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Risky Business

Syaoran was feeling pretty good about himself. Sakura hadn't come, and that was making his day. At least he didn't have some cranky, fiesty witch to deal with today. Last night, he had almost believed she put a spell on him. But she hadn't come, and he was happy where he was.

Central park was truly glorious this time in the spring. It was warmer than winter, and cooler than summer, and the trees were swaying above him in the light breeze. The soft sunlight shone down but didn't scorch, and Syaoran's lazy gaze travelled across the other poeple and their blankets in the shade.

Suddenly, his gaze caught on Sakura's lone figure trudging unevenly toward him. She held her navy sandals in one hand, her skirt was flapping gently in the wind, her auburn hair was slightly mussed and her green eyes were flashing along with her grin.

He was suddenly a lot more glad she'd come.

Sakura dropped her sandals beside the checkered blanket Syaoran had spread out and plopped her butt down on a corner. "So, what's for lunch?".

"Hello to you too." Syaoran looked at her, and was suddenly grinning. She really did look very cute, with her bob hair cut and those straight bangs. He cleared his throat. "The very best in fine dining, my lady. I present to you..." he whipped off the cloth from the top of the picnic basket beside him. "The ultimate hamburger!". He lifted a cling-wrapped burger out and passed it to her, then took one out for himself.

Sakura stared at the burger in her hand for a moment, then burst into laughter. Syaoran found himself laughing along with her. She really did have a nice laugh.

"I suppose you made this, then?" she pointed to the burger.

"It's my secret recepe." he winked, reminding her of Antonello, and offered his cheek for her to kiss.

She gave a rather unlady-like snort and bit into her hamburger. Her eyes closed again, and Syaoran watched the usual processes cross her face again, eager for more like he'd never desired anything else before.

Sakura opened her eyes to see Syaoran staring at her with a strange expression on his face. "I hate to say this, but you were right. This really is the ultim-" then his mouth was on hers.

He watched her face. With the taste of the sauce still on her tongue, she was the most exotic thing he'd ever tasted. Her lids fluttered down and her lashes cast shadows on her rosy cheeks.

The last thing he thought of was, 'The expression's still there.'. Then he stopped thinking completely.

Sakura drew away on a shaking breath. 'What am I doing? He's the slimeball, remember? You just need him for the wedding. No touching required.'

"We - we should get back. It's almost-"

"Oh no, no you don't." He dragged her back to him.

Sparks exploded behind her eyelids as they lowered again. Thoughts jumbled up in her brain, then blanked out, leaving only one left. 'I want him.'.

When they finally separated, Syaoran confused her by saying, "Why in hell do you have to eat like that?".

"I - what? What are you talking about? I eat like every other person. You - you're the strange one, grabbing me like that." She managed to glare quite successfully at him.

"I mean the way you look when you eat. You look weird." He didn't want to mention that it drove him crazy.

Sakura folded her arms and frowned at him. "I do not look weird when I eat. How would you know what the norm for eating is? You don't strike me as a very conventional person. For all I know, you snort it up your nose. Now that would be funny." Sakura began to laugh out loud all by herself.

Syaoran couldn't help but like her just a little bit more. He started to laugh too. "And here I thought we would feel akward." he said dryly.

"I'm going to finish my burger now. Let me eat it, okay? Get a grip.". She kept one eye on his wry face while she polished off the best burger she had ever eaten. "Mmm... you should definitely open a shop or something."

"As long as you promise to be a regular.". Syaoran's irresistable - or at least up till he met Sakura Kinomoto - smile dropped from his face when Sakura shot a warning look at him. "Sorry, sorry. Force of habit.". He managed to look sheepish, cute, charming and manly all at the same time. All without trying, the bastard. She remembered what she had thought the night she first saw him. He was a danger to all women.

No touching, she reminded herself, even though she was practically dying to. It really wasn't worth the risk. Just a few days in his company and she had weakened enough to kiss him. Mortimer hadn't been able to kiss her until the end of the first month. Still, no kiss she'd had before had ever been quite like that. Syaoran Li was a force unto his own. Wedding or no, she'd taken care of herself too well to take a risk of this magnitude.

Syaoran had been studying her features all this while. He could practically see the gears moving in her head. Well, he'd also come to the same conclusion. Sakura was too... he didn't exactly know, but she was too much of it. He didn't think he could take her, to tell the truth. A few days with her and he wanted to do everything for her, everything to her. He'd always prided himself on being more than just a gland around beautiful women he went out with, but Sakura was... too much.

"Okay. Let's just get this over with. Thank you for the lunch. I enjoyed it very much. I'll see you around." Sakura grinned at him and rose from the blanket.

Syaoran couldn't resist. He caught her hand and tugged her down to him for one last peck on the lips. "Yeah," he said as she pushed away and stood glaring down at him, "have a nice life."

He watched her walk away, barefoot again, wondering if he'd ever see her again.

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