Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Comfort ❯ Longing ( Chapter 2 )

A/N: This was meant to be a one-shot, but here's another slice of lemon meringue for anyone who enjoyed the first part.

Disclaimer: CCS is the property of CLAMP, etc.

Comfort -> Longing

Touya and Tomoyo continued to spend time together over the next few weeks, but only as friends. They even had a standing agreement to have dinner together twice a week, once at his house and once at hers. The arrangement seemed to work for both of them on the surface, but there was that white elephant in the room that neither of them would talk about.

Tomoyo was tired of pretending that nothing had happened. She couldn't think about anything but what they had shared that afternoon and how much she wanted it again. She knew he wanted it, too. She saw it in his eyes every time he looked at her, and she felt it every time his lips lingered on her forehead as he gave her a brotherly kiss good night.

She sat in her room, sewing a dress to wear to dinner at his house. She smiled to herself as she finished stitching the hem, thinking about her plan for the evening. She stepped into the dress and examined her reflection in the mirror. She smiled again, pleased with the result. There was no way he could resist her.

She brushed her long wavy hair and piled it on top of her head, letting a few curly tendrils fall softly around her face. She dabbed on her best perfume and fastened a silver chain around her neck, letting the amethyst pendant dangle between her breasts. As she stashed some essentials in her purse, she wondered if she should go through with it. Then she shrugged off her doubts. Someone had to make the first move. Or the second, as it were.

The chauffeur drove her to the Kinomoto house, just like every other week. "What time should I pick you up, miss?"

Tomoyo blushed. "Well, I'm not exactly sure. I'll call when I'm ready to come home. And remember, not a word of this to my mother."

The older woman nodded in understanding. "If she asks, you're visiting a friend, and that's all I know."

"Not that she'd even notice I was gone," Tomoyo said under her breath. She picked up her bag and got out of the car. "I really appreciate this. Thank you."

"Of course, miss. I remember what it was like to be young and in love."

Tomoyo watched the car drive away, the words echoing in her mind. In love?

"Coming in?"

She turned around and saw Touya standing in the open doorway. He had an apron over his clothes and was wiping his hands on a towel. "Dinner's almost ready."

She followed him into the house and waited until he went back into the kitchen before taking off her coat. She'd made sure to wear her longest coat, even though it wasn't all that cold out, so that her dress would be completely covered. She stopped to look in the mirror, tugging at her hem and checking her lipstick before going into the kitchen.

"Can I get you something to drink?" he asked. At least, that's what he would have said, had he been capable of speech. Her dress was made of the most amazing pale purple fabric. The bodice, or what there was of it, was sheer with a neckline that plunged lower than could be considered decent. The tight skirt was short enough to allow a glimpse of the lacy tops of her stockings. And to top it all off, she was giving him an innocent smile that contradicted the message sent by her clothing. "Drink?" was all he was able to stutter.

"I'll get it," she said, standing on her toes to reach the wine glasses, which only made her skirt creep up higher. She found the wine bottle and slowly twisted the corkscrew until the cork came out with a satisfying pop. He just stared at her while she poured the wine and took a sip. "Mmm, that's good," she said huskily, running her finger around the rim of the glass.

His mouth went dry. He swallowed and tried to force his attention back to stove, stirring the pasta sauce. She brushed up against him and dipped a slender finger into the pot. Her eyes never left his as she licked the sauce from her finger. "Delicious." He dropped the spoon, and it fell into the sauce.

She broke out in a big grin as he cursed and fished the spoon out of the pot, tossing it into the sink. He refused to look at her as he searched for another spoon and began dishing up the pasta. "Can I help?" she asked sweetly.

"I think you've done enough," he muttered. He carried the two plates to the table, wondering if he was just imagining everything. They had a silent understanding to leave that afternoon in the past. Any confessions they might have made were attributed to the moment and nothing more. What is she thinking with that dress? If I didn't know better, I'd swear she was trying to seduce me.

He only became more convinced of it during dinner, as she turned the simple act of eating into an erotic art form. She would close her eyes and moan in delight over how delicious everything was. After every bite, she would slowly slide her fork from between her lips and sigh. As she talked to him, she'd idly run her fingers up and down the stem of her wine glass, and after every sip, she'd lick her lips as she looked at him intently.

After a while, he gave up trying to eat at all. "Not hungry?" she asked. Not for food, he thought. He just shook his head and began clearing away the dishes. "Let me help. Everything was so good," she said, picking up her plate and carrying it to the sink. He wished she'd just go in the other room. It was killing him not to touch her, but he knew it was for the best. If anything more happened between them, they'd never be able to go back to the way things were. He didn't think she understood that, so he had to do the thinking for both of them. If she would just quit teasing him, he might make it through the evening.

