I'm really sorry for not updating...I'm on my summer break and it's the one chance I can update...I worked on this chapter for a while...I sincerly hope you guys enjoy reading it as I have enjoyed writing it. (:
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The Cherry on Top has just signed in flashed on Syaoran's computer.
DING DING DING DING
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I woke up, annoyed from being wrenched from my sleep. I heard another DING DING DING DING as I made loud stomps to my computer. I glanced at the time on the computer screen, 1: 20 AM. What the fuck?! Who's on fucking msn at this time? Another DING DING DING DING as I pressed 'accept' on the invitation of a video call on msn. Still fuzzy, I wasn't able to work out who it was, nor was I inclined too.
"Syaoran…?" Said a musky, deep and still sleeping female voice from the other end. This voice snared my senses. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and stared at the person who was rubbing her eyes too.
She had just woken up, I could tell because her lips were swollen. She blinked really slowly, fluttering her thick eyelashes and yawned. It was a miracle, Sakura awake at this time? No waaaaay!
She was wearing a white silk singlet top, and I noticed it was v-cut. Was she stupid? Was she really that naive? Maybe she thought I was some sort of monk in training, and that I wouldn't notice the absence of a bra. Her hair was tousled and messy and everywhere. If I opened the stylus dictionary of Syaoran and looked up unknowingly-sexy, there would be an enlarged picture of Sakura, looking like this.
Hell, I'm glad I'm awake now.
"Syaoran if you don't open a webcam on yourself soon, I'm going back to bed." She said grumpily furrowing her eyebrows, looking extremely pissed off.
I typed three words in response to her unprecedented demand.
"I'll join you,"
"Oh har har." She crossed her arms and wrinkled her nose. At the same time I opened an invitation for her to start webcam with me, which she quickly accepted. Her eyes immediately widened as she saw me smiling at her from my own webcam.
"What?" I said. "You realize its 1:30 in the morning Sakura?" I sighed and stretched my arms. "Lemme sleep," I noticed the blush spreading on her cheeks as she stayed as quiet as a mouse. I enjoyed the transitional phase of her being pissed off at me, to looking with embarrassment at me.
"You're not wearing a shirt." She said timidly, her eyes no longer focused on my face. But travelling downwards.
"Care to join me?" I smirked at her. I saw her smile knowingly, and then in surprise, I saw her hands travel to the hem of her silky cocoon. I watched her steadily as she pulled it up to her stomach, showing me her belly button, about to take it off, when she stopped.
"OH well, changed my mind. Sorry Syaoran, you can freeze by yourself tonight." She added cheerily.
I felt my jaw pulse as I glared at her. Then I felt my nose wrinkling against my instruction (damn you nose) and I sneezed.
"AAAWWW!" She said, not squealed. "That was vair cute," She winked at me. "I didn't know you went to sleep shirtless." She said, a light blush spreading over her cheeks again.
"Well, we can change that right now. Come over, give me your silky thing, and you can try sleeping shirtless for once. You can try it next to me as well, I won't mind, I promise." I grinned at her as her blush spread to her neck.
Okay, so I have no idea what got into me. Maybe it was that dream I got interrupted from by Sakura. Funny, my dream actually involved Sakura…in this beautiful leather cat suit. A tight, beautiful leather cat suit. With matching black cat ears.
"Sakura you didn't wake me up at 1 in the morning to show me your stomach. What's up?"
"I had a bad dream." She said hugging herself.
And I melted.
"Baby what happened?" I asked her softly.
Baby? WHAT! 'Baby what happened?' MY GOD I'm a tool. But sweet Jesus she looks so irresistible, I could eat her up if it weren't for these computer screens. Seriously, I wish I could just rip that silly, useless, teasing negligee off her, and the things I would do to her-
"You and Moyo stopped talking to me..." She hugged herself tighter and gazed down at her knees.
"Sakura." I sighed, but smiled at the same time. "Sakura, when have I not talked to you?"
