Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Comfort ❯ Feelings ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: How does a one-shot lemon turn into a longer love story? I think this might end up being five parts. Arigatou gozaimasu to all of you who reviewed. It's nice to know that I'm not the only one who likes this kind of thing (LOL). The rating is still very much in effect.

Disclaimer: CCS is the property of CLAMP, etc.

Comfort -> Longing -> Feelings

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….

That's how Fujitaka Kinomoto found them.

"Good God," he exclaimed, dropping his briefcase and travel bag on the kitchen floor in shock.

Touya guiltily broke away from Tomoyo. He turned around and faced his father, trying to shield Tomoyo with his body. He felt like a child caught sneaking sweets before dinner. That is, if the sweets had stayed overnight and were half-naked. "Otou-san. When did you get here?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

Fujitaka tried to compose himself as well. "Just now," he said evenly, as if nothing unusual had happened. He faltered when he recognized the young woman with his son. "Tomoyo?" Nothing could have surprised him more.

She was blushing furiously. "Good morning, sir. How was your trip?" Her good manners were intact, even if her modesty was shot.

"Fine, thank you," he replied, politely reciting his lines in this farce.

"That's nice." She hopped off the counter, clutching Touya's shirt around her. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I'll just go change." She walked out of the kitchen with as much dignity as she could muster.

She grabbed her purse from the living room and ran upstairs. She went to Sakura's room and locked the door behind her, then leaned against it and put her hands over her eyes. She was absolutely mortified.

After a few deep breaths, she tried to figure out what she was going to do. She'd stashed some knickers and a toothbrush in her bag in case she stayed all night, but she hadn't brought any clothes. She'd thought it would look presumptuous to bring an overnight case with her, and she really would have looked stupid if she had chickened out, or, worse, if Touya had turned her down. There was no way she could put her purple dress back on. Touya's shirt provided more cover than that dress.

"Oh, God. Why didn't I think this through?" she wondered aloud as she began searching Sakura's room for something to wear. Luckily, there were a few things that hadn't been sent to Hong Kong, and if the fates were smiling on her, something just might fit.

She stopped suddenly when another thought struck her. "I'm going to have to call for the car. The whole household staff knows I spent the night here. Oh, God, why didn't I think this through?"

While Tomoyo was upstairs trying desperately not to panic, Touya and Fujitaka were regarding each other silently over two cups of tea. Each was hoping the other would begin what was sure to be an embarrassing conversation.

"I thought you weren't coming back until next week," Touya finally said.

"They didn't need me at the site anymore, and after two months away, I was anxious to get home," his father replied. "I took the first flight I could get."

Touya nodded. He stared into his teacup, wondering how he was going to explain all this. He was just grateful that his father had walked in when he did. If he had been just one minute later, who knows what state they would have been in.

"How long have you been seeing Tomoyo?" Fujitaka asked, finally broaching the subject.

"About a month," Touya answered. "But we're not really seeing each other. We're friends."

Fujitaka's eyebrows arched skeptically. "Is that what they're calling it these days?"

Touya sighed. This was too complicated to get into this early in the morning. "It's not like that, exactly. She came over for dinner last night, and things just kind of… happened."

"So then this was the first time you two…" His father's question drifted off as he looked away uncomfortably.

"Yes," Touya said, actually blushing for the first time in years. Then he shook his head. "Well, the second, technically." Having every single one of his teeth pulled without anesthesia would be less painful than this conversation. He realized how bad this all must sound. He went back to staring at his teacup, trying to decide how much of this story he should tell.

"Are you in love with her?" Fujitaka asked suddenly.

Touya had spent the past few weeks avoiding that very question. He rested his elbows on the table and shoved his hands through his hair, closing his eyes. "I don't know," he whispered hoarsely. God help me, I might be.

"Does she love you?"

"I don't know."

"What do you know?" It wasn't a sarcastic question. He was just trying to understand.

Touya opened his eyes and saw his father looking at him with concern. "I know that I love being with her. I know that she's important to me. I know that I need her in my life." As he thought about her, he raised his eyes to the ceiling, and he realized how long she'd been upstairs. "And I know that she's extremely embarrassed about what just happened," he said, starting to laugh at the whole awkward situation.

His father smiled. "She has been gone a long time, hasn't she?"

