A/N: Glad to see there are people who show the same appreciation I have for this particular pairing. I do not know why, but for some reason, I'm drawn to the idea of Tomoyo and Touya together… Always have been. Or Tomoyo and Syaoran (ah, yes, dear reader, a time will come when I will be posting a story about them), or Tomoyo and Clow Reed. Dunno why. I just do. Anyways, here is the second chapter, as promised.

WARNING: My demented mind has been let loose in the fandom of CCS. Here is the proof (though I doubt my SM readers are unaware of how insane I am, I thought would be CCS readers should get fair warning).

I do not own Card Captor Sakura.

OH! And before I forget…Lemon (just a little) will be drizzled in this chapter.

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Love Lay Waiting, Patiently

Chapter Two

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Love, which had lain in wait for so long, finally saw that the time has come to set about

His lovely plan.

So Touya dear, prepare yourself,

for visions of Love, and of…

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Things That Could Be

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It was dark, and the humid air teased him, so that his bronzed skin glistened with his skin's sweat. He opened his eyes to take in the darkened room and he decided to have a drink of cool water to relieve him of the heat.

With a sigh, he left his bed and looked dejectedly for his slippers.

Kinomoto Touya scowled when he bumped his head on his nightstand and he decided there was no harm done should he go to the kitchen bare footed. The decision made, he stood up and left his room for that glass of water.

It took him precisely thirty minutes to return to his bedroom, his lips still tasting of chocolate icing. It turned out that once in the kitchen, his body went on autopilot and proceeded to ransack the fridge to see what delectable food was inside, begging to be eaten.

He found a slice of chocolate fudge cake, an apple, and some ice pops that was Sakura's everyday snack while she did her homework. He ignored the frozen treats, took three bites into the apple, and finished of the cake.

When that was done, he happily went up the stairs to his bedroom.

And almost had a heart attack when he realized there was someone sitting on his bed.

A 'female' someone.

Her silhouette appeared illuminated by his curtained window, with the moonlight filtering in with its wane glow.

"Touya-kun?"

Touya froze in front of his bedroom door. 'Tomoyo?' he thought. 'What is she doing inside my room? At night? Alone?'

Panicking, his body took over, and like what happened in the kitchen, went on autopilot.

Click.

The sound of the door's lock being pushed echoed like a gunshot in the silent room. The silhouette of the young woman seated on his bed shifted a little at the sound, and he heard her sigh.

"What are you doing here, Daidouji?" Touya asked, striving to keep his voice steady as the heady smell of her perfume laced itself around the enclosed space. 'Who sleeps with perfume?' He asked himself.

Tomoyo's soft voice reached out from the scented fog he was slowly drowning in. "I couldn't sleep…I- well, I thought it would be okay if I went to you. To talk." He saw her stood up and sucked in his breath as what little light from the outside finally fell on her and revealed her nightgown. "We never seem to have any time to talk…about things."

'Oh, Lord,' his addled brain called out in deep respect, 'Whatever you wish, I solemnly swear to do…But tonight, I must sink deep into sin.'

His eyes went wide once he realized where his line of thought was about to take him. 'Touya, you hentai!' he berated himself, 'Snap out of it! Think of Yukito, you moron!'

He heard his subconscious scoff at him. If his subconscious could physically make itself felt, he would be sporting a black eye on both eyes by now. 'Don't make me laugh,' it taunted him. 'Yukito does not have those curves, and you want me to ignore that? Like that would happen, YOU moron!'

It was a losing battle.

Touya knew this.

His subconscious knew this.

And for all the innocence that the young woman was emitting before him – while dressed in the most enticing sheer organza night dress Kinomoto had ever laid eyes on – Tomoyo knew it was a losing battle too. This was why she moved nearer to the shell-shocked young man, the whispers of her lacy gown creating a soft and seductive invitation.

"I'm very sorry for imposing, Touya-kun," she breathed as her arms came and tenderly settled on his shoulders. "If you want, I shall leave now."

He raised his eyebrows at that one, the expression on his face returning to its usual scowl. His hands came alive without his consent and found they were slowly going around Tomoyo's delicate frame, one hand coming to rest at her hips; the other went to her neck, as if supporting her head.

For a moment, the two stared at one another, both lost in the sensation of being able to touch the one person they had always dreamed about.

'Wait? What?' thought Touya, panic settling in. 'When did I ever dream of Tomoyo?'

Once again, his subconscious spoke up, the tone of its voice lazy and subdued. 'Moron, why do you think you are so drawn to Yukito? He is cheerful yet somber, sweet yet reserved, quiet yet mischievous.'

'I already know that,' Touya replied mentally.

His subconscious went for the kill. 'How would you describe Tomoyo, idiot?'

Touya eyed the young woman (?) before him and swallowed a lump that has formed in his throat. 'Well, she is cheerful yet somber, swee-' His line of thought went blank as he realized he was about to say-word for word- his subconscious's description of his best friend.

"Holy Shit!" he uttered, unable to keep the surprise inside him.

Tomoyo frowned and her hold on his shoulders tightened, before she linked her two hands together behind his neck. "Is something the matter, Touya?" Her hands found their way to his hair and on tip toes went on massaging and raking his head. Her lips, open to its perpetual pout, was inches from him. All he needed was to lower his head to claim them for a kiss.

