surprise and had no intentions of stopping it. He was enjoying this far too much.

Sakura took his reaction and smiled. She knew how he wanted it. After that painfully slow display before, he was ready for a more elite pace. She waited a few seconds for Syaoran to look up at her. Hi expression gave her the fortitude to continue.

She ground her hips down into Syaoran and was satisfied with the noise that was released from her counterpart. So she mimicked the motion again and again, each time faster than the last.

Her hands no longer sat lazily on Syaoran but were in the air above her head helping her gain the momentum she needed to thrust forward once more. Just as Syaoran's hands had found their way to the tops of her thighs. They all but gripped them harshly as he helped to rock her back and forward.

The direction soon changed from hard jolts forward to quick motions in circles. This new sensation caused Sakura to gasp as she felt Syaoran penetrate her further, burying Syaoran fully within her. But she soon regained her composure and continued moving her whole body in time with Syaoran's as he just as eagerly met her motions.

The deeper Syaoran went the more Sakura began to cry out. At first it was just soft moans of ecstasy but then the pressure became too great as they both descended into enlightenment and she began screaming out his name repeatedly.

Sakura yelled one last time as her inner walls clenched around Syaoran's length inside her as she reached her climax for the evening.

The sound of his own name off those tantalizing lips of his lover and her walls sucking him of his essence was all it took for Syaoran to join her in bliss. Although Sakura was far too out of it to continue rocking, Syaoran gripped her hips and ground them down with his own to help ride out the pleasure as much as possible.

Sakura fell forward onto Syaoran's chest once more with him still inside her. He stroked her hair lovingly again and rose up to place a chaste kiss on her pert nose. Sakura just sighed in response.

They remained like that for quite some time, Sakura slowly dozing off into the land of nod, but Syaoran was wide awake. He grabbed Sakura's shoulders and pulled himself from her as he raised her body off of his and placed her on the bed next to him. He then proceeded to throw the covers off and stood from the bed. Sakura made no sign in protest until Syaoran was half way across the other side of the room.

"Where are you going?" She asked hopefully. She hoped he wasn't ditching her after she gave him what he so clearly wanted. She clutched the covers to her chest to protect herself from his leering gaze. So what if she just had sex with him? If he was going to be a bastard, then he wasn't going to get diddly-squat.

Syaoran, upon hearing the fearful tone in his voice, simply replied, "Don't worry your pretty little head over it my dear. I'm just going to get some work done, but you stay here. Rest, sleep. We'll discuss this in the morning." And with that tone of finality, he put on his robe in a flurry of navy blue and was out of the room, lickety-split.

Sakura did not like what she was hearing. 'Talk about what in the morning? Did I do something wrong? What if he didn't like it, Oh lord! What am I going to do?' So she did the only thing she knew how to do when she was faced with a situation she did not like. She fled. She began picking up her clothing from the bedroom floor and once that was accounted for, she proceeded to the living room to collect the rest.

She was through with putting on her stockings, and had just collected her shoes from the floor when a voice startled her from behind.

"And where do you think you're going young lady? I'm not quite finished with you yet."

She didn't have the audacity to turn around at a time like this…

(A/N- that lemon was so weird, it just felt wrong. Gosh, I feel so dirty and …wrong now. Lol. Thoughts please, like was I overly graphic or dramatic? Hahahaha, oh wells enjoy. I'm on holidays at the moment but I neglected homework, so I have no idea when I'll get the next one out. Be hopeful. I do tend to get motivated when I'm bored. There are only so many days of Simpson's-fest I can handle. 12 days is a lot.)

-Golden- Pond-