Touya started to get up. "Maybe I should go check on her, make sure she didn't climb out the window or something."

He heard a dainty sneeze in the next room, and a few seconds later, Tomoyo walked into the kitchen, wearing one of Sakura's sweaters and pair of her slacks. She'd brushed her hair and pulled it back in a low ponytail. She looked completely poised, except for the pink still staining her cheeks. "I must be getting a cold," she said. "I can't stop sneezing."

Father and son exchanged a private grin. "Well, how about some breakfast?" Fujitaka asked, as if it were perfectly normal for the three of them to eat together on a Sunday morning.

"Thank you," Tomoyo said, "but my car is on its way here."

"A cup of tea, then?"

"Thank you," she said again. She sat down at the table and folded her hands demurely.

"You're leaving?" Touya asked her in a low voice.

"Shouldn't I?" She accepted the teacup from Fujitaka with a polite smile.

"I would've taken you home," Touya continued, pouring a little milk into her cup.

"I know, but-"

"But nothing," he interrupted her. "Next time, I'm taking you home." His father coughed, and Tomoyo turned bright red. Touya groaned. "That came out wrong, didn't it?"

The doorbell rang. "I think that's for me," Tomoyo said, standing up to go.

"Tomoyo." Fujitaka stopped her. "Please have dinner with us tomorrow."

"I'll look forward to it," she responded, bowing respectfully before she turned to leave.

"Wait a minute." Touya followed her into the living room. She picked up her purse and Sakura's old backpack from the sofa. "Just hold on." He grabbed her wrist before she could start for the door.

"I'm borrowing this," she said, indicating the backpack. "I'll bring it back tomorrow, okay? And the clothes, too."

"Look at me." She raised her amethyst eyes to his brown ones. "What's wrong?"

Nothing was wrong, really. She was just unsettled by everything that had happened this morning. An hour ago she'd felt like they were the only two people in the world. Then reality came crashing back. She sighed. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I just got a little freaked out."

He wrapped his arms around her. "I know," he said against her hair. "This is not how I wanted to spend the morning." She could hear the restrained frustration in his voice.

His skin was warm against her cheek. She relaxed in his arms and let him hold her for a minute before pulling away. "I have to go."

"Do you have any plans for tonight?" he asked. She shook her head. "You do now. I'm taking you out." Before she could say anything, he covered her mouth with his. She leaned into him and opened her mouth to his persistent lips. She moaned softly when his tongue rubbed against hers, and she whimpered in protest when he lifted his head. "Pick you up at seven?"

"Make it six."

~*~

"They all know, don't they?" Touya asked as they walked to his car. As he had waited for Tomoyo to come downstairs, he'd been on the receiving end of curious glances and secret smiles from the Daidouji household staff.

"Of course they do," she answered. He opened the car door for her, and she slid inside. "I didn't come home last night, and they know where I was. It doesn't take a genius to connect the dots."

Touya sighed as he walked around to his side of the car. Everyone on the all-female staff had always been courteous, almost friendly, as he'd spent time with Tomoyo, becoming part of her life. They were used to seeing him around the house, and they were pleased to see Tomoyo so happy. They knew that he was the reason. And they honored the young lady's wishes by keeping the relationship a secret from her mother. Even though they might have felt a little guilty about not being completely honest with their employer, they couldn't resist being part of a blossoming romance.

"So, how about a movie, and then dinner?" he asked as he started the car.

"Sounds good," she replied. Anywhere. I'll go anywhere with you. "I missed you today." She said it shyly, wondering how he would take it.

"Me too," he said with a smile. He took her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist. "You smell great."

"It's my lavender bath oil. Eriol sent it to me from England for Christmas."

He scowled. Eriol. That little reincarnated jerk-off that Kaho kept going back to. "Why is he sending you gifts?"

"We're friends."

"Friends," he repeated. His scowl deepened. He took his eyes off the road long enough to glance at her. "Are you two friends the same way that you and I are friends?" he asked, almost angrily.

She knew what he was asking, and she smiled, realizing that he was jealous. "No," she said simply. As much as everyone would have liked it, she and Eriol never went beyond friendship. People were always telling them what a good couple they would make, but he'd always loved Kaho, and Tomoyo wasn't interested anyway.

"Good," he said, still frowning a bit. He didn't say anything else as he pulled into the parking space, and she wondered what he was thinking.

