PART TWO: Addict
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Tomoyo's bedroom had become full of smoke by the time the languor made her too tired to reach for more opium. She slumped in her bed, lying on her back and staring at the ceiling.
Eriol rolled over next to her and blew out a cloud of smoke from pursed lips. He set aside his pipe and chuckled.
"Who would have thought that Tomoyo Daidouji would ever become a druggie?"
She could barely keep her eyes open.
"I told you 'no' at first, but you kept insisting."
"You needed to relax, and I had just the cure."
He began to nuzzle her neck and stroked her hair with his fingers. She sighed in response.
"I'm only using this as a medical supplement. You've been addicted for years."
Eriol placed slow kisses along her collarbone before saying, "It's your skin I'm addicted to now. How could I resist its silky temptations?"
She lazily ran her fingers through his soft dark hair.
"I might be addicted to having your mouth on my body," she mumbled.
Tomoyo dozed off before Eriol could respond.