Disclaimer: I don't own CCS, Clamp does. But I do own this story.

Pairings: Syaoran x Sakura, Eriol x Tomoyo

A quick update! And a rather long one... Longer than I would like. But I need to put all the needed (though minor) details in. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Seven

"Push and Pull"

The rest of Sakura's week was surprisingly uneventful.

She would be lying to herself if she hadn't expected something to change between her and Syaoran, a good change. But on the contrary, it was the exact opposite.

It was finally Thursday, her last day as secretary since tomorrow, Friday, is the first of July. Tomorrow she won't have any more reason to come up to this floor or anywhere near it.

Sakura stole a glance at the large double doors down the hall. It was almost time to clock out and Syaoran has been cooped up in there the entire day. She hadn't seen him at all in person since their little excursion in his office on Monday. When he asked her to do a job for him, he always did it by calling and asking Genevieve to send it into his office instead.

'He was the one who kissed me! So why is he the one avoiding me?' Sakura thought, confused and irritated now.

"Ms. Sakura!" Genevieve said cheerily. Sakura hadn't noticed the woman exit their boss' office.

"Ah, yes Genevieve?" After spending two more days with her, Sakura more or less understood just what kind of woman Genevieve was. She was overfriendly. Not just to males but to females as well. Sakura was unsure if this was the French blood in her or if she was naturally like this.

"I would like to thank you for showing me around and teaching me this and that the past few days," she gushed.

Sakura glanced at the nearby wall clock. 5 o'clock. It was time to leave. She looked at her already clean desk. She had already moved all of her personal things back to her old office in the 50th floor during lunch.

"It was a pleasure Genevieve," she replied genuinely, smiling at her.

Genevieve grinned at her and took her hands into hers. Her eyes were positively sparkling. "We must go out together sometime!"

"Sakura?" Tomoyo asked in surprise as a defeated looking Sakura walked pass her open office door. "What are you doing here?"

"I told you didn't I? Tomorrow I start working here again," she said, pointing to the office two doors down which had been left unoccupied since her transfer. Both their offices were situated either side of Hizumi's.

"Well, yes, but I mean aren't you going to see Li? I know he hasn't called you in at all this week but this is your last day after all."

Sakura sighed rather miserably. "It's complicated." She hadn't told Tomoyo of what happened in their last meeting.

Friday – July 1…

Saturday – July 2…

Monday – July 4…

Wednesday – July 6…

Thursday – July 7…

"That's it," Sakura practically shouted, slamming her fists on her desk.

She's only been back into her old job for five days and all she's accomplished since her return was… Well, nothing.

"Get out of my head," she hissed furiously as she messed up her hair with like a crazy person. She had done nothing but think about the damned CEO all this time that it wasn't even funny. Her work's being affected and that's something unforgiveable.

Sakura was so caught up with her own thoughts that she didn't even notice the knocking on her already open door until the person himself spoke up.

"I didn't know your job as assistant head of this department was that much harder than being my secretary."

She jumped out of her seat and looked up. The object of her frustrations was there, casually leaning against her open doorway with both arms and legs crossed.

'Holy crap.'

Not only was he there, he was dressed differently as well. He wasn't wearing his usual suit, but was wearing a pair of jeans, a printed t-shirt with a suit coat over it.

Crap. Crap. Crap. And here she was, although dressed finely in heels, a pencil skirt, and a ruffled blouse, the state of her hair right now wasn't something she wanted to be seen by him of all people.

Sakura hurriedly ran her fingers through her long wavy hair with her eyes still focused on him. If she were to take her eyes off him for even a second, she was afraid he would disappear on her again. She didn't even realize she missed the man this much.

He still had an amused look on his face. His brows were raised as he observed her small office.

"How's work?" he asked as he stepped inside.

Sakura could see almost every member of their department gawking in their direction before Syaoran closed the door behind him.

