Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Comfort ❯ Belonging ( Chapter 6 )

A/N: This section will end the main "plot" (using the term loosely) of the story. Oh, and the rating still applies, but if you've read this far, you've come to expect that. Thanks so much for all the wonderful reviews. I'd never written anything like this before, and my goal was to write a "sexy" story, but not a "dirty" story. I hope you've enjoyed reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it. Thanks again, and please remember to come back for the epilogue.

Disclaimer: CCS is the property of CLAMP, etc.

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

"This place is amazing," Touya said as he carried their suitcases through the front door. "But when you said it was a cabin, I pictured something smaller and more… rustic."

Tomoyo hadn't been to her grandparents' cabin since she was a small child, and she'd forgotten how big it actually was. "The Amamiyas aren't exactly known for roughing it. They like all the comforts of home." And it looked like a home, not a vacation hideaway, with its impeccable decorating, antique furniture, and all the modern conveniences… except for one. "I will tell you now that there's no television."

"I'm sure we can find other ways to entertain ourselves," he joked, grinning when she blushed. She's so damned cute. He loved how she could be so shy one minute and so bold the next. "Speaking of, where do you want these?"

"The bedrooms are this way," she said with crimson cheeks as she led him down the main hallway. She opened each door as they went past before choosing the third and last room. "This one," she said. "It faces the lake."

He set the suitcases down next to the mahogany armoire as she pulled the drapes open, revealing the floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased the spectacular view. The sun was setting low behind the water, creating striations of orange, magenta, and violet, which were reflected on the lake's smooth surface. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, and she leaned against him as they watched the colors blend into the sky. "Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?" she whispered in awe.

"Every time I look at you," he answered softly, his lips brushing against her hair.

She turned in his arms and kissed him. "Keep that up, and you may just get lucky this weekend," she teased, slanting her amethyst eyes toward the large four-poster bed with its inviting layers of luxurious linens.

He was chuckling as his mouth descended on hers, gently caressing her lips. Her arms wound around his neck, and her fingers slid into his thick hair. His hands were on her trim waist, then reached around to cup her backside as the kiss became deeper, hotter. She pressed close to him, and he felt himself already growing stiff. One of her hands moved to his belt, but he stopped her. "Later," he promised with a quick peck on the tip of her nose. "If I don't eat something soon, I'll be no use to you at all."

"Well, we can't have that," she replied, reluctantly stepping away from him. "Let's go check out the kitchen."

On the kitchen counter was a note from the cabin's caretakers. "My grandparents asked them to have everything ready for us," Tomoyo explained as she read the message. "And we're supposed to call if we need anything. They look after most of the cabins around here, so they just live down the road."

Touya opened the refrigerator door and let out a low whistle. "Look at all this." There was more than enough food for the next two days, and just about anything they could possibly want. Fresh fruits, crisp vegetables, chicken, steak, shrimp, eggs, milk, juice.… "Um, Tomoyo?"

She was busy searching through the cupboards. "Hmm?"

"Did they know that their innocent little granddaughter was coming up here to have sex with her boyfriend?"

Her cheeks burned. "I certainly hope not. Why?"

He turned around, and she saw that he was holding a bottle. A bottle of very expensive imported champagne. "I'll bet this cost more than I make in a week," he joked.

"Wow," she breathed. She looked at him, and, as usual, she was overwhelmed by her feelings for him. "Did you mean that?" she asked softly.

"Nah, it can't be that much."

"No, I mean…" She fidgeted a little, but she didn't take her eyes from his. "… about you being my boyfriend."

He raised a dark eyebrow. "Aren't I?"

She'd never really thought of it like that. They'd skipped some steps in their relationship, having to go back and fill them in later as they figured out what they wanted from each other. "It just doesn't seem like a strong enough word for what you are to me."

She was right. He didn't think of her as his girlfriend, because she was so much more than that. She was his whole world. "So, then, what am I?" he baited.

