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...Me thinks that the bedroom was nice and warm by morning! Hehehehe!
So, Syaoran used to be engaged to Sakura? I wonder if she knows about the two of them yet? And just what will become of that proposal? Well, I'll just have to write to find out! Thank you! Also, I have written and put up what happens in the bedroom on my AFF account. So if you want to know what happens, its there! Thank you for staying and reading this longer chapter.
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Gypsy Dance
by Brooding Darkness
Part 4
The bright morning sun filtered through the slight slit between the curtains, hitting the tanned skin of the dancer's arm. Eriol had been awake for almost half an hour now, just holding the man in his arms close, and hoping that he could watch gypsy for a time longer - silky chestnut locks brushed over soft skin, the light breath breezing gently over the other mans chest. Eriol had found heaven a second time. However, the businessman knew that as soon as the sun would bask over them, Syaoran would awaken.
Yet, in its own way... watching those beautiful amber eyes open, and the pure, raw emotion that was settled there upon waking from sleep was always an amazing sight to see. And Eriol could only hope to see that pleasure once again.
True to the thought, Syaoran's eyes fluttered open - stealing Eriol's breath - and blue met with bright amber. A pretty smile graced the dancers features almost lighting up the room immediately. Snuggling his head into the crook of the pale skin of Eriol's shoulder, Syaoran strifled a yawn, and sighed as he reflected upon the night before. Alas, Syaoran also reflected upon the sun having risen before himself for a second time causing a sliht frown to crease his features.
"How about I start breakfast while you do your training?" Eriol suggested having followed the brunettes train of thought.
Smiling, Syoaran kissed the newly appearing stubble on Eriol's chin, before pushing back the covers and climbing out of the bed. After a heart-felt sigh, Eriol too pushed back the covers following suit.
"Ask me."
"Hmm?" Eriol turned away from washing the pots - really, Syaoran's apartment was equipped for anything. "Ask you what?"
"Ask me."
"Ask you what?"
"Last night."
"Ah." Now the businessman knew what the dancer was talking about. He had been very caught up and had done something that strangely, he didn't regret.
"...Well?"
"Syaoran..."
"Nevermind. Forget it."
"...Of course..."
Li Syaoran was a world famous CEO and one of the most eligible bachelors. So it was a complete mystery to the public that he hadn't dated any of the women (or men) that would willingly given themselves to him. So his secetary found it quite strange when she had listened in on a phone call to a riavl business that there was an underlaying of flirtation. Having done her research, she knew that Hiirizagawa Eriol was an attractive man and a fellow bachelor, so it could've been a bit of friendly banter... however... Really it wasn't her place, but she was determined to figure out what was going on. Afterall, this was her beloved cousin involved.
The rest of that morning had not gone well. Eriol had left soon after without a word spoken, and Syaoran felt almost used after the small row that they had had the night before. Getting his suitcase ready, he noticed a note that the other man had left on the dresser table, and had quickly shoved it into one of the suitcase pockets for a later time. Now sat in his office and on his lunch break, Syaoran opened it up.
A black and red leaflet fell onto his lap, and the old english script writing that had been roughly scrawled was folded into four. Holding the letter first, Syaoran read:
/My dearest Syaoran,
I apologise for this morning, please find it within your heart to forgive me. As it is, I found this yesterday, and was going to give it to you last night. Gook luck!/
The leaflet was a black with a picture of a red-dressed dancer, the words 'Competition' and 'Any/All welcome!' splashed across in grey. The brunette blushed when he realised that the outfit was very close to the one he had worn the night he had met Eriol. If anything, the dancer could've been him.
'Good Luck'? Flipping the leaflet over, Syaoran examined every inch of it, finding nothing but a website address. Bringing up a new window on his computer, Syaoran quickly typed the address in, waiting for results. It was a second later that he began to dial the gits' phone number.
"Hello?"
"Hiirizigawa..."
"Ah! I see you've read my letter. I do appologise-"
"What.. the.. hell.. is my stage name doing on a website?"
"I entered you.. heh."
"For a dance competition?"
"...(Sigh) Yes, a dance competition. Among other things... But I can't wait to see you dance. Think of it as a challange."
"A challange?"
"Yes. If you win... I'll become your business partner... and we can go from there."
The CEO bit his lip. He wanted the pale skinned man more than he had wanted anything... but he wanted it on his own terms. This business proposition was an overlay of what they had been discussing. Yet, somehow, he was still aroused by the mans voice. Really, he thought that he was over his teenage years (or what he had experienced of it) but the other businessman had a way that brought him back to his childhood.
"I'll think about it."
The list of names jumped out at him. It was a street competition that allowed amatures to dance either solo or in pairs. From the look of the list, sixteen duos and twelve other solo's had entered, his own name 'Gypsy' being the thirteenth - his lucky number.
But first, he had someone to call.
*RING RING RING RING*
Fiddling about in their pocket for a moment, a graceful hand picked up the mobile, answering with a polite: "Hello?"
"So... What have you been up to?"
A pair of bright eyes widened.
"Oh no."
"Oh, yes."
Brooding Darkness: Not my best, but the plot thickens. Please review! Thank you!
