Sakura, her Lion and her Departing Friend
part 5
Sakura/Tomoyo, Sakura/Cerberus
*****
Still concealed by Erase, Cerberus and Sakura sagged together in relief on the rooftop.
"That was close!" Cerberus said.
Sakura nodded. "Thank goodness. I don't know what explanation I could give for us being up here. We must look like stalkers."
"What's wrong with that?" Cerberus looked at Sakura in puzzlement. "Tomoyo and I used to follow you all the time when you met the snow rabbit."
"What? What!! You never told me!!"
"So stalking isn't a good thing?"
"No, of course not! It can get you arrested!"
"I'll remember that next time." Cerberus rubbed his head against Sakura's thigh to distract her. "Good thinking for using Erase! Now let's un-erase ourselves, knock on the front door and get some food!"
"No!" Her expression became mutinous. "We can't do that."
"Why not? Don't tell me you came all this way to look in her window?"
"No, but..." Sakura bit her lip.
"What? What is it?"
"I don't think...she needs me anymore." Such ordinary words, but they seemed to be trapped inside her throat. Dimly she recalled Tomoyo's blissful expression in the bath. "I left it too late, Kero-chan."
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"She's found someone else." Her voice quavered on the last word. The numbness was fading, and the pain was as sharp as ever.
"Who?" Cerberus bared his gleaming sharp teeth in a menacing snarl. "Who is this person? When I get my claws on--"
Sakura clamped his muzzle shut to silence him. Someone was opening the balcony door again.
It was Tomoyo. Her thick damp hair fell loosely about her shoulders. She was dressed in a gauzy nightgown of pastel pink with lace over the sleeves and bodice. The skirt was gathered at the waist, the double-scalloped hemline of the gown ending just above her knees. The silvery moonlight gilded her graceful form, making her look like a fairy deprived of its wings.
Sakura held her breath. She always knew Tomoyo was pretty, but she never appreciated how beautiful she was until this moment. For years she had been too blind to see what was right in front of her.
Tomoyo looked down at the gardens, then turned to the roof. Her eyes seemed to focus on Sakura for a moment, then her gaze drifted, still searching.
Sakura's heart sank when she saw the pillbox hat. Tomoyo was clutching it in her hand like a talisman.
"Sakura-chan," she said aloud. "You came all this way to see me. I'm so happy you're here." She lifted the hat, smiling. "I was inspired by the uniforms of airline stewardesses when I designed this outfit for you. I remember how cute you looked when you tried it on. I remember taking a photo." She looked inside the hat, frowning at the broken strap. "I guess it's not that practical for real flying. I'll try to do better next time."
"What are you waiting for?" Cerberus muttered through the side of his mouth.
Sakura shook her head. "She's only guessing we're here. She doesn't know for sure."
Tomoyo waited. A breeze stirred the folds of her gown and lifted her hair from her face. Her lips were parted in expectation. What was she waiting for?
Go inside, Sakura urged her. Go back inside.
Undeterred by the lack of response, Tomoyo leaned over the balcony rail to address the garden. "If I'd known you were coming, I would have prepared a cake to welcome you to America. I would have made a dinner just for you. Would you have wanted Japanese food or American food? I miss Japanese food, but I would be happy to eat anything as long as you were with me."
Cerberus's stomach rumbled. He made a whimpering sound. "Sakura," he muttered miserably, "I'm going to die if I don't eat soon."
Sakura ignored him. Each gentle word Tomoyo spoke only intensified the blossoming pain inside her.
In the moonlight, she saw Tomoyo look up at the sky again. "Sakura-chan, please...don't be afraid of me. Don't be angry at me." She whirled around, suddenly desperate. "What happened at the airport...it was a terrible mistake. I swear it will never happen again." She held out the pillbox hat, offering it to the stars. "At least take back your hat. The costume I designed for you isn't the same without it."
Maybe Tomoyo was right. Maybe it was just a mistake. The kiss had awakened something inside her, a terrible emotion that clawed at her insides, leaving pain and emptiness in its wake.
Cerberus shook his muzzle impatiently. "Sakura! How can you ignore her like this?" A rumbling sound came from his belly. "How can you ignore my stomach like this?"
"I was a fool to come here." She let him go and clambered to her feet. She had seen it with her own eyes: Tomoyo had found someone who knew how to make her happy, someone older and experienced who wouldn't reject her out of fear. It should have made her happy too, shouldn't it? Seeing the happiness of the person she loved most in the world...
