Chapter Thirteen
This chapter is for Raziel and Rebecca T.
They were once again back at the apartment. They hadn't spoken a word since they left the mansion. Sakura watched as Syaoran immediately went into the bedroom.
She went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. There were limited things that a vampire could drink or eat. If you were a newly turned vampire you were to only have blood and water. Sakura leaned up against the counter and finished her glass of water. Her skin was really cold, colder than usual.
'Maybe its the water.'
She placed the glass of water down just as Syaoran came into the kitchen. Their eyes met and she looked away.
"Sakura, nothing happened, as I already told you."
"Then tell me, Syaoran, what exactly it is you did with her."
He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her.
"I'll let you see for yourself," he closed his eyes and brought her closer to him.
She suddenly felt very warm and then everything went black.
Flashback...
"Syaoran, why haven't you come to see me? You know that you are required to," spoke Rayne from her position on a canapy bed. She was laying on her stomach with her elbows holding her up.
"I know that, but I also hold my duty to my mate."
"As you have already told me," she looked to the door and Miyu walked in carrying a tray with three glasses and a bottle of red wine. She set them on a table, poured them all a glass, and sat next to her mate. Rayne sat up and pulled her mate to her. She gently kissed her lips and then looked back to Syaoran.
"Do you wish to die? You have not drank from me in quite a while and you do know that you have to."
"This is the last time now that I have a mate."
Rayne got up from off the bed and walked up to him. She kissed his cheek and titled her neck to the side. Syaoran quickly moved forward and sunk his teeth into the warm flesh. He heard her moan and then a rustling sound come up to them. Opening his eyes he saw Miyu behind her pulling the buttons of her shirt open.
"No, love, wait until he is gone," with that she pushed him off of her and the wound closed. "We shall meet again later, Syaoran..."
The memory ended there and Sakura opened her eyes.
"Why do you have to drink from her?"
"Because drinking from her makes me more powerful and younger. You will have to drink from me just like that, but we will both enjoy it," he whispered the last part in her ear.
She shivered and turned around. "I love you."
"Aishiteru," he then lowered his lips to hers and picked her up from around the waist. She wrapped her long legs around him and pulled him closer to her. She felt him move them into the bedroom and into the adjourned bathroom.
"Open your eyes," he said when they broke apart.
She opened her eyes and looked around. Green candles were lit all over the room and a few around the jacuzzi like bathtub. She smiled and kissed him. He brought her feet back down to the floor and began to unbutton the buttons to her shirt. He then lowered his lips to her neck. She nearly ripped the buttons of his shirt off.
"Anxious are we?"
She grinned and pulled his shirt completely off. "You better hurry before the water gets cold."
Syaoran pulled off her shirt and then quickly got her pants off. "No underwear, Sakura? Did you have this planned?"
"Well we do have to make up for lost time," she whispered as she got the rest of his clothing off. "I could say the same for you."
He guided her to the bath that was filled with pink, red, and white rose petals.
"I hope these rose petals don't go to waste."
"I assure they won't"
SS
"Truth or Dare?"
Syaoran thought for a moment before saying, "Dare."
"You never choose Truth." Sakura admonished.
"Perhaps I don't want to share them with you."
"Meany." She was beside him, leaning slumped against his arm, "Ok, Dare…. Umm, something from Shakespeare for me."
He sighed and languidly stretched out his long limbs, upsetting her from her position. He caught her before she fell face first onto the floor and wrapped an arm around her shoulder to steady her. "Why is it that whenever I choose Dare you get me to tell you a story?" he asked.
"Because I just love your voice." She nestled into the comfortable curve of his body. "I could listen to you for hours."
He sipped his drink and thought for a moment.
"Syaoran?"
"Mmm?"
"The Dare?"
"Oh"
"If you don't know any Shakespeare I win and I get to choose a reward."
" 'I have of late (but wherefore I know not) lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and, indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appeareth no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors. What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculty! In form and moving, how express and admirable! In action, how like an angel! In apprehension, how like a God! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me; no, nor woman neither…'"
"That was pretty good." It was more than good and she knew it, but it wouldn't do to let him know that.
