Tattooed

Summary: "I've lost everything to drugs, do you know that?" Sakura told him with tears in her eyes. "The funny thing is I've never even touched a drug in my life and yet it destroyed me. It took everything." She turned to face him then. "Please, don't let it take you away from me. I won't be able to handle it, not this time, not again." S x S.

Author's Note: Fashion Fairy 26, SweetSeductionCherryB, deadflo, teru21, Zereith: I'm preparing to be hated.

My bestie is a blessing in disguise. Nothing could be as awesome as her.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

xxx.

Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
You know, you know I love you so,
You know I love you so.

- Yellow (acoustic)/Coldplay

Syaoran gazed longingly at Sakura as she cleaned the kitchen counter twice over. Something about the way she was cleaning... made him want to get up and stop her, hold her, touch her. God, it was so ravenously tiring to be in love. Did it always feel this... exasperatingly good? It was like he was on a constant high, always, thinking about her, wanting to be with her, undressing her in his head and then dressing her back just to do it again. It was like he was someplace else, not on Earth, not with the others doing menial things.

No, Syaoran Li was busy loving Sakura Kinomoto.

Sakura was now loading up the dish washer. The clatter of dishes and things was annoying, but Syaoran barely heard it. The head of auburn hair locked away in a bun and a particularly enticing set of spaghetti strapped shoulders was all he saw. Before he knew it, he was up and ready to touch her.

Right behind Sakura he wavered. He needed to be more patient, a little less pushy. Alluring as she was, she was still a virgin. No matter how good her fingers felt on his scalp as they kissed and nipped and suckled, they still had boundaries; clear, distinct and very important boundaries.

A gasp, and then a shove back to the counter brought Syaoran out of his stupor. How long had been staring?

"Sorry," he mumbled before looking away at the clock on the wall. Kero had to be locked away while Sakura cleaned. Apparently the dog was in her way.

"Its fine," Sakura told him. "Honestly, there's no reason to sneak up on me."

Syaoran nodded as Sakura turned to wipe the stove, and then cleaned out the oven.

"You love to clean," he noticed. How long had that OCD gone by without notice? It was the sexy teacher allure that kept it from him, it and other secrets she was keeping.

"I don't love to clean. I like things clean."

"You also love to organize," Syaoran looked at the bookshelf on the far wall. It had all the books categorized alphabetically according to genre. Of course, there was the shelf with the children's assignments, book reviews, test papers, quiz ideas and what not. Then there was her weirdly colour coded and organized closet space.

Syaoran smirked.

Sakura was a freak.

"Not as much as your sister," Sakura turned to face him now. "No one organizes like Fanren Li,"

"No one but you," he told her as he stepped forward and smiled, their faces close, their bodies closer. "Kiss me,"

"Why?"

"Because... I missed you this week." Syaoran told her as he twirled one strand of hair around his finger.

"I missed you more," Sakura brought her lips close to his for a kiss before Syaoran pulled away. His mind screamed in agony as the slight distance between them brought him pain. It was electric, and somehow felt better than kissing or even touching.

Slowly the bun came lose as he removed the clip that restrained her hair. It fell clumsily over her shoulders as he lightly touched the nape of her neck, enjoying the way her eyes closed as they grinded. A small feel of desperation clawed at him, wanting to move things along. She was here, she was willing and she was his. What more did they need?

"Kiss me," this time it was Sakura who said that. Syaoran smiled teasingly. His tongue traced the plump of her lips as they each felt warm skin beneath the layers of clothes. Syaoran arched back at the feel of her nails grazing their way across his back. Dear lord that always felt so good.

"You know, this friend of mine said something very interesting once," Syaoran started with a slight husk to his voice. Sakura brought his face close to hers with a firm grasp. Even his blood was aching for the kiss now. Why, though? Why did the need to kiss Sakura feel so overpowering?

"He said that I might've found myself a muse." Syaoran told her and watched her expression.

"I'm sure you've had a million of those," Sakura brushed off before loosening her hold on him and ready to let go. Syaoran brought her back with force.