They stood side by side as he washed the dishes, and she was ready with a towel to dry them. She felt a spark when their fingers touched as he passed her the plates, and she could tell he felt it, too. She smiled at his visible discomfort. I'll let him off the hook soon.

When the last of the dishes were put away, he backed away from her. "So, what do you want to do now?" He instantly regretted asking such a loaded question. He saw her grinning, and he tried to make some casual suggestions. "There might be a movie on television, or we could play a game." God, that sounded even worse. "Maybe a little poker?" Shut up, just shut up. Why does everything have to have a double meaning? Maybe she didn't get it.

She got it. Her amethyst eyes were laughing, even if she wasn't laughing aloud. "How about some dessert?"

That sounded safe. He nodded. She moved close to him and rested her hands on his chest, closing her eyes and lifting her face, her lips slightly parted. "Well?"

He should have known. "Tomoyo…"

"What?"

He wanted to tell her everything. He wanted to tell her about every screwed up relationship he'd ever had. He wanted to explain to her how everything would change if he did what she wanted him to. And he wanted her to know how much she'd come to mean to him, how he wouldn't be able to bear losing her over this. But the words wouldn't come. He just looked at her beautiful face, which was wrinkled in an endearingly confused expression, and thought, To hell with it.

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her proffered lips. She sighed into his mouth as their tongues met, joining together again after so long. He hadn't forgotten how good it felt, but it was so much better than the last time, maybe because they'd been denying themselves what they wanted. It was like finding water after wandering through the desert, like finding religion after a lifetime of misery. He kissed her harder and held her tighter, making up for lost time.

She clutched at the front of his shirt as he crushed her body against his. She felt the heat between them as he thrust his tongue into her mouth again and again. His strong arms had her in a death grip, as if she would disappear if he let go. She didn't want him to stop, but she couldn't breathe. "Touya," she whispered, "can you give me a little room, please?"

He realized he'd been trying so hard to absorb her body into his own that he'd almost suffocated her. "I'm sorry," he said sheepishly, relaxing his arms and holding her loosely. "Better?"

"Much," she replied, looping her arms around his neck and bringing his head back down to hers. She caressed his lips in a teasing kiss, running her tongue along the line of his mouth before sliding it inside to tangle with his. She ran her fingers through his thick hair and ever so lightly began moving her hips against him, smiling to herself when she felt him stiffen in response.

He moved his hands lower down her back, over the curve of her backside, until he felt the silk of her stockings. He slipped a hand under her dress, finding the bare skin of her upper thigh where her stocking stopped. He moved his hand higher, but still, all he found was bare skin. He pulled away from her slightly and looked into her passion glazed eyes. "Why, you little hussy," he teased. She just grinned.

With one swift motion, he picked her up and carried her out of the kitchen, heading for the stairs. She found this a most advantageous position to be in, and she put her lips against his ear, nibbling his earlobe. She felt giddy with happiness and anticipation. She licked the curve of his ear before darting her tongue inside.

He stumbled on the stairs and leaned against the wall for support. "If you keep that up, we won't make it to my room," he scolded her. He pretended to drop her, and she squealed.

"I'll be good," she promised, but her eyes said otherwise.

They finally reached his room (Has it always been so far away? he wondered) and he carried her inside. Her feet had barely touched the ground when they began undressing each other. He pulled the pins out of her dark hair until it cascaded down her bare back. When the last piece of clothing hit the floor, they fell onto the bed together in a tangle of limbs, their mouths melding in a hot, wet kiss.

She'd managed to land on top of him, which was exactly what she wanted. When she'd asked him to make love to her that afternoon, he'd treated her so tenderly and made her feel so incredible. She was ready to make him feel the same way.

She slid off of his hard body and leaned over him, bracing an arm on either side while she pressed kisses to his strong jaw, his neck, his shoulder. She moved a little lower and kissed his chest. She could feel his heart pounding, and she put her mouth to the spot, sending her kisses right to his heart. Then she flicked her tongue over the tight little nub of his nipple, and his arms closed around her.

He couldn't believe what she was doing. And even though she'd barely done more than kiss his body, he could already feel fire coursing through his veins. He wanted to close his eyes and let the feelings flow through him, but he couldn't stop watching her as she continued raining kisses down his lean torso. Her hair tickled him as it brushed against his skin, making his breath expel in a low sigh.

She didn't really get a good look at him the last time. She knew he was handsome, but she'd never realized how beautiful the male body could be. Marble sculptures were made to show the muscles and sinews, but they had no movement, no texture. She loved touching him and feeling his muscles tense, kissing him and tasting his skin. It was just as good as when he did the same to her. Well, almost, she thought.

And then she came to the most important part. It was an amazing sight to behold. The evidence of his desire for her. She lightly touched her fingers to him in awe and then boldly closed her hand around him.

