Disclaimer: Characters belong to the all worthy CLAMP! Just a bit of fluff. My first slash, be nice. n.n;

"Sakura-Chan!" Tomoyo's gentle voice called out catching Sakura's attention.

"Tomoyo!" Sakura smiled at her best friend as she wiped some sweat off her brow. She'd just run a couple of laps of the track to burn some excess energy. Fanning her face with her hand she turned to her emerald eyes back to the track. Tomoyo's sapphire hued eyes took in the sweating young woman and her breath caught in her throat. To her, Sakura was everything she ever wanted, if only she had the courage to tell her.

"I finished your new battle costume!" Tomoyo chirped as Sakura turned her emerald gaze back to her. "I was hoping you could come over and try it on!" Sakura nodded in reply and smiled, wiping her damp hands on her sweaty shirt.

"Only if I can use your shower." She joked and noted that Tomoyo had already grabbed her bag, obviously planning to use it as an item of blackmail if necessary. Reaching across and taking her bag, her hand brushed against Tomoyo's and she frowned curiously at the heat that rushed through her hand and up her arm, not noticing Tomoyo's blush as she skittered away nervously.

"Shall we?" Tomoyo said strangely quiet. Sakura nodded and rubbed her hand gently with a frown. Tomoyo silently lead her equally silent friend to her car, her mother had finally caved in and at the age of seventeen, she had been allowed a car and to go out without one of her female bodyguards. The drive to Tomoyo's elegant house was silent, both thinking about something different yet the same. Tomoyo's thoughts were on the secret love for her best friend and Sakura was trying to understand the emotions and feelings running through her mind and body. Switching off the engine, Tomoyo climbed out of the car and flashed Sakura a smile as she too climbed out of the luxurious automobile. Grabbing Sakura's hand firmly, Tomoyo dragged her into the house, ignoring the intoxicating feelings bubbling within her abdomen. Gasping softly, Sakura let herself be dragged along by her best friend. The warmth radiating from their entwined hands making her feel light-headed.

Pulling out a costume from the closet with a rustle of material as Sakura entered Tomoyo's dressing room clothed in underwear and a towel. Tomoyo gulped and stared at the rivulets of water making their way down Sakura's sleek skin. Turning her warm face back to the costume, she tweaked at it slightly and handed it to Sakura.

"Hear try this on." Tomoyo murmured and sat daintily on a stool, hands enfolded in her lap, her blue gaze fixated on them. She listened to the rustling of material and shoved away any mental image that threatened to invoke itself within her mind.

"Wow, Tomoyo. This is pretty!" Sakura gasped, looking in the mirror. She was dressed in a soft lavender tank top with silver wings embroidered on her shoulder blades, and silver stars adorning the rest. Her matching lavender skirt flared out and had dark violet ribbons woven through it about five centimetres from the laced hem. Silver stars also adorned the finely made, but durable skirt. Satin white gloves snaked their way up her forearms and hugged her elbows snugly, tiny silver stars dotting the satin. Tomoyo stared at Sakura and stood up, grabbing one of her silver brushes and started to brush Sakura's shoulder length locks. Reaching up, Sakura gripped the brush with her hand and turned to face Tomoyo.

"This isn't a costume is it, Tomoyo?" Sakura said shakily and Tomoyo hesitantly shook her head, her inky black locks shimmering with the motion.

"I just thought you'd look beautiful in it. And I was right." Tomoyo whispered and looked away. "It's yours, I made it for you. Take it with you and use it as you wish." Her voice dwindled down to nothing. Slowly and hesitantly Sakura cupped her trembling hands around Tomoyo's porcelain cheeks and tilted her face towards her own, gently pressing her lips against Tomoyo's warm ones.

Tomoyo stared at Sakura's closed eyes as she responded hotly to her kiss, curling her arms around her loves waist and pulling her close as she let her eyes fall closed.

Sakura's emerald eyes flew open, but quickly fluttered shut as she enjoyed every sensation. The sensation of Tomoyo's warm lips against hers, the sensation of Tomoyo's protective arms around her. The taste of Tomoyo, the smell of Tomoyo, the feel of Tomoyo. Every last detail was as intoxicating as the next. Breaking away from Tomoyo, Sakura stared at her closely, noting the love in those sapphire depths she had always somehow missed.

"I think I'm in love with you Tomoyo." Sakura whispered softly.