Sakura giggled at this.
"Trust me, that's one dream of yours which will never come true, trust me. I'm always behind and with you aren't I?"
I wish some of MY dreams of Sakura came too…especially the one with that beautiful black tight leather…
"Wait! I have something in my cupboard!" She got up from her chair and that's when I realized.
Sakura was wearing, wait for it, no pants. She had her underwear on. A black, tight, DKNY pair. I almost died. I watched uncomfortably, trying to find my voice.
Really, what an uncompromising situation. How does a guy like me, land himself in a situation like this? I really should say something, you know, for the greater good and what not. But look at that ass. DAMN.
I watched her ass, I mean Sakura, move around the room looking for something. It's so niiiiiiice, her ass I mean. It's a sin to lie, so here's the truth. It's so tight and round and HIGH. Thank you Sakura for taking dance lessons, I owe you big time.
Oh shit. I should be the good best friend and tell her she has no pants on. But then…why should she hide that beautiful…Grr. Damn conscience. Fuck you. I'll get you later for this.
"Sakura," I can't believe I was doing this. I was doing the unnatural thing, and was going against my natural, testosterone programmed body. "You-have no pants on". That was painful. I'm so sorry me. I could swear a tear went down my face.
"Wha? OH! Shit!" She scrambled around, looking in her draws for some pants, I used this time to watch her shamelessly, and the last pants less Sakura seconds I will get for a while. I watched her pull a pair of shorts on, as she turned beetroot red. I smirked; she was so naive and innocent when she made a mistake.
"Anyway," she coughed, covering up her embarrassment "I found it, look!" Then she held up a picture of the three of us, Tomoyo, Sakura and me, in a silver engraved photo frame.
"Urrgghh" She suddenly groaned. "My back…it hurts," She closed her eyes in pain as I sat there watching, unable to witness her in pain. Suddenly I couldn't stand just looking at her through a camera, I had to see her in the flesh.
"Sakura I'm coming to your house," I said as I signed out of msn and put on a shirt and shoes. I ran down the stairs, grabbed the keys and closed the door behind me. I was met by a crisp chill.
The window on the second level opened, and a head stuck outside of it. "Syaoran!" she whispered "Your absolutely crazy!"
"Hey Sakura," I grinned up at her.
I walked inside Sakura's room, I had been here before, but only in the day time, and when her dad knew I was here. Sakura crossed to the opposite side of the room, as far away from me as possible and crossed her arms and glared at me.
"Listen, I'm sorry for coming here without your permission…it's just-"
"It's not that." She cut me off starkly.
"Well, um…is it about your pants?" I asked, grinning.
"No." She glared at me more intensely.
"Well…what did I do?" Girls. Their so confusing at times.
"Hmm. LET'S THINK. How about…oh I don't know, signing off msn without saying bye properly?!" He eyebrows furrowed deeper.
I could have laughed, then and there. But the look on Sakura's face…slightly scared me. I crossed the room and stood close to her. I pulled her into a tight hug and didn't let go of her for a full two minutes. I felt her put her head on my shoulder and her arms wrap around my neck. I tightened my arms around her waist. Then I unwrapped myself from her went to her door and opened it, and left it slightly ajar.
"Bye Sakura" I whispered to her "See you at school in the morning,"
I felt myself being pulled back by the crook of my arm, as Sakura pulled me closer to her. She glared at me with conviction and gripped onto my shoulders by biting her nails onto my shoulders. "Syaoran," she hissed at me "Don't you dare."
"But you just told me I had to go-"
"Just stay, please, my back really hurts." She wrapped her arms around my neck as she pressed closer into me. I enveloped her with my arms on her waist and began kneading her back.
"Sakura, as if I would leave you," I breathed in her ear "Where does it hurt?" I heard her gasp as I kneaded a particular spot. Her back was tense and hard.