He groaned and closed his eyes. He felt her begin squeezing him gently, and it was like a shock through his system. His breathing became ragged, and he reached for her, gripping her leg just so he could touch her while she touched him.

He was hard and soft at the same time. She knew now why he felt both strong and gentle when he was inside her. It was an incredible contradiction. She wondered what others she would discover. But for now, she was caught up in her little exploration. She wondered what he tasted like. She leaned down and softly put her lips to him.

His fingers dug into her leg. It felt like his hairs were all standing on end from a bolt of electricity. He groaned deep in his throat, reveling in the way she was making him feel. Her lips began moving along his length, and then she started stroking him with her tongue. He was finding it hard to breathe, and he thought his heart would burst out of his chest. And then her sweet mouth closed around him, and he almost came off the bed.

She was excited by his fierce reaction. It made her feel powerful. She sucked him gently, tasting his masculinity. Occasionally her tongue would sweep out and brush against his tip. She felt his hand reach up to tangle in her hair, tugging on it as she gave him pleasure.

He didn't know where she learned to do this, and he didn't care. She was expertly driving him mad. He felt the familiar sensation building up in him, stronger and stronger. He couldn't let her do this. It was almost too late. "Oh, God, angel, stop!" he cried hoarsely

The endearment took her by surprise, and he used that brief moment of confusion to flip her onto her back and drive into her. He pushed hard and fast, knowing that it probably wasn't good for her, but he'd worry about that later. She barely had time to get used to him before he pulled out, spilling his release on the sheets with a shout, shaking from the sheer intensity of it all.

He collapsed next to her, breathing heavily, his eyes closed. She looked at him in amazement. He called me angel, she thought. But she wasn't brave enough to ask him what it meant. It was enough to know that he cared for her, in some way. She rested a hand on his chest and felt his heartbeat return to normal.

He turned his head to look at her with his warm brown eyes. "I'm sorry. It's just… I've been… and you're so…." He wrapped an arm around her waist as he yawned. "I'll make it up to you, I promise." He kissed her sweetly and then promptly fell asleep.

She brushed his dark hair back with the feather-light touch of her fingers. "I've been thinking about you, too," she whispered. She nestled against his warmth and soon joined him in peaceful slumber.

~*~

Tomoyo was having the most wonderful dream when she felt a tickling sensation along her spine. She opened her eyes and blinked in the darkness, taking a moment to remember where she was. As her eyes adjusted to the low light, she recognized the masculine furnishings of Touya's room. Which means he's the one responsible for this delicious feeling, she thought, a smile coming to her lips.

He was pressing kisses down her back, and he knew she was awake when she sighed and stretched languorously in his arms. His hand reached up to cup her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. She rolled over and found him lying so close to her that their noses brushed against each other.

He lightly touched his lips to hers, and she rested her hand against his cheek as he continued softly moving his lips in a series of chaste kisses. His hand moved to her hip as his kisses became hotter, urging her mouth to open against his. Her lips parted, and he swept his tongue inside. She pressed closer to him, wanting to join more than just their mouths.

He rolled her onto her back as he kissed her, leaning over her and sliding his fingers into her silky hair on either side of her face. Her arms went around him, and he lifted his head to look down at her. He could just make out her delicate features. The moonlight streaming through the window only enhanced her angelic appearance. She was the loveliest creature he had ever seen, and she was his. Mine? He shook his head to drive away the confusion that the possessive statement had created.

"What's wrong?"

She was looking at him warily, and he remembered that she could see him in the dim light, too. "Nothing. Give me your hands."

She did as she was told, and he kissed her fingers before pressing a kiss into each palm. "Now, put your arms above your head." She did, linking her hands together on the pillow. "Leave them there. Don't move." He could see that she was confused, and he laughed. She just gave him a dirty look.

He pulled the sheet down until her feet were exposed. He sat on his knees and took in the glorious sight of her. Her dark hair was tousled around her face, and with her arms raised, her breasts were perfectly thrust forward. He leaned down to bestow a quick kiss to each swollen peak, but he wasn't able to make it so quick after all. He took a rosy bud between his lips and sucked it lightly until he felt one of her hands in his hair.

He raised his head and gave her a stern look, placing her arm back above her head. "I'll stop if you don't behave," he warned with a teasing tone in his voice. She nodded contritely and clasped her hands together again. She didn't want him to stop. Ever.

He returned his attention to her breasts, suckling at one while brushing his fingers against the other. She moaned, and it took a lot of will power to keep her hands away from him. Not being able to touch him was sweet torture. It made the sensations running through her body all the more intense.