...only made the pain ten times worse.
Tomoyo waited and waited until her arm became weak from exhaustion. Finally she dropped her arm, and her shoulders drooped in the moonlight. "I never meant to hurt you," she whispered. "Maybe it was wrong for me to encourage you with Yukito-san and Li-kun, but I thought they would make you happy. You smiled so much when you were with them. And that's all I ever wanted in life: to see you happy. As long as I can see your smiling face, and know that you are happy in what you are doing..." She lowered her gaze, her fringe covering her eyes. "It would mean the world to me. Just to be a part of your life, however small...that is enough."
"This is getting ridiculous," Cerberus muttered. "Sakura, if you don't un-erase yourself--" He stopped as something splashed on his muzzle, followed by another. "Sakura?"
"Stop it!" Sakura shouted. "I can't take it any more! Stop it! Stop IT!"
Erase obeyed the wish of its Mistress and reversed its spell on them both.
Tomoyo lifted her gaze, eyes wide. "Sakura-chan! I knew you were here!"
Sakura swooped down to the balcony with her backpack, her entire body trembling from head to foot. "I don't want you to say such things anymore," she said in a choked voice, her wings fading in a twinkling of starlight. "I don't want to you to think of my happiness all the time as if it's the only thing that matters in the world."
"Sakura-chan?" Tomoyo stepped towards her, but Sakura took a step back. "Why are you crying?"
Sakura pulled the eraser out of her backpack and pushed it in her hands. "I don't want you to keep the eraser I gave you and never use it. I don't want you to film everything I do." She pulled off her gloves and wiped her eyes with the back of one hand. "I don't want you making elaborate costumes for me either."
"But..." Tomoyo blinked in helpless confusion, then smiled. "But I can't help doing it. I've adored you since the day we first met."
"I don't want to be adored! I don't want to be worshipped." Sakura's voice broke on the last word. Tears blinded her vision. "I want..." She reached for Tomoyo's hand and placed it on her breast. "Tomoyo-chan, please..."
Tomoyo couldn't say no. Her hand cupped the firm mound, her fingers stroking the nipple. Sakura rushed into her arms, kissing her with clumsy eagerness, tasting her own tears against Tomoyo's lips. The hat and the eraser fell on the ground between their feet.
"Don't cry, Sakura-chan." Tomoyo held her face in her hands, wiping the tears away with her thumbs. Her own eyes filled with tears. "I never meant to make you unhappy."
"Then touch me." Sakura leaned forward to kiss Tomoyo again, her hands clutching at the gauzy material of her nightgown. Tomoyo's skin was warm and soft underneath, her curves round and lush. She stroked along the small of her back, her fingers splayed as she slid the silky material against Tomoyo's flesh.
"Sakura-chan." Tomoyo trembled, and buried her face in Sakura's neck. "Come inside," she whispered. She drew away with an effort, and pulled the glass door aside. Sakura pulled off her ankle boots and willingly followed.
Inside it was dark, the thick curtains blocking most of the moonlight outside. Disoriented, Sakura reached out for guidance, and found herself clutching Tomoyo again. She was warm and soft and ...and as necessary to her existence as oxygen. She parted her lips to receive Tomoyo's greedy open-mouthed kisses. Their tongues tangled, wet and slick and playful, until Sakura felt so dizzy that she had to pull away.
Tomoyo's hands fell away from her. "Forgive me, Sakura--"
"No!" Sakura grabbed her hands before she could withdraw further. "Undress me."
There was a pause, as if Tomoyo was waiting for her to change her mind. Then she shifted around, the soft shirring sound of her gown the only sign of movement in the darkness. Her fingers probed at her neck, then slowly pulled. The dress slid off with a whisper of sound to puddle at Sakura's feet.
"I always remember the placement of zips in a costume," Tomoyo explained quietly.
Sakura stepped out of the dress, still wearing underwear and white stockings. She remembered times when Tomoyo had helped her in or out of a particularly tricky costume. She'd thought nothing of it, just the help of a good friend. But having Tomoyo undress her in darkness...there was a deliciously forbidden allure about it.
Tomoyo's hands slid along her shoulder blades to her bra. With a single deft movement, she unclipped the bra and replaced it with her soft hands. Her gentle fingers stroked the underside of her breasts, cupped them as if they were precious jewels. She pressed light kisses on the side of Sakura's neck, her long hair cascading over Sakura's shoulder like a silken veil.
