Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Comfort ❯ Comfort ( Chapter 1 )

Revised Notes: This story was originally posted on Fanfiction.net. I want to express my appreciation for everyone there who read and supported my story, and for giving me over 100 reviews. I have left that site now, because of the increasing restrictions on the types of stories that are allowed. I hope that such censorship will not plague this site as well.

A/N: After reading someone else's story about this couple, I got inspired. Although, I didn't expect to write something like this. I still don't know why I did. But it's kind of sweet, isn't it? I call it lemon meringue.

Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura is the property of CLAMP, etc.

Comfort

The tall, dark haired man pushed the security intercom button in front of the large house and waited for a reply. "Who's there, please?" a pleasant female voice said through the speaker.

"I'm Kinomoto," Touya answered. "Tomoyo is expecting me."

"Of course. One moment, please." The gate swung open to allow Touya inside. He walked up to the front door of the Daidouji home, which opened before he could turn the knob.

"Thanks for coming," Tomoyo greeted him. The pretty teenager stepped aside to allow her cousin to enter. "Can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea?"

Or me? He finished the old joke silently. Then he wondered why that popped into his mind. This was the girl he'd known for years, his little sister's best friend. Sure, she was nineteen now, but he still thought of her as a ten-year-old. She was staring at him with her big amethyst eyes, and he realized she was waiting for him to answer. "No, nothing."

She gave him a strange look. "Okay. Let's go up to my room, then, and I'll get Sakura's things for you."

He followed her up the grand staircase, wondering why he'd never been in the Daidouji home before. They were family, after all, but Tomoyo's mother, Sonomi, had always been more interested in Sakura than in her precious Nadeshiko's son. What will Sonomi do now that Sakura's gone? He thought idly.

Tomoyo's room was at the end of a long hallway. She locked the door behind them after they stepped inside. He looked around at the large room, thinking that this was where his sister had played and dressed up and giggled and gossiped with her friend. It was still hard for him to believe that she was all grown up, married, and living so far away.

Tomoyo opened one of many closet doors. "Here are some of her clothes. I think she'll want this dress, and maybe this one, too." She pulled out two lovely gowns, one a pale pink, the other a deep green. She had a faraway look in her eyes. "I made these, you know," she said softly before draping them over a chair and crossing to her dresser. "These are her earrings. I borrowed them and forgot to give them back." She put the gold hoops in a small velvet box and set it on the same chair. "Now, I think I have some videos she might like to have. Tapes of her and Syaoran…" Her voice trailed off, and instead of looking for the videos, she remained in front of her dresser, looking at a picture of Sakura.

Touya hadn't said anything while Tomoyo moved through the room, but when the awkward silence settled over them, he tried to fill the void. "I'm sure she'd like that. I'll send whatever you have with the rest of her things. She left so much behind when she moved to Hong Kong."

"Yes, she did," Tomoyo said, but he knew she didn't mean dresses and earrings. Her back was to him, but he could see her shoulders shaking as she started to cry.

He'd never been very good with emotions. He certainly didn't know what to do about a crying girl. He cleared his throat and stepped up behind her. "Hey," he said, resting his hands on her shoulders. "It's okay. I know that you… I know you loved her."

She laughed bitterly. "Oh, I got over that a long time ago. The first time I saw her with Syaoran, I knew they were meant for each other. I even pushed them together. She's happy, he's happy." She turned around, and he could see the tears falling from her eyes. "But I'm alone now. She's gone. My mother's never around, and I haven't seen my father in years. My other friends have moved on, but I'm still here. I'm all alone."

He knew exactly how she felt. His father was often away, and Yukito had moved to Hong Kong to be near Sakura. Yuki and Yue's personalities had merged over time, and he had decided it would be best if he were near his mistress. So in one fell swoop, Touya lost his sister and his best friend (and one-time lover, but that was a long story). And then there was Kaho-well, he didn't like thinking about that. It was an even longer story. He put his arms around Tomoyo awkwardly. "Well, you've got me, for what that's worth," he said, trying to make a joke of it. She leaned against his chest and cried harder. "Apparently, not a whole hell of a lot," he muttered.

"I'm sorry. I appreciate that, really," she said, her voice muffled against his chest. "We've never had much of a relationship, have we?"

He shook his head. "No, but maybe we could be… friends."

"I'd like that." She leaned against him, taking comfort from his embrace, but she couldn't shake the loneliness. She couldn't stop crying.

He held her tightly and made soothing sounds. "Shhh, it'll be okay. I'm here. I won't leave you." He brushed her dark hair away from her face and pressed a kiss to her temple. "Shhh, everything's all right." She looked up at him, and he kissed her forehead. She went very still and could only stare into his deep brown eyes. He realized for the first time how beautiful she was, even with her face streaked by tears.

He only meant to give her a quick, friendly peck, but when his lips touched hers, he couldn't pull away. She let him kiss her, and then she wrapped her arms around him and began kissing him back. He gently coaxed her lips apart and slid his tongue inside to taste her sweet mouth. Her tongue shyly rubbed against his, and his arms tightened around her. She looped her arms around his neck, sinking her fingers into his dark hair.

