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This is an AU. I got this notion when I read a particular story on a book which looked nice to me. Of course, I'm putting my own spin on it to fit our beloved characters. I hope you guys enjoy it.

Summary: It was definitely a dream. There was no way that staid, sweet, smiling Sakura had just come into his room, in his house... when it was full of guests. One, she was a respectable girl. Two, she had spent the last two weeks giving him loathsome looks and acting like he had the plague. And then He was even more surprised when she got into bed with him.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the CCS characters.

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Bound

First Part : Surprise

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Syaoran shifted again, cursing under his breath as the music from downstairs permeated through the walls. He shouldn't have let his mother convince him to throw this party. Especially today of all days.

He tried to shut down the music from his mind, and not accomplishing the task much at all. If he was truthful to himself, he could say that it wasn't the music itself that was distracting, but the fact that she was here, beneath his roof and he couldn't do much of it at all.

The reason that he was in his room at this moment wasn't the excuse he'd blabbed to his mother of wanting to get some rest from the music and such since he had work to do in a few hours. The fact was that he just didn't want to see her.

Syaoran buried his head into his pillow, turning the sides up against his ears. He took the chance to shout explicits into said pillow, although he was more than sure that even if he did do his best to shout it out, the music and conversation coming from the ground floor would absorb it and none would be wiser.

Syaoran turned back, looking at the ceiling. The very white, uninspiring ceiling of his room in which he had stared up for the past week like a man that was losing his mind. And he really was. He blew upwards toward his bangs as they settled over his eyes. He really did need a haircut, badly.

Still, he had let his hair grow just past presentable for the single fact that Sakura hadn't been able to stop reaching for it each and every time they had been together.

He pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he remembered just how different things had appeared the first time he'd seen her after finally coming back after three years of being away in the big bad city.

This was the house his father had left him, in which his mother had received him back with open arms. The house in which Sakura had taken to mean a home for herself as she had cultivated quite a relationship with his mother and siblings.

She had taken his breath away when he'd caught sight of her. He'd been half in love with her when he left, a scant 16 years old boy who had left for school. Now, 19, he was under the mantle of manhood that mysteriously appeared after the age of 18. He certainly didn't feel any different, except for the fact that he had great responsibilities.

They came with the single reason that he was the highest ranking person in the town. As had been his father and his grandfather and those before him. His father did die rather young when it came to it. Syaoran loved his mother for if not the biggest reason being that she had taken over what would be his responsibilities and had encouraged him to finish his schooling.

Still, the years had passed, and while many things had been put in the back of his mind as he had tried to absorb as much town polish as he was supposed to, he'd always been given updates on what his childhood friend had been up to.

That same childhood friend that had been avoiding him like the plague for the past few weeks. He'd been back for more than two months and his heart had skipped a beat when she had thrown herself into his arms for a warm embrace. When he'd placed a hand on her chin, staring down at her, knowing that he couldn't look away as his mother had smirked by his side.

"It was as if she'd been kept for me," the thought had slipped right out and had been drumming up speed and force inside his mind. She tilted his world when he kissed her in the stables after returning from a run through his state. She had been taken by surprise, that much he'd seen in her eyes after he pulled back, but there had been no hesitation when she had reciprocated in kind.

He smirked at the memory. They'd fallen into one of the big hay piles and hadn't been able to get all the straws off their hair and clothing from being discovered by his mother's carefully watchful eyes. The eyes that hadn't also missed his night dealings through the country side.

Syaoran had never expected to have to survive an interview with his mother, but she certainly had wrangled everything out of him. He should put it a requisition to have his mother stated within the Security Office as an interviewer for information. She'd be very successful at it.

But he always came back to the same point. Sakura had drastically changed from one day to the next. He couldn't help but blush as he could recall quite perfectly just how his last true interaction with her had been.

They'd gone on a picnic, her older brother Touya promising to wring his neck if he so much as made any untoward advances to his little sister. Syaoran had forgotten it all when she'd thrown her arms around him and they had proceeded to whittle the hours away by getting to know their physical bond.

