Disclaimer: Card Captor Sakura does not belong to me. The day they do, my professors would stop giving me assignments and tests, Johnny Depp would step in front of my door and profess his undying love for me and a flying purple monkey will zoom around the city.

I'm sorry for those who had been waiting patiently. I know I haven't update for the longest of time and I am seriously reflecting. Forgive me, okay?

Syaoran sat on the bed, leaning slightly and watched as his wife paced their chambers. She kept glancing discretely at him as if he would pounce on her with the slightest provocation. Syaoran admitted that he was tempted but his decision was made. Syaoran smiled, deciding he would put her out of her misery.

"Come to bed, wife." Syaoran called and watched as Sakura's shoulders stiffened.

Sakura obeyed him nonetheless and stopped only when she stood in front of him, looking resigned. Syaoran stood, allowing their bodies to touch. Sakura's eyes widened when he suddenly loomed before her, her eyes seeking his. He smiled in assurance, his eyes tracing the stubborn tilt of her chin and the fullness of her lips.

Sakura blushed but nonetheless, she held his gaze. Even when she knew she would get a crick in her neck. She was too entranced to look away. Syaoran reached for a lock of her hair and Sakura had to wonder about his fascination with it. He always seemed to touch them whenever she was near.

"Relax. I'm not going to bed you tonight." Syaoran said gently.

She looked like she was given a reprieve from a death sentence and Syaoran briefly wondered if he should take exception. He settled on chuckling instead.

"What do you know about the marriage bed, Sakura?" Syaoran asked curiously. What could she hear that caused this type of reaction?

Sakura blushed and refused to meet his eyes. Syaoran grinned at his wife's obvious embarrassment. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him. Sakura immediately clutch at his shoulders for balance, she shivered when hot breath caressed the sensitive spot on her neck. Even when he told himself he can't bed her, yet, doesn't mean he can't hold her.

Sakura was one step of dying from mortification when Nadeshiko had offered to tell her about the marriage bed. Her mother had enjoyed teasing her and when she begged her not to tell the details, Nadeshiko had gave her one advice.

"Trust your husband and let him lead until you get the hang of it." Sakura repeated.

Syaoran laughed, he couldn't help himself. He had to admit it was a sound advice. Let him lead, huh? Put your arms around me. Perfect. Kiss me. Moan my name. Undress me..Give in to me.. Syaoran shook his head to get rid of that particular fantasy.

"You don't want to bed me?" Sakura frowned, trying to understand. It is natural for her to fret about something she didn't know but her worrying was wasted. He didn't even want her. Well, maybe he did want her. He was, after all, holding her in his arms, hands rubbing soothing circles on her back, almost making her purr in content. Still, that didn't explain anything.

"Oh, I want." Syaoran groaned, answering her question. "But we're going to start riding tomorrow. Word of our marriage will reach Damion and he will retaliate. If I bed you tonight, you will be sore when we're forced to ride hard."

Sakura's eyes widened. "Why would I be sore?"

"Well, when I.." Syaoran took a deep breath to grasp at his slipping control. He would show her later, he promised himself. "I am not going to have this conversation with you now."

Sakura looked bemused but thankfully she let the matter drop.

"Did you manage to find anything when Damion came?" Sakura asked curiously. Now that the chaos had died down a little bit, the question had suddenly presented itself.

Syaoran smirked. "I managed to confirm our suspicion. Thurog is the ones behind the ambushes and attacks. As far as we concern, Damion is only one of his pawns. He can't possibly be the mastermind. He doesn't have the brains."

Sakura bristled when she heard Thurog's name. "I knew I should have kicked him harder. Animals like that don't deserve to breed."

Syaoran tightened his hold comfortingly. The Fire prince would get his due sooner rather than later and Syaoran would prefer if he was the one delivering the punishment.

Sakura stifled a moan when Syaoran managed to smooth out a knot near the small of her back. She fought against her disappointment when Syaoran's hold on her loosened. Pity, it had felt really good.

Syaoran laughed. She was so honest of her reaction to him and he couldn't stop himself even if he wanted too. He tilted her head upwards. Sakura could feel heart skipped when she saw his smirk, the way his eyes was dark with intent. He is really attractive. All thoughts flew from her head when warm lips covered hers. The kiss was sweet and gradually grew in intensity. Syaoran nibbled softly on her bottom lip when she needed to breathe and then he would continue his ministrations.

Sakura's hands tangled in his hair and one of Syaoran's hands cupped against her nape, holding her against him. Sakura had no intention of going anywhere. Syaoran pulled back, placing lingering kisses on her lips and admired his work. Sakura's gaze was glazed and her lips were thoroughly kissed. She looked bemused and alarmingly adorable.