"Its o-okay," she stuttered, glancing at the large stack of papers at the corner of her desk that have piled up over the past few days. It took all that she had to stop herself from laughing hysterically at the irony. "Uhmm… What are you doing here?"

He ignored her, instead, picked up one of the nearby picture frames on the corner shelf. "Is this your father?"

Sakura looked at the photo and nodded. It was a picture of her and her dad taken around March, the last time he came to Tokyo to have a meal with her. It was also the one and only time he had mentioned Syaoran's name to him. The corner of her mouth twitched at this memory.

"What's his name?"

"Fujitaka Kinomoto."

"The archeologist?" he asked in surprise.

Sakura was even more surprised that he was. Although her father made a name for himself over the years, not many people still knew of him due to his line of work. Archeology isn't really a big thing. Is it?

"How do you know?"

"I watch and read the news a lot. It's part of my job to know the individuals who've gone up or down in society I guess. Your father's field isn't entirely in line with mine but I've heard of him a few times years back when I just came to Tokyo because of that excavation he led in Egypt at the time. Your father is quite accomplished."

The huge grin immediately took over her face. She can't help it. It was nice to hear her dad being praised especially by one of the most distinguished people in today's society.

"But didn't he…" he trailed away and glanced at her. If he wasn't mistaken, and he was sure he wasn't, Fujitaka's passing was also printed in the news only recently around mid or late April. It was only a small mention in the newspaper but he was sure it was him.

Sakura didn't reply, simply took the frame from him and ran her fingers through her father's image before replacing it on the shelf. She let out along breath and turned to him.

"So what are you doing here?" she asked again with a raised brow and crossed arms. There was no hint of sadness in the way she looked and spoke.

This suited Syaoran just fine. After all, he didn't come down to see her looking sad.

He crossed his arms in turn and looked at her with feigned wonder. "Why do you think I'm here?"

Sakura stepped back and looked at him up and down once more. Really, the distance was needed at that point. She was always unaware of their proximity until the last moment and being too close to him never did her nerves any good.

Syaoran watched her appraise him for a few seconds while trying to hold back his own smile.

"Well judging from how you're dressed Mr. Li, I think you have way too much time on your hands and you've come here for the sole purpose of bugging me."

He chuckled at this. "Am I disturbing you?"

"Not exactly," she admitted truthfully before pointing at something behind him.

The second he did, he caught sight of the majority of the department looking at them through the open blinds of Sakura's office before they hurriedly turned away.

"Ah, so I'm disturbing your colleagues."

"Yes, your employees. If your company takes a huge hit from poor performance due to lack of attentiveness from an entire department, you have no one to blame but yourself," she informed him in a no-nonsense tone.

Syaoran was laughing now.

"I think I can deal with the repercussions," he said but all the same went and twisted the blinds close.

"I don't think that's a good idea. You're going to leave everyone with the wrong impression," she pointed out with a sigh as she made her way towards him to twist it back open.

Before she could, he had already caught her by the waist and pulled her back. He hugged her close to him and bit her ear.

"I don't mind that," he whispered.

This made her face heat up.

"W-What are you doing?"

"I'm doing exactly what I want to do," he replied unhelpfully.

Sakura sighed and pushed him away. She turned to him with a serious and inquiring look. "You know what I mean," she said, rolling her eyes.

Syaoran didn't answer right away. He walked over behind Sakura's desk and sat on her chair to look at her from afar.

"Sakura, I don't easily trust women," he started. "I've dated a lot but the last serious relationship I got into was with a wealthy heiress three years ago who was attracted to me for the wrong reasons. Looks, status, money."

The way he emphasized the last word made Sakura's insides churn unpleasantly.

"It's been that way with every girl I've taken seriously. They don't always start that way but I suppose being with me got into their heads the wrong way overtime and of course I didn't like it. That's why I've always been cautious about getting serious with women ever since. Whenever I do start to get close to a woman, I become cautious and the second I get wind of them even attempting to use me, I end it."