"I love her," he said to himself, for little good it did him. His life had been a whirlwind of activity since he'd returned and that had been no different. The problem was the fact that she had changed from one day to another in regard towards him.

He'd given her space, waiting for her to return and explain, but to no avail. All he'd gained was have her lavish all of her attention onto Sinclair. Just thinking the name left a bad taste in his mouth. Pretty blond and smooth Sinclair who always seemed to have the right words and the right expression at every turn. How he wanted to be able to plant his fist on that smirking face!

Well, no matter, after tonight he'd finally get the satisfaction. Let him dance the night away, thinking that he'd finally gotten the elusive Sakura interested in him. It would all change in a couple of hours.

He turned to the door, reaching for the lamp by his side and turning it to a lower shine. His senses were alerting him that someone was coming. He had to be alert. He feigned sleep rather easily, his breath slowing and deepening.

The door parted, the sounds from the party becoming louder as it was closed. Sakura approached the bed, a hand slipping through the hangings of the four poster bed. The threading teased her fingers as she cautiously approached the figure that lay without a care in the world in he middle.

She reached for him, her fingers brushing against the locks that fell without caution. Sakura let her hand hover over his face, leaning just partly as she took the time to examine him. She had to swallow a giggle as she realized that he'd fallen into bed with his best clothes still on.

She'd burst into flames when she'd seen him downstairs in full dress. The suit had cut quite a swath as he'd come closer to her. She'd seen that he was quite determined to get to her side, and she had gone to the first person she'd been able to snake her arm through and maneuver them to the dance floor.

It had been her misfortune to have turned right onto the pompous Sinclair that had been trying to get her attention since he'd moved into their community. She'd bitten her lip and beared it as she knew that he was actually the one guy that Syaoran would not be able to stare down for the single reason that he had no preservation.

She could watch him sleep forever. She had to steel herself, her fingers run against her palm as she pulled back. She looked around the room, trying to remember why she was actually here. She had to do something. She was going to stop him from raiding and arresting her younger brother tonight no matter how she was able to do so.

Umeno was the light of her parent's life. The youngest of them all, he'd been terribly spoiled. Her brother Touya had been brought to take in after their great grandfather's business, which thankfully he'd had a knack for. Sakura then had been the princess. She'd had everything she'd ever wanted, but she hadn't ever wanted to leave her home and the town in which she had been born. Umeno though, he'd been a surprise.

Her parents had thought they wouldn't have been able to have more children, but he had arrived three years after her and had been given free reign of the world as it was. Her parents had gone on a trip to Egypt that would last for the most part of the year, and Touya had been summoned to the big city by their great grandfather which had left her somewhat in charge.

She had noted how her brother left every night at late hours and never returned until after well past after the rays of the sun had broken through. There could be many reasons for it, but the fact that her brother could never lie to her when she made questions.

She was also very quiet and blending when she chose to. She'd been able to hear her brother conversing about various things that had made warning bells go in her head. It would be just like him to get himself involved into illegal activities for a lark. And because of his temperament, she just knew that he had to be in charge.

It wasn't also very hard to figure out that as prosecutor of the town, Syaoran would be the one that would go after him. She had heard bits here and there and realized that something was going to happen this night. She couldn't allow it. She knew that she could get her brother to leave these thrills behind, and if nothing else, send him to their great grandfather so that he could get a crack at him.

She froze as she felt him move slightly, waiting for him to open his eyes. She didn't know what she would expect after that really, there were so many scenarios. But, she had to think of what to do. She tripped over something, letting out a yelp as she fell backward onto her rump. She looked to the bed, wondering if he wouldn't startle out of sleep and call the world on her head.

He didn't even stir. She wondered if he was a heavy sleeper.

She let out a breath of relief, relaxing further. Not noticing that he'd been able to change his expression again after her fall. It had been kind of hard not to laugh. He was waiting for something.

What was she doing here? IN his room? Coming closer and closer to him on his bed? He wanted to open his eyes and see her, to make sure his other senses weren't making this up, but he held off.

She was rummaging through his things. It paid to have great hearing as she opened the drawers by his bed. He heard a sound not too familiar. He wondered if there is something in there that he didn't want anyone else to see but he couldn't think of it.