He was hers. He was everything. But that still wasn't enough. There wasn't a word for how she felt about him. "I don't know. What are you?"

He put the bottle back in the refrigerator and walked over to her. He knew she was being serious, but this really wasn't something to worry about. It didn't matter what they called each other. It just mattered that they were together. But he couldn't resist teasing her, so he put his lips to her ear and whispered, "I'm your lover."

She gave a shocked little gasp, and he grinned. "I can't tell people that," she hissed, smacking his arm.

"Then don't tell them. It's not their business, anyway." He kissed her before turning the conversation to a more important topic. "Now, are you going to feed me or not?"

They cooked dinner together after finally deciding on steaks and a green salad. It had been a hard choice. It all looked good. And it all tasted good, too. They lingered over their plates and the bottle of red wine she'd found, content just to be together, alone, relishing the absolute privacy. They held hands across the table, and their feet slowly rubbed against each other underneath it.

"We should probably clean all this up," Tomoyo said dreamily. She didn't want to move.

"Probably," Touya agreed, his chin propped in his hand as he gave her a lazy smile.

"Okay."

"Okay."

She frowned. "One of us is going to have to get up."

"Go ahead."

She kicked him under the table. "Help me."

He laughed and stood up to walk over to her side of the table. He bowed low and held out his hand to help her up. When she took his hand, he pulled her up against him and kissed her, long and slow until she was clinging to him. "I'll wash, you dry," he said, and it took her a second to remember what he was talking about.

They cleaned up the kitchen quickly, putting everything back in its place for tomorrow. When they were through, he tugged at his tie with a grimace. "I can't believe I'm still wearing this stupid thing."

She put her arms around his waist and looked up at him. "Let's go change into something more comfortable."

"Good idea."

Their hands were linked as they walked back to the bedroom. Tomoyo picked up her bag and went into the adjoining bathroom. "I may be a while. When you get changed, why don't you go start a fire for us in the living room?" Instead of waiting for him to answer, she closed the bathroom door and locked it behind her.

Touya tossed his suitcase on the bed. He unpacked and stashed his clothes in the armoire. Then he undressed and pulled on his green pajama pants, leaving his chest bare. He looked at the closed bathroom door. How long is she going to be? "Everything okay in there?" he called.

"Fine," she answered. "I'll be out in a few minutes."

"Fine," he repeated. He went back into the living room and knelt down by the fireplace. The caretakers had provided an ample supply of firewood, and there was a container filled with long matches. It took a few tries, but he managed to get a fire started, the small flames licking up around the logs. Still Tomoyo didn't appear. Is she nervous about spending the night with me? We've done it before.

He remembered the champagne in the kitchen and went to fetch it. When he opened the refrigerator to pull out the bottle, he saw a bowl of plump red strawberries, so he took that, too. He looked through the cabinets for glasses and a wine bucket, which he filled with ice. He carried everything into the living room and arranged it on the coffee table. Then he sat down on the rug with his back against the table and waited for her.

Tomoyo stood in the doorway, watching Touya as he stared into the fire. He was so gorgeous that he took her breath away. He had a beautiful body, so strong and lean, and she just wanted to run her hands all over it. But first she would run her hands through his thick hair. She loved his hair, especially the way it always fell in his eyes. And, oh, God, his eyes. His intense brown eyes that could be warm with love and amusement, then dark with desire and need. God, was he sexy. He's perfect. Absolutely perfect. "Sorry to keep you waiting," she said softly.

He looked up, and his mouth dropped open. She'd struck a pose against the doorframe, her ankles crossed, one hand on her hip and the other over her head. Her long tresses were twisted into a bun and secured with two black hairsticks. And though the black satin robe she was wearing had long sleeves, the hem only reached mid-thigh, showing off her shapely legs.

He was speechless, and she smiled as she sat down beside him, tucking her legs underneath her. "Are you going to open the champagne?" She put a finger under his chin and gently closed his mouth. "Touya?"