He cleared his head by shaking it, causing Tomoyo's hand to stop their ministry and he stifled his annoyance when she stopped. "I'm alright," he answered with a terse tone. "You really shouldn't be here, you know."

The young woman sighed and she slowly put her feet down flushed on the floor. As she closed her eyes, the long lashes created shadows on her cheeks. Fascinated, Touya watched as she chewed her lower lip, obviously trying to come up with a credible reason why she was were she was.

She found none, and with another sigh moved away from his tall frame.

And found she couldn't. Touya's hand had clamped down hard on Tomoyo's hip, and the one that held onto her neck tightened just enough so that she was immobile.

Confused, she shyly raised her head so that she could look on his handsome face. There was a hopeful expression on her serene features, and with the little illumination from the outside, Touya openly admitted to himself that she was indeed a very stunning woman. (???).

"But since you are here," he said, the deep tone of his voice husky and drawn out, "we might as well do what you suggested."

Tomoyo's violet gaze glinted with a strange light. "Which was?" she asked him, her voice a barely drawn whisper.

"We are going to talk," he told her.

But what he did next was very far from Tomoyo's idea of what talking should be.

Before her half closed eyes, Touya slowly lowered his lips to claim hers. Tomoyo pursed her lips and Touya found himself drowning in sensations when he felt her respond. Running his fingers into her hair, he kissed her lips with a gentle movement, before he ended it to scatter kisses all over Tomoyo's face. He kissed the sensitive area of her skin underneath her left ear and felt her shiver.

In the darkness of his room, he felt Tomoyo snake her arms around his neck to draw him nearer her. The sensation that came with her gesture was the beginning of a sweet torture not even Touya had ever thought possible. With a sigh, he kissed her temple and closed his eyes, savoring the sweetness of the moment, knowing that tonight would be the beginning of many more pleasures.

With Tomoyo.

Always, and only with Tomoyo.

That was when he heard Sakura scream in frustration, "Kero, how in heaven's name was the Time Card activated! I thought you said I wasn't strong enough to be able to use it?"

Dazed, Touya opened his eyes and realized he was back in the living room where his little sister was now in full swing of pummelling her Beast Guardian to the ground. Gasping for air as the vision of him about to ravish Tomoyo slowly left him; he looked up a little more and wished he hadn't.

Because Daidouji was looking at him, too, with an innocent look on her face. There was a trace of concern on her lovely feature for all the fact that she should have been the most hysterical among all the people currently in the Kinomoto living room.

"Touya-san," she called out, momentarily distracting Sakura and giving Kero a chance to escape by flying behind the dark haired maiden- for she was most definitely a maiden, no other word would have suited her at the moment, except maybe an angel…a very sexy angel- , "Are you alright?"

Finding himself the subject of three very intense stares, Touya reverted to what any normal blooded male would revert to when faced with the shock of seeing his pretty, cute, and adorable thirteen years old cousin turned into a gorgeous, sexy, and enticing eighteen years old cousin.

A now eighteen years old cousin whom for some reason he could still not figure out, he just imagined he was about to ravish a few seconds ago.

Touya went into shock mode.

And when in shock, the mind becomes a machine capable of spinning out the most idiotic explanations known to man.

It was then understandable – to Touya, at least – when the next words to come out of his lips were-

"Mother?"

Yes, a mind in shock was indeed a very creative organ. For in trying to abolish the image of Touya hot and ready to show Tomoyo why being a virgin was no fun, his mind had injected the possibility that the woman before him was not the object of his desire, but was instead, the ghost of his long departed mother.

After all, before he gave up his powers to Yukito, seeing the ghost of Nadeshiko was a regular thing for Touya.

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Love rolled His eyes at the recent turn of events.

Obviously, Touya would fight to the bitter end.

Shrugging, not really that concerned about the obstinate character of the young man, Love looked at His checklist and grinned. Beckoning to Destiny, He whispered His next plan, causing Destiny to titter behind Her hands.

Round Two was about to start…

And Love and Destiny would make sure that Tomoyo and Touya have-

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Nowhere To Hide

(Next Chapter)

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A/N: Nyahahahaha….What?! You thought something was about to happen, didn't you? EWWWW! You guys have echii thoughts. This is Chapter 2 and you were expecting that sort of story already?

Tell you what, if Zoe Yamato (my first reviewer – And no, Aimee Hime, you so not count as first reviewer!- gives me the go signal, I might just do it. But if she says keep the story PG 13, that's that.) That's her reward for being the first reviewer. She gets to have a say how and what the story should contain. I'm like that..

To Aimee Hime, what?! It's not like I won't do whatever equally moronic idea you might ask of me to write. In fact, you know I will do them, because I'm one of your biggest fans!" (In fact, if any of you have yet to read a Sailor Moon fic, go check out her story, "Saving Time")

Hugs!

And do leave a review so I would know if anyone wants this story continued. Please and Thank You.

Sakurawolfblossom (the beta for this story), I want to say thank you for saying all you needed was add an 'o' to make the story mistake free. And thank you for the advance review!!! MUAHHHHH!