Sakura looked down to it, her hands gripping the object quite forcefully. She could see how pale her skin was getting. She approached the bed. She really hadn't had much time to think of what she could do after she came to him, but this was the best she could think of.

She lifted the skirt of her dress, putting a knee on the mattress and praying that she would succeed. She held her breath as she got it through the bars of the headboard. She gave them a slight tug to make sure that they appeared to be strongly built into the foundation.

She couldn't believe that all the things she had done hadn't woken him up. She shrieked when he pulled her down forcefully, making her fall right over his chest with his arm around her waist. She pulled against him, finding that he wouldn't let her budge even an inch away.

"Sakura," his eyes bore into hers, asking questions she knew she couldn't get out of in this current predicament. She did the only thing she could think of. She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him.

It didn't take long for him to respond, tempting her lips to part with his tongue. She had never been kissed before with such urgency or so throughly until he had returned and blind-sided her. She had never thought that Syaoran, the boy she had seen grown up by her side would make her insides melt and knees grow weak.

She moaned against him, writhing against his navel as he slipped a knee between her parted legs. She couldn't think beyond this as she closed her eyes and let herself be pulled further in.

She braided her fingers through his locks, gasping as he set his mouth on her jaw and traced her pulse to her throat.

There was a haze pulling them in, their senses overwhelmed as she placed a kiss on his throat. Her lips barely brushed, her hands coming to the buttons of his shirt to open the material so she could travel further down.

He turner her, placing himself on top, his hooded eyes focusing on her mouth as she pulled him down by the lapels of his shirt. She had him rolling back, sitting herself astride over his navel. He just stared at her, her hairstyle in complete disarray, and her cheeks high in color.

"You always respond like this," he whispered to her, his body taut and ready as he wondered what she would do if he finally stripped that dress off of her and proceeded to show her just how much she affected him.

It just didn't make sense though. How was it that she was doing this when she'd given him looks of what he would think of only as loathing for the past weeks. But then, at the same time it didn't matter. She was here now, right where he wanted her to be. He wanted to strip off his jacket to get more comfortable.

He waited for her, meeting her halfway as she came down to kiss him once again. His jacket discarded, he proceeded to do just what he'd been dreaming of the past few months since his return.

He laughed as she was as eager as him to pull off his shirt, being the one to actually pull it over his head while he tried to wring an arm to her back to loosen the strings of her dress.

A chink startled him, feeling the cool metal around his wrist. He was startled, following where she had placed his arm. He tugged at it, Sakura scrambled out of the bed as if it were on fire, her breaths sharp and hard as she took refuge by the window.

She'd done it. She was amazed that she'd been able to focus on it when her whole body had burst into flames, craving his hands and mouth like nothing she'd ever felt before. She swallowed the urge to cry.

Syaoran was beyond mad, he could rip a book to shreds at the moment. He stood from the bed, pulling at his hand as he tried to understand what the hell had just happened. He'd been cuffed to his own bed. To his own four poster, more than four hundred pound bed that had been a family heirloom as it were for generations.

He looked to the source of this absurdity. Sakura was against the window, wide eyed with her arms wound around her waist as if in protection. He saw many emotions flitter through her face, and some he could understand and others just left him even more confused.

"What the hell is going on?" his menacing tone gave her a resolve as she straightened out.

Sakura smiled, her expression cool and in control as her body language changed in an instant. "Well, I'd say that you were bound to your bed, wouldn't you say?"

The roar of anger that came from Syaoran had her giggling like a maniac. From his expression at her reaction, she was sure that he was thinking of her mental state and she couldn't blame him for it.

She had him immobilized as it were. Now she just had to think on what she would do with him.

This is going to be a rather short story. I just had to write it since it had been on my mind for quite some time. If you guys would like to see how it all unravels from here, leave a review. And yes, we are definitely going to have a lemon here for those who would like to built up anticipation. Most likely I'll update it tomorrow but it is a slight might... of course that encouragement is always appreciated and it does help the creative process ;).

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