Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Comfort ❯ Confessions ( Chapter 5 )

A/N: I lied. ::sweatdrop:: I thought this would be five parts, but now I think it will be seven (the last part being an epilogue). I've had several requests to make it longer, and, besides, I'm just not ready to be done with it yet (LOL). Thank you so much for all the great reviews, emails, and ideas, and I wish I could incorporate all of them, but then this would just go on forever.

Disclaimer: CCS is the property of CLAMP, etc.

Comfort -> Longing -> Feelings -> Revelations -> Confessions

"Okaa-sama…"

"Inside. Now!"

Tomoyo looked at Touya, who gave her a little nod. She squeezed his hand before going into the house.

Sonomi was about to follow her daughter inside without another word, but Touya stopped her. "If you'll just let me-"

"I'm not really interested right now," she interrupted him. "Go home." And with that, she firmly shut the door in his face. Touya stared at the closed door for a moment before muttering a curse and heading back to his car.

Tomoyo was waiting for her mother in her office, sitting on one of the wing-backed chairs and swinging her legs like a petulant little girl. When Sonomi walked in, Tomoyo stood up and faced her, immediately on the defensive, her arms crossed in front of her like a shield.

"You'd better have a damned good reason for lying to me, young lady."

"Well, thank you for finally taking an interest in my life!" Tomoyo shot back. "I was beginning to wonder if you even knew I existed!"

Sonomi was stunned by her daughter's outburst. Tomoyo had never raised her voice to her. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't you?" Tomoyo had never been so angry. "I'm not surprised. When was the last time you talked to me about anything? When was the last time we ever spent any time together at all? Do you even know anything about me? About my life?"

"What I want to know is why you were sneaking around with him. When I came home and you weren't here, I just about had to threaten the maid to find out what you'd been up to. Not only did you lie to me, but you made the staff lie for you as well. What on earth were you thinking?"

Tomoyo's eyes began to fill with tears. "I was lonely," she said quietly. "Do you understand that? Sakura had just moved away, and you were gone on some business trip, as usual. So I invited Touya over, saying that I had some of Sakura's things for him to send to her. I could've sent them myself, but I just needed to see someone, talk to someone." The story kept spilling out right along with her tears. She couldn't stop either of them. "I was so lonely," she said again. "So lonely that I practically threw myself at him."

Her mother's mouth dropped open in shock. "You're sleeping with him?" she asked in a harsh whisper. When Tomoyo nodded, Sonomi shook her head and closed her eyes, trying desperately not to lose her temper. "I thought you knew better than that. Can't you see he's just using you? I'll bet he's even told you that he loves you. That's what they do, keeping you dangling until they've gotten all they can out of you, and then they toss you aside like yesterday's newspaper."

It should have been obvious that they weren't talking about Touya anymore, but Tomoyo was too upset to realize it. "You're wrong. He's not like that. He hasn't said that he loves me or made me any flowery promises." It was like a little stab in her heart to have to admit it out loud, but it was the truth, and she knew it. "But he does care about me. He's good to me." She saw that her mother wasn't convinced. "This is exactly why I didn't tell you. I knew you wouldn't understand."

"No, I don't. How could you do this to me?"

Tomoyo stared at her mother in disbelief. "What does this have to do with you? Are you even listening to me?" She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "I'm in love with him. He makes me happy. This should be the best time of my life. Why are you trying to ruin it?" She ran from the room before Sonomi could answer.

Sonomi covered her eyes with her hands and sighed. She knew she handled that badly, but she'd been so worried about Tomoyo that she didn't stop to think. "I just don't want you to make the same mistake I did," she whispered to the empty room.

~*~

"Dammit!" Touya cursed as he slammed the door behind him, feeling an odd sense of déjà vu.

"What did you do this time?" his father asked from the living room, where he was finishing his slice of cake and watching the last few minutes of an old movie on television.

"Sonomi's home," Touya said, leaning against the doorframe, his hands in his pockets. "And she wasn't thrilled to find out that Tomoyo and I have been… spending time together."

"She didn't know?"

