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His Way

Sakura loved Fridays. Once work ended on a Friday, the weekend had already started for her. She slammed into her apartment and dumped the paperwork on a table. She had no intention of even starting it until Sunday evening. Thinking that something hot and spicy would help kick off the weekend perfectly, she swung open the refridgerator door, fully intending to cook herself up a bowl of chilli, then remembered that she'd forgone grocery shopping on Sunday in lieu of going for that blasted picnic with Syaoran. She allowed herself a small smile as she picked up the phone to call Antonello.

Syaoran had been staring into space glumly when Antonello picked up the phone. "Of course, my dear. I pick something hot for you, yes? It will see you soon with Antonello's blessings. Yes. Arrivederci, Sakura." Antonello put down the phone and faced Syaoran, who had heard every word. "It was Sakura." he said, stating the obvious.

"Yes, I know." Syaoran continued to focus somberly at a spot on the wall.

Antonello waited, then said, "So you going to take it to her?"

"No." Syaoran answered quickly. He still had to think about their situation.

But they were friends, so it should be okay. "Yes."

She didn't tell him about Mortimer. "No.". Wait a minute, she didn't know about Mortimer! Or the bet for that matter. And the wedding?

Antonello sighed and said, "Nevermind. I will ask Jamie to do it. Jamie! Come out here!" he shouted toward the kitchen, knowing full well he'd already sent all the staff home.

"I'll do it. I'll take it." Syaoran snatched the packet off the table the moment it was placed there and strode out the door, leaving a beaming Antonello in his wake.

Sakura grabbed her purse the moment the doorbell rang. Digging inside it for her wallet, she unlocked the door then nudged it open with her back. "How much will that be-" she stopped as she came face to face with Syaoran. Her purse nearly dropped from her limp fingers.

He cocked a brow. "I could have been someone else, you know. You could have been killed.".

She couldn't stop the grin from sneaking across her face, and gave into it wholeheartedly. "Now that the first ten seconds have established that you're not some hired assassin come to eliminate me, let's eat already. I'm starving." she left him at the door and went to sit down at the rectangular dining table.

Syaoran straightened from the doorframe and walked over to sit in front of her. "My employee, Mortimer, asked about your friend's wedding today." he asked casually, concentrating all his attention on the unwrapping of the plastic bag.

"You know someone named Mortimer too?! I know - used to know someone named Mortimer. He was the biggest pig on the face of the - how did your Mortimer know about Tomoyo's wedding? Unless he's my Mortimer!" Sakura's thought processes jumbled over each other until she came to the final conclusion. "Mortimer Davis works for you?!" her hand flew to her mouth. "God, it really is a small world. I thought when I saw him with you the night he dumped me that you just happened to know each other, or met or something.".

So she didn't know about Mortimer. And Mortimer had dumped her the night he practically forced Syaoran to make that bet. Which meant Mortimer was fired, as of Monday morning. Remembering about the bet, Syaoran began to feel slightly uncomfortable.

Sakura, oblivious, began talking with her mouth full. "So, since you already know about Tomoyo's - you know, that girl with the long black hair I was with at Teasers - wedding, I was wondering if you would go with me. I mean, Tomoyo has been bugging me for weeks to find a date, and since we're friends..." she chanced a glance at him from under her lashes. Syaoran looked positively put out. "You don't absolutely have to. I can go alone. I-"

"Of course I'll take you." Syaoran broke in, then asked again, as casually as he knew how, "So... did you see Mortimer at all since you two separated?". He started on his chilli with vigour.

"We didn't separate; the pig dumped me! And you know what? He came here the first night you delivered for Antonello. After he left I called Antonello. He wanted to get back together for some reason. " Sakura poked bad temperedly at her own chilli, leaving Syaoran to stew in his own anger.

Syaoran suddenly felt the inane urge to do more than fire Mortimer, the bastard. He wanted to beat him to within an inch of his miserable life. "You did tell him no, right?" he couldn't prevent himself from asking.

"Who do you think I am? Of course I told him no! I told him he had been a waste of my time. Why? Hes just your employee."

'Not anymore.', Syaoran thought. "How would I know how you'd react to him? If you were foolish enough to let him in-"

"I didn't let him in! I'm not stupid, okay? Get off my back!" Sakura stood up abrubtly. Syaoran rose slowly until she had to tilt her head up to keep eye contact over the narrow table. They stood glaring at each other across chilli and hot sauce.

Slowly, achingly slowly, they inched closer until their lips met. Syaoran quickly came round the table until he had her in his arms. He settled them around her waist and held her tightly to him. Sakura's hands clutched and twisted the cloth covering his shoulders, then eventually encircled his neck as he angled his mouth to devour hers. Tongue slid erotically against tongue and Sakura began to find it hard to keep standing. Her legs were wobbling. If he weren't holding her pressed against him so tightly, she would surely slide to the floor.

Syaoran could barely think straight. The vague frightening thought that he would never be able to get enough of her crossed his mind, but he dismissed it and instead crushed his mouth down hard on hers.

At last the pressure eased and he held her comfortably in the circle of his arms. One arm went up to span her back and cup her neck, keeping her an inch from him. She made no effort to move away. Her eyes opened, revealing vulnerability and an emotion he'd never seen before.

"I don't think I can do this friends thing.", he whispered, staring into her eyes. "Let's do this my way."

Sakura trembled slightly. " You - your way?" her fingers went back to digging holes in his sleeves.

"Yes, my way." he closed the gap and took her mouth again.

Forgoing inhibition and pride, Sakura wrapped her arms around him and let him take her away.

Thanks for reading. I don't know how many chapters there will be, but I know how the story will go, so now worries, there IS a plot.