Sakura let out a small 'eep' when Syaoran picked her up and walked towards the bed, her arms secured around his neck. Syaoran placed her gently on one side of the bed, purposely choosing to sleep where the bed was closest to the door and settled himself next to her. He pulled her body against his, ignoring her protests and placed his chin on top of her head. Sakura pushed at his chest, just enough so she could see his face.

Syaoran chuckled when he saw her glare, pulling her tighter against him and sighed in content. He closed his eyes in an attempt to sleep but he could still feel her gaze on him.

"Why are you still glaring, wife?" Syaoran murmured softly, dipping his head to rest at the crook of her neck.

Sakura squeak when she felt his lips grazing the sensitive skin there.

"You didn't answer my question." Sakura squirmed fruitlessly against him.

"Oh?"

"You don't want to bed me because you were thinking of me?" Sakura clarified, expression clearly confused.

"I was also thinking of everyone else. You became cranky when you're hungry; I could only imagine what you would be like after riding a full day with your soreness." Syaoran teased.

"Why would I be sore again?" Curiosity evident in her voice; slyness evident in her tone.

Syaoran winced and started to rub her back again, much to Sakura's delight. She pressed closer to him and let out a little sigh.

"I promise I'll show you later. Would you accept that?"

"As long as you don't stop." Sakura compromised.

Syaoran agreed silently and filed the information for future use. 'Weak to back rubs.'

He woke to the feel of Sakura pressed against his and he immediately decided that he liked it. He didn't mind waking up like this, her body soft and warm against his. Somehow during the night, they had managed to tangle their legs together. And also their sheets. Sakura's breath was caressing his throat and his hand was buried in her soft hair.

Predicting it was near dawn from the barest hint of light he could see between the curtains, Syaoran gently flipped so that he was hovering over his wife. Sakura blinked sleepily, his movements managed to jar her from her dreams. She started at the body pressing lightly over hers before she realized that she had married the day before. Sakura rubbed her eyes sleepily. 'That was a stupid thing to forget.'

Sakura blinked and had only managed to ignore her husband's melt-worthy, devilish smile by concentrating on waking her body up. She stretched absently and blinked the sleepiness away. Her hands clenched involuntarily in Syaoran's soft tunic when he began placing small kisses on her jaw. He only laughed when she swatted him away and grumbled something about 'confusing' and 'too early in the morning'.

They had prepared to go down and have an early breakfast at Syaoran's insistence. Syaoran offered his arm and Sakura accepted, smiling softly at him, missing his playful smile. He immediately took hold of her hand instead and clasped their hands together. Sakura blushed when she heard the maids giggled and said something suspiciously like 'Newlyweds'.

Sakura had already planned to make a little detour and she stopped at the stairs. She asked Syaoran to go on ahead without her, promising to join him soon. Syaoran insisted on accompanying her and she relented when he refused to untangle their fingers.

"It's nothing. I just have something to do." Sakura argued on their way up the stairs.

"My curiosity is pricked. There's nothing you can do. Or are you already keeping secrets from me, wife?" Syaoran smiled teasingly.

"Don't be ridiculous." Sakura huffed. "I just thought you are hungry."

"I'm not that hungry." Syaoran's thumb caressed her hand softly.

Sakura laughed in disbelief but regardless she led him on the castle's rooftop. A small, simple area was designed on the rooftop; perhaps solely for the view. It seemed to overlook the whole country and the sun was just about to rise. His wife was gazing at the forests below before licking the end of her index finger and held it in the air as if to test the wind. Syaoran watched silently, curious on her behavior.

"The wind direction is good." Sakura commented to no one in particular.

Syaoran tensed when she started drawing on her magic. He was just about to stop her when she started speaking.

"The war was about to start. The forest needs to be protected and it would in turn help in the upcoming battle. This had been my duty for the past year." She glanced at Syaoran from underneath her lashes.

Syaoran nodded. He had heard of it. The Wild folk could command their forest, to a certain degree. He was not quite sure what it entails though.

Sakura drew a breath, putting magic in her voice.

"Sleep. Sleep Forest of the Ice. When the time comes you would once again be awakened. Cease the fresh water underground. Cease the bearing of fruits and flowers. Cease the noises and rest. Sleep.."

Sakura's soft voice and coaxing words were pleasing on the ears and Syaoran couldn't help but to be entranced. He focused on the noises of the forest and sure enough, slowly but surely the natural noises died down.

Sakura allowed the wind to carry her voice to the forest; knowing the forest would heed to her. The animals would go into hibernation. They would hide themselves deep or high up from the ground. The animals that don't hibernate would migrate to another safe area and return when the forest was awakened.

