Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Comfort ❯ Epilogue ( Chapter 7 )

A/N: Welcome to this final installment, now on MediaMiner.org! Thanks so much to everyone who supported this story's first six chapters when it was on FanFiction.net. I know many of you wanted to see different things in this story (Sakura and Syaoran, particularly), and I considered some of those ideas, but I just didn't know how to work them in around the framework I already had planned. I had a great time writing this story, despite FF.net's best effort to kill my enthusiasm, and I sincerely thank you all for reading it.

Disclaimer: CCS is the property of CLAMP, etc.

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

~ Two Years Later ~

"Mama!"

Touya groaned and leaned his forehead against his wife's shoulder. "I swear he's doing this on purpose."

Tomoyo laughed and removed his arms from around her waist. "Maybe this will be the last time." She got up from the sofa and tightened the belt on her robe, then started toward the bedroom where the little one was supposed to be sleeping.

She found the young boy standing up in his crib. "Mama!" he demanded.

"Mama's not here, sweetie," she said as she picked him up. "You'll see her tomorrow. Tomorrow, okay?" She knew he didn't understand the concept of time, but she kept cooing to him anyway, stroking his silky chestnut hair. "Yes, you'll see her tomorrow. Now, be a good boy for Auntie, and go to sleep." She hummed softly as she rubbed his back, and he yawned, closing his emerald eyes. "That's right. It's time for sleeping now. And tomorrow, you'll see mama and papa." She put the little boy back in the crib and tucked the blankets around him. She smiled as she watched him sleep for a few moments before closing the door quietly and returning to the living room.

Touya was finishing her glass of wine, since she hadn't touched it, as she sat back down next to him. "Remind me how we got roped into this again," he said wearily, his free arm automatically going around her shoulders.

"I just thought Sakura and Syaoran would like a night to themselves. They are here on vacation, after all," Tomoyo answered.

"What about us? Don't we deserve to be alone on our anniversary?"

"They don't know that. Did you want me to tell your sister that we couldn't baby-sit because we wanted to celebrate the first time we slept together?" she teased, her hand slowly sliding up and down his thigh.

"Good God, no." He set the empty glass down and propped his feet on the coffee table. His hand lazily played with her long hair as she curled up against him. "But you could have made something up."

"Who could resist that little cutie? Besides," she said, looking up at him with a knowing smile, "you had fun playing with him today. Admit it."

"Okay, maybe a little," he said as his hand drifted lower to explore inside the V of her robe. "But now I want to play with you." His voice was low and husky, sending a delicious shiver up her spine.

Tomoyo wanted nothing more than to give in to his caresses, but this conversation wasn't finished yet. She pulled away from him so that he couldn't distract her further. "You didn't really mind, did you?"

Touya gave her a strange look, wondering why she was going on about this when there were more important things they could be doing. "Of course not. I was just surprised. That's all."

She sat up on her knees. "I'm glad. I thought it would be good practice, for when we have our own." She held her breath, waiting for him to get the hint.

"After chasing him around all day, are we sure we still want one?" he joked.

It was the opening she'd been waiting for. She took his hand and placed it against her flat stomach. "Well, it's a little too late now."

His brown eyes went wide as her meaning sunk in. "Really?" he finally whispered. She nodded. "When did you find out?"

"This morning," she answered, matching his whisper. He still looked stunned. "Touya?" She waved her hand in front of his face. "What do you think?"

He gave himself a mental shake, and his incredulous stare was replaced with a warm smile. "I think it's wonderful. I'm thrilled."

"Me too." She didn't know why she'd been worried about telling him. Maybe because it just didn't seem real when the doctor called to tell her, and she'd needed time to believe it herself. They'd been talking about it for a year now, and when she went in for the test, she didn't dare get her hopes up. She stood up, untying her robe and letting it slide off her shoulders, revealing her ice-blue negligee. "I guess we have two things to celebrate," she purred as she straddled his lap.

His hands were on her waist, but he held her away from him. "Is it all right?" he asked softly, concern in his eyes and his voice. "It won't hurt anything, will it?"

She shook her head. "Sakura told me that she and Syaoran were still able to have s-"

Now his hands were over his ears. "I don't want to know about that. As far as I'm concerned, those two are just good friends."

She took his hands and put them back where she wanted them. "So how do you think they got that baby?" she teased. "Magic?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I think. Please don't ruin it for me."

"Fine. They're just friends," she laughed, her amethyst eyes sparkling with amusement. "Although, if I remember correctly, you and I were 'just friends' once, and that didn't keep us from-"

"Tomoyo."

"Yes?"

"Shut up and love me."

She looped her arms around his neck. "I do," she whispered against his mouth before kissing him, starting sweet and slow before sliding her tongue between his lips and her fingers into his hair. She adjusted her position on his lap, her knees on either side of his legs, moving forward slightly to increase the points of contact between their bodies. She wanted every part of her to somehow be touching him, to share this heat that was starting to build.

