Hi again. Thank you so much for your reviews. I'm glad you liked it. I hope you like this chapter as well.

Warning: this chapter will contain a tiny taint of lemon. If you are uncomfortable or not of age or simply don't like it, don't read.

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Standing at the front door, Syaoran tapped his newly polished shoes, occasionally giving a growl. Where was she? Did he not tell her to be on time? It was 1 minute to six. He had told her to meet him here, where was she now?

50 seconds till 6.

He heard bustling upstairs, she was still getting ready.

40 seconds till 6.

He was going to be late for the Andersons party. His mother had specifically told him to bring his wife and to be on time. At this rate, she will cause him and his mother to have another fight, and might even lose an important contact. Further more, Gwen might be waiting for him.

10 Seconds till 6.

He continued to growl. Damn it, he was not a patient person…

5 seconds…

At this rate he would leave without her.

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Hand on the doorknob, he started to twist it, the clicking sound indicating it was now unlocked.

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A soft clearing of the throat brought his attention up the stairs. He contained his surprised expression, and held his mouth from falling down.

She was beautiful.

Wearing a pearly white strapless dress, the top of it hugged her chest tightly. Her breast was heavily accented from the tight material. It hugged her slim waist before flaring out slightly the slit on her right side rose up a little above her knee. It was royal blue with cherry petals drifting softly on the dress. Her hair was tied up into a neat bun where 2 red chopsticks crossed together forming an X on her auburn hair. Her emerald eyes seemed to shine out more from the light green eye shadow. He didn't love her, but it didn't mean he didn't think she wasn't beautiful, and tonight, she sure was.

"It's impolite to stare." She said in a cool voice, continuing to descend. Syaoran reverted his gaze, but still sending up glances. Though her voice was cool, he could tell he was nervous, his eyes continued to feast upon her body.

Sakura could still feel his lingering stare. The blush that threatened to appear on her face was continued to be pushed down by her pride. "Why did they have to choose this dress?" She screamed mentally. The heated glare from him was too much for her to look at; she suddenly found the marble staircases oddly interesting.

"If you're ready we'll go." Syaoran stated quickly.

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Li Yelen chatted among her age group. She continued to glance at the doorway where guests were slowly filtering in.

"Oh don't worry Yelen. I'm sure your son will arrive soon. From what I hear your daughter in law is a beautiful sight." A masculine voice said. Eriol Hirrigazawa stood clad in a deep blue tux. His messy midnight hair fell lightly against his blue eyes. His wife, Tomoyo Daidouji wore a matching dress. A slim spaghetti strapped midnight blue dress made of silk, her raven hair was left untied, framing her snow white complexion and amethyst eyes.

"I'm sure he'll be here, Auntie." Tomoyo assure her aunt. "Why, speak of the devil, here he is, and what a lovely wife too." She exclaimed. Yelen's eyes lit up. Her son look magnificent in that tux, and by the way Sakura looked, she looks no less than perfect. She was a living image of perfection.

"Xiao Lang!" Yelen called out. Syaoran started walking towards her direction, Sakura inclined to follow. "My, my, Sakura, don't you look beautiful tonight." Yelen complimented. Sakura blushed,

"Thank you." Sakura thanked, her eyes sailing among the many people in the room. Her eyes lit up seeing a bunch of messy jet black hair. Spotting her, James walked over. Sakura could have fainted. Her wonderful boyfriend was in a spotless black tux.

"Yelen, Mr. Li." James greeted formally, addressing Yelen and Syaoran. His brown eyes flews over to Sakura, trailing through her body. He felt a tinge of jealousy seeing her in that beautiful dress, not as HIS partner, and it grew even more seeing her arms linked in Syaoran's. "Mrs. Li, you look beautiful." He murmured, bringing up her hand and brushing it against his lips. Sakura giggled, feeling it tickle.

"Thank you Mr. Lau." She returned, and suddenly, the room seemed so much more inviting.

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Sakura set down her 5th glass of Champaign. She had-unwillingly enough- endured many dances with her so called 'husband' and only one with her true love. Much to her dismay, they weren't allowed to get too close, and much to her annoyance, she got as close to Syaoran as you would hugging a cute puppy at Christmas. Her vision started to go in out, blurry one second, and unusually sharp the next. She waved over to the nearest waiter,

"Hey! You! Get me –hic- one more." She muttered, thrusting her empty class at him. The waiter nodded, saying nothing and returned 1 minute later with a new glass filled with yellow swishy liquid. In one gulp, she washed down the bitter sweet liquid. She reveled in the new sensations it brought her, tingle ness and feeling slightly giddy, she waved the waiter again,

"Another-hic- another one-hic- now." She demanded in a slurred voice, her vision blurring, the world around her swirling. The waiter hesitated.

