Sakura awoke the next morning, her eyes bloodshot and weary. What else would you expect after her encounter with the godly kisser? She hadn't been able to sleep a wink, a fiery inferno of passion coursing through her. Oh god. She wanted him. She wanted Li Syaoran. She wanted his feathery caresses and his burning touch that set her skin aflame. She wanted to hear his deep husky voice, brimmed with lust. She, Sakura Kinomoto, wanted him to make love to her all through the night, again and again until they could no longer move. Wait, she was thinking about him again wasn't she? Sakura moaned loudly slamming her head against a nearby pillow.

"Stop thinking about him!" As if god was working against her that day, messy chocolate hair and captivating amber orbs invaded her mind. Damn it! Damn him! The digital clock on her desk began beeping. 7:00AM. Sakura allowed it to continue for a few moments, but then it got annoying. Irritated, she fisted the large button on top of the clock and it obediently turned off.

Today was Monday, another day of school. Whoop-de-damn-doo. Hello. She was sexually deprived here! Sakura bit her lip, there was absolutely no way for her to vent her frustrations! She briefly thought of doing a few rounds, her hobby, but then it reminded her of the incident. Why did everything seem to revolve around him today? She desperately hoped classes would be enough to take him off her mind.

"Hey girl! What's up?"

Books were slammed heavily on a nearby desk followed by a huff. Sakura thudded onto her seat regaining her breath. Tomoyo spoke again.

"Jeez! What's got your panties in a bunch?"

"Nothing Tomoyo. Absolutely nothing."

"Oh, you better not be holding out on me! I'll force it out of you somehow! Were you fingering again?" No, not that kind of fingering you perverted gutter balls.

Sakura sighed exhaustedly.

"No Tomoyo. I was not fingering."

"Oh! You did someone didn't you? He kept you up all night didn't he?" Tomoyo was gushing now. She clasped her hands together and perked up instantaneously. Did Sakura mention Tomoyo was a sex addict? No? Well okay, she was.

"That's just the problem Tomoyo. It's not who I did. It's who I didn't do! Now I can't get him out of my mind!" Sakura heard Tomoyo gasp with a tad too much enthusiasm. Was it possible for someone to be so, so perky, that early in the morning?

"Oh my god! Seriously? Who was it? How'd it happen? Was he hot? Why didn't you do him?" Sakura rolled her eyes. Okay, way too much enthusiasm. But she was used to this. Tomoyo was her best friend after all.

"One question at a time! It's a long story, okay? But yes, he was hot." Sakura deliberately cut off all details because she knew this irked the violet-haired girl.

"Damn it Sakura! Spill!"

Sakura took a deep breath, pretending to be in thought.

"Well…"

"Well what?" Tomoyo really didn't like waiting. Not one bit.

"Okay, it started on Saturday night. I was out at Penguin Park when –"

"Ooh! You were fingering then weren't you?"

"Yes," Sakura said rolling her eyes, "I was fingering."

"Anything good?"

Sakura sighed exasperated.

"Tomoyo! Do you wanna hear the story or not?"

"Yes! Yes! Go!" she ushered Sakura to hurry.

Then the morning bell rang. Tomoyo hissed at the offensive equipment. That crap always ruined the juiciest stories! Sakura smirked in response and in a sing-song voice called out,

"I told you not to interrupt! Now you gotta wait till lunch!"

Tomoyo growled.

Classes sucked. School sucked. Well, except lunch time. Sakura forcefully pushed the cafeteria doors open. They slammed loudly against the wall. Conversations were abruptly cut off as they all watched the emerald-eyed beauty stalk over to one of the corner tables. It took no more than a few seconds before everyone began to chatter again, flooding the room noisily.

Once at her table, Sakura immediately sat down and groaned pitifully.

"I got detention today with Mr. Suzuki again."

Her neighbor snickered.

"It's not funny Tomoyo. I swear he's out to get me!"

Tomoyo rolled her eyes, Sakura always managed to land detention with the man.

"Sakura, if you'd actually pay attention in his class, maybe he wouldn't write you up all the time!"

"Is it my fault that math is hard!"

"Whatever. Forget that. Tell me about the hump and dump! And don't leave out any details!"

Sakura crossed her legs comfortably; it was inevitable that Tomoyo found out anyway. Better sooner than later.

"It wasn't a hump and dump Tomoyo; there was no hump in it."

"Whatever," Tomoyo punched Sakura in the arm half-playfully, half-seriously. "Tell me now!"