He nodded, finally snapping out of his trance. He'd seen her without a stitch on, but somehow she looked sexier than he'd ever seen her. Her graceful neck was exposed, and the V of her robe gave a tantalizing glimpse of her creamy skin, which was positively luminous in contrast to the black satin. And he couldn't even think about her legs without salivating. But more than all of that, what was making his heart pound was the seductive look in her amethyst eyes. No, she's definitely not nervous.

He pulled his gaze away from her to open the bottle. The cork popped out, and the bubbly froth drizzled over his fingers as he poured the sparkling wine into the glasses. Instead of picking up her glass, she took his hand and lightly licked his fingers, one at a time, savoring every delicious drop.

He wasn't going to be able to take this for very long, but it was going to be fun trying.

"So, what should we drink to?" she asked, raising her glass.

There were too many choices. Life couldn't be any more perfect than at this moment. "To us," he answered softly.

She smiled. "To us."

They clinked their glasses together before sipping the champagne, never taking their eyes off each other. He was going to draw this night out as long as he could, even if it killed him. At least he'd go with a big smile on his face.

They sat there together, just enjoying the fire, the champagne, the fruit, and each other. She picked a large red strawberry from the bowl and held it to his lips. He bit it in half, and the sticky juice ran over her fingers. He held her wrist as he ate the other half of the berry, and then ran his tongue over her fingers, between them, tasting the sweet juice, which was nowhere as sweet as her skin.

He chose a smaller strawberry and dipped it into his glass before feeding it to her. As she slowly chewed the fruit, he traced his finger along her cheek. When his finger moved to touch her lips, they parted, and she pulled his finger into her mouth, sucking it gently, her eyes fixed on his.

Yes, it probably would kill him. Well, we do have all weekend, he thought, taking her glass from her hand and setting it on the table with his. No point in dying just yet.

Her body was already starting to hum. She could hear the ringing in her ears as he leaned close to her. When his lips touched hers, her eyes closed, and her hands slid up his solid chest. She felt his muscles leap beneath her fingers, and she smiled against his mouth before opening hers to him, allowing his tongue to plunder its depths with sensual strokes. One of her hands went into his soft hair as the other rested against his heart, feeling it pound, just as she knew hers was.

Meanwhile, his hands were desperately trying to untie the belt on her robe, which she'd knotted to keep it from coming open before she was ready to show him what she was wearing underneath. She stilled his hands and stood up, pulling the knot apart with her own trembling fingers. She held the robe closed with one hand as she pulled the sticks from her hair, letting the thick waves tumble down her back. Then the robe was on the floor, and for the second time that evening, his jaw dropped.

She was wearing the skimpiest black lace teddy he'd ever seen. It covered her only where it needed to, and then only just barely, and, of course, it was those covered spots that he was most interested in. Thin straps were over her shoulders, and her breasts swelled above the tight cups. The lower half was cut high over her hips, tapering down to a tiny triangle that did little to conceal her feminine secrets. Next to the black lace, her pale skin seemed to glow in the firelight. She was glorious, and she was his. His angel. His angelic little hussy.

She knelt down beside him again, and she saw the stark lust in his eyes. It had been so embarrassing to buy such a revealing garment, but the look on his face made it all worth it. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, quickly darting her tongue into his mouth to rub against his. His hands were on her waist as he returned the kiss, and then roamed higher, one caressing her cheek, the other cupping her breast through the lace.

His tongue slid into her mouth, and she sucked it provocatively as her hands ran over his bare back. She loved the feel of his skin, his muscles. He was hard, firm, strong. She wanted to feel his weight against her, over her, his body moving above her, inside her. She leaned back, pulling him down onto the rug with her.

"Make love to me, Touya," she whispered.

He was only too happy to oblige her.