"Listen Sakura, lie down on your bed and I'll massage your back, you have so many kinks in there,"
She began to protest mildly, but another pang in her back silenced her. She lowered herself onto her bed, folded her hands delicately on her pillow and rested her head on them.
"Syaoran, you know have to pull my top up." She muttered, closing her eyes.
WHAT! No, no no no! I can't do this! Why, why WHY did my testosterone engineered body have to lead me here?! Come on Syaoran, pull yourself together man! You've seen her with no pants on!
Ohhhh that was sweet. She should walk around like that all the time…why can't it be her rear that hurts? At least I could massage that…nice. Then I could feel those tense muscles, all round and…
"Syaoran it kinda hurts." She winced as she clenched her pillow tightly between her hands.
I slowly started to pull her top up, slightly brushing my thumbs against her smooth back. I watched as more of her skin was exposed to me, slowly, as I pushed up her top up further. Her back was as cold as ice. I bit the inside of my cheek to try and stop the desires running through my head. It literally took all of my strength and will power not to turn her over and kiss her.
I began to massage her back with renewed strength as I heard another gasp escape her lips. She let out a sigh of relief as the pain began to ebb away and I changed my technique. She moaned softly as she smiled.
"That feels so much better, thank you Syaoran" I continued to massage her back, wondering how long this would go on for. Not the massage or the back pain, but this connection between us.
I want to admit it, but how can I? What if I lose my friendship with Sakura, what if it doesn't work out? I can't risk that, no matter what I may feel. But I want her so much, can't she see that? I come out in the middle of the night, sneak into her house, just because she had a nightmare and back pain. What more can I do to make it obvious?
And it's partly her fault too! She goes around PARADING herself in underwear, come on Sakura, I am a GUY, I do get turned on. Maybe I have to remind her that I am a guy…that I do what most other guys do…then maybe then she'll take notice of me. And take interest in me. It's about time to stop repressing my natural instinctive. . .
I walked across the field with a swarm of girls surrounding me, batting their eyelids. If I had not had a purpose, it would have been humorous. Two particular girls, Maya and Abby went to extra lengths to hold my attention. They constantly tried to get close to me and cling to my body.
"Oh Syaoran, you have such strong arms…" winked Tammy, flicking her honey comb hair, as she led me away from the throng of girls. Her blue eyes looked into mine with a mischievous glint. She pulled me in and wrapped her arms around my neck, and then she slowly brought her hands to the front of my chest and ran them down. I smirked at the situation as she grabbed my hands and placed them dangerously low on her waist.
"You don't have to act shy," I murmured lowly to her. She blushed lightly and smiled knowingly. She looked me up and down and pulled herself closer to me.
"So Syaoran, for what do I owe the pleasure?" She giggled softly.
"Hmm…I don't know…maybe…" I leaned closer in to her as her eyes fluttered close. "I have this one idea…"
All of a sudden I felt this powerful tug on my arm as I got ripped apart from Tammy, whose eyes were still closed. She opened her eyes slowly and her eyebrows suddenly shot up in surprise.
"Syaoran Li! Sorry Tammy I'm just going to borrow him for a minute, I hope you don't mind, he'll come back in almost one piece. There's just one part of his body that has to be dealt with…so excuse us."
Sakura began to drag me away, huffing and puffing as she went, not letting me go. I smirked as I turned around and winked at Tammy who blushed again. Sakura took me to a secluded area of the school and behind a massive oak tree. She pushed me roughly against it, took a step back and crossed her arms angrily.
"What the HELL do you think you were doing? HUH?" She yelled at me, I winced at the tone of her voice.
"Who the HELL was that girl? WHAT were you doing?I bet you don't even know even know who she is DO YOU SYAORAN??" She kicked a rock towards me, it reached it's mark and hit my shin.
"I HOPE THAT HURT. Fucking bastard, asshole, bitch. FUCKING HELL SYAORAN YOU MAKE ME SO ANGRY."