"Fine, jeez Tomoyo, that hurt!" Seeing the glare that was venomously shot at her, Sakura shuddered. She better get straight to the point.

"So it was Saturday, right? I was out, uh, getting a discount at Penguin Park. Can you believe it was empty? I thought I was out of luck, but suddenly this group of thugs came by! The really hot one had stumbled over and of course I pulled the cry-and-lie technique. Worked like a charm!"

Tomoyo rolled her eyes. The 'cry-and-lie' technique was one Sakura had perfected. But then again, she had learned from the best; Tomoyo herself. Sakura who was now giddy with excitement continued.

"I jacked his wallet and ran for it. But you know what? This guy was different! He actually reached out for me! Talk about fast reflexes! Anyway, that guy was loaded. Easy two-three grand right there! But you know me; I never usually spend it anyway. So I was back at home eating dinner the next day and Touya tells me my necklace was missing. And just as he'd said, it was! I nearly had a heart attack in my room until I realized Syaoran had it!"

Syaoran…Syaoran Li? Oh hell no. Tomoyo blanched and reached out slowly, trembling. But Sakura continued rambling.

"So I called him up and he gave me half an hour to get to his home! Can you believe it? Half an hour! All the way across town! I made it though, three minutes late. Boy, it was then I realized he was hot! Not like quick-glance hot, but like drop-dead gorgeous hot! I almost drooled!"

Tomoyo was shaking visibly, Syaoran Li? The Li Syaoran? She reached out for Sakura once more, but her arm stopped short.

"When he brought me to his room, I was so nervous. His home was beautiful by the way. It was like a fairytale palace! Syaoran brought me to his room. It was so green and silky! I couldn't resist Tomoyo, I couldn't! So we kissed. Then we made out, right in his room! Everything was heating up, but can you guess what happened? His friends barged right in! It was so embarrassing!"

"Sakura…what was his full name?" Tomoyo's voice was barely audible.

"What? Tomoyo?"

"His name Sakura. What was his name?" Her voice was urgent and rushed.

Feeling confused, Sakura replied softly, "Syaoran…Syaoran Li."

Tomoyo's breath hitched.

"Sakura, I'm warning you. He's not someone to mess with. If you want a quick fuck, you can pick any guy, but not him."

Sakura gaped at her friend in astonishment. Did Tomoyo just –?

The bell rang. Tomoyo darted out the lunchroom without so much of a goodbye.

Sakura stretched lewdly in her spot. Fresh air, finally. She had just finished serving detention, one filled with non-stop lecturing. But Sakura hadn't paid much attention; her mind was still on the incident with Tomoyo. What had gotten into the girl anyway? What was so dangerous about Syaoran Li? And most of all, did she really just want a quick fuck with him? Sakura couldn't deny; there was definitely mutual attraction between them.

She sighed hopelessly, a wave of nausea suddenly hitting her. Sakura pinched the bridge of the nose and shut her eyes. It wasn't as if she'd ever see him again anyway, right? She had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed the figure that had approached her.

"Sakura?" The voice was timid.

Sakura's eyes snapped open at the intrusion.

"Tomoyo?"

Tomoyo let out a sigh of relief; at least Sakura was still talking to her after the little outburst.

"I'm sorry about before Sakura, it's just that I was…worried about you. I didn't mean it, or at least, all of it." Tomoyo stepped forward, bringing Sakura into a tight hug. Happily, Sakura returned it. Things were back to normal again. However, her curiosity was still not satisfied.

"What did you mean by him being dangerous, Tomoyo?"

Tomoyo pulled away and looked at Sakura sternly.

"Promise not to tell a soul?"

Sakura was intrigued by the seriousness in her voice. It must have been a great secret. She waited eagerly as Tomoyo tilted her head forward, leaning towards her ear. Tomoyo opened her mouth to speak, and then abruptly shut it.

"Tomoyo?"

Tomoyo's eyes were suddenly wide with fear. She gulped unconsciously taking a step back. What was scaring her? Sakura reached out for her friend, to comfort her.

"S-Syaoran!"

What! Sakura immediately swung her head around only to come face to face with sparkling amber eyes. Her eyes trailed down to his lips, soft ones; ones she had been kissing on the day before. They were curved into a smirk, mischievous and playful.

"What she means is that I'm a gangster."

Tomoyo seemed to snap out of her stupor. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with fear and hope.

"Please Syaoran! Don't hurt her! She didn't mean to rob you!"