It had only been three days-no, scratch that. It had been three long days since they'd last made love, and he'd spent the rest of the week fantasizing about her, daydreaming whenever he was supposed to be doing anything else, just waiting for this time when they could come together again. No one would interrupt them, and neither of them had to leave. They were completely alone, and they had all the time in the world.

He leaned over her to kiss her as his hand ran up and down her arm before hooking inside her shoulder strap. He pulled the strap down slowly until her breast was exposed to his eyes, his hands, his mouth. He reached for his wine glass and dipped his finger in the chilled liquid. She looked at him with confused eyes, and then she gasped as his wet finger touched her breast, circling her rosy flesh until it puckered into a tight little bud. He put his mouth there next, tasting her and the champagne, which made an intoxicating combination. He suckled, his cheek scratching against the lace still covering her other breast, and she sighed, stretching her arm over her head, giving herself over to the wonderful feelings starting to flow through her.

He pulled the other shoulder strap down with his teeth, which tickled and made her giggle. He felt her shaking, and it made him chuckle, too. He raised his head to kiss her again. "God, I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too," she answered softly, and she smiled at him in a way that made his heart beat even faster.

His hand covered the previously neglected breast, squeezing it gently, massaging it, molding it, as his lips found her neck. His open mouth moved down to the spot where her neck and shoulder met, and he bathed it with the slow strokes of his tongue. Her head fell to the side, and her eyes closed. His fingers brushed against her breast's swollen peak, and she moaned, feeling warmth spread through her body.

His fingers trailed lower, encountering the lace once again. Before his hand even reached there, her legs parted of their own accord, waiting for him. He cupped her through the lace, lightly rubbing her with his palm, and she whimpered, lifting her hips. His fingers slithered over the spot, and he felt a small opening in the fabric. He wedged his finger into the hole and found two metal snaps, which easily came apart, giving him access to her treasure. "Mmm, that's convenient," he murmured against her neck as his hand lifted the lacy triangle out of the way.

She was trembling, just knowing what he was about to do. He cupped her again, this time skin against skin, and she melted. He felt her wetness as his fingers lightly stroked her petals, parting them gently, spreading her slick honey over her tender, swollen flesh. She moaned low, and her hips slowly writhed, begging him for more.

His hands went to her hips so he could tug off her lacy garment. "Wear this for me again sometime," he whispered, and she tried to nod, but she didn't know if she was successful. She didn't feel like there was a bone in her body, just liquid fire.

He spread her legs wider and moved down between them. He nuzzled her dark curls, inhaling her heady musk. No matter what perfume or bath oil she used, to him she just smelled like Tomoyo. The primitive part of him was drawn to her unique scent, like an animal sensing its mate. He craved her. Her touch, her smell, her taste.

She cried out when he put his mouth on her, and her back arched from the pleasure. She'd tried to keep her hands away from him, knowing that the sensations were that much more intense when she didn't touch him, but now she couldn't help it. Her hands were in his hair as he took her bud between his lips and sucked it, gently at first, and then harder, tugging in a slow, erotic rhythm. Then her fingers clutched at his hair, holding him to her as the fire burned her, consumed her.

She tasted so sweet, and he licked her with playful strokes, making her moan louder and writhe wilder. His tongue stroked her, teased her, caressed her. His hands were on her hips, guiding her toward fulfillment. Heat was radiating from her, and he knew she was close.

Tears were streaming from her eyes. She couldn't take it. She thought she might die if he didn't stop, but if he did stop, then she would most definitely die. She was panting, tossing her head, needing release, and when he gave it to her, she screamed his name, the waves of pleasure rolling over her.

He raised himself above her, looking down at her flushed face. Her breathing was still ragged, and her eyes were closed tightly, almost as if she were in pain. He kissed her gently, waiting for her to recover. Then he felt her legs move. Her feet were on his waist, inside the elastic of his pajama pants, trying to push them down. He quickly tugged them off and tossed them aside, positioning himself between her legs again.

