Hey peeps. Um. My friend almost almost asked this guy out for me without my permission.

-.-;

Oh yeah, the reason Syaoran's not mean in this story is cuz I think he's a lot cuddlier and sweet when he's nice and I like that!

Don't Pull the Trigger

Chapter 9

"Um, Syaoran..."

Syaoran averted his eyes from the spying seamstresses and looked at Sakura's emrald orbs.

"Yes?" he said, strengthening the grip on her fragile body. She blushed.

"What are you doing?" Syaoran grinned.

"Snuggling." he whispered as he pulled her closer.

And to his-and her- surprise, she didn't push him away. She just smiled an lay her head in his chest.

"Ok."

This sent shivers down all the spying seamstresses' spines(and mine heh). They oohed and aahed silently, watching the romantic moment intently. Some pulled out tissues and began to blow their noses, but were quickly pushed into another room because they were disrupting the moment.

"Sakura, do you like my snuggles?"

"Of course I do, Syaoran, who wouldn't like your snuggles?"

"We'll never know, because you're the only one getting them."

"Awww, Syaoran, I feel so special."

"You are to me."

The seamstresses were now trying very hard to hold in their sobs of joy. Some were crying onto each others' shoulders, wishing they had this kind of romance in their teenage years(of course they're all like 21...). Instead, they lived a lonely life of seam ripping and 3 1/2 inch seam allowances(my mom's a seamstress so I know all about this stuff). None of them had ever had a real romance, only hopeless crushes that faded away. They sighed as they pictured themselves there with their true love(which was non-existent).

"Really, Syaoran?"

"Of course, my beautiful Cherry Blossom of love."

"Oh, Syaoran, stop it!"

"What, you don't like me complimenting you?"

"It's embarrassing!"

Syaoran sighed and cupped Sakura's chin in his hand, forcing her to look into his gorgeous amber eyes.

"I'm embarrassing you?"

"Well, not com- ah!"

Before Sakura could answer, Syaoran had captured her lips in a breathtaking kiss.

At this point, the seamstresses could not take the excitement anymore. They squealed like little fangirls, bouncing up and down in joy. They cried an abundance of tears and wailed out of happiness. Hugging each other tightly, they watched the two passionately kissing each other. Tears rolled rapidly from their already puffy eyes. This is the epitome of happiness, each one silently thought.

Syaoran and Sakura were locked together in a passion-filled, hungry kiss. Nothing, and I mean nothing, was going to pull them apart.

Well, except oxygen.

Slowly pulling away from Syaoran, Sakura blushed. She definitely wasn't expecting that.

And there lay Syaoran, carrying the biggest grin his face could manage. She giggled.

"Thank you for my first kiss, Sakura-Angel."

Sakura looked at him in awe. She had taken his first kiss?

OOOOHHH YEEEAAAHHH! SCORE 1 FOR SAKURA!

A triumphant grin spread across her face. That's right, she got Syaoran Li's first kiss!

"Syaoran... I got your FIRST KISS?"

"Yep." Syaoran seemed to be enjoying her disbelief.

"Well that was mine too."

"Wha!"

OOOOHHH YEEEAAAHHH! SCORE 1 FOR SYAORAN!

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!"

Sakura laughed. "Syaoran, you're hilarious."

"Well so is your attempt of a kiss."

"You're so mean!"

"Wanna try again?"

And once again,without waiting for her reply,

he kissed her.