She nodded mutely in understanding.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yes?"

"Are you after me for my looks, my status, or my money?" he asked. Although the question sounded quite rude, Sakura didn't think he sounded conceited in the slightest. If anything, the look on his face and the manner he was asking her looked like he was genuinely concerned about this and just wanted a straight answer.

"No," she replied softly and truthfully.

She wasn't lying, although her main purpose of coming after him was money-related, it wasn't his money but her father's.

It was only after a minute or so that Syaoran relaxed into her chair, a carefree and boyish grin now on his face. "Then let's have dinner tomorrow evening."

"So you're officially dating now!"

Once again, Tomoyo squealed. This had been going on and off the entire day. It was Saturday and it was only then that Sakura divulged to Tomoyo about all that took place the last two days, from Syaoran's sudden appearance in their department- a time when she was conveniently not present in the office floor when it happened -to their date the day after.

"We're not exactly dating yet Tomoyo."

This immediately stilled her. "What do you mean? You went on a date last night didn't you? How can you say you aren't dating?"

"Yes we went out for dinner but that's it. We didn't talk about our relationship or anything so I don't know what we are exactly."

"But you went on a date," Tomoyo repeated.

Sakura rolled her eyes.

"Yes, I'm very well aware that it was a date."

"So that means you're officially dating," she persisted.

"But I can't think of it as an official thing yet unless he says it. I mean, he never asked me or anything. It's all so unclear!"

"Did he kiss you good night when he dropped you off?"

"He had his driver drop me off," Sakura muttered. "He had to go meet some business partner or something for drinks afterwards."

Tomoyo's shoulders sagged. "How crude! He should have at least brought you home. I mean, it's his responsibility as your boyfriend!"

Sakura gave her a look. Has she heard nothing of what she had been saying all day? Syaoran never actually asked her to be his girlfriend. Not in a direct way, at least.

"Did you talk to him at all today?" Tomoyo asked, looking hopeful again. Her jubilant expression was instantly wiped off her face from Sakura's shake of the head. "What is that mean thinking?"

Sakura gave a long, resigned sigh. "Well, I should have expected this. Even if we went on a date, and even if I'm his girlfriend now- which I'm not even that sure about," she added with a look at Tomoyo, "he is still CEO of Li Corp. I doubt he'd have much free time on his hands to spend with me."

A frown adorned Tomoyo's face now as she let out a sigh of her own. "You have to talk it out with him Sakura. Bring it up with him and ask him point blank."

"I know."

"You think you can still manage marrying him before your birthday?"

Sakura winced at her words and remained silent.

"Well," Tomoyo said in a louder voice as she stood up. "I'm sure it'll all turn out right in the end."

"I hope so… Anyway, enough of the sad talk. How are you and your boyfriend? I still haven't met the guy by the way."

Tomoyo can't help but grin as she maneuvered around her kitchen to refill their cups of tea.

"I know! He's been coming over to my apartment quite often enough the last three and a half months, I can't believe you still haven't run into him."

"It is unusual. Are you sure you're just not keeping him from me? I won't steal him away you know," Sakura joked which made Tomoyo laugh.

Just the thought of her stealing her boyfriend was ridiculous. Sakura wasn't that kind of girl. If anything, she never even showed an interest in men until Syaoran and she only got into him because of her predicament with her father's money.

"He's even come to the office around five times now. I kicked him out almost every time though. I swear that man knows no shame. He walks into Li Corp. like he owns the place! If Syaoran ever catches him intruding, I'm willing to bet he'd have Eri arrested."

"Eri?" Sakura echoed. She had never thought about it until now but she never even knew Tomoyo's boyfriend's name until today.

"Mhmm!"

"I just realized, Tomoyo. This is the first time you actually mentioned his name. Is that a nickname or-" Sakura stopped when the doorbell rang. "Maybe it's your Eri?" she said teasingly.