Syaoran chuckled, a knowing smile etching his features.

"I should have guessed it was you who taught her."

"W-What are you going to do to Sakura?" she asked softly.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing." He confirmed. As an afterthought, he continued. "Nothing much."

Sakura who'd been previously confused suddenly burst out laughing. Her crowd arched an eyebrow at her. What was so funny?

"Y-You actually expect me to believe that you're a gang member? What next? Is Tomoyo one to?" Sakura howled; amusement and disbelief clearly lit in her emerald eyes. She missed the look Tomoyo and Syaoran shared.

"Actually Sakura, I am."

She shook with laughter, a melodic ringing to their ears. Obviously, they were pulling a prank on her! How could Tomoyo, her best friend, be in a gang? Sakura expected the two to begin laughing along with her, telling her it was all a joke. But when she heard none, she stopped. She was suddenly aware of the painful stillness and the tension in the atmosphere.

"G-Guys," She began slowly, "its okay, joke's over. You can laugh now. I know you two aren't trouble makers."

There was no reply. Tomoyo had chosen to entertain herself with patches of grass. Syaoran bore his eyes into hers, as if studying her.

"Come with me." He spoke quietly with firmly.

"What?" Sakura wasn't sure she'd heard him correctly. She watched as he rolled his eyes.

"I hate repeating myself. Come. With. Me."

Sakura looked over at Tomoyo who gave her a 'do-what-you're-told' look. Hesitantly, Sakura nodded. Syaoran turned and began walking. Sakura waved at her, noting Tomoyo was still wringing her hands nervously on her shirt. It was surely wrinkled by now.

When Sakura turned around to follow him, she noted he was a good half a block away. That jerkface! At least he could have waited for her! She jogged quickly, setting a pace beside him. They walked in silence with her staring at him. He was concentrating, thinking, about something. Sakura noted he was even more handsome in broad daylight, and then mentally slapped herself for thinking those things. During her inner struggle, she hadn't noticed she was trailing behind, or that he had suddenly stopped. So what happened? She walked right into him.

"Watch it!" He grunted gruffly.

Sakura frowned at him, but it soon melted off when she spotted his ride. It was stretched, long, sleek and black. It was a hummer limo. The large car gleamed into the sunlight. Normally, Sakura would have taken longer to admire the work of art, but someone had so rudely interrupted her.

"Getting in or not?"

Sakura narrowed at the tall figure, still devilishly striking, who held the door open for her. She bristled at his tone, her body tense, and stalked over.

"Stop being so mean to me!" she whispered harshly as she plopped herself into a velvety cushioned seat.

Syaoran rolled his eyes and got in next to her. Once the car was in motion, the driver asked, "Where is the destination, Master Syaoran?"

Sakura peered over at him, curious to find out herself. But Syaoran merely nodded. It was a meaningless gesture to her, but it seemed the driver understood it perfectly. The driver pushed an automated button. There was a small whir. Sakura glanced around quickly and spotted the source of noise as a dark glass window, separating them from the driver; for privacy most likely.

"Where are we going Li?"

"You'll see."

"But I want to know now."

"You talk too much."

"Why can't you tell me? Are you kidnapping me?"

Syaoran snorted. This girl was so, he settled on the word, amusing. He turned towards the window, ignoring Sakura purposely. If he had been trying to irritate her, he had succeeded completely. Discreetly taking out a set of earphones, he plugged them him and turned on his iPod. It was a song later when Syaoran finally decided to take a peek at her. Her face was flushed and she was out of breath from her rambling. 'Still hot' Syaoran decided. His mind drifted involuntarily to the little scene of foreplay from the previous day, Sakura and he on his bed. Needless to say, after Sakura had left, Syaoran had been left with a major boner. Of course he'd gotten rid of it after a quick rumble with Eriko. Or was her name Erika?

Deciding that Sakura would die if she didn't breathe, Syaoran plucked out an earphone.

"Breathe Kinomoto. Stop talking. You talk more than Tomoyo does. God."

Sakura immediately sucked in a breath, panting slightly. She hadn't realized she had been droning on. She flushed, disgusted at the thought of her being equivalent to her math teacher; boring.

"At least tell me what the whole 'I'm-a-gangster' ordeal was for! I still don't believe it, you know."

Syaoran shrugged, as if contemplating whether to tell her or not.

"Forget it. That's not important." Then he turned away.