He knew that he was not her first lover. Well, she wasn't his first, either. But it bothered him that she had a history with someone else. It shouldn't, but it did. It wasn't something they had talked about, and he didn't know if he wanted the details or not. It didn't really matter, did it? She's with me now, and it's going to stay that way.

He tried to put those thoughts out of his mind as they walked to the theater. He held her hand possessively, something he'd never done before. Things had definitely changed between them.

She was surprised by the way he took her hand. It's almost like we're a couple. Is that what we are now? She gave him a curious look, but he just smiled at her. She smiled back, glad that his good mood had returned.

"What do you want to see?" he asked.

"You pick."

He hoped she would say that. He was grinning as he bought the tickets, but she didn't seem to notice. He got her a soda and led her into the theater. "Let's sit in the back," he said, scooting into the last row of seats. "It's much better back here." He didn't say for what.

She could see better from the center, but if he wanted to sit in the back row, then that was fine with her. She sat down next to him and looked around the theater. It wasn't very crowded. That can't be a good sign, she thought. This movie must be pretty bad. I wonder why he picked it.

He settled into his seat, still grinning. He couldn't stop looking at her. She was a completely different person from the temptress who had come to him last night. Now she looked so cute and innocent in her navy pleated skirt and prim white blouse, her hair up in a ponytail, just like a junior high school girl. Which was only fitting, because he felt like a hormonal fifteen-year-old who wanted to make out with a pretty girl in a dark movie theater. Which was only fitting, because that's pretty much what he had in mind.

As the lights went down, he rested his arm along the back of her seat. Her eyes were focused on the screen as the credits began, and she sipped on her soda, sucking gently on the straw. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, he thought as his body stiffened, remembering how her lips had felt when she- He stopped that line of thinking before he started to ache even more. He watched her instead of the film, waiting for her to recognize it. She didn't seem to, but then, she wouldn't.

He leaned close to her, and the arm on her seat moved down to surround her shoulders. He squeezed her shoulder as he put his lips to her hair. She felt his warm breath on her ear as he started nibbling on her earlobe. "Touya," she whispered. "Watch the movie."

"I've already seen it. It's not any good," he answered, moving his lips from her ear to her cheek.

"When did you see it?" She stepped on his foot, but she didn't really want him to stop what he was doing.

"Last week, with you," he said, putting a finger under her chin and turning her face to his.

She remembered now. He'd stayed at her house late one night to help her study for her art history final, and the next day he took her out to celebrate when she announced that she'd aced it. He'd suggested the movie, but she fell asleep before it even started.

He was remembering, too. She'd been so tired from studying, and when the theater lights went out, so did she. She'd snuggled against him as she slept, her head on his shoulder and her arm curved over his thigh. He'd sat there in pain, trying to watch the stupid movie and ignore the way his body was reacting to her.

But this time, she was awake, and he wasn't denying his desire for her anymore. He kissed her, tasting the sticky sweetness of the soda on her lips. Her eyes drifted closed as she leaned into him. His mouth moved slowly over hers as if he were trying to memorize each millimeter of every curve of her lips. Then he deepened his kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth and tightening his grasp on her shoulder.

She turned in her seat, trying to get closer to him. She knocked her soda cup onto the floor, but neither of them noticed. She rested her hand against his chest, and she opened her mouth wider, wanting him to take total possession of it. Their tongues mated, rubbing together softly at first, then rougher, more insistent. Her hand moved around to the back of his head, and she sank her fingers into his hair.

This was definitely a bad idea, he thought as his body hardened. He'd thought they could just do a little kissing, but he should have known that he wouldn't be able to stop there. He needed more. He needed all of her. His hand cupped her breast, and she made that little whimpering sound in the back of her throat. He had to stop. He tore his mouth away from hers and tried to see her expression in the dark.

Her eyes were glazed, and her cheeks were flushed. "You're right," she whispered as she tried to catch her breath. "This movie is terrible."

"Want to go?" he asked. She could see that his eyes were black with desire. She nodded, and he yanked her up out of her seat.

They practically ran to his car, hand in hand. He turned the key, but he didn't know where to go. They couldn't go to his house, and they certainly couldn't go to hers. He wasn't about to try to make love to her in the back of his tiny car. The back… He slammed the car into gear and sped off.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"You'll see."

