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Paris

Sakura looked at Syaoran across the tiny table that balanced both their plates. Her husband. Never would she have thought it would happen. Syaoran was her husband, and she had the obscenely enormous diamond on her finger to prove it. It had been finalized in one of those small, elegant churches in one of the quiet corners of Paris, and now there they sat, two hours later, across each other at a cafe that seemed to be just one of so many all over the city, drinking gourmet coffee from tiny cups that practically screamed excessive spending of euros. Tomoyo and Eriol had decided to stay at their hotel, doing something Sakura didn't want to think about.

Syaoran held her hand lightly, holding it against his knee. The table was that small, but it was hard for either of them to mind.

Puffy, white clouds floated overhead, chasing each other across the clear blue sky. The day was so beautiful it was almost painful to watch. A faint breeze from the Seine River just metres away wafted over them. Sakura thought she would fall asleep any moment, and sighed contentedly.

A waiter came to collect their plates, a tall, dark, handsome Frenchman who began making eyes at Sakura. Sakura, oblivious, smiled dreamily at him and thanked him for clearing their table. Syaoran felt he had been violently jerked out of the floaty mood and narrowed his eyes at the man just slightly shorter than himself. Very nearly snarling, he sized up the waiter and decided that he could take him down with minimal effort.

The waiter continued to flatter Sakura shamelessly and subtley flex his muscles. Syaoran shoved his chair back and stood up, fists at his sides, just about to throw his opponent into the row of brightly-colored unbrellas lining the front window of a trinket shop next door, when Sakura stood up as well, beaming.

"Well thank you, Bruno, it was nice meeting you.". With that, Sakura linked hands with Syaoran and pulled him away from the cafe, leaving Bruno staring at her slack-jawed in admiration.

"Bruno." Syaoran muttered under his breath. "Just what I'd expect someone like him would be named."

"What's he got to do with his name? He didn't ask for it, I'm sure." Sakura started to reason, then suddenly stopped in the middle of the sidewalk as it hit her, gaping at Syaoran. "You- you're jealous?"

If Sakura would have let go of his hand, he would have stuck it in his pocket, right where his other hand was. "No. It would be rediculous to be jealous. Why would I be jealous?" Honestly, if he were anymore jealous, Bruno wouldn't have been allowed to live. So this was what love was.

Sakura grinned at him happily, until he tensed up in mild embarrassment. "I love that you're jealous, Syaoran. In fact, it makes me very happy." Saying so simply, she continued down the street, with Syaoran in tow.

Syaoran's grip on her hand tightened once, then right in the middle of the sidewalk, metres away from the Seine River, caught in a throng of tourists, he yanked her around and into his arms.

She was drowning, she was sure. The rest of the world disappeared until there was only the two of them, unaware of people around them sidling past, shaking their heads. They had seen too much of this to be impressed. It was the magic of Paris, really.

For Sakura and Syaoran, the only magic they knew were of each other, and being in the most romantic city in the world, together. So this was what love was.

Lifting his head, Syaoran sensuously licked her bottom lip. "Of course I was jealous. You're my wife, and there's no way I can stop myself from being jealous if it happens again." His hands settled comfortably on her waist.

"Oh well, "Sakura sighed heavily. "I guess I'll just have to stand you and your temper several times a week, won't I?". Her somber face was belied by her dancing green eyes.

She was laughing at him. He began to smile.

"Oh Syaoran. You never have to worry, because well, there's only you for me." Sakura decided to placate him, then added, "But if you get it into yourself to get angry over me once in a while, well... there's no saying I wouldn't like it." she grinned cheekily and sashayed down the road, away from him. Syaoran looked after her, damning her long, slender legs. Before, he'd appreciated them as much as any other guy in the bar that day, but now, now that she was his to have and to hold, he wished to hell she'd cover them up so only he would know their endless wonders. So this was what love was.

He was acting like a fool, and he knew it. She knew it, come to that. It didn't make him feel any better. He stalked after her swaying skirt. Wait a second. Where'd she gone?

Syaoran whipped his head left and right, trying to drill holes through the crowds with his eyes. Sakura had disappeared. Panic snaked through his blood. This was a foreign country. god knows what they did with nubile young beauties. The worst that his imagination could come up with flitted through his mind. Oh no. He began to run.

"Sakura! Sakura!". He thanked God for the exercise regimen he put himself through every morning. Thank God he was fit. He didn't think he'd have been able to sprint and handle the stress at the same time had it been otherwise. Oh Christ, Sakura.

Turning this way and that, he wound his way through people who suddenly seemed all too ready to stand in his way. Sakura came in front of him so fast he'd barely had time to step on the brakes before he ran straight into her. Overwhelmed with relief, he couldn't speak for a moment. So this was what love was.

Sakura spoke first. "There you are, Syaoran! I've been looking all over for you!". The mild concern in her eyes and smile on her face dropped when she saw the sheer, naked relief on his. "Syaoran. You were worried." It wasn't a question.

Slowly, as if for the first time and he were unsure, he pulled her to him and held her gently. "I wasn't worried. I was terrified." He backed off a bit and looked at her. "Don't ever do that to me again, please. I'm not young anymore, you know. I could have had a heart attack." It sure had felt like it.

"I'm sorry, Syaoran." Sakura went on tip toes and lightly kissed him, but what started as a kiss of comfort quickly escalated into more. Even as his hands relaxed around her, his heart rate increased all over again. Sliding his tongue over hers, Syaoran changed the angle of the kiss, giving them both fresh pleasure.

Syaoran wondered vaguely how he'd survived life before she'd come into it. Then he realised he never wanted to experience it again. He felt the cool metal of her wedding band on his cheek as she raised both hands to cup his face. His wife. Cliche as it was, he felt complete, he felt whole. He felt happy, just being with her.

This was what love was.

Note: And it ends! Officially, the ending was one chapter before, but this is just a snippet that I offer to my faithful readers, for whom I am ever grateful. At last, I can start my next story! I'll begin working on it at once, so stay tuned! Thank you for reading this story, thank you, thank you!