"He's at work though."

"On a Saturday?"

She shrugged. "He is a doctor. Working hours isn't limited to weekdays if you're treating patients I guess."

Sakura knew nothing about the hospital setting so she nodded and went over to the door just as the door bell rang again.

"Coming!"

He pressed on the door bell again.

"Coming!"

When the door swung open, he grinned down at the girl with the stunned expression on her face.

"Hi!"

"Sakura? Who is it?"

Sakura stared at him blankly for a few seconds before her brain started to work again. "An uninvited guest," she shouted over her shoulder.

Syaoran chuckled.

"What are you doing here?"

"I seem to get that question a lot from you," he said with a raised brow.

She coughed and looked away. "I… I mean, I'm surprised you're here, that's all," she muttered under her breath.

Syaoran heard her though and smiled.

"Sakura? Who- Oh," Tomoyo, who was holding her refilled cup in her hands, stared at the couple.

"Care to introduce?" he told Sakura mildly earning him a frown.

"If you know where she lives, you obviously already know her," she pointed out with a jab at his chest.

Syaoran chuckled and looked over at Tomoyo. "Syaoran Li, CEO of Li Corp. It's a pleasure to finally meet you Ms. Daidouji." he said simply with a nod.

She bowed. "Tomoyo Daidouji. I'm the other Assistant Head of Human Resources and I work with Sakura."

"Yes, I am well aware of that. I've personally read your file as well."

Tomoyo grinned at him then at Sakura who was looking up at the ceiling as if it were the most interesting thing she had ever seen.

"Soooo," she said, seeing as her best friend didn't plan on saying or doing anything. "You're here for Sakura, am I correct Mr. Li?"

He nodded and grabbed Sakura by the wrist before pulling him to his side. "You don't' mind if I whisk her away do you?"

"Not at all! Whisk away!" Tomoyo said in a laughing tone.

"What if I don't want to be whisked?" Sakura demanded, trying to pull away from his firm grip on her.

Tomoyo rolled her eyes. "Oh Sakura, you know you want to go with him." She then looked up at Syaoran and said, "You know we were talking about you just now. You have to make things clear with Sakura. She keeps insisting that you two aren't a-"

"Okay!" Sakura announced loudly, deftly cutting off Tomoyo's little speech. "Why don't we go to my apartment then?"

Sakura pulled on Syaoran's sleeve and pushed him towards the opposite door a little ways down the corridor. She looked back at Tomoyo and widened her eyes at her in an incredulous manner before shutting her apartment door. She could still hear her laughter as she made her way towards her own apartment with Syaoran leisurely following her with his hands in his pockets.

Syaoran watched her as she pulled a key out of her pocket and stuffed it into the knob as if the thing had done her a personal wrong.

"Did your door knob commit a grave sin?"

She ignored his question and waved him in after her.

Syaoran chuckled at the distressed look on her face and entered.

"Make yourself at home," she said as she the first door to their left.

"Care to give me a little tour?"

Without waiting for an answer, he followed Sakura into the room she had just entered and stopped when his gaze landed on the walls. They were lined with shelves from floor to ceiling with shoes. All kinds of shoes.

There must have been around 200 pairs or so in total. From what he can see, most of them were of expensive brands as well.

"Shoe fetish?" he asked while Sakura placed the current pair of flats she was wearing onto an empty space.

"Sort of," she said with a small smile. "I splurge on shoes often."

"Don't tell me you spend all your earnings on shoes? I wouldn't have figured you to be that kind of girl."

"Not all of my money. Just a portion of it."

From what he's looking at, Syaoran highly doubted it.

"We can start the 'tour' here then. Follow me kind sir," she said with a curtsy which made him chuckle yet again.

Sakura led him through another door across from the door they entered from the entrance way. They were in her closet now and Syaoran thought it was even more extensive than her shoe room. The room was even bigger and he could clearly see that Sakura spent a lot on clothes and accessories as well.