"Thank you" he poured himself another drink.
Sakura felt as though she was nestled into the most comfortable chair on the earth.. Her back rested against his chest, her head in the hollow of his shoulder. One arm was wrapped around her, keeping her steady because she kept falling forward. His thumb was employed with absently brushing against her collar bone.
"Truth or Dare?' She asked.
He hesitated for a while, "Truth"
"What do you think is the sexiest part of a woman's body?" She asked.
He laughed and said softly into her ear, "What do you think I would think the sexiest part of a woman's body is?"
"I'd take you for a breast man." She replied seriously and he laughed. Gods he should laugh more often because it is a beautiful noise.
"A breast man eh?"
"Uh huh"
"Well, I'm sorry, your wrong" he said, and looking appreciatively at the small swell of hers under her shirt he added, "Although I have nothing against breasts."
"Then what part is it?" She snuggled into the warmth of him a little further.
"The Neck," he whispered.
"I never would have guessed."
He ran his fingers along her collar bone to the point where it met its twin, "Right here," His lips brushed her ear lightly as he spoke and she closed her eyes at the feel of it, "The hollow at the base of a woman's throat."
She moved her head aside a little and felt him kiss her behind her ear. She let out a groan and shifted.
"Is there any wine left?" she asked in a voice that was little more than a whimper.
"A little," he murmured, inhaling the scent of her hair, "Do you want another?"
"Yes. Truth or Dare?" She whispered.
"Truth" he replied.
Her shirt was now open and she was sitting between his knees, her back pulled tight against his chest. His hand was under her jumper, gently cupping her breast, the other rested against her bare thigh.
He kissed her throat, allowing his tongue to linger on the flesh and taste the salty sweat of her arousal., "I think you're beautiful"
"I think your sexy" she gasped as clever fingers squeezed her breast.
He sucked the spot on her throat for a moment, marking it.
"Truth or Dare?' She whispered.
"It's my turn, silly." He kissed a trail down her neck to her shoulder.
"I don't care. Truth or Dare?"
"Dare" he breathed
"Kiss me"
"I am kissing you"
"Kiss my lips"
He lifted his hand from her thigh and turned her head to face him. He covered her mouth with his, hungrily kissing her, thrilling to the fact that she responded with the same intensity. She ached to twist around enough to put her arms around him, but if she did that she would dislodge his hand from her breast and at that moment she would do nothing to jeopardize that, so she contented herself with probing his mouth with her searching tongue, wondering at the flavor of wine and spit and aching for him to move his hand (that he had returned to her thigh) further up under her skirt.
They parted for a moment, pulled apart and gazed back into each others eyes.
They meshed back into the kiss.
His hand pushed up under her skirt and gently probed the lips of her vagina through the wet cotton of her underpants. She shuddered as he brushed her clit through the sodden cloth, it was as though an electric current had run from her clitoris up through her belly and into her brain. She began to melt into the touch, and when slowly, like a thief, he slid his fingers under the elastic of her panties, she urgently lifted her hips, aching for him to enter her. He pushed a long slender finger into her body, moaning softly into her mouth at the wetness her knew he would find there. He could feel her around that single finger, tight and virginal. Moving his finger in and out of her, he gently massaged her clitoris with his thumb, never relenting on the kiss, still caressing her breast.
It was a sensory overload, too much pleasure. She was moaning between kissing him, her body writhed in his hands, wanton and aching, when her orgasm came it tore a scream from her that echoed around the room. Her hips bucked and tensed and she ground her groin down into his hand, riding the wave of pleasure coursing through her until she came to rest, spent against him and he pulled her into the curve of his body and held her.
"Are you alright?" he whispered and by way of reply she moved to face him, crushing his mouth against hers and wrapping her arms around him. She lay back, pulling him with her until he was atop her, cradled between her thighs, kissing him desperately as though she would devour him.
He pushed her shirt up, made to pull it over her head and discard it, wanting nothing more than to take a bare nipple into his mouth, when a rush of fresh air filled the room.
The door swung open.
"I knew I would find you here!"
To be contined...