He settled his hands at the small of her back as he greedily accepted her kisses, slanting his mouth over hers and taking the sweetness she offered. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, and even through her gown and his T-shirt, he could feel their warmth. The aroused peaks strained against the satin, and she rubbed against him, trying to ease the ache. He reached one of his hands up to cup her fullness, brushing his thumb over that eager tip as she moaned softly.

She grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head before reclaiming his mouth. He wasted no time in continuing his exquisite torment, massaging her breast, squeezing the tender bud between his skilled fingers while his other hand made slow circles at the base of her spine. Her tongue stroked his insistently, demonstrating like no words could how much she wanted him, would always want him. He was driving her crazy already, and she pulled back slightly to look in his eyes. "I love you," she whispered shakily, trying to pull air into her lungs.

"I love you, too." His hands ran up and down the sides of her nightgown, pushing it up around her waist. As lovely as she looked in it, it was just getting in his way. He wanted to feel her soft skin beneath his searching fingers.

When she settled down against him again, she felt him pressing hard between her legs, separated only by her knickers and his pajama pants. She knew everything could be over in just a matter of moments, and she wasn't ready to stop yet. She wanted to keep teasing him. Her lips moved along his ear as she slid her hands over his strong chest to grip his shoulders, and she rose up on her knees, breaking the close contact with his lap. She heard him groan in disappointment, and she giggled, taking his earlobe between her teeth. "What's your hurry?" she murmured, echoing the words he often said to her when she was desperate for more than he was giving her.

"No hurry," he replied, but his casual answer was contradicted by the haste with which he finally stripped off her gown and tossed it to the floor, where it landed in a satin puddle. His hand moved down her back, under the elastic of her knickers. "Do you still need these?" If it were up to him, she'd never wear them.

"For now," she said, lowering her head to kiss his neck, and smiling when she heard his breath catch. Still on her knees, she pressed close to him again, the tips of her bare breasts lightly grazing his chest.

He leaned his head back against the sofa and closed his eyes. "God, angel, that feels good." Her open mouth was gliding down his neck to his shoulder, and she covered his skin with hot, damp kisses. He wrapped her hair around his fist and gave it a little tug as his blood pounded in his ears. His other hand was still inside her knickers, squeezing her luscious backside, and he knew she was affected when she panted between kisses.

She wasn't done yet, but he wasn't helping much. She was almost tempted to skip all this, and she lowered herself onto his lap again, writhing against him slightly, hoping for temporary relief so she could go on. It didn't work. She just ached more.

He used his grasp on her hair to force her head back, and he looked at her with black eyes. "My turn," he growled, capturing her lips and kissing her with a familiar yet urgent rhythm. When she went up on her knees again, he took her breast in his hand and lifted it to his mouth. Her hands went into his hair as he sucked on the swollen peak, scraping it with his teeth, soothing it with his tongue.

Each pull of his lips sent another trail of fire through her, and she whimpered. This wasn't fair. She was supposed to be doing this to him. As soon as she could break free of his spell, she'd take control again.

But then his hand roamed between their bodies, and he had easy access to that precious spot between her legs. He stroked her through her thin cotton knickers, which were suddenly uncomfortably damp. His thumb teasingly swept back and forth, so lightly that he offered no satisfaction, just increased yearning. "Now can we get rid of them?" he asked, his mouth finding her other breast.

"Yes, please," she gasped as his lips closed around her puckered flesh. It wouldn't happen right away, but he finally let her go long enough that she could move off of him and pull off the bothersome garment. She stayed there for a moment, wanting to regain some of her senses.

She was beautiful, sitting there, with her rosy skin glowing and her breasts shiny and wet from his loving. They rose and fell with each shaky breath she drew, and her dark hair was a glorious mess of silk, spilling over one shoulder as the rest tumbled wildly down her back. Then this goddess opened her magnificent eyes, and he knew he was in for it by the wicked gleam in those enchanting amethyst pools.

She knelt beside him, not over him, with her legs clamped together tightly. If he somehow managed to touch her, she would be lost. She put her lips to his cheek, moving them softly to cover his face with gentle kisses.

If he thought she was going to go slowly again, it was just more of her teasing. Her mouth finally made its way to his, meeting in a chaste kiss, but her intentions were unmistakable when her hand reached down to slip inside his pants. He opened his mouth to her with a low groan as her fingers began stroking him. His arms went around her, his hands tangling in her hair, and he felt electricity flash through his body with each bold caress.

She rubbed her tongue against his, her hand behind his head as the other closed around him and squeezed hard. Their mouths melded together, a hot, wet mating, and the heat spread over her skin. He was kissing her with a desperate hunger, begging her for something only she could give him. She released him, moving her hands to his waist, tugging his pants down, exposing his need to her eyes.

He felt cool air come into contact with his throbbing flesh, and the time for games was over. "I lied," he said hoarsely.

She'd been about to lower her head when he spoke. "About what?" Her glazed eyes showed her confusion as she pulled back to look at him.

He wedged his hand between her legs, which, despite her earlier resolve, parted willingly, weak and quivering like jelly. "Hurry."

She couldn't reply, because his expert fingers were slithering over her dewy petals, making her ready, which was unnecessary. She thought she'd been ready from that first kiss. But now she felt herself opening to him, and her swollen bud all but cried out for his attention. When he touched her, her eyes closed and her head fell back with a gasp that turned into a sigh.

She took him in her hand again as he continued massaging that tender spot. Her hand moved in a sweet counterpoint to his manipulations, loving him as he loved her. Then their rhythms slowly fell into the same pattern as each touch put them one step closer to what they were seeking.

She ached, not for release, but for completion. "No." She used her last remaining ounce of willpower to push his hand away. "Together," she moaned. "Please."

"Together," he agreed. "Come here, angel."

She straddled him, and with his hands on her hips, they came together in a swift motion. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and they kissed madly, their mouths making love just as their bodies were. He guided her movements, and she broke their kiss, burying her face in the crook of his neck as she felt the heady pleasure continue to build. Their hearts pounded together, their breathing shallow and rapid. She moved faster, and he held her tightly against him. Their heat, their flesh, their pleasure were one.

When she found release, she cried out, the sound muffled against his skin, as her body shook. He was with her then, and his arms crushed her to him as he erupted inside her, filling her with warmth. He groaned low as his head fell back against the sofa, feeling his last bit of strength leave him, replaced by the soft, eternal glow of her love.

She leaned against him, as limp as a flower after the rain, luxuriating in his comforting embrace, the strength and protection of his arms. She loved him more every day, if such a thing were possible, and things just kept getting better. She was happier than she'd ever been, and she knew she'd be even happier tomorrow. That was just how life had been since that fateful afternoon two years ago. "Happy anniversary," she whispered.

He chuckled. "Happy anniversary." His hand leisurely rubbed her back, and she sighed dreamily, cuddling closer. "Are you sure this was okay?" he teased softly, feeling rather than hearing her yawn against his neck.

She nodded. "Couldn't you tell? It was perfect. Didn't you think so?"

He laughed again. "Absolutely. But I meant was it okay for the baby." His arm moved to circle her waist so that his hand could rest against her stomach. He still couldn't believe that a tiny life was growing inside her flat belly, one that they'd created together with their love.

"It's fine. And I think it can only be a good thing, because it will know how much we love each other, and how much we love it, too." She sat up to kiss him gently.

"It?" he repeated with a grin.

"Well, we won't know anything for a few months yet." She settled against him again as he stroked her hair, and her eyes drifted closed.

"I hope 'it' is a girl," Touya whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"I hope it's healthy," Tomoyo countered sleepily.

"I hope she looks like you."

"And I hope she sleeps through the night."

He put his finger under her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Do you know something I don't?"

Her laughing eyes glanced toward the spare bedroom where their young nephew was sleeping. "Sakura says he'll wake up around two in the morning, so we should probably try to get some rest."

Touya groaned. "That figures. He's a little gaki, just like his father." But the words were affectionate rather than mean-spirited.

"Watch what you say. That's the future leader of the Li clan in there," Tomoyo teasingly reminded him. "And he's already showing signs of possessing magic stronger than either of his parents."

"Then we need to get on his good side now," he joked. "Tomorrow we'll give him lots of toys and candy."

"Good plan." She yawned again, leaning her head against his shoulder. The lazy motion of his hand caressing her stomach lulled her into a peaceful sleep.

"Tomoyo?" When she didn't answer, he knew that she really was asleep, because she was terrible at faking it. He hooked his other arm under her legs and stood up, cradling her against his chest as he carried her to their bedroom.

He didn't know how he was going to pull the comforter back without waking her, so he gently laid her down on top of it and got a spare blanket out of the closet. He stretched out next to her and pulled the blanket over them. Then he leaned up to check the clock on her nightstand. Midnight. He sighed, knowing that he probably wasn't going to get much sleep tonight. He settled down next to her again, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her to him. "Good night, Tomoyo," he whispered.

"Good night, Touya." Oops.

He gave her a little nudge with his knee. "Aha, so you are awake."

"No, I'm not. I'm talking in my sleep." She faked a little snore, trying to sell her story. She was practicing for when two o'clock came around.

"Nice try. I guess I'll see you in a couple of hours, okay?" Her answer was another little snore. He chuckled and kissed her shoulder. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

~*~

The End