"Overindulging a bit, aren't we?"

Sakura blushed and didn't reply.

Syaoran went over towards a glass table which held several pieces of jewelry displayed underneath. He could see a few pieces he recognized from Cartier. The room held all sorts of things from belts to hats to bags. Fashion wasn't exactly his forte but the brand labels made some of her things distinguishable. His sisters had enough things from Louis Vuitton and Chanel to have the designs imprinted in his head forever.

"Over here next!" Sakura called out from yet another door across the room.

The rest of her apartment was, surprisingly again, quite simple. It was easy enough for him to conclude that Sakura only spent a good deal of her money on fashion. Her bedroom, bathroom, living room, and kitchen weren't as extravagant as her closets. In fact, the rest of her place was designed and decorated so simply, if a burglar were to enter her place, there would be nothing of value to steal at first glance.

"Is there any reason why you spend so much on clothes and shoes but not on furnishing?" he asked when he sat on one of two simple couches that faced each other.

She sat across him. "A couch is for sitting. There's no point in spending so much for a couch like say, made of leather," she said with a brow raised at him, referring to ones in his office, "when simple velvet ones feel just as good."

"Then what's the point of buying a lot of really expensive shoes if all it does is provide you with the same thing?"

Sakura fell silent for a moment to think. It was only after a full minute that she gave her answer. "I like shoes."

Syaoran laughed.

"You don't think I'm a shallow person or something for having a keen interest in fashion, right?"

In truth, that's what Syaoran thought of women who put too much regard on outward appearances.

"No," he said after a moment's consideration. "I can still tell you're different."

Sakura gave him a confused look which only made him grin.

"Do you want anything to drink?"

"Do you actually have anything in your fridge?" he joked. She stuck her tongue at him as she made her way to the kitchen.

"Oh ha-ha. I may not spend much on things around the house but I do spend enough for food you know," she called out defensively. "Let's see… I have tea, lemonade, soda, and beer."

"Beer."

Sakura took two bottles, opened them and handed him one just as his cell phone began ringing.

Syaoran sighed as the name flashed on the screen. "Give me a sec."

'He really is a CEO I guess,' she told herself when she sat back down and started sipping her drink. Syaoran had gone to the far side of the room to take the call. 'And he even works on weekends,' she concluded from his attire. He was wearing his usual tailored suit, a dark gray this time, although he had taken off the jacket earlier when they entered her apartment.

She smiled as he watched his face take on different expressions one after another, almost all of which were serious. Right now, he had an irritated scowl on his face which was aimed at her beige colored curtains.

Now it was getting even harder to believe. Syaoran was in her apartment. He was actually here with her… And they were alone.

A blush crept up Sakura's face instantly as the realization finally hit her. Not only that, but he had been pleasantly talking to her as well, as if the fact that he was there was such a normal thing. She still found it too good to be true. Working for Syaoran, she already figured out how true the rumors were surrounding him. His attitude was positively lethal with almost everyone. Seeing him around the office and how he treated everyone proved to her how serious he usually was yet now, she can't even imagine them both going back to the days when they can't even carry a normal and casual conversation. She had already gotten so used to him smiling and laughing when they were together.

"Sakura?"

The sound of his voice instantly snapped her out of her reverie.

"Sorry," she murmured. "I was just… Uhm… Remember something."

"Was it good?" Syaoran asked as he took a sip of his own beer and sat back down.

"What was?" she asked blankly.

"Whatever it was you remembered."

The blush on her face intensified.

Syaoran raised a brow at this observation. "What is it?"

"Nothing."

"You're blushing."

"I am aware of that."

"What did you remember?"

Sakura sighed. Was he persistent or what?

"Just remembered how you were like with me before. It's just the way you talk and act around other people. You're always so serious. It's hard not to feel intimidated around you."