She couldn't breathe, but she didn't care. His tongue continued seeking the hidden places in her mouth, the places he could tickle to elicit her soft moans. She in turn did the same to him, nibbling at his lips and licking the corners of his mouth, teasing him with the quick, darting motions of her soft tongue.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt like this, taking such pleasure from a simple kiss. Only there was nothing simple about it. They barely stopped for air before their mouths met again and again. He knew he should stop, but he just didn't want to, and she didn't either. He ran his hands up and down her back, then rested them briefly on her waist before sliding them around to cup her backside. She pressed closer to him, and he tore his mouth from hers to rain kisses along her neck, feeling her pant against his ear.

She didn't know what had come over her. All of her emotions were jumbled together-sadness, loneliness, fear, hope, desire. It was all very primitive, and it made her feel alive, for the first time in ages. She put her mouth to his ear and caught his earlobe between her teeth. She knew what she wanted; she just had to ask and hope he wanted it, too.

"Touya," she whispered into his ear.

"Hmmm?" he murmured against her neck.

"Will you make love to me?"

He stopped kissing her. He lifted his head and took a step back. He looked into her amethyst eyes, which were now shining with passion instead of tears. "What?"

"I said-"

"I heard what you said." He just didn't believe it. "I can't."

She unconsciously glanced down at his zipper. "Oh. I didn't know."

He shook his head. "No, that's not what I mean." She was still looking at him with those amazing eyes. "You're feeling very vulnerable right now. I won't take advantage of you like that." Although, if she hadn't spoken, his hands would have been under her skirt by now.

"But I'm asking you to. That's different, isn't it?" Her eyes pleaded with him. "I'm so tired of feeling lonely. I want to forget that I'm alone, if only for a little while."

"Tomoyo…"

"Please?"

God, he wanted to. Was it right? Maybe not, but they both wanted it. What was the harm in two lonely people seeking comfort in each other's arms? He closed his eyes as he tried to figure out just what body part he was thinking with: his brain, his heart, or his-

"I'm sorry. Maybe you're right," she said.

"You're sure about this?" He still hadn't opened his eyes.

"I'm sure."

He nodded slowly. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Being a healthy, normal male between the ages of fourteen and death, he was always prepared for such an occasion, although it had been a while. He found the small, foil package tucked inside. How long has this thing been in here, anyway? He wondered as he examined the wrapper. Do they have expiration dates? It passed inspection, and he set it down on her nightstand.

She was suddenly very nervous. Wanting something was one thing. Asking for it was another. But getting it? You were never quite prepared for that.

He held out his hand to her. "Come here." She walked up to him, and he could see her shaking. "Scared?" he asked softly.

"A little," she admitted, blushing with embarrassment. "Will you kiss me? I wasn't scared when you were kissing me."

He looked at her tenderly. When did that little girl turn into this remarkable young woman? He cupped her cheek in his large hand and kissed her sweetly, slowly, letting her set the pace. But she didn't want sweet and slow. She wanted to pick up where they left off. Hungry and desperate.

He didn't have to coax her lips apart this time. She willingly opened her mouth to him and pulled his tongue inside with her own. They tangled together, rubbing and teasing and licking. He pleasured her mouth as his fingers worked on her blouse buttons, awkwardly trying to free them as she kicked off her slippers and tugged at his belt.

Her blouse fell open, and he pushed it off her shoulders. He then found the zipper to her skirt and slid it down until the skirt dropped to the floor. She raised his sweater and their lips lost contact briefly as he pulled it over his head. They came back together in a silky, wet melding of mouths as she lowered his zipper and pushed his trousers down.

"Still scared?" he teased, and she playfully bit his lower lip in reply. He picked her up and carried her to her bed, both of them still in their undergarments. He set her down among the many pillows and looked at her. She was ethereally beautiful, like an angel in a Renaissance painting, with her pale skin and her silky curtain of dark hair spread across the pillows. She was still wearing a lacy camisole with matching knickers, and, he was pleased to note, stockings. He never knew a girl who wore stockings. He slowly rolled them down her legs, one at a time, tracing his fingers along her soft skin.

He stretched out next to her and took her in his arms, kissing her temple, her cheek, working his way down to her neck. He kissed her shoulder as he slipped a hand under her camisole. He felt her sharp intake of breath when he touched her, and he smiled. He raised the lacy scrap of silk over her head and couldn't breathe himself when he saw her perfect breasts, the rosy tips straining for his touch. He rubbed his knuckles against them slowly, and she sighed dreamily. He gently rolled a tip between his thumb and forefinger before lowering his mouth to the bud. She gasped when he took it between his lips and suckled. Her hands went into his hair and she held him against her as the pleasure coursed through her body.

He couldn't believe how incredibly sweet her skin tasted. As he continued tormenting her breast, he slipped his hand inside her knickers and began sliding them down. She raised her hips, eager to be rid of the silky garment. Once it was off, he tossed it onto the floor.