"I didn't believe it," Syaoran said. "Muses are supposed to be... enchanting, mind boggling and... well, I found it many times over, so you're right. I did have a million and more muses."

Sakura didn't look at him now.

"You're the only one who's actually made it on to a canvas though, let alone my living room wall."

Sakura looked at him then. Syaoran wanted to smile, but the sight of her lips made him dizzy. Knowing how good each kiss felt was intoxicating. Every little kiss was breathtaking.

To test the waters, just to see if he could resist, he brought his lips to Sakura and lightly kissed her. A light kiss that could barely even be counted for a kiss and yet, the feel of breaking the kiss was painful. It was electric and intense, unyielding in its hold for the other. It didn't fade as the seconds passed and only made him ache.

"Do you feel that?" he whispered to her as they kissed once more and then twice... then again and again and again. Breathlessly he kissed with her with the resolve to break away, to stop and put some distance between them.

One more kiss, he told himself. Just one more...

"Do you feel your pulse spike every time I bring my lips closer to yours?" Syaoran asked with his lips near hers. Then, again, they kissed. "Does it hurt when I stop?"

Sakura made to kiss him, Syaoran pulled slightly away.

"Do you feel it?" Syaoran asked her as their eyes met. Sakura nodded.

"I can't stop," Sakura whispered as she brought his mouth to hers in a way that brought pain that could easily be mistaken for pleasure.

"I can't stop," she told him as he took off her flimsy top and unclasped her bra.

"So good," Sakura assured him as he carried her off to the couch, half naked as well. "It has never been so good."

"Hmm," he agreed. Nothing can ever be this good, of that Syaoran was sure.

This couch, right here, in the middle of Sakura's organized mess, was officially Syaoran's happy place.

*.*

Sakura was supposed to pick up Syaoran from the college gate. She lost her way, fumbled through the roads and fought with the map app on her phone before somehow making it there. She parked and waited and watched as some students walked into the campus. Should she go see if he was still in there? No, he'd come out when he was done.

After typing out a text stating she was there, waiting, she sat and simply listened to the old Frank Sinatra CD she'd found in Syaoran's apartment. Who knew Syaoran had it in him?

Looking at the rear view mirror she caught sight of a girl following a boy just outside the college gate. Sakura smiled. It was Syaoran.

A little frown settled on her brow as she saw them talking, probably even arguing. Syaoran was faced away from her now, and Sakura wondered. She decided to check it out for herself.

She walked to them with care, knowing Syaoran didn't generally mingle with anyone. His friends were... few in numbers, as far as she knew. Maybe a girl from his class?

"...would it be... if you just—"

"No!" Syaoran's shout was clear and loud. "I fucking said no, so will you fuck off?"

Sakura was slightly taken aback. She'd never heard him curse at anybody like that.

"Really, Syaoran, you're making a scene. And please, don't pretend as though you didn't like it." A deep, British accented voice replied. Sakura didn't like that voice.

"I don't fucking remember it to like it, I was that high." Syaoran shoved her away as she came to him.

"How could you not remember?" Sakura didn't like the girl immediately after the way she'd said that sentence. Sakura now stood a few feet away from them, waiting for Syaoran to finish.

Finish what, exactly?

"I just don't,"

"Why not try to recreate the memory then?" the girl used a tone that bordered on desperate and brought her hands around Syaoran's waist.

"That was the last time I got high, Nakuru, and that's definitely the last time I ever touch you."

The gasp was involuntary.

Last time he got high?

"It was a mistake,"

Sakura stepped back as Syaoran turned around and walked forward, the mystery girl now frozen in place.

"Sakura!"

"A bunch of people..."

Why did this somehow feel like a betrayal? She took one look into his eyes and hated the way he was shaking his head, like he was denying what she was thinking.

He'd...

"Sakura let me—"

"I have to go. I'll- call you."

Sakura took the whole ride back home, alone, with not a sound in the car to finally realize that she'd been the one to say that.

Do you know?
For you I'd bleed myself dry,
For you I'd bleed myself dry.

Will it help if I say it might get better?

Might.

QUESTION: Has your better half ever made you jealous?

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