Syaoran nodded in understanding. "I kept up with that pretense when I got into the business at a young age and wanted to be taken seriously. It stuck to my professional personality, I suppose. It does suit my position considering almost all the people I deal with are twice my age."

Sakura gave a small snort and drank from her bottle to hide her smile.

"What?"

She shook her head.

"What?" he persisted yet again.

"I just find it all funny now."

"Funny? Me?" he asked with mock incredulity. It obviously wasn't what Sakura meant but she went along with him and nodded.

She started giggling now and only stopped when she suddenly found herself pinned onto the couch with Syaoran hovering over her. A boyish grin was on his face. She stopped giggling instantly.

"It's refreshing to be with you," he admitted truthfully. "All we've been doing together is talk, save for kissing two times. Each time I talk to you though, I find myself getting even more relaxed and comfortable. You're easy to open up to Sakura."

Syaoran took her bottle and settled it onto the table beside his and sat next to her.

"So what was Daidouji-san saying earlier before you rudely interrupted her?" he asked, pulling her across his lap to rest her head onto the crook of his neck.

He could feel the heat of her face as she hid her face under his chin.

"You blush easily," he observed. Sakura slapped his chest lightly in reply. "So what did she say?"

"You're really persistent. Did you know that?"

"I may have been told that once or twice."

Sakura snorted in a very unladylike manner.

"Okay I get told that often. Now what did she say? She said something about making things clear with you."

"About us."

"What about us?"

"If… If we're actually dating officially," she mumbled.

Syaoran pulled her back.

Sakura was surprised to see a glare on his handsome face. She never had that directed at her for a while now. It was quite normal to see him glaring at people or no one in particular at work, but never was it directed at her. She had been the recipient of such a look during a few random moments at work but it was only when he was in a foul mood because of something or someone else.

She decided she never wanted to be the reason and object of such a look.

"What's wrong?"

"What do you mean by what you said? You don't think we're dating officially?"

"Well, you never exactly made it clear to me."

"We went on a date last night."

"Yes but I thought it was just for dinner. Just dinner."

Syaoran sighed. "What else was I supposed to do? Did all your ex-boyfriends have to do something to make it official or something?"

"I never even had a boyfriend before," she muttered in a very small voice. But Syaoran caught her words.

He pulled her face to look at him straight in the eye. "Are you serious?"

"Serious about what?" Her face was turning red again.

"About you not having a boyfriend before," he said, trying to keep the impatience and incredulity out of his voice. How was that possible? Sakura, a woman of her caliber, never had even one intimate relationship with a guy?

"Yes." Sakura pulled away from him and slid back to a proper seat beside him.

"My childhood was… Unique," she explained. "And I never found the need or desire to be intimate with anyone. Mind you, it worried the hell out of my father up until he…" Sakura trailed away.

The constant conversations she had with her father including the last one she had with him was about her relationships which led her to this predicament with Syaoran in the first place.

Syaoran ran his hand through his hair. He was still surprised. Sakura was already 26 years old. He can't even begin to recount all the things he's done from his boyhood until that age and she on the other hand had done nothing. He sat up immediately and pulled her by the chin to look at him again.

"W-What?" she asked, immediately getting uncomfortable by the look he was giving her.

"So I was your first kiss?" he asked. The look on his face was very serious although the feeling he was getting inside was anything but.

"Well… No," she admitted, still with a faint blush. "I've kissed before, though most of it happened without my permission. I haven't had a boyfriend but I've tried dating a few times. None of it ever ended well though. I only went along with them to ease my dad's worrying. And most of the guys were all a pain in my ass. I'm not trying to sound like a brag or anything but I figured almost all of them were only after me for my looks. I never dated anyone more than once."

Syaoran grinned hearing this. She had never dated anyone twice. Her view on men was nearly as bad as his view on women.

He still found her boldness to pursue him before as odd considering all the facts now, but there's no way she'd have undesirable motives for wanting to date him if her own opinion on dating men were so severe, right?

