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Water

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"Sakura," Syaoran whined quietly, drawing the attention of his father, Fujitaka, as they ate dinner. He nudged Sakura's knee lightly under the table.

"What's the matter, you two?" Fujitaka said with a raise of his brow. He looked at both Sakura and Syaoran's contemplative faces and he sighed. "Come on." He dropped his chopsticks and waited for one of them to speak.

"Um, Syaoran…" Sakura trailed off as she looked at Syaoran's direction. "Well, that is to say…" She stared at Syaoran's guilty face and frowned lightly.

Fujitaka listened.

Syaoran sighed, closing his eyes. "Well, father… what Sakura is trying to say is that…" Sakura cut him off.

"He didn't tell me that there was an exam earlier!" She said in haste. Syaoran's eyes widened at her statement. Why didn't she tell him off?

Fujitaka chuckled, Sakura smiled sheepishly and Syaoran stared at her. "Well, do tell me when Syaoran does that again, Sakura and we'll think of a suitable punishment."

Oh, I can think of several punishments that Sakura can do to me anytime, Syaoran thought wistfully.

Sakura blushed fiercely. "Okay, papa."

Fujitaka nodded and stood up. "If you're finished, you can just leave your plates there." He said and took his own plate near the faucet. "I'll clean those tonight."

Sakura shook her head violently. "No, no, papa. I'll do it." She stood up abruptly, took her plate, and walked towards him with a smile. "You're tired, I can tell." She scolded playfully. "You'll need your rest."

"I'll help Sakura, father," Syaoran mumbled and Fujitaka smiled. Sakura's eyes considerably widened.

"Well, in that case… I'll leave you two." He strolled and walked upwards the stairs. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, papa."

"Goodnight, father."

Silence ensued.

Sakura quickly grabbed a hold of the nearest plate and cleansed it with water. She took the soap and washed it thoroughly. Syaoran watched her as she did so.

Her arms gently swung up and down as she wiped, bubbles floating around her hands and fingers. Her fingertips slowly, but deliberately brushed across the bubbles. It was so tantalizing to look at and—and—

"I'm still mad at you, Syaoran." She murmured as she finished with the first plate. She reached out for another one and repeated the process.

Syaoran smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm sorry about that, Sakura. I didn't know what has gotten to me."

Sakura tilted her head and looked at him curiously. "Are you really?"

"Really what?" He asked confusedly and took a step towards her.

She turned her back on him and answered, "Are you really sorry?"

He grinned and ruffled her hair. "Of course I am."

She shook and nodded her head, "Good, good—because…"

She swiftly took the water gun near the sink and shot him with it. "Payback time!" She squealed with glee and cackled happily. Syaoran groaned in annoyance but gained a sense of playfulness.

He took Sakura roughly by the arm and drawn her closer to his soaked chest, making her partially wet. He grappled the water gun from her hand and sprayed her with some water.

"I'm a very sore loser, Sa-ku-ra!" He chanted and watched Sakura's clothes that clung to her curves rather… deliciously. He sensuously licked his lips and felt that certain hunger blaze to life once again, preferably in his loins.

She shivered and hugged her body, drawing warmth. "Ugh! Why did you—how did you—argh!"

Syaoran chuckled. "Please speak in a more understandable language, Sakura. Plenty of people still hasn't studied your language yet."

Sakura grumbled. "We still haven't finished cleaning the plates and utensils yet!"

Syaoran looked at the messy sink and nodded his head. "Well, let's do it now."

They cleaned the dinner utensils silently. Giving each other glances every now and then, Syaoran observed Sakura's wet state. She was shivering constantly, and her clothes were transparent giving him a rather interesting view.

He shook his head. No, no, no. He was replaying his mistake all over again. It shouldn't happen again. It shouldn't. It was wrong. So very wrong and yet, he was tempted.

He lightly brushed his fingers against her wet cheeks. She shuddered under his touch but didn't mind it. He trailed his fingers softly, tracing the beads of water that was cascading down her skin.

He stopped and shakily took his hand away from the source of his madness. Sakura. She should stay away. Far away from him. He ran a hand through his hair in exasperation.

"There!" She murmured. "All done."

She turned to face him and gave him a bright smile. "We can go to bed now!"

Bed? A very good choice. Let's get to bed and do—

"—think?"

Syaoran blinked and watched the way her lips curved with each word. The way she says the words with sensuality and innocence. The way her pink tongue darted out as she licked her lips wet. And—

He. Couldn't. Help. It.

He backed her up against the sink, crushing his hips to her ass. "Sakura," he breathed helplessly. "Why do you keep on doing this to me?"

He slowly turned her around.

He brought his both of his hands to her hips. He rested his forehead against hers and breathed in and out, heavily. Sakura gasped and weakly tried to push him away. Unfortunately, he was too strong for her.

"Syaoran," she muttered. "Father might…" She wavered, trying to wiggle out.

Syaoran liked this.

He liked towering over her, watching her writhe and beg for more—

—and he lost it.

He brought his lips to hers, slid his fingers down and played with the waistband of her skirt. He crushed her frail form underneath his against the sink and didn't notice that the water at her back was soaking her backside.

"Syao-ran," she murmured against his lips. "N-no. T-this is wrong…"

He leaned farther a bit and lightly nibbled on her lower lip, shushing her. "Less talking, more snogging." He whispered and kissed her. Starving… irredeemable.

He would be selfish this time around—because—because he couldn't help it anymore. He just couldn't. Having her as a sister gave him a hard time already and… and… it was so bloody difficult.

He could corrupt her, he knew. He couldn't do that to his own sister. He couldn't. He—

He tore his lips away from hers and whispered, "tell me to stop."

Sakura took a sharp intake of breath, "stop."

"Liar," he said and kissed her again.

"Syaoran," she hesitated bashfully. "Father… father might see us and—and he'll disapprove—wait, of course he will. This is wrong and—"

"What did I tell you about talking?"

He drawn his lips towards her in a lip lock and it went on as if forever and it tasted so—salty? Sakura—crying—what the hell did he do?

He sharply drew away from her and stared at her with wide eyes. She sobbed, she shook, she whimpered and yet, Syaoran still didn't know what to do. So the most logical thing that he could do and what his instincts told him to do—

He kissed her. She leaned in towards his kiss and gently pulled away in a matter of seconds. She looked at him with misty eyes and… she ran away.

Syaoran stood there, dumbfounded. She—she kissed him back. He smiled and lightly touched his lips.

"Tastes like strawberries…"

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