"Tomoyo-chan!" Sakura pressed her hands against Tomoyo's in encouragement.
Tomoyo took the hint. Her fingers played with Sakura's nipples, teasing them into pert hardness. "Of all the things I hoped for you...I never dared to dream..." She buried her lips against Sakura's throat, smothering the rest of her words in smooth unblemished flesh.
Sakura groaned and squirmed. The slight graze of teeth, the soft lips and tongue on her shoulder...it sent a sizzling surge of heat to her groin. She arched herself into Tomoyo's hands, while she reached behind to grasp Tomoyo's thigh. With a slide of her hand, she hitched the gown up to caress the curve of Tomoyo's hip.
They stumbled to the bed, Sakura led by Tomoyo in the darkness. They were in too much of a hurry to bother with lights. Sakura found herself lying on white sheets, clad only in panties and stockings. Tomoyo leaned over her, her long hair brushing her neck, shoulders and arms as she bestowed soft kisses on Sakura's breasts.
"You are so beautiful, Sakura-chan." Tomoyo traced one areola with her lips. "A goddess couldn't be more lovely."
Sakura held her head, fingers combing though her hair to press her closer. "Don't want...to be worshipped," she gasped.
"I can't help it," Tomoyo whispered. "It would be easier for me to stop breathing." She lightly nibbled Sakura's nipple with soft lips.
Heat suffused Sakura's skin. Cerberus had been more aggressive, more urgent. Impatient and eager, much like his fiery nature. Tomoyo was delicate and playful in comparison, her lingering touches drawing out the pleasure so it could be properly savoured. But the ache inside her couldn't be denied any longer.
She lifted her hips and pulled at her underwear until Tomoyo slowly slid them off. The stockings were left undisturbed, Tomoyo content to stroke her legs reverently through the material.
Damp heat and perspiration dewed Sakura's body. Butterflies fluttered inside her stomach, mingled dread and longing driving her mad. She'd never been so exposed before, yet she had never wanted so much. The feelings she had for Yukito and Syaoran paled in comparison to the immediacy of her desire now.
Tomoyo caressed her, soothing the tension in her quivering muscles. Then she carefully parted Sakura's thighs, and allowed her long hair to cascade across her abdomen and legs. She bent forward slowly.
Sakura cried out. No words could describe it. Tomoyo's tongue moving gently over her lips and clit, tasting and teasing the sensitised flesh. She swirled over her with slow and languid strokes, gently lapping at the pooling juices. Sakura bucked and squirmed, even as every nerve ending screamed for more. Too much feeling...she couldn't take it.
"It's all right," Tomoyo murmured, pressing kisses against the soft thatch of hair at her groin. "At least let me worship you like this."
Sakura shook her head, her body quivering uncontrollably with each touch. But her legs remained splayed on the mattress, while her fingers clutched the sheets.
Tomoyo's hand stroked her thigh, soothing yet arousing her at the same time. She placed her lips against the smooth skin, then returned to the moist dampness again.
The intimacy of it, the pure pleasure it evoked...nothing had prepared Sakura. When she'd stroked herself, she had been searching for a way to ease the ache. But this exquisite caress was making it worse. She was enveloped in heat and darkness and sweat and the silken strands of Tomoyo's hair. The air felt heavy and humid, scented with the sweet smell of Tomoyo's hair and the musk of her trembling body. Speech seemed beyond her. She was reduced to panting gasps. Dimly she was aware of Tomoyo's fingers gripping her buttocks, tilting her hips up so she could partake of her more easily.
Sakura didn't want to be worshipped. But to be the recipient of such a gift...she couldn't fight it any longer. Something inside her was building and building, something strange and wonderful. Then suddenly she felt it: wave upon wave of sensation rippling through her body. She clutched Tomoyo's hair as it powered through her, leaving her spent and exhausted.
Tomoyo finally rested against her chest, her breath cooling Sakura's sweat-damp skin. She still wore her nightgown. The material clung to her damp skin.
Sakura pulled at the gown with clumsy fingers. She couldn't leave her friend unfulfilled. "Tomoyo-chan."
Tomoyo sat up and pulled her gown over her head, her body visible as a silhouette against the window. Sakura could see the taut nipple of her breast. She reached up to touch it wonderingly. Tomoyo sighed and lay down next to her.
"This...this is more than I ever dreamed, Sakura-chan."
"You must learn to dream more often," Sakura teased.