The wind whipped her hair gently and Sakura smiled. A royal decree had been sent to all the villagers and a warning had been set up that the 'freezing' of the forest would occur today. None of them would dare enter them until the forest was brought back to life. Satisfied, Sakura walked towards Syaoran and led him downstairs for breakfast.

"The forest would only bear poisonous fruits. It's their defense mechanism. Sean and Damion would send assassins but our gates are barred without the proper identification. They would have no choice to camp in the forests and if they chose not to return to their respective home, they will die from poisoning or starvation."

Syaoran chuckled and put an arm around her shoulders; inadvertently pulling her closer.

"Is that glee I hear in your voice?" Syaoran teased.

Sakura sputtered a bit before relenting. "You have to admit that it was clever."

Syaoran silently agreed. He stole a glance at his wife while she remains oblivious. Syaoran frowned. He didn't want to pick a fight with her so early in the morning about her using her magic excessively. She seemed fine and a lecture would definitely annoy her. Besides he was really hungry.

Sakura gritted her teeth in frustration. Their procession consisted of twelve Ice knights and they had ridden hard for a half day to join their army at camp. Riding wasn't a problem for her but the exhaustion from her use of magic earlier was pressing heavily against her and she was sure that she was on the verge of collapsing from her horse.

Falling on her head would be a problem wouldn't it? She couldn't even think straight anymore and her eyelids were getting heavier. Why is it not a good idea to just close her eyes again? Oh, the danger of falling on her head. Why is it such a bad thing again?

"Stop!"

The procession came to a screeching halt and immediately drew their swords, alert for any signs of trouble. Sakura threw her rein at her nearest knight and proceeded to climb on Syaoran's horse, ignoring his puzzled expression. Syaoran immediately helped her up and deposited her on his lap.

"Proceed." Sakura yawned. Her knights were terrible a hiding their grin and Sakura glared at them half-heartedly before settling herself more comfortably against her current pillow. Her pillow chuckled.

"I was wondering when you will stop being so stubborn." Syaoran lowered his lips to her ear so that she could hear him over the roaring wind.

He pulled his cloak around her for extra warmth and tucked her against him. Sakura wrapped her arms around his waist for support before yawning again.

"It doesn't matter now. I am already here." Sakura grumbled.

Syaoran grinned and tucked her head beneath his chin. Sakura succumbed to sleep immediately and Syaoran listened to her soft, even breathing, ensuring sleep was all she needed. Sakura rubbed her cheek against his tunic unconsciously and Syaoran smiled.

"Indeed you are."

Sakura gazed at the tents illuminated by lanterns. Night had already fallen and the sight was enchanting. She could hear the murmurs that stood for conversation and she could hear laughter as the soldiers rest for the night. Syaoran led his horse besides her and smiled.

"We're here."

Syaoran held out his hand once he had dismounted, clearly planning on assisting Sakura off her horse and Sakura accepted. Her legs felt a bit shaky from the long ride and she was grateful for his consideration. He held on her waist for balance and when his hands lingered longer than they should, she started glaring. Syaoran chuckled and abide by her not-so-subtle wish.

A knight came to greet them and showed them their tent. Refreshments were served and Sakura use the opportunity to stretch her legs. Syaoran watched her for a while before grabbing her hand.

"Come."

Syaoran led her to the platform at the center of the camp and pulled her against him so close that their sides touched. He kept an arm around her waist and waited. Sakura stiffened involuntarily, not used to the intimacy. In public nonetheless. His warmth was soothing though and he smelled nice. Her body began to loosen up.

"You are safe by my side Sakura. There's no danger here." Syaoran whispered in her ear, noticing her obvious distress.

"I know I am safe, Syaoran. You promised to keep me safe, remember?" Sakura retorted back, careful on keeping her voice low enough for only her husband's ear. And she relaxed completely. Syaoran grinned, obviously pleased.

"What are we doing?" Sakura asked.

"You'll see."

Soldiers had started to gather around them. As far as the eyes can see. Syaoran lifted a fist high on the air, a signal that he wishes to speak and the soldiers fell silent. Sakura could see that some soldiers were still wearing their armors and she recognized some of them as the Dark soldiers. Syaoran watched at his wife unabashed curiosity and grinned.

"My wife." Syoran declared, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Sakura's eyes widened and her mouth formed a small 'o'. The cheers resulted from the proclamation was deafening as the two armies combined their voices and she could clearly hear the stray wolf whistles in the crowd. Sakura could feel her face burning and she punched Syaoran lightly on his shoulder.

He was introducing his wife and queen to his army and inadvertently introducing himself as her husband and king to her armies. It was neatly done, she had to admit but a little warning would be nice. Syaoran's hold on her tightened possessively as the cheers continued around them. He was also challenging anyone to deny his claim.

"Idiot." Sakura mumbled affectionately. No one would dare.

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