Sakura stared at her father, triumph shining in her bright eyes as Tomoyo squeezed her hand comfortingly. In the end, Sakura's stubbornness had outweighed her father's disapproval. Sakura and Tomoyo sat in the back seat of the car, whilst Sakura's father drove with a weary expression on his face. After he had caved in, Sakura had dragged Tomoyo back home so she could pack. The girl was literally walking on clouds as she did so. Tomoyo's mother had been overjoyed at the prospect of the young adorable couple spending the weekend at the beach and had practically packed for her offspring whilst smiling and talking about how cute they were together. It was a nice change from the negativity of Sakura's father.
At Tomoyo's firm insistence, her mother sulkily left them alone to pack. Sakura merrily rifled through Tomoyo's wardrobe and pulled out a cotton summer dress that was printed with cherries. With a mischievous smile she commented on how pretty Tomoyo would look in it. Flushing slightly and ducking her head, Tomoyo snatched it out of her grasp and tucked it away in the overnight bag. Skittering slightly over to one of her antique tea chests, Tomoyo opened it and pulled out a dress on a coat hanger. It was a soft mint green cotton material with white feathers imprinted on it. She held it out to Sakura, shyly telling her she made it for her and requesting that she try it on.
Sakura took the dress off the coat hanger and felt the soft material graze her hands and smiled. Glancing across at Tomoyo for a moment, she lifted her chin up and boldly curled her fingers around her shirt hem and pulled it over her head. Tomoyo took a sharp intake of breath and turned away, her cheeks stained a pale pink.
"You can look." Sakura's husky voice broke through Tomoyo's train of thoughts. "You can touch if you also desire so..." Her voice trailed off as she crossed the space between her and Tomoyo, the mint green dress abandoned on the chair. Tomoyo turned around to face the half dressed girl, her sapphire eyes darkening slightly as she drank in Sakura's appearance.
"Sakura..." Tomoyo's voice was soft and breathy as she cupped Sakura's cheeks in her trembling hands. A warm silenced stretched as darkened gazes met, assessing the emotions running through each other's eyes. Tomoyo's soft white hands slid down Sakura's neck slowly, lingering for a moment before continuing down over her shoulders and her upper arms. Sakura's own hands gently caressed Tomoyo's cheeks, her slender fingers working their way through the silken ebony strands of her hair. Slowly and gently, Tomoyo eased her warm lips over Sakura's soft ones. Tomoyo's hands slid down and around Sakura's waist, pulling her closely so that their bodies were pressed tightly together. Tomoyo sighed softly at the warmth of Sakura's body. Her soft warm breasts, belly and thighs pressed against Tomoyo's own as the tender kiss deepened into something passionate.
What seemed like ages, but was only moments later, they parted simultaneously drawing in a needed breath as they stared at each other. Tomoyo's eyes were darkened with desire and love that troubled Sakura almost as much as it warmed her.
Wordlessly, she silently padded over to the chair and pulled the dress on over her head. The bodice clung to Sakura's breasts and waist snugly, accenting their natural curves before flaring out over her hips with the hem reaching half way down her thighs. Sakura pulled off her school skirt from under it and twirled in front of the mirror and Tomoyo, grinning with approval. Tomoyo's eyes shone with pride as she observed the manner in which it suited her lover. Sakura smiled impishly and moved closer, briefly kissing Tomoyo in thanks. Pausing for a moment, Sakura eased the thin green straps over her shoulders and let the dress fall to the ground. Standing before Tomoyo in her underwear, she hesitantly held her breath awaiting the reaction. Tomoyo's eyes widened slightly and she gently reached out and cupped one of Sakura's breasts in her left hand, caressing it softly. Sakura's own eyes widened as she dropped her gaze to Tomoyo's hand and felt a tremor run through her body. Tomoyo let her hand drop and smiled sadly at Sakura before turning away and zipping her bag closed.
"Don't push yourself for what you aren't ready for Sakura. I can wait for you." Tomoyo murmured and slipped out of the room, leaving Sakura alone to dress.