Sakura leaned down and closed her lips around the bud. It filled her mouth, salty-sweet in flavor. She tested the firmness of it with her teeth, biting gently. With one hand, she delved between Tomoyo's thighs. She was slick with moisture. Sakura stroked her as best she could given the unfamiliar angle, a little uncertain of how to help. But Tomoyo seemed pleased with everything she did. She lifted one knee, arching herself against Sakura's hand. She guided Sakura's fingers against her lips, enclosing her in velvet heat.
"Oh!" Sakura withdrew in surprise, her fingers sliding out. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." Tomoyo shivered, and guided her back. Her muscles clenched around Sakura's fingers, enveloping her again. "It feels...good."
Her voice was breathy and soft, like it had been when the guard had touched her. Sakura wanted to bring her the same pleasure. So she obeyed, entering her gently, her fingers sliding against moist velvet. The muscles clamped around her, easing her out. Then Tomoyo guided her in again, repeating the cycle. They fell into a rhythm of their own making, punctuated only by Tomoyo's gasping breaths. Sakura learned the secret recesses of Tomoyo's body, enveloped in heat and dampness and darkness.
It thrilled Sakura to know that she could give her friend this. Had the bodyguard touched her the same way? It didn't matter. It was her fingers deep inside Tomoyo, drenched in her juices. It was her name Tomoyo whispered before she stiffened and cried out.
She couldn't write her name on Tomoyo's body as though she were a Clow Card. But she knew it in her heart. Tomoyo was hers.
*****
part 5
Sakura/Tomoyo, Sakura/Cerberus
*****
Still concealed by Erase, Cerberus and Sakura sagged together in relief on the rooftop.
"That was close!" Cerberus said.
Sakura nodded. "Thank goodness. I don't know what explanation I could give for us being up here. We must look like stalkers."
"What's wrong with that?" Cerberus looked at Sakura in puzzlement. "Tomoyo and I used to follow you all the time when you met the snow rabbit."
"What? What!! You never told me!!"
"So stalking isn't a good thing?"
"No, of course not! It can get you arrested!"
"I'll remember that next time." Cerberus rubbed his head against Sakura's thigh to distract her. "Good thinking for using Erase! Now let's un-erase ourselves, knock on the front door and get some food!"
"No!" Her expression became mutinous. "We can't do that."
"Why not? Don't tell me you came all this way to look in her window?"
"No, but..." Sakura bit her lip.
"What? What is it?"
"I don't think...she needs me anymore." Such ordinary words, but they seemed to be trapped inside her throat. Dimly she recalled Tomoyo's blissful expression in the bath. "I left it too late, Kero-chan."
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"She's found someone else." Her voice quavered on the last word. The numbness was fading, and the pain was as sharp as ever.
"Who?" Cerberus bared his gleaming sharp teeth in a menacing snarl. "Who is this person? When I get my claws on--"
Sakura clamped his muzzle shut to silence him. Someone was opening the balcony door again.
It was Tomoyo. Her thick damp hair fell loosely about her shoulders. She was dressed in a gauzy nightgown of pastel pink with lace over the sleeves and bodice. The skirt was gathered at the waist, the double-scalloped hemline of the gown ending just above her knees. The silvery moonlight gilded her graceful form, making her look like a fairy deprived of its wings.
Sakura held her breath. She always knew Tomoyo was pretty, but she never appreciated how beautiful she was until this moment. For years she had been too blind to see what was right in front of her.
Tomoyo looked down at the gardens, then turned to the roof. Her eyes seemed to focus on Sakura for a moment, then her gaze drifted, still searching.
Sakura's heart sank when she saw the pillbox hat. Tomoyo was clutching it in her hand like a talisman.
"Sakura-chan," she said aloud. "You came all this way to see me. I'm so happy you're here." She lifted the hat, smiling. "I was inspired by the uniforms of airline stewardesses when I designed this outfit for you. I remember how cute you looked when you tried it on. I remember taking a photo." She looked inside the hat, frowning at the broken strap. "I guess it's not that practical for real flying. I'll try to do better next time."
"What are you waiting for?" Cerberus muttered through the side of his mouth.
Sakura shook her head. "She's only guessing we're here. She doesn't know for sure."
Tomoyo waited. A breeze stirred the folds of her gown and lifted her hair from her face. Her lips were parted in expectation. What was she waiting for?
Go inside, Sakura urged her. Go back inside.