"So why did you come after me?"

"I… What?"

"Sakura it was quite obvious you were into me. Even Eriol pointed it out during the masquerade party. You even kissed me first. So what's so different about me from the men you've dated?"

Sakura bit her lip. She couldn't very well tell him the reason she even dared to go near him was her father's money. "You're handsome." Syaoran's face remained inquiring, obviously not content with that answer alone. "And although I learned of it much later, you're actually a really nice person, which surprised me. You're also down to earth and quite passionate especially towards your job. Your accomplishments not only impressed me but it made me admire you even more."

All the words she had told him were true. Although it didn't necessarily answer his question as to why she went after him in the first place, she hoped her other admissions would take his mind away from his original inquiry.

"I think I'll need you to praise me a lot more often." A smile was playing in the corner of his lips now. "I get compliments often but coming from you, I like hearing it better."

She couldn't help but giggle.

"You're my girlfriend now Sakura," Syaoran suddenly stated in a more serious tone.

His face held a sincere smile but the look on his eyes was so intense that even if he hadn't exactly asked for her consent on the matter, it was hard to argue with him.

Sakura nodded. "And you're my boyfriend."

"That I am," he said before lowering his lips onto hers.

The first kiss they shared was clumsy. There was no other way to describe it. Sakura's inexperience at initiating kisses and Syaoran's surprise at that time made it so.

Their second kiss was nothing short of fiery and hot. Passion had consumed both of them then.

This kiss, their third kiss, sealed their relationship and it was simple and chaste.

Syaoran held onto Sakura's face as she wrapped her arms around his neck. They kissed and felt the softness of each other's lips. It only lasted for a few short seconds before they pulled apart, now both smiling at each other.

"I have one more question," Syaoran asked as he pulled Sakura back to sit across his lap.

"What is it?"

"You said you never had boyfriends before." She nodded against his shoulder. "So that means you're still a…?"

It didn't take Sakura long to realize what he meant by his statement.

Her head snapped up to look at him. His eyes were wide in apparent wonder but the wide grin he had on his face ruined his seemingly innocent curiosity. He was teasing her.

Sakura's face had never been as red as it was at that moment.

"So you really are still a-"

She clamped a hand over his mouth and deftly shut him up from saying the word.

His eyes were twinkling in obvious amusement and delight now.

'How embarrassing,' she thought in horror at what could possibly be going on inside the man's head. Now of all times she wished he'd go back to the usual frown he wore at work.

Syaoran was trying to pry her hand away from his mouth which she only reinforced with her other hand.

"Don't you dare say the word," she said warningly. Sakura wasn't exactly embarrassed but she definitely didn't want to hear him say anything about the matter.

She could feel his mouth form a grin from beneath her hands before she felt his tongue lick her palms. Sakura yelped and pulled away in surprise.

"Didn't think I'd do that now did you?" he said with a childish gloat to his tone. "As I was saying, you mean to tell me that you're really still a full-fledged v-"

Syaoran was cut off again as Sakura pulled him by his shirt collar and planted a forceful kiss on him. His eyes widened in surprise for a moment before he gave in and let her have her way by pulling her closer to him and returning the kiss.

It didn't take long for the hard kiss to slowly turn more erratic and fervent. Their tongues were waging a war on their own now with Sakura's hand running through Syaoran's thick, messy hair.

When she felt Syaoran's warm hands touch the bare skin on her back, however, she pulled away and looked at him straight in the eye.

"Tease me about it again and I'll definitely stay a virgin forever."

Sakura had meant to say that seriously but seeing the still darkened haze in his eyes made her smile instead. At least she knew she wasn't the only one so affected by their kissing.

She gave him a small peck on the cheek and slid off his lap.

Author's Note:

Thank you to everyone who left a review! Rest assured I read them all from the short ones to the long ones. I really do appreciate it and I enjoyed reading each and everyone of them.

See you in the next chapter!

Raeny