His body was throbbing. He needed to be inside her. He pressed against her, moving his hips slightly, his tip brushing against her curls, which was bad, because it made him ache even more. He was more than ready, and he didn't think he could wait any longer. And then, somewhere, somehow, a thought popped into his otherwise hazy mind, and he cursed.

Now she opened her eyes. "What's wrong?" she asked breathlessly.

"I don't have anything. They're in my suitcase." He couldn't believe how careless he was. He'd brought a whole box and left them in his damned suitcase. There was no way he was going to be able to get up, but he tried to pull away from her.

She wrapped her legs around him, keeping him there. "I don't care," she said simply. And she didn't. She loved him, and she needed him. And she knew that everything would be all right.

"Are you sure?" She nodded, and that was good enough for him.

He softly touched her cheek and kissed her. "I love you," he whispered against her lips as he pushed inside her. And then he felt it. "Oh, my God," he breathed. He'd only been with her like this once before, but that time, he'd been too far gone to really enjoy it. Now he could feel her tight walls, her silky heat, right against his flesh, and it was the most amazing thing he'd ever experienced. He wanted to stay still, just feel her, but his body wouldn't let him.

He felt different. She knew it was because nothing was separating them, but she didn't realize how different it would be. He felt so good, hot and hard, and a sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan escaped her lips. Her arms went around his back, and she started moving with him.

He wanted to go slow. He was going to go slow. Who knew when they would be together like this again. He was going to make it last as long as he could stay in control. He kissed her, urging her mouth to open and then sweeping his tongue inside. He threaded his fingers through her hair as her tongue tangled with his, and already the pleasure was building up in his body.

She stroked his back with her hands, and her feet rubbed against his legs. Her hands moved lower, roaming over his firm backside, pushing him deeper inside her, and she heard him groan. He pressed his face to her shoulder, and she moved her lips against his ear. "I love you," she whispered, and she took his earlobe between her teeth, nibbling it, sucking it. She felt the warmth spreading through her body again, and she let out a long sigh.

The fire continued to blaze, and the dancing flames cast flickering shadows on their skin as their naked bodies moved as one. Only the heat from the fire couldn't begin to compare to the heat between them, created by their burning love and passion for each other. They belonged together, were made for each other, completed each other in every way.

He looked into her eyes as he continued moving with long, slow, deep strokes, and that's when he almost lost it. She was so beautiful, more so at that moment than any other. He knew he had to be with her forever. He kissed her, possessing her mouth just as he was possessing her body. "You're mine," he whispered fiercely. "Mine."

She wanted to cry, so she just held on as tight as she could. Her arms were around his neck, then her hands slid down to grip his shoulders. He was starting to move faster, and she matched him, raising her hips, her legs locked around his waist. His thrusts became harder, and her nails dug into his shoulders as she closed her eyes, arching up against him.

He found release first, and he lowered his head next to hers as he felt the spasms, but he kept moving, kept pushing faster, harder. He was breathing heavily, his mouth near her ear, and his heart was pounding like crazy, but he just couldn't stop. He groaned low, and the sensations coursing through his body were like none he'd ever known.

She felt like she was going to fly to pieces. She didn't know how she was keeping up with him. Her hands were on his back now, her nails scratching his skin, and her legs let go of him, spreading wide as she pressed herself against him as hard as she could, trying to fuse her flesh with his. It felt so good that it hurt, and then, when she thought she couldn't go on, she came completely apart. She screamed, and the pleasure flowed through every part of her body until she was sure she must be glowing from it.

He heard her cry and felt her shudder, her muscles squeezing him tightly, and it was enough to trigger a second explosion inside her. He let go with a shout, his body shaking and slick with sweat. He collapsed on top of her and pressed his face to her neck, too weak and sated to pull away from her, even though he must be crushing her.

She held him, her arms and legs wrapped around him again once they'd regained some of their strength. She didn't think she'd ever be able to walk again, but that was all right, because she just wanted to stay with him like this forever. She smoothed his damp hair and brushed her lips against his skin, soothing him as he tried to recover.

