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Adult
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1
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2,839
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1
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I do not own Tsubasa, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Take Me
Chapter One
Sakura stepped quietly down the hall. Shadows played around on the walls, making her hesitate in fear. Then, gathering her courage, she opened the door to Syaoran's room.
"Syaoran-kun?" she whispered.
Syaoran woke up at the sound of her voice. "Hime? Is that you? What are you doing here at this time of night?"
"I was scared. It's too quiet. Mokona's not sleeping with me, and . . . I'm lonely." Sakura timidly took a step forward. "Can I . . . stay here for the night? Syaoran-kun?"
"Alright."
They lay back to back, not touching. Both were acutely aware of the other's breathing. Finally, Sakura broke the silence.
"Syaoran-kun . . . I think I remember."
"Remember what?" Syaoran turned over. Sakura continued lying with her back to him.
"Before Yuuko-san took away my memories of you . . . I think I was in love with you." Her cheeks flushed a little, and she rolled over to face him. Their faces were just inches apart. "I'm almost sure. Even if I can't remember you, I . . . I love . . ."
Syaoran drew her to him and kissed her. Their tongues intertwined, and for the first time in their lives, Sakura and Syaoran felt pure bliss.
They shed their clothes, and continued kissing. Sakura rested her head on his shoulder. They were so close that their hair was mingling. "Take me," she breathed into his ear. "Please, Syaoran-kun . . . take me . . ."
Syaoran ran his hand through her hair wordlessly, and pulled her on top of him.
Suddenly, when he tried to penetrate her opening, Sakura let out a cry.
"I'm hurting you! Maybe we should stop . . ." Syaoran said.
"No, no, please keep going . . . I'm fine . . ." Sakura whispered, biting her lip.
As carefully as he could, Syaoran eased her downward further on his erection. Sakura shut her eyes, and willed herself not to cry out again.
She could feel Syaoran getting bigger inside her delicate, sore opening. It felt so right, to have him inside her. Sakura started moving up and down, as if she'd done this all her life. Syaoran let out a moan of pleasure. A tingle passed between Sakura's legs, something she had never felt before. She continued.
Gradually, she felt hotness, an intense warmth. Syaoran's body tensed, and something, fluid and thick, shot into her. At the same time, she felt herself shaking, and completely overwhelmed with emotion and desire.
"I came too early," Syaoran said, sounding upset.
Sakura bent down and kissed him. "No you didn't, Syaoran-kun. Let's do this again tomorrow night, okay?"
She rolled off him. He enveloped her with his arms and cuddled her slender form. Slowly, they both fell asleep.
Sakura stepped quietly down the hall. Shadows played around on the walls, making her hesitate in fear. Then, gathering her courage, she opened the door to Syaoran's room.
"Syaoran-kun?" she whispered.
Syaoran woke up at the sound of her voice. "Hime? Is that you? What are you doing here at this time of night?"
"I was scared. It's too quiet. Mokona's not sleeping with me, and . . . I'm lonely." Sakura timidly took a step forward. "Can I . . . stay here for the night? Syaoran-kun?"
"Alright."
They lay back to back, not touching. Both were acutely aware of the other's breathing. Finally, Sakura broke the silence.
"Syaoran-kun . . . I think I remember."
"Remember what?" Syaoran turned over. Sakura continued lying with her back to him.
"Before Yuuko-san took away my memories of you . . . I think I was in love with you." Her cheeks flushed a little, and she rolled over to face him. Their faces were just inches apart. "I'm almost sure. Even if I can't remember you, I . . . I love . . ."
Syaoran drew her to him and kissed her. Their tongues intertwined, and for the first time in their lives, Sakura and Syaoran felt pure bliss.
They shed their clothes, and continued kissing. Sakura rested her head on his shoulder. They were so close that their hair was mingling. "Take me," she breathed into his ear. "Please, Syaoran-kun . . . take me . . ."
Syaoran ran his hand through her hair wordlessly, and pulled her on top of him.
Suddenly, when he tried to penetrate her opening, Sakura let out a cry.
"I'm hurting you! Maybe we should stop . . ." Syaoran said.
"No, no, please keep going . . . I'm fine . . ." Sakura whispered, biting her lip.
As carefully as he could, Syaoran eased her downward further on his erection. Sakura shut her eyes, and willed herself not to cry out again.
She could feel Syaoran getting bigger inside her delicate, sore opening. It felt so right, to have him inside her. Sakura started moving up and down, as if she'd done this all her life. Syaoran let out a moan of pleasure. A tingle passed between Sakura's legs, something she had never felt before. She continued.
Gradually, she felt hotness, an intense warmth. Syaoran's body tensed, and something, fluid and thick, shot into her. At the same time, she felt herself shaking, and completely overwhelmed with emotion and desire.
"I came too early," Syaoran said, sounding upset.
Sakura bent down and kissed him. "No you didn't, Syaoran-kun. Let's do this again tomorrow night, okay?"
She rolled off him. He enveloped her with his arms and cuddled her slender form. Slowly, they both fell asleep.