Reality's Dream
Chapter 17: A Meeting of Skin
"Well, well, well, late again I see." Syaoran snickered as Sakura rushed into the back room of the dojo. "Good thing sensei isn't here today."
"Sorry. I…lost track of time." Sakura mumbled as she dropped her bag to the floor and joined Syaoran in stretching.
"Got a little distracted did we?" Syaoran teased, then continued in a light tone. "Maybe Eriol shouldn't drive you over here anymore if it's gonna keep turning into a make out session."
Despite this friendly joke, Syaoran was mentally hitting himself for such a dangerous comment as he saw the cheery red blush creep up her face proving his guess to be true. 'You idiot! Could you sound more jealous? Stupid, stupid, stupid!'
As Syaoran beat himself up like the adolescent he was, Sakura was also beginning to chide herself. Not only had she felt embarrassed when Syaoran suggested her tardiness was due to her playing a game of tonsil hockey with Eriol, she had felt , well…almost guilty, like she had betrayed him. 'That's silly. I've done nothing wrong! I'm over him.' Sakura protested. "You mean like the times you were late from drooling over Tomoyo?" 'Sakura could you sound any more pathetic? Yeah let's make a dig at his EX-girlfriend. Key word EX.'
"Well at least no spit swapping was involved." Syaoran shot back. 'Spit swapping? Smooth Syaoran. Real smooth. I'm sure Sakura will be impressed by your ability to sound like an idiot and a jealous loser all at the same time.'
The two continued their mental tirades as they warmed up, their internal frustrations rising. But alas, as what can happen when tensions mount between two teens, friction can occur. Lucky for them they had the perfect situation to release some of that pressure through our all time favorite outlet. That's right everyone…physical aggression.
"Ready for a grade A butt whooping?" Sakura taunted as she rose from the floor shaking out the last kinks in her arms.
"The only butt that's gonna be whooped is yours." Syaoran countered as readied his body, taking a stance across from his female opponent.
The two began circling watching the other's body for any hint of attack or even better of a weak point. Their spars were a test of their skills to use combinations of any style of martial arts they had learned to disable the other. They were normally a nice little exercise of trading blows. But today's match was anything but normal. Rather then their calm and cool, focused selves, Sakura and Syaoran were anything but focused considering how high emotions were running. Let's just say their feelings might have well been doing drugs.
Sakura was the first to attack, kicking her right leg toward Syaoran's midsection in hopes of shaking his equilibrium a bit. But Syaoran twisted out of the way and in turn attempted a similar move with his arms. Sakura blocked his offense with her forearms, the two exchanging a few rather pointless hits. They locked arms, each using their strength in attempt to knock the other over but when Syaoran felt her breath on his cheek, he immediately jumped back trying to hide his fluster as Sakura worked to regain her balance.
Sakura noticed a little twitch in Syaoran's right leg. 'He's going to kick.' She predicted, planning to counter with a sweep to knock him off his feet. But as his foot began to lift off the ground and she took her aim, Syaoran switch the course of his leg catching her off guard as he swept it across her legs. 'He tricked me!' She growled as she saw the smirk appear on his face.
But Sakura had the pleasure to see that gloating expression turn to shock as she threw her collapsing body toward his, taking his weight down with hers. The two hit the matted floor with a minute 'whoosh' as the air was pressed out of the mats. The two rolled around, a tangle of limbs, each trying to gain the upper hand. There was almost an urgency to their movements, a little more force and frenzy behind their pushes. It was like they were being driven by an unseen force.
Sakura managed to wrap her knees around Syaoran's torso and with a little maneuvering, Sakura managed to straddle Syaoran, holding him to the ground. She smirked down at the momentarily immobilized Syaoran. This rather suggestive position shattered whatever little shred of focus he had retained as certain kinds of thoughts wandered through his mind. 'She's on me…I…uhhh'
Syaoran tried to shake the thoughts and images away. To do that, a change in situations was definitely in order. Grabbing her hips, Syaoran twisted her waist as he flung his weight over. Sakura's eyes widened giving a squeak of surprise as she felt her body lifting up. They rolled till Sakura's back was on the mat, Syaoran leaning over her, his amber eyes alight with success while her green ones glared daggers.
Sakura protested this treatment by trying to shift his weight so she could flip him over again. Sakura tightened her knees around his midsection and pushed at his restraining arms with her hands. But she was not able to dislodge his weight, so as his hands we're pushed off the mat Syaoran instead lost his balance causing his body to collapse on Sakura's. 'Brilliant move,' Sakura scolded her mistake as Syaoran worked to pull himself off of her. He placed his arms on the mat to raise him up but paused when he saw how close they were.
And there they froze, Syaoran leaning over Sakura their bodies pressed against one another as their breaths came raggedly, whether from their exertions or their current position was debatable. Sakura felt it again. That rising in pressure, almost like being in an airplane at takeoff where the air seems to thicken and squash you down. She searched his eyes trying to find what was going on, only to find him as clueless as she was. But neither could look away. And then it happened, the moment both had been yearning for.
Who knows who moved first and in all truth neither noticed nor cared as their lips met in a breathtaking kiss. Sakura shivered from the sweet pressure of Syaoran's mouth against hers.
It was not just a simple kiss. This kiss was one fueled by desire, heightened by frustration and connected by something deeper, undefined but present nevertheless. Needless to say, their socks would have been blown off had they been wearing any.
Syaoran's hand trailed down to rest slightly under her shirt at her hips discovering the contrast of her warm smooth skin and the resisting cottony fabric. Sakura had one arm wrapped around his neck the other hand was grasped in his their palms pressing into each other.
The two finally broke when oxygen became vital to their survival but this did not stop what they had been working on. Instead Syaoran began to brush feather light kisses along Sakura's neck sending another wave of tingles through her. It was fire everywhere they touched, growing with every kiss, every meeting of skin.
"Syaoran…" Sakura's voice called out barely at a whisper.
And reality came crashing in.
Syaoran pulled back and Sakura's eyes had flown wide open. 'We….I….' No coherent thought seemed to connect in Sakura's or Syaoran's minds as they stared at one another. Before either could try to make sense of what had just happened the chattering of arriving students in the front room came wafting in.
Sakura panicked, her body running on instinct, following what scientists have classified as 'flight' mode. She pushed herself out from under a stunned Syaoran. And before he could even stop her, Sakura had grabbed her bag and shoes bolting from the room.
Syaoran merely knelt on the floor staring unseeing at the door that Sakura had run through. 'We…kissed…'
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A/N: Short but sweet. Hope y'all enjoy.