"Up until a few days ago, there wasn't anything to know," Touya answered as he joined his father on the sofa. "It's not like we were intentionally keeping it from her." But now that he thought about it, he remembered how Tomoyo had always made sure her mother wasn't around whenever she invited him over. It was strange how their relationship had evolved in secret. If his father hadn't discovered them, would they still be sneaking around? We're not doing anything wrong. Why were we hiding it?

"So what did Sonomi have to say?" Fujitaka asked, interrupting his son's thoughts.

"I don't know. She wouldn't let me explain." I'll go over there tomorrow, after they've had a chance to talk. Then everything should be all right.

"Well, she can be like that, as I remember."

Touya nodded distractedly. There was something else on his mind, and he wondered if he should bring it up. No time like the present. He took a deep breath and announced, "I'm moving out."

His father wasn't surprised. "I thought you might."

"Don't think that I'm ungrateful. I really appreciate you letting me live here to save money. I just… need my own space, especially now that…." He let the awkward statement trail off.

"Now that you and Tomoyo are… spending time together?" Fujitaka finished for him with a raised eyebrow.

"I guess you could say that," Touya answered sheepishly. Now he knew how Tomoyo felt when he teased her about their physical relationship. It was pretty embarrassing.

~*~

Touya went straight to the Daidouji house after work the next day. He'd tried calling Tomoyo during his lunch break, but the maid told him that she wasn't taking any calls. That just worried him more, and he wasn't able to concentrate all afternoon. He dashed out as soon as he could and even ran from the car to the front door.

Sonomi met him with a blank expression. "I'm ready to listen now," was all she said before she turned and walked to her office.

She gestured for him to sit down, but he remained standing. "Is Tomoyo all right?" he asked. "When I called before, she wouldn't talk to me."

"She's not talking to anybody," Sonomi sighed. She looked at him directly. "I need you to tell me exactly what's going on between you two." After she'd calmed down last night, she went up to Tomoyo's room to have a more reasonable discussion, but Tomoyo had refused to let her in. This was the only way she was going to find anything out.

Touya told her everything. He had no choice. "I never meant for it to become this big secret," he said when he was finished. "It just happened that way. No one knew we were seeing each other, but it didn't seem to matter, because we were just friends, until-"

"Until she fell in love with you," Sonomi said quietly.

"Until I fell in love with her," he replied.

She looked up sharply. "She doesn't know that, does she?" He shook his head. "Do you know why I was so angry?" she asked. She wasn't really looking for a response from him, so he remained silent. "I saw myself standing out there on the doorstep, with Tomoyo's father. I was so young then, and I thought he loved me. That's what he said, anyway. I believed it. And then one day, he was gone." Tears formed in the amethyst eyes that she'd passed on to her daughter. "He left us. It had all been a lie." The tears didn't fall. She wouldn't let them. "I swore I'd never let anyone hurt Tomoyo like that."

"I'll never hurt her," Touya said with quiet conviction. We promised we wouldn't hurt each other.

Sonomi nodded and wiped away a stray tear with her fingertip. "I know you won't. You're an honorable man, just like your father." She laughed shakily. "Never thought I'd say that."

"Thank you." He pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to her. "Now, is she in her room? I have something very important to tell her."

She nodded again. "Go. But please stay for dinner. I still need to talk to both of you."

He agreed as he strode quickly from the room, heading for the stairs, which he took two at a time.

~*~

Tomoyo was lying on her bed, still in her robe and staring up at the canopy. The same song played over and over on the stereo. Did I love him even then? I wonder if he remembers.

There was a knock on her door. "Please go away," she said. She still wasn't ready to talk to her mother yet. It was childish, but she was punishing Sonomi for not treating her with the respect she deserved as a grown woman.

"It's me," Touya said.

She sat up and looked down at herself, now wishing that she'd bathed and gotten properly dressed instead of sulking all day. "Just a minute," she called, running over to her dressing table to brush her hair. She stuck her tongue out at her disheveled reflection, but it was the best she could do without making him wait all day.