He moved lower and pushed her legs apart. She closed her eyes in heady anticipation of what he would do next, but it never came. Instead, he surprised her by sitting down near her feet and kissing her ankle. He then closed his hand around her ankle as he moved his lips up the inside of her leg, stopping near her knee. He raised her leg and began kissing the inside of her thigh, sliding his tongue across her smooth skin, lowering his head as he approached the apex. She tensed, feeling his warm breath against her dark curls.

She was disappointed when he stopped his exploration there and turned to her other leg, again beginning at the ankle and kissing his way up the inside, each touch of his lips or tongue setting fire to her flesh. She gripped her hands together tightly as he reached the top of her thigh, almost sobbing with her need. She was throbbing with it, wanting him to touch her so badly that she thought she might die if he didn't.

She couldn't use her hands, but she still had the rest of her body. She bent her knees and lifted her hips, silently begging him to touch her, kiss her, anything. It was exquisite agony waiting for him to end his little tour of her legs and take the treasure between them.

He could feel the heat of her skin and knew that she was wild with need for him as she writhed her hips. It was so good just kissing her, touching her, knowing what he was making her feel. He'd drawn out the moment, wanting it to be perfect for her when he finally gave her what she wanted.

He brushed the back of his hand against her dark, damp curls, and she whimpered, trying to press close to him. She was so wet, and he felt his own need for her grow. He tried to ignore the throbbing of his own body as his fingers caressed the inside of her thigh before finding their way to her swollen bud.

She screamed when he touched her, and her hands came apart to clutch at the pillow. He rubbed his thumb against her before sliding a finger inside. She moved against his hand, rocking her hips as his finger slid in and out of her, faster and deeper, until she was moaning, reaching desperately for fulfillment. Her hips bucked higher and wilder as he plunged his finger into her again and again, pushing her to the peak and over the edge. She cried out as the pleasure racked her body and tears fell down her cheeks.

He raised himself up next to her and gently licked away her tears. She opened her eyes and saw him looking at her tenderly. She couldn't describe the way he made her feel, not just physically, but in her heart, her soul. She just knew that it was something bigger than both of them. "Can I touch you now?" she whispered.

He laughed hoarsely. "Please." She took his face in her hands and kissed him, sweeping her tongue into his mouth. As he kissed her back, he awkwardly tried to reach for the knob on his nightstand. He managed to shimmy the drawer open, and he broke away from her to pull out a small square item. He tore the wrapper and fumbled with the packet while he kissed her. When he was ready he poised himself between her legs, wanting to fill her but waiting for her signal.

She took a deep breath and wrapped her arms around him before nodding. He slowly entered her, her tight passage expanding to take him in. She moaned as he pushed deep inside her, and she tightened her arms around him.

He lowered his head to kiss her neck. "So beautiful," he murmured. He moved his lips against her hair. "My angel."

Their lovemaking was deliciously unhurried as they kissed and touched and whispered sweet nothings, words that would be forgotten, but their meaning would linger on. Their bodies moved together in a timeless rhythm, craving the pleasure they could only find in each other's arms. She whispered his name, and he answered her plea by increasing the tempo of his thrusts, which she matched with her writhing hips. They found release together, and they held on to each other tightly as they came back down to earth.

They were hot, and sweat covered their bodies, but they wouldn't let go of each other. They curled up together and, after one last kiss, let sleep claim them.

~*~

The harsh sunlight came pouring into the room like an unwelcome guest. Touya put a hand over his tired eyes to block the glare as he rolled over and reached for the warm bundle next to him, his body aching to wish her a good morning. When his hand only grabbed air, he opened his eyes. Sure enough, Tomoyo was gone. He touched the sheets where she'd been. Still warm. He sat up and saw that her dress was still on the floor. She's here somewhere.

He reluctantly got out of bed and pulled on a pair of shorts. He found his slippers and slid his feet into them. "Tomoyo?" He walked out of the room and went downstairs.

He found her in the kitchen, her back to him as she filled the teapot with water. She hummed as she went about making tea. She was wearing his shirt, which was so big that it made her look like a little girl. He grinned at the sight. Kawaii, he thought, borrowing one of her favorite words.

He snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Good morning," he whispered.

She jumped a little in surprise. "Good morning," she answered, leaning against him slightly as she continued working.

He nuzzled his nose against her hair. "Mmm, that tea smells good."

She giggled as he brushed her hair aside and began tickling her neck with his lips. "Actually, it's just water right now."

"Then I guess it's something else that smells good," he said as he started nibbling her ear.

She turned around in his arms. "Flirt," she teased.

"Hussy," he replied, looking her up and down appreciatively and grinning when she blushed. "How long until the tea is ready?"

"Just a few minutes."

"Well, that doesn't give us much time."

She gave a little yelp when he picked her up and set her on the counter. He stood between her legs and kissed her. She looped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss, wishing she could start every morning just like this….