He was still as his breathing and heartbeat finally returned to normal. Then he lifted his head and kissed her, a sweet, slow caress of his lips against hers. He pulled away slightly, his mouth just a breath away from hers, waiting for her to open her eyes and look at him.

She opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Marry me," Touya whispered.

Tomoyo's amethyst eyes were wide, and he felt her gasp against his lips. "Are you asking me to, or telling me to?" she asked coyly, but he missed her teasing tone.

"I'm begging you to," he answered seriously. She smiled, but he missed that, too. He must have thought that she needed convincing, because he didn't give her a chance to speak. "I know it seems sudden, but we've known each other a long time. And we have been dating for almost six weeks now. We haven't been calling it that, but that's what it was. And, God, Tomoyo, I'm crazy in love with you." He slid his hand down to her hip, pressing their still-joined bodies closer. "And we're so damned good together. I can't be without you; I just can't. I need you."

"When?"

"All the time."

"No, I mean, when should we get married?"

She saw surprise light up his brown eyes as he sat up, pulling her up with him. "Is that a yes?"

She laughed and threw her arms around him. "Yes." She hugged him tightly, pressing quick little kisses to any part of him her lips could reach. "I love you so much."

If someone had told him six weeks ago that he'd be here like this, holding her, happier than he'd ever been in his life, he wouldn't have believed it. Not for a second. But here they were, and he couldn't imagine being anywhere else, with anyone else. She was his angel. She'd saved him, and he'd thank God every day for her.

She felt like she'd landed in a fairy tale and all of her wishes had been granted. She never thought someone would care about her like this, say such beautiful things to her, make her feel like she was the most precious thing in the world. He was everything she'd ever wanted, and she'd spend the rest of her life making him happy.

A thousand thoughts started running through her mind-family and flowers and dresses and music. He saw her eyes sparkling, and he laughed. "You're already planning it, aren't you?" he teased.

"I can see it. It's going to be so wonderful. I can't wait to tell everyone. Maybe we should call-"

He cut off her excited words with a kiss. "We'll tell everyone when we get home." He stood up and held out his hands to her. "Let's go to bed." She took his hands, and he pulled her to her feet.

A few minutes ago she'd been so tired that she didn't think she could get up. Now she was full of energy, and her mind was racing. But as they walked back to the bedroom, she saw him trying not to yawn, and she realized he was exhausted. He'd worked all day, driven them up here, and then-well, she blushed just thinking about what else he'd done. She glanced at him, and this time he couldn't stifle his yawn. Poor baby.

She let him take his turn in the bathroom first while she finished unpacking and brushed her hair at the dressing table. When he came out, he fell onto the bed with a sleepy sigh, stretching his arms and legs wide and closing his eyes. "Don't take too long," he mumbled as she shut the bathroom door behind her.

When she was through, she saw that he'd crawled under the blankets and fallen asleep. She smiled at the peaceful picture he made before pulling the drapes closed so that the sun wouldn't wake them in the morning. She slowly climbed into bed next to him and gave him a soft peck on the cheek. She turned out the light, and she felt his arm go around her waist.

He pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder. "I guess this makes me your fiancé," he whispered.

"I guess so," she whispered back.

"Thank you."

She rolled over, and even though it was dark, she knew he was looking at her. "For what?"

"Everything." He kissed her tenderly. "I love you, Tomoyo."

"I love you, too." She snuggled against him, warmed by his strong arms and the cozy blankets. "Touya?"

The only answer was his quiet, steady breathing. Now he really was asleep.

"Good night," she whispered. And she closed her eyes, mentally designing her wedding gown until her dreams took over.

~*~

A/N: Whew, I almost passed out writing this part (LOL). And, God, did it get super sappy at the end or what? Are they even in character anymore? Well, in my little fangirl dreams, this is how Touya-in-love would act. The reserved ones are usually the most romantic and passionate.