When she opened the door, he rushed in, kicking it closed behind him. He gathered her in his arms and looked straight into her beautiful eyes. "I love you," he said before she could speak. "God, Tomoyo, I love you so much." She just stared at him with wide eyes. "I've loved you all along."

She still didn't say anything, but then, slowly, a smile came to her lips. "I love you, too," she answered.

He spent a half-second wondering how on earth he got so lucky before he kissed her. Her arms went around him as she returned his kiss. When they broke apart, he tucked her head under his chin and held her close. "I can't believe you were right under my nose all these years," he said.

"I think I was always waiting for you," she replied softly, "and waiting to grow up so you would finally notice me."

"I'm so glad you did." His arms tightened around her, and they stood there in a blissful silence. Then he heard the music on the stereo. "Why do I know this song?" he wondered out loud. She stood very still as he listened to it. There was something very familiar about holding her while the music played. "The wedding," he remembered suddenly. "We danced to this song at Sakura's wedding party, didn't we?"

She nodded. "It was the best three minutes of my life," she said shyly. Then she looked up at him with pink cheeks. "Well, until recently, that is."

He would've laughed, but instead he kissed her, his mouth moving over hers gently, lovingly. Her lips parted beneath his, and his tongue swept between them to tangle with hers. His hands roamed her back, pressing her close to him, and she eagerly responded to him before pulling back. "No, don't," she said.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm disgusting," she answered. "I haven't even had a bath yet."

"Then I guess we should do something about that," he replied. He took her hand and led her into her bathroom. "Let's get you cleaned up," he teased. He untied the belt on her robe and laughed when he saw what she was wearing underneath. "I wondered where that went."

She looked down at the blue men's shirt that had become her favorite nightgown. "I was going to give it back."

He shook his head. "Keep it. It looks better on you, anyway." He unbuttoned the shirt and pushed it off her shoulders and onto the floor. "But it looks even better like that." He kissed her, and she started to melt against him again before he pulled away. He turned on the tap and filled the tub with hot water. He held up two decorative bottles sitting next to the faucet. "Do you want lavender or rose?"

"Rose."

He looked at the label and then handed the bottle to her. "You do it. I don't know how much to use." As she poured the bath oil into the water, he unknotted his tie and stripped off his shirt.

"What are you doing?"

He grinned at her as he continued undressing. "It will be much easier if I get in with you." After tugging off his shorts and socks, he stepped into the tub and held out his hand to her. "Well?"

She turned a very becoming shade of pink before taking his hand and joining him in the tub. It was a large tub, and she was often able to lounge comfortably in it, but, with the two of them… "This is certainly cozy, isn't it?" she giggled, twisting around as she tried to find the best position.

"Mmm," he groaned when her backside wiggled against him. He grabbed her arms and held her still. "Quit moving, or this will be over much too soon." He ran his fingers over the many glass and plastic bottles lined along the tub's edge. "Good God, how much stuff do girls need? Which of these is the shampoo?"

"This one, of course," she answered, handing him the bottle as floral-scented steam rose off the water's surface. "You're going to smell like a girl, you know," she teased.

"It's a good thing I'm secure in my manhood," he replied as he squirted the pink gel into his palm. It smelled like raspberries. He began working the gel into her long hair, the damp tresses sliding through his fingers. She sighed as his hands gently massaged her scalp. She never knew that simply having her hair washed could feel so good. "Now rinse," he instructed when he was through.

As she rinsed the shampoo from her hair, his brown eyes landed on her mesh bath sponge. "What do you do with this?"

"Here," she answered, handing him another of the many bottles. "You use it with this."

He squeezed the liquid soap onto the sponge. It too smelled like raspberries. He slowly rubbed the mesh against her arm as the soap lathered into a frothy foam. He washed her other arm, her back, her legs, then moved the sponge over her breasts, her stomach, all in a very detached manner, just getting the job done. She loved the way he took such care with her, gently washing every part of her. But he seemed a bit indifferent to the fact that he was being so intimate with her body, even when the sponge moved between her legs.

"Okay, what next?" he asked casually as he wrung out the mesh and returned it to the ledge.