They hadn't spoken until they had met up with Sakura's father who ushered them into the car. The drive wasn't particularly long, only two hours. It passed quickly with the girls staring out the window, but their hands were firmly clasped together.
Yuki and Touya were already at the cabin upon their arrival and welcomed them warmly. Sakura smiled brightly as she hugged her brother, this weekend was going to be fun.
At Tomoyo's firm insistence, her mother sulkily left them alone to pack. Sakura merrily rifled through Tomoyo's wardrobe and pulled out a cotton summer dress that was printed with cherries. With a mischievous smile she commented on how pretty Tomoyo would look in it. Flushing slightly and ducking her head, Tomoyo snatched it out of her grasp and tucked it away in the overnight bag. Skittering slightly over to one of her antique tea chests, Tomoyo opened it and pulled out a dress on a coat hanger. It was a soft mint green cotton material with white feathers imprinted on it. She held it out to Sakura, shyly telling her she made it for her and requesting that she try it on.
Sakura took the dress off the coat hanger and felt the soft material graze her hands and smiled. Glancing across at Tomoyo for a moment, she lifted her chin up and boldly curled her fingers around her shirt hem and pulled it over her head. Tomoyo took a sharp intake of breath and turned away, her cheeks stained a pale pink.
"You can look." Sakura's husky voice broke through Tomoyo's train of thoughts. "You can touch if you also desire so..." Her voice trailed off as she crossed the space between her and Tomoyo, the mint green dress abandoned on the chair. Tomoyo turned around to face the half dressed girl, her sapphire eyes darkening slightly as she drank in Sakura's appearance.
"Sakura..." Tomoyo's voice was soft and breathy as she cupped Sakura's cheeks in her trembling hands. A warm silenced stretched as darkened gazes met, assessing the emotions running through each other's eyes. Tomoyo's soft white hands slid down Sakura's neck slowly, lingering for a moment before continuing down over her shoulders and her upper arms. Sakura's own hands gently caressed Tomoyo's cheeks, her slender fingers working their way through the silken ebony strands of her hair. Slowly and gently, Tomoyo eased her warm lips over Sakura's soft ones. Tomoyo's hands slid down and around Sakura's waist, pulling her closely so that their bodies were pressed tightly together. Tomoyo sighed softly at the warmth of Sakura's body. Her soft warm breasts, belly and thighs pressed against Tomoyo's own as the tender kiss deepened into something passionate.
What seemed like ages, but was only moments later, they parted simultaneously drawing in a needed breath as they stared at each other. Tomoyo's eyes were darkened with desire and love that troubled Sakura almost as much as it warmed her.
Wordlessly, she silently padded over to the chair and pulled the dress on over her head. The bodice clung to Sakura's breasts and waist snugly, accenting their natural curves before flaring out over her hips with the hem reaching half way down her thighs. Sakura pulled off her school skirt from under it and twirled in front of the mirror and Tomoyo, grinning with approval. Tomoyo's eyes shone with pride as she observed the manner in which it suited her lover. Sakura smiled impishly and moved closer, briefly kissing Tomoyo in thanks. Pausing for a moment, Sakura eased the thin green straps over her shoulders and let the dress fall to the ground. Standing before Tomoyo in her underwear, she hesitantly held her breath awaiting the reaction. Tomoyo's eyes widened slightly and she gently reached out and cupped one of Sakura's breasts in her left hand, caressing it softly. Sakura's own eyes widened as she dropped her gaze to Tomoyo's hand and felt a tremor run through her body. Tomoyo let her hand drop and smiled sadly at Sakura before turning away and zipping her bag closed.
"Don't push yourself for what you aren't ready for Sakura. I can wait for you." Tomoyo murmured and slipped out of the room, leaving Sakura alone to dress.
They hadn't spoken until they had met up with Sakura's father who ushered them into the car. The drive wasn't particularly long, only two hours. It passed quickly with the girls staring out the window, but their hands were firmly clasped together.
Yuki and Touya were already at the cabin upon their arrival and welcomed them warmly. Sakura smiled brightly as she hugged her brother, this weekend was going to be fun.
