Disclaimer - Sakura/Tomoyo aren't mine, belong to CLAMP

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Tomoyo sighed inwardly as she glanced across the classroom at Sakura, her sapphire gaze imploring. Sighing again, she turned her gaze back to the book in front of her. Tugging at her uniform skirt, she tried to concentrate on reading, but memories of the night before kept flooding her mind.

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After Sakura had uttered those words, Tomoyo had kissed those sweet lips, then again and again. To her it was like a dream, something she had waited for so long that conscious thought and reason escaped her. Sakura's soft lips were warm and welcoming. Tomoyo's soft hands still remember the softness of the material and the even softer feel of Sakura's bare skin as she slid her hand under the top. Tracing a gentle line up her beloved's spine. Sakura's own hands had slid up under Tomoyo's own blouse to gently cup the weight of her breasts.

"Sakura." Tomoyo whispered.

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Shifting in her seat slightly, she winced as she remembered Sakura's fear. The realization had sunk in and she had torn herself away from the midnight haired girl. She'd run out of the house and Tomoyo had let her.

"What a mess." She whispered to herself. I never meant to frighten her; I should have taken it slow. But deep down, nothing could make her regret those special moments together.

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Class dragged on slowly, and the day dragged on slower. The final class for the day ended and she slowly packed her books and pens into her bag. Dragging her feet slightly, she exited the classroom.

"Tomoyo." Sakura's soft voice called out to her, turning around to look at her, Tomoyo's saddened sapphire gaze met a nervous emerald gaze. "I'm sorry I left so suddenly. It was just new to me." Sakura offered Tomoyo a nervous smile and stepped forward slowly as Tomoyo nodded, understanding and hope shining in her face. "Kiss me again, please." Sakura murmured a pretty blush staining her cheeks. Slowly and gently as not to scare her love, Tomoyo took Sakura in her arms and eased her mouth over hers. Pulling back after a lingering moment, Tomoyo's eyes were glimmering with mischief.

"Your word is my command."