She felt incredibly warm from his ministrations, but he didn't seem to be affected. "I just need to wash my face, and we'll be done," she said, taking another of the bottles and squirting the soap into her hand. She rubbed the cream over her face and then wiped it off with a washcloth. "That's it." She tried to get up, but his arm was wrapped firmly around her waist.

"Not so fast," he whispered. His free hand pushed her heavy mass of wet hair over one shoulder, leaving the other bare. He lowered his head and put his lips to her wet skin as the hand on her waist moved to her thigh before insinuating itself between her legs.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice trembling as his hot, open mouth found her neck.

"Loving you," he murmured. As one hand persuaded her legs to part, the other went to her breast, lightly pinching the swollen peak between his fingers. Her head fell back against him, and she spread her thighs as much as she could within the confines of the bathtub.

His fingers started working their magic down below, caressing her tender petals, already making her crazy. She whimpered and boldly put her hand over his, guiding him to where she wanted to be touched. He put his lips to her ear. "There?" he asked, and when she nodded, he rubbed the spot with his thumb until she moaned.

She could feel herself throbbing as his torment continued. The hand on her breast continued massaging her, while the one between her legs started to lose interest in simply rubbing her flesh. She gasped when she felt his finger slide inside her, and pleasure coursed through her body as it slowly started moving.

He was kissing her shoulder again, lightly raking his teeth over her soft skin and then washing it with his tongue. It was all too much. His lips, his hand, his finger all moved together, each adding to the sensation building up within her.

He wanted her to have this, but he could tell she was holding back. "Let it happen, angel," he whispered near her ear. "Just let go." He slid his finger deep inside her, alternating between quick, hard strokes, and slow, gentle strokes until she found her release with a long, low moan.

She leaned back against his chest, trying to catch her breath. She'd never be able to take a bath again without remembering this. He was still kissing her, murmuring love words against her skin as his arms held her close to him. The bath water had chilled, and even though the pleasure had warmed her, she couldn't help shivering.

He felt her shiver, and he noticed her puckered flesh. "Now you can get out," he said, then laughed when she made no move to get up. "Come on. You're cold." She still didn't move. "I'm cold, too, and I can't get out until you do."

She reluctantly stood up and stepped out of the tub. He was right behind her, and he pulled the plug to let the tub drain. He quickly rubbed her with a large towel before wrapping it around her, then grabbed another one to dry himself. He secured the towel around his waist and looked at the still quiet young woman with amusement.

She hadn't said anything because she couldn't seem to think. Finally she regained her senses. "Thank you," she said softly. "That was the best bath I've ever had."

He grinned at her. "Me, too."

She stepped back and tilted her head as she regarded him with her mesmerizing eyes. "Only you didn't get clean. Or anything else," she added slyly, her eyes focused on his towel and the slight bulge behind it.

He knew what she was looking at, and somehow that just made it worse. "I'm okay," he said, trying to ignore the persistent ache. "It'll go away in a few minutes."

"Maybe so," she replied, "but you could be having some fun in the meantime." Now that she'd come back down to earth, she was ready to tease him again with the shy boldness she never knew she possessed until he'd unleashed it in her.

Now she was the one to take his hand and lead him out of the bathroom and to her bed. She dropped her towel on the floor before removing his and instructing him to lie down. She joined him on the bed, leaning over him and kissing him with smiling lips. His mouth opened to her, and her tongue mated with his in the familiar rhythm that they'd created together.

Her lips moved to his chest, tasting his damp skin, and she felt him sigh. She licked his taut little nipple before tugging on it with her lips, just as he'd often done to her. He even groaned, and the sound just encouraged her to move lower.

God, how he loved her. She made him feel like no one else could. This was what life was about. This was happiness. This was-

He couldn't think anymore as she took him into her sweet mouth. She knew how to please him, and she loved doing it. She sucked gently, and his hands went into her hair as he groaned again. She released him, but she wasn't done yet. She put her lips to his tip and kissed him there, just the lightest of pecks, but it was enough to make his heart pound. She gave him a last good stroke with her tongue before raising her head.