"Hey Syaoran," said a bunch of girls as they went past the scene, giggling and twinkling their fingers. A majority of the girls had their skirts hitched up and their hair out, flicking in the wind. I looked sheepishly at them, and grinned.
Sakura turned around and wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Syaoran! Fucking hell, I never fucking swear this much, AND YOU FUCKING MADE ME DO IT."
"Sakura, what's wrong with Tammy?" I grinned at Sakura, trying so hard not to laugh. I stared hard the grass, willing myself not to laugh.
"Oh so TAMMY is her name huh? Puh 'Tammy' what's so great about Tammy that your practically fucking her against a tree? You man whore. NO SYAORAN DON'T INTERRUPT-"
She began to swear and cuss, waving her hands this way and that, wrinkling her nose and making angry faces. I just thought of how cute she looked when she did that, and just how sexy she seemed to me. All thoughts of Tammy were driven out of my mind, as Sakura began to call me such names such as "man whore asshole". She began kick more rocks, missing some and kicking dirt instead, or hitting different inanimate objects.
"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME," She yelled beseechingly at me as she pushed me back against the tree.
I suddenly got very excited; the way Sakura abused me appealed to me very much. I wonder what would have happened if we were in a more private place.
"I- are you even thinking about what I'm saying? I BET YOUR THINKING ABOUT TARTY TAMMY ARNT YOU? GRRRRR! SYAORAN!"
"Actually Sakura," I interrupted her smoothly. "I'm just thinking about how it's the cutest when you fight. Coz you start yelling, cussing and throwing things." I just want to make you mine.
"SO YOU DO THESE THINGS TO MAKE ME MAD?" She looked absolutely livid and bit the inside of her cheek in fury.
"I'm sorry, but seeing you mad is so cute," I said seriously to her, like it was the most logical explanation.
When you scream at me I want to kiss you, and when you push me, I want to touch you all over. That's what I want to tell her. The honest truth, but it's not allowed, is it?
"I don't know why it's like that…" I grinned helplessly.
I began to walk to her and she crossed her arms again, assessing me angrily. I stepped behind her and grinned. I reached around her and quickly touched the wrinkle on her nose and drew my hand away as she tried to slap it away. I chuckled out loud as I wrapped my arms around her waist. I pushed them under her top and started to glide them upwards, I felt her heart rate increase as she gave in to me.
"No, Syaoran, no." She pushed my hands out of her top, pushed me away and stomped away from me.
"Hey Sakura," I said following her, "your so…"
"So WHAT Syaoran?" She said as she swiveled to face me, crossing her arms again, her hair flicking in her face.
She came in closer to me, glaring and uncrossing her arms. "So what Syaoran? Asshole man whore." She had one eyebrow raised and her lips set. Someone stop me before I eat her up.
"So…" I put one hand on her waist and let the other trail down from her head. My hand made solid contact with everything from her head, down her eyes, her plump lips and down her smooth neck. I continued further across her breasts and down her stomach. What I noticed was that Sakura's hand imitated mine on my own body. I began to push her along against the oak tree, when she stepped away from me again. She stepped back and put her hands on her hips and stepped closer to me, as if challenging me. She had an eyebrow raised, and her eyes were daring to challange her.
I placed my hands on their rightful position again, her hips, and stared intently at her lips.
"You're so sexy when you're mad." I leant in, knowing I was going to get pushed away because she was so mad. But I couldn't help myself. Her eyes began to close to my surprise as she leaned in.
As quick as a flash of lightning, she put her hand in between her lips and mine, glaring at me with ferocity.
"You have Tammy germs." She said as she stormed away to Tomoyo who was nearby, leaving me grinning to myself. She turned her head around and gave me a massive glare. She stuck her middle finger at me, looking at me as if to say 'what, you think you get me that easy, get REAL FUCKER' and continued to stalk away again.
I smirked, tucked my hands in my pocket and began to follow them. I would be doing a lot of things to get that look on her face again. Sakura was just too sexy when mad. Tammy would be around for a while.
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