Sakura sighed and huffed, crossing her arms indignantly. She turned away from him, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught something white. Carefully inspecting the thin wire, she found it led to his ears. She reached over and tugged. It fell limply in her hand. An earphone! No wonder he acted as if he couldn't hear her, he really couldn't! If there was one thing Sakura Kinomoto hated, it was being ignored.

"You asshole! How dare you –!" The shrill ring of a cell phone cut her off. What was with all these interruptions today?

He held up a palm, silencing her. Sakura moved further back into the limo. She didn't want to intrude. She may have been angry at him, but she still had her manners. She hadn't noticed how large the car was! Spotting a small portable fridge, she eagerly crawled her way towards it. She gasped when it opened. It was completely stocked! Whiskey, Brandy, Cognac and even Tequila! Hardcore liquor! Underneath were sodas and water bottles.

'Wow' Sakura thought. I could practically live here. She didn't know how long the mini refrigerator had kept her entertained, but she tumbled forward when the limo came to a halt. Ungracefully Sakura crashed into the seats and groaned. At least it was soft. Syaoran snorted amusedly at her. He looked good even when he was mocking her. Damn him.

"Thank you Wei." The driver nodded; seems like the driver has a name after all.

Sakura spoke a quick thanks and darted out of the car after Syaoran. She spun in circles taking in her surroundings. Then she paused. Everything looked so, well, familiar! Two clean streets with large oak trees, friendly looking faces, then something in her mind seemed to connect. This was her neighborhood! This was her home!

"Hey! You were being all secretive about bringing me home!"

Syaoran shook his head, almost disappointedly. Almost.

"Change of plans baby, I have to go somewhere. Little girls aren't allowed."

He called her a little girl! Sakura tensed, ready to retort. She was sixteen! She was almost an adult! Then she realized he had also called her 'baby', an endearing nickname between couples. She felt her cheeks grow hot. Concentrating on keeping her cool, she patted her face, attempting to stop the blush. She hadn't even noticed he was in front of her! But when she stopped and looked up, Sakura found his lips crashing against hers!

Involuntarily, Sakura moaned at the new sensation. A swirl of desire erupted from the pit of her stomach. How did he do that? She vaguely remembered her arms encircling his neck, his around her waist, pulling her close. She couldn't resist him. Not one bit. Feeling braver than she'd ever felt, Sakura took control, her tongue clashing against his. He tasted like honey and mint, a wonderful combination. He tasted sweet, and Sakura just couldn't get enough. They broke apart only briefly for her to catch her breath. Syaoran sent butterfly kisses along her jaw line, his husky voice blended with passion.

"Sakura…"

She tiptoed and captured his lips once again, stopping any means of talking. Their tongues battled for control, neither submissive. Sakura found herself pressed up against the limo, the door handle digging painfully into her back. She didn't notice that. However, she was definitely aware of his traveling hands; the delightful ministrations were mind blowing. Sakura allowed him better access by wrapping her legs around his torso, the car and him supporting her light weight.

"Sa-ku-ra Kinomoto!" A loud angry voice boomed. The couple broke apart quickly; Syaoran looked torn between disappointment, confusion and a deadly look, a promise of sure death. Sakura released her hold on him and groaned dreadfully. Her legs unwillingly unwrapped themselves and trembled when he placed her down. She stumbled forward only to find his arms snaked around her waist, steadying her.

"What the fuck are you doing!" the same livid tone rang through the air. But it was clear now, who else could it have been? None other than Touya Kinomoto; her brother.

Syaoran let her go, slipping a small object into her pocket. Then he left without a backward glance. Sakura watched as the limo hummed to life. Within seconds, he was gone without a trace. She sighed and turned back towards her red-faced brother who still hadn't stopped yelling. Dreadfully, Sakura dragged her feet across the pavement and prepared herself for what was yet to come.

AN: Chapter 3 is done! May 12, 2006. 7:20 PM. There wasn't much action in here, but I'm taking the story slow. I've lost my inspiration as a writer, a huge writer's block. Miracles will officially be on a hiatus, though I thank you all for the lovely reviews and criticism. I have decided to re-write chapters 1-4 to change the plot slightly so the story flows better. That will be my main goal for the story, and until then, the sixth chapter will not be out. You can check my user profile for updates and information. I update it regularly.

As for this story, I have many, many ideas. I have decided to make this story a gang fic. If I pull through, Sinful Temptations will be a long story. The chapters won't be too long however.

Please, please, please review for me! They really help motivate me to stop sitting around and actually type these chapters out.

Until then,

Descension.