He looked up at her, and saw that her cheeks were flushed with passion. He smiled at her, and she smiled back, tenderly brushing his dark hair out of his eyes. He put his lips to her neck again, finding the place where her neck and shoulder met. Her head fell back and she moaned softly as he ran his tongue over the tender spot. He pushed her hair aside with one hand as the other found its way between her legs.

He pressed his palm against her, and she moaned deeply, her eyes closing. He slowly, gently, ground the heel of his hand against her, and she trembled. The pleasure shot through her like fire. And then his fingers began teasing her, and she felt her body turn into liquid. He felt her wetness and slipped a finger inside her. She jerked and cried his name. He moved his finger slowly, finding his own kind of pleasure in her reaction. All too quickly, though, his finger left her.

She opened her eyes and looked at him, wondering why he stopped. He gave her a wicked grin and kissed her quickly. Then he slid lower and kissed the valley between her breasts, trailing kisses down her stomach, circling his tongue around her navel, and still moving lower. He's not going to-

She bit her lip to keep from screaming when he put his mouth on her. She'd never known it could be like this. His lips closed around her sensitive bud and sucked it gently. Every cell in her body was electrified. She felt tears stream from the corners of her eyes as he pleasured her. She whimpered, and she tossed her head on the pillow with each tug of his lips. And then, when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, his tongue slid inside her. At that moment, she wanted to die.

Her hands clutched at his hair as she held him against her, enjoying the sweet torture. She felt each flicker in every part of her, all the way to her soul. Her hips writhed in rhythm with the thrusts of his tongue. He'd never tasted anything like her before. She was ambrosia, nectar, life. He reached up to put his hands on her hips, guiding her as he continued his assault, his tongue finding the very essence of her. He felt her body tense, and then she cried out as she found release, her honey flowing out of her.

He slipped off his shorts and found the package on the nightstand. He ripped open the wrapper and rolled on the protective sheath, hoping he'd get at least one good thrust in before he lost his mind. He positioned himself between her legs and lifted himself over her, bracing himself on his arms. He looked down at her. Her eyes were still closed as she trembled from the aftershocks of her pleasure.

"Tomoyo."

She opened her amethyst eyes and looked at him. He felt awkward, after everything he'd done, to just now be asking her this. "Is this… have you…" He cursed himself for not thinking of this before. "Is this the first time?"

She shook her head. She'd gotten roaring drunk at Sakura's engagement party and trysted with one of the waiters in the coat closet. It had been hurried and clumsy and painful, nothing like this. She'd had no idea what lovemaking could be like.

He breathed a sigh of relief. "I don't want to hurt you." He was inexplicably jealous that someone had touched this angel before.

She rested a hand against his cheek and gazed into his brown eyes tenderly. "You could never hurt me," she whispered.

He captured her mouth in a fierce kiss as he pushed inside her. She lifted her hips to take him in and wrapped her arms around his back, holding him close to her. Her legs went around his waist as she moved with him instinctively. He groaned as her tight, hot passage closed around him.

He tried to slow down. He pulled out, and then slid back in, and then he stopped. She moved her hips, urging him to continue. "Touya," she begged.

"What's your hurry?" he whispered.

"You feel so good. Please don't stop," she whispered back.

He felt her squeezing him as he moved again, and he knew that going slowly was no longer an option. They rocked together, the tempo increasing as pleasure built up in their bodies. She panted and tossed her head, whispering his name like a prayer. He looked down at her, watching her beautiful face as she found the peak again, tears streaming from her eyes. He kissed her quickly and pushed harder into her until he found his own release.

She saw his face twist with what almost looked like pain as he jerked over her. Then he collapsed on top of her, breathing hard, his body covered in sweat. She held him, stroking his back, enjoying the wonderful feeling of his weight against her.

He was shaking, and it took a minute for her to realize he was laughing. "What's so funny?" she asked.

He rolled over and looked at her warmly, laughter still in his deep brown eyes. "I never made anyone cry before."

She smacked him playfully. "Keep laughing at me, and you may never again." She rolled away with a huff.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him. She snuggled into the curve of his body, suddenly feeling very tired. I'm not alone anymore, she thought. I'll never be alone again. "I think a part of me has loved you ever since I was a little girl," she said sleepily, so softly that she may not have even realized that she said it out loud.

He'd started to drift off to sleep when he heard her confession. I could fall in love with her, he thought. And it scared him. What do I even know about her? In all the years we've known each other, we've never really been close. Quick, name five things you know about her. She's beautiful, artistic, caring, passionate, and… genuine. She was the most genuine person he'd ever met. Yes, he could definitely fall in love with her.

"Tomoyo?" he whispered.

"Hmm?"

"What does this mean?"

She rolled over and looked at him. "Isn't that supposed to be my line?"

"I'm serious. I've been hurt too many times. I don't want to be hurt again. And I don't want to hurt you, either."

She rested her head on his chest as his arm came around her. "So, we won't hurt each other."

"It's not that simple."

"Why shouldn't it be?" she yawned.

And as Touya watched the angel sleeping in his arms, he thought, no matter what happened, it would all be worth it.