His eyes were darker than she'd ever seen them, and held an expression she never wanted to forget. She saw love there, and she knew it was reflected in her own eyes. She kissed him again before reaching over to open the drawer on her nightstand and pull something out.

He saw the package in her hand. "Where did you get that?" he asked, somehow managing to speak even though he couldn't breathe.

"I bought them, after that first time, always hoping that we'd have a use for them," she answered with a bit of a blush staining her cheeks, her fingers quickly tearing the foil and sheathing him expertly.

"Good girl," he said as she straddled him. It was the last thing he'd say for a while. When she slid down and took him inside her, he was lost.

She kissed him as she began moving, and his hands tangled in her hair as their tongues held their own mating dance. He felt so good inside her, and she moved faster, raising herself up and bracing her hands on his chest.

She felt so good around him, squeezing him, and his raised his hips to penetrate deeper, needing to fill her completely. His mind was already gone, and his body was about to follow. He grabbed her hips and thrust upward, hard, until the pleasure exploded and a low groan was torn from his throat.

His eyes must have closed during all this, because when he opened them, he saw her smiling above him. "I love you," she whispered, brushing his dark hair away from his forehead.

He cupped her cheek in his hand, buying himself a minute as he tried to remember how to breathe. "I love you, too," he answered, his voice a bit shaky.

She smiled again and moved off of him, but before he could protest, she was curled up against him with her head on his chest and her arm over his waist. She felt his chest rise and fall as his breathing returned to normal, and she listened to the steady drumming of his heart.

His arms went around her. He wanted to just hold her like this forever. It was a wonderful feeling, laying in contented silence with the woman he loved. But then he realized that it wasn't completely silent. He noticed that the same song was still quietly playing on the stereo. It was burned into his brain now, connected to two memories, both of them with her.

She felt so warm, and safe, and happy. She never wanted the feeling to end. "I wish you could stay with me," she said softly, her fingers idly tracing patterns on his chest. "I loved sleeping with you the other night."

He knew what she meant. "That was nice, wasn't it?" He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. He wanted to stay, to keep her in his arms while he slept and wake up next to her. He couldn't stand to be away from her, but that's the way it was. Or was it? "Let's go away this weekend," he said suddenly.

She sat up and looked at him. "Really?"

"Sure, why not?"

She squealed with delight and kissed him. Then she remembered that they already had plans. "But what about the baseball game?"

"Will you be too disappointed if we don't go?" he teased.

She pretended to think about it. "I suppose I'll get over it." She settled down against him again, and his arms went back around her, just as they were always meant to. "I know where we can go," she said. "My grandparents have a cabin up at the lake. They never use it. I'll bet I can sweet talk them into giving me the keys. We can just lock ourselves away for two whole days."

"That sounds like heaven," he said, gently stroking her hair. They lay there together peacefully, and his eyes even drifted closed before snapping open again. "Damn. What time is it?"

Tomoyo leaned up to look at the clock. "Just after seven. Why?"

Touya cursed again and sat up quickly. "We're supposed to be downstairs having dinner with your mother. She's going to wonder what the hell we've been doing up here."

She jumped up and started rifling through her lingerie drawer. "Why didn't you tell me?" she asked as she pulled on a pair of white knickers.

"I forgot." He retrieved his clothes from the bathroom floor and got dressed quickly. His shirt was a bit wrinkled, and he tried to smooth it out as he tucked it into his trousers. "Oh, hell, she's going to know. Just when she was starting to accept the whole idea of us being together."

"She was?" She stood there in her knickers and camisole, looking at him with an amazed expression.

He nodded. "She was just worried about you, you know. She loves you, and I think that it hurt her that you were shutting her out."

"I know," Tomoyo said quietly. "We'll talk to her, and everything will be okay, right?"

"Right," Touya reassured her. He gave her a quick kiss and pushed her toward her closet. "Now, hurry up and get dressed before she changes her mind and tries to kill me."

~*~

A/N: I know many of you were anxiously awaiting this update, and I hope you liked it. I never thought that the "plot" elements would be harder to write than the lemony parts, but that's what took me so long. The next chapter will be pure, sweet, fluffy meringue, so I'll try to have it up for you soon.