Pumping full of fics today… had to get this on paper before finals squished it out of me. Dedicated to the two passions of my life: coffee, and Syaoran.

"Neeeee, Syaoran?" Sakura peered over her oversized pink mug with a crazed monkey decal. At least, Syaoran said it was crazed. It just looked kawaii to Sakura.

Syaoran grunted as he set down his matching green mug, the newspaper fluttering as he turned the page.

"Do… Do you think you…" Sakura paused, playing with the hem of her white tank top as she glanced down, her cheeks flushing pink.

Syaoran turned to her curiously. "What is it?"

"N-nothing!" she flashed a hearty grin, hoping he'd buy it. She awkwardly tried to hide her blush by sinking deeper into the mug, choking as she splashed some of her coffee down her top. "Iteeee! It's so hot!"

Syaoran, armed with a lifetime of perfecting his reflexes, jumped up and carried her to the bathroom, setting her down in the tub before grabbing the removable showerhead, aiming the jetstream of cold water at her shirt. Sakura shrieked when the water hit her. "S-Syaoran! Stop! It's cold! I'm fine!"

The jetstream from the showerhead squeaked to a few drops as Syaoran shut the water off. He wasn't able to hold back a laugh as he looked at his girlfriend shivering in his tub, her teeth chattering as she hugged herself for warmth, glaring up at him with all the dignity of a thoroughly drenched and reproachful kitten.

"Hehe, I'm sorry Sakura. But it doesn't burn anymore, does it?" he laughed.

She sneezed in reply. He smiled warmly, caressing her cheek with the back of his palm as he knelt down next to her, leaning on the edge of the tub. "Would you like me to warm you up?"

The reaction was as expected. God, it was so much fun teasing Sakura. The advantages of knowing her transparent personality greatly outweighed the small matter of Sakura being a little dense sometimes.

"S-Syaoran!" she blushed hotly, clapping her hands over her cheeks as she tried to hide them, knowing they were burning red by now.

He gazed at her quizzically, masking his laughter as he held up a towel and a hairdryer. "Would you rather freeze in the tub, Sakura?"

"Oh…" she faltered, making a move to stand.

"Ah, just a second Sakura. You have a little froth on your lip…"

He moved closer to her, his hands pressed against her shoulders (she really was shivering…) as the tip of his tongue edged out slowly to lick the dab of froth from her latte along the corner of her lips.

"Hoe…" she managed to eek out as he pulled away, grinning warmly. She sat back down in the tub, her eyes sparkling, but lost in her delirious bliss.

"Sakura?"

He was standing, but leaning over, offering her a hand to help her out of the tub. She missed the mischievous grin twinkling in his eyes.

"H-Hai." She fumbled slightly as she took his hand and stepped out of the tub, her dainty toes curling against the cold tiles.

"Ne… Sakura?"
"H-Hai!" she squeaked.

"What you were asking earlier… it wasn't by chance, you asking me to kiss you, was it?"

Sakura groaned inwardly. How did he know all these things? She was shamed as the Card Mistress, having gone through all hell to collect the entire deck… she couldn't manage to keep anything from him. But… that was one of the reasons she loved him. She didn't need to say anything as he wrapped a towel around her, smiling as she remained in his embrace as he hugged her, rubbing up and down along her upper arms as he rested his chin over her head.

"Ne… Sakura?"

"Hai?" she smiled softly as she snuggled closer against his shirt, inhaling the warmth of his body.

"I can see your boobs through your wet shirt."

It was a few weeks before Sakura trusted Syaoran again to drink her morning coffee at his place.