Breaking Stereotypes

Disclaimer: My name is Anemone. As I am not part of the wonderful women of CLAMP, I do not own Tsubasa Chronicle.

Contrary to popular belief, Sakura was not the naïve, innocent and clueless girl everyone assumed her to be. She was rather observant of everyone around her, and she had a knack for deciphering auras.

Her green eyes were sharp and quick. This being the case, she had instantly noticed the subtle glances and heated stares that Tomoyo Daidoji had been aiming her way ever since they had met on Piffle World. Now, she stood alone in the lavish home of Tomoyo, trying on outfits the girl had designed.

"You have to look your best tomorrow, Sakura. You're representing me in the Dragonfly race, after all."

That was how the black haired girl had persuaded the princess.

She was currently standing in the girl's bedroom; light pink walls and white carpet greeted her as she glanced around. Looking into the mirror, she took in the outfit that blended in with the room's color scheme. The material hugged her body in all the right places, and she knew she looked damn good.

"Wow, Sakura, you look amazing!" Tomoyo gushed, stepping into the room. Gray eyes roamed her body.

"Thank you, Tomoyo-chan," the brunette beamed. Her smile slipped into a mischievous grin. She knew the perfect way to get what she wanted while simultaneously giving the raven haired girl what she desired.

She moved closer to the girl, a light blush gracing her cheeks. "I look even better out of the outfit."

Gray eyes widened, blinked once, twice, three times. Then Tomoyo stammered, "W-What?" A dark blush tainted her cheeks.

Green eyes smoldered with desire, voice low and sultry. She spoke slowly, as if addressing a child – although one would never speak the words she was about to utter to a child. "I. Look better. Out of this outfit."

"I- I…" Tomoyo was at a loss for words.

Sakura closed the distance between them. A small smile played with her lips as she cupped the girl's face. She brushed her lips lightly across Tomoyo's, tasting the watermelon Chap Stick coated on them. Her tongue licked it away as she awaited entrance.

Tomoyo felt her knees buckle as Sakura's tongue invaded her mouth. She felt the appendage press against her gums, run along her teeth and trace the inside of her cheek. She reveled in the tingles that raced along her spine when their tongues tangled or brushed against each other. She lost herself in the taste of grape and vanilla that clung to Sakura's mouth.

When the need for air arose, the two pulled apart. Panting lightly, foreheads resting against each other, they waited for the blush to subside and their heartbeats to return to normal.

"I… I thought…" Tomoyo seemed to be having trouble forming a coherent thought.

"You thought what?" Sakura asked, feigning innocence, knowing what the other girl was going to say.

"I thought… You were innocent. I didn't think I'd get this far." Tomoyo confessed.

"I don't know where people get this." Green eyes held confusion. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out what led people to believe such things. "Just because I'm lacking in past memories doesn't mean I'm obliviously innocent."

She stopped her ranting explanation as something gained her attention. "Who says this is as far as we're going?"

"Well, I just assumed-." Tomoyo began.

"Well, you assumed wrong." Sakura stated as she captured the gray eyed girl's lips once again.

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To Be Continued!