He drove to the park. The sun had gone down, and no one was around. He pulled a picnic blanket out of the back of his car and took her hand. "This way," he whispered. She walked as fast as she could, trying to keep up with his long strides.

He led her to a secluded cluster of trees off the main path. He spread the blanket on the ground, and they sank down onto it, coming into each other's arms. He leaned over her until she was lying on her back, and he kissed her as he began unbuttoning her blouse.

When her blouse fell open, he lowered his head to her breast, stroking his tongue over the aroused peak through the silk of her camisole. She held him to her as he took the bud between his lips, suckling while his fingers teased her other breast. She moaned and arched against him. He left a wet circle on her camisole as he began lavishing the same treatment on the other bud, taking it into his mouth as she writhed beneath him.

He raised himself up to kiss her again, moving his mouth hungrily over hers. He'd never wanted anyone as much as he wanted her. He didn't think he'd ever get enough of her. He loved the way she responded to his touch, the way she came alive in his arms. He put his lips to her neck, and her head fell back. "You are so damned sexy," he murmured as he slipped his hand under her skirt. She lifted her hips as he tugged her knickers off, and she made a little sound of disappointment when he pulled away from her.

He raised her skirt, and she closed her eyes. Then she heard him curse, and she leaned up on her elbows to look at him. "What's wrong?"

He was staring at her thigh. "I did this," he said softly. There was a large bruise where he'd grabbed her leg last night. "I hurt you."

"No, it's okay," she said. "I didn't even notice." Actually, she had noticed. She was rather proud of the bruise. It was a reminder of the passion they'd shared, the way she'd made him feel.

His fingers lightly traced the outline of the black-and-blue mark, and she winced. "See, it hurts when I touch you."

She shook her head. "It only hurts when you don't touch me."

He lowered his head and gently kissed the tender spot. "I'm sorry, angel," he whispered. He pushed her legs apart and bent down between them. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and brought her to his mouth. He put his own need aside and concentrated on pleasuring her, making up for the pain he'd caused.

She cried out as he began kissing her intimately, and her whole body felt hot, even though the night air was cool against her skin. Her back arched, and she locked her legs behind his head. His lips closed around her feminine bud, and she moaned as fire started racing through her body.

His hands were on her hips, and she reached down to set her hands over his. He let go of her hips and took her hands, and she twined her fingers through his. He caressed her with his tongue, tasting her sweet honey. Her hands grasped his tighter as he made love to her with his mouth, and she screamed when the pleasure washed over her, leaving her trembling in its wake.

He sat up and undid his trousers. He pulled a packet out of his wallet, fumbling with the wrapper. He wanted her so badly that his hands were shaking, and he couldn't open the stupid thing. He cursed when he dropped it a second time.

She watched him with amusement for a moment before she sat up. "Let me," she said. She ripped the foil in one quick motion and rolled the sheath over his length. She put her hands against his chest and gave him a little push. "Lie down," she instructed with a wicked smile.

She held up her skirt as she settled herself on top of him, straddling his waist. She let go of the skirt as she slowly slid down, taking him inside her. She leaned down to kiss him as she started moving above him, and he groaned as her muscles squeezed him. She moved slowly, and he raised his hips to her, matching her movements and pushing deep inside her. She sat up and her back arched as she started moving faster, wanting to give him the same feelings he always gave to her.

She looked like a wild goddess in the moonlight, like every man's fantasy. He'd dreamed of her just like this, and now she was here, a fantasy come to life. They fit together perfectly, and there was no one else who could make him feel this way.

His breathing became more rapid, and he knew he was near the edge. He wanted her to come with him, and he reached for her, sliding his hand under her skirt, finding the place where their bodies were joined. She moaned as he rubbed his thumb against her, and she threw her head back, crying out when she found release. He felt the explosion of his own release inside her, and he groaned low in his throat as the pleasure flowed through his body.

They lay there together, breathing heavily, hearts pounding. She shivered in the cool breeze, and he closed his arms around her.

Tomoyo opened her amethyst eyes and saw Touya smiling at her tenderly. She brushed his dark hair out of his warm brown eyes and gave him a soft kiss. They held each other close, wishing that this moment would never end.

"I love you."

~*~

A/N: I feel like being evil and leaving it there. Don't hate me (LOL). So… I know who said it. Do you?