"Ma'am you've had a lot. Maybe not." The waiter suggested, picking up her 6 glasses. Sakura flashed angrily at him,

"I SAID to bring me more! –hic- are you deaf?" she cried, standing up, she swayed unbalanced. A pair of strong warm arms caught her.

"Sakura what are you doing." A voice growled. Syaoran looked down at her; her face was flushed from the heat.

"I want more. Please, let's go home. It's no more fun here now. Let's go home and drink." She giggled, tugging him, "bye-bye now." Syaoran let out a sigh, placing a hand on her waist just in case. There was no reason for him to not leave, his contract was done, and he had all ready met Gwen in more than one circumstances (thought they found another mean to communicate besides verbally).
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All through the ride home he endured Sakura's constant moaning for more alcohol. Guiding her up the stairs of their house, he found himself having trouble finding the light switch. Groaning, he gingerly led his feet around his own house, careful not to bump anything, while making sure the Sakura in his arms wasn't flailing too much. Opening the nearest door, he was relieved to find the outline of a bed. Slowly, he made his way towards it, gently laying her down, brushing away stray strands of hair. The next thing he knew, he found himself tumbling down onto the bed with her, her small hands in a surprisingly tight grip.

"Hmm… more… drink…" Sakura muttered, her eyes fluttering open. The alcohol in her system continued to work its magic, making her adrenaline run. She giggled incoherently. Syaoran lifted himself up, releasing himself from her grip, but she wouldn't let go. Instead, she rose up and pushed herself right up against his lips. Syaoran stiffened. He couldn't get over the feeling of her lips against his, her body against his… the body trapped underneath the fairly thing material…

"hmm…" Sakura parted from him, "that was fun." She giggled, pushing herself up against him again. Syaoran pushed her away, his amber eyes burning. Sakura pouted teasingly at him, her cherry red lips puckering out, her emerald eyes glittering in the faint moonlight.

"Sakura, you're drunk. Go to sleep." He instructed. Sakura shook her head stubbornly,

"No!" she declared, kissing him again. Her tongue inexperienced as it was, pushed his lips apart and the feeling of her tongue against his fed his burning. "Teach me!" she whined. Syaoran growled, pinning her hands above of her head.

"Go to sleep… now." He growled, not looking at her face, or letting his eyes wonder anywhere below her face. She rose up again, kissing him hardly. This time, he couldn't help it. He pushed her head back against the bed; his lips kissing her hungrily, his hands still pined to her arms. Sakura returned it, though inexperienced, with the same force.

"Teach, me." She said in between kisses. Syaoran scooped her up after releasing his right hand, his arms looped around her waist, pushing her closer to him as possible.

"Everything." He growled. He continued to press hardly against her, his hands trailing the outline of her body, reaching the slit on her side; he took the opportunity to trail a lone finger along her thighs. His left hands rose back up, finding a comfortable resting place on her breast. Quickly squeezing it, he was able to get her to let out a pleasure squealed. He groaned the erection in his pants evident. Hey, he was only human, and a male one at that. Groaning, he ripped of her dress as soon as possible, her naked form revealed to him. His tongue trailed along the valley between her rising breasts, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her hands holding tightly onto him. Quickly, he discarded his own clothes.

They moved together in harmony, their shadows becoming one. Moans bounced off the walls, Sakura's hand prints pressed hard against the head board as she begged for more. With one last, pleasurable scream, she sank back down, tired, and asleep.

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Sakura groaned, a headache attacking her. The terrible sun signaled her awakening as she opened her eyes. She blamed herself mentally for drinking so much Champaign. Her whole body ached with pain and her muscles were numb and sore. She felt the area between her legs ache. She felt breathing beside her so she turned around. She held in a scream… her hands trailed across her body to find no interference at all. Sitting up slowly, she saw clothes being discarded carelessly around the floor, beside her was a slumbering Syaoran. The scream she held in could no longer be contained.

Syaoran awoke to a ear splitting shriek.

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A/N: Well first little lemon, hope you like it. Please review.