Undeterred by the lack of response, Tomoyo leaned over the balcony rail to address the garden. "If I'd known you were coming, I would have prepared a cake to welcome you to America. I would have made a dinner just for you. Would you have wanted Japanese food or American food? I miss Japanese food, but I would be happy to eat anything as long as you were with me."
Cerberus's stomach rumbled. He made a whimpering sound. "Sakura," he muttered miserably, "I'm going to die if I don't eat soon."
Sakura ignored him. Each gentle word Tomoyo spoke only intensified the blossoming pain inside her.
In the moonlight, she saw Tomoyo look up at the sky again. "Sakura-chan, please...don't be afraid of me. Don't be angry at me." She whirled around, suddenly desperate. "What happened at the airport...it was a terrible mistake. I swear it will never happen again." She held out the pillbox hat, offering it to the stars. "At least take back your hat. The costume I designed for you isn't the same without it."
Maybe Tomoyo was right. Maybe it was just a mistake. The kiss had awakened something inside her, a terrible emotion that clawed at her insides, leaving pain and emptiness in its wake.
Cerberus shook his muzzle impatiently. "Sakura! How can you ignore her like this?" A rumbling sound came from his belly. "How can you ignore my stomach like this?"
"I was a fool to come here." She let him go and clambered to her feet. She had seen it with her own eyes: Tomoyo had found someone who knew how to make her happy, someone older and experienced who wouldn't reject her out of fear. It should have made her happy too, shouldn't it? Seeing the happiness of the person she loved most in the world...
...only made the pain ten times worse.
Tomoyo waited and waited until her arm became weak from exhaustion. Finally she dropped her arm, and her shoulders drooped in the moonlight. "I never meant to hurt you," she whispered. "Maybe it was wrong for me to encourage you with Yukito-san and Li-kun, but I thought they would make you happy. You smiled so much when you were with them. And that's all I ever wanted in life: to see you happy. As long as I can see your smiling face, and know that you are happy in what you are doing..." She lowered her gaze, her fringe covering her eyes. "It would mean the world to me. Just to be a part of your life, however small...that is enough."
"This is getting ridiculous," Cerberus muttered. "Sakura, if you don't un-erase yourself--" He stopped as something splashed on his muzzle, followed by another. "Sakura?"
"Stop it!" Sakura shouted. "I can't take it any more! Stop it! Stop IT!"
Erase obeyed the wish of its Mistress and reversed its spell on them both.
Tomoyo lifted her gaze, eyes wide. "Sakura-chan! I knew you were here!"
Sakura swooped down to the balcony with her backpack, her entire body trembling from head to foot. "I don't want you to say such things anymore," she said in a choked voice, her wings fading in a twinkling of starlight. "I don't want to you to think of my happiness all the time as if it's the only thing that matters in the world."
"Sakura-chan?" Tomoyo stepped towards her, but Sakura took a step back. "Why are you crying?"
Sakura pulled the eraser out of her backpack and pushed it in her hands. "I don't want you to keep the eraser I gave you and never use it. I don't want you to film everything I do." She pulled off her gloves and wiped her eyes with the back of one hand. "I don't want you making elaborate costumes for me either."
"But..." Tomoyo blinked in helpless confusion, then smiled. "But I can't help doing it. I've adored you since the day we first met."
"I don't want to be adored! I don't want to be worshipped." Sakura's voice broke on the last word. Tears blinded her vision. "I want..." She reached for Tomoyo's hand and placed it on her breast. "Tomoyo-chan, please..."
Tomoyo couldn't say no. Her hand cupped the firm mound, her fingers stroking the nipple. Sakura rushed into her arms, kissing her with clumsy eagerness, tasting her own tears against Tomoyo's lips. The hat and the eraser fell on the ground between their feet.
"Don't cry, Sakura-chan." Tomoyo held her face in her hands, wiping the tears away with her thumbs. Her own eyes filled with tears. "I never meant to make you unhappy."
"Then touch me." Sakura leaned forward to kiss Tomoyo again, her hands clutching at the gauzy material of her nightgown. Tomoyo's skin was warm and soft underneath, her curves round and lush. She stroked along the small of her back, her fingers splayed as she slid the silky material against Tomoyo's flesh.
"Sakura-chan." Tomoyo trembled, and buried her face in Sakura's neck. "Come inside," she whispered. She drew away with an effort, and pulled the glass door aside. Sakura pulled off her ankle boots and willingly followed.
Inside it was dark, the thick curtains blocking most of the moonlight outside. Disoriented, Sakura reached out for guidance, and found herself clutching Tomoyo again. She was warm and soft and ...and as necessary to her existence as oxygen. She parted her lips to receive Tomoyo's greedy open-mouthed kisses. Their tongues tangled, wet and slick and playful, until Sakura felt so dizzy that she had to pull away.
Tomoyo's hands fell away from her. "Forgive me, Sakura--"
"No!" Sakura grabbed her hands before she could withdraw further. "Undress me."
There was a pause, as if Tomoyo was waiting for her to change her mind. Then she shifted around, the soft shirring sound of her gown the only sign of movement in the darkness. Her fingers probed at her neck, then slowly pulled. The dress slid off with a whisper of sound to puddle at Sakura's feet.
"I always remember the placement of zips in a costume," Tomoyo explained quietly.
Sakura stepped out of the dress, still wearing underwear and white stockings. She remembered times when Tomoyo had helped her in or out of a particularly tricky costume. She'd thought nothing of it, just the help of a good friend. But having Tomoyo undress her in darkness...there was a deliciously forbidden allure about it.
Tomoyo's hands slid along her shoulder blades to her bra. With a single deft movement, she unclipped the bra and replaced it with her soft hands. Her gentle fingers stroked the underside of her breasts, cupped them as if they were precious jewels. She pressed light kisses on the side of Sakura's neck, her long hair cascading over Sakura's shoulder like a silken veil.
"Tomoyo-chan!" Sakura pressed her hands against Tomoyo's in encouragement.
Tomoyo took the hint. Her fingers played with Sakura's nipples, teasing them into pert hardness. "Of all the things I hoped for you...I never dared to dream..." She buried her lips against Sakura's throat, smothering the rest of her words in smooth unblemished flesh.
Sakura groaned and squirmed. The slight graze of teeth, the soft lips and tongue on her shoulder...it sent a sizzling surge of heat to her groin. She arched herself into Tomoyo's hands, while she reached behind to grasp Tomoyo's thigh. With a slide of her hand, she hitched the gown up to caress the curve of Tomoyo's hip.
They stumbled to the bed, Sakura led by Tomoyo in the darkness. They were in too much of a hurry to bother with lights. Sakura found herself lying on white sheets, clad only in panties and stockings. Tomoyo leaned over her, her long hair brushing her neck, shoulders and arms as she bestowed soft kisses on Sakura's breasts.
"You are so beautiful, Sakura-chan." Tomoyo traced one areola with her lips. "A goddess couldn't be more lovely."
Sakura held her head, fingers combing though her hair to press her closer. "Don't want...to be worshipped," she gasped.
"I can't help it," Tomoyo whispered. "It would be easier for me to stop breathing." She lightly nibbled Sakura's nipple with soft lips.
Heat suffused Sakura's skin. Cerberus had been more aggressive, more urgent. Impatient and eager, much like his fiery nature. Tomoyo was delicate and playful in comparison, her lingering touches drawing out the pleasure so it could be properly savoured. But the ache inside her couldn't be denied any longer.
She lifted her hips and pulled at her underwear until Tomoyo slowly slid them off. The stockings were left undisturbed, Tomoyo content to stroke her legs reverently through the material.
Damp heat and perspiration dewed Sakura's body. Butterflies fluttered inside her stomach, mingled dread and longing driving her mad. She'd never been so exposed before, yet she had never wanted so much. The feelings she had for Yukito and Syaoran paled in comparison to the immediacy of her desire now.
Tomoyo caressed her, soothing the tension in her quivering muscles. Then she carefully parted Sakura's thighs, and allowed her long hair to cascade across her abdomen and legs. She bent forward slowly.
Sakura cried out. No words could describe it. Tomoyo's tongue moving gently over her lips and clit, tasting and teasing the sensitised flesh. She swirled over her with slow and languid strokes, gently lapping at the pooling juices. Sakura bucked and squirmed, even as every nerve ending screamed for more. Too much feeling...she couldn't take it.
"It's all right," Tomoyo murmured, pressing kisses against the soft thatch of hair at her groin. "At least let me worship you like this."
Sakura shook her head, her body quivering uncontrollably with each touch. But her legs remained splayed on the mattress, while her fingers clutched the sheets.
Tomoyo's hand stroked her thigh, soothing yet arousing her at the same time. She placed her lips against the smooth skin, then returned to the moist dampness again.
The intimