Warmth
"I... I don't understand, Tomoyo-chan." Sakura looked adorably confused, green eyes bright with the earnest desire to please, delicate wisps of strawberry blonde hair framing her face.
Tomoyo looked uncharacteristically serious. "May I show you what I mean, Sakura-chan?" she asked, biting her lip imperceptibly.
"A-Alright," agreed Sakura shyly, scuffing her foot on the floor a bit. She stared downwards, wondering why she felt so uncertain. There was a kind of tension hanging in the air, undetectable by any sense but the heart, and it strung fragile things upon her mind she had rarely noticed before.
In a movement that was somewhat abrupt, Sakura became aware of the soft, light presence of fingers resting on her bare arm. She shivered slightly, instinctively, and then she couldn't look away from Tomoyo's slender hand. Gently, her chin was coaxed up by the other set of fingers, and she found herself looking into her friend's indigo eyes, captivated, for a bare, tremulous instant in time.
Before she knew it, their lips touched, and she forgot to think. There was a slow but insistent tongue probing her mouth, and she had never been aware before of how wet it was. And hot, so hot, as if she was suddenly sweating out of every pore she possessed without perspiration. Sakura couldn't think but for Tomoyo's tongue in her mouth, and then it hit her that it was Tomoyo, really Tomoyo, and long suppressed desires sprung upon her and she gasped.
It caused her lips to part, and the warm, moist tongue darted in more deeply. A quiet, moan-like noise came from one of them, or both of them, and it didn't matter anymore who it was.
Much too soon, it ended, and a fit of self-consciousness assaulted her. Her cheeks flamed red. Overwhelmed, she managed to utter a suddenly comprehending, "O-Oh."
Tomoyo smiled, small and enigmatic and tender, and suddenly Sakura couldn't bring herself to worry anymore.
"Yes, oh."
Sakura, in return, grinned widely at her, filled with enthusiasm but still flushed. "Can... Can we do that again, Tomoyo-chan?" she inquired, a bit of hesitation coloring her words.
"We can do that as many times as you like." The smile and joy seemed to fill her eyes so fully it seeped out over to Sakura, and she was suffused with a kind of warmth that made her heart ache. But it was a good kind of ache, and it seemed to grow the longer she marveled at how beautiful Tomoyo was, with her lavender hair trailing gracefully down past finely spun features that were etched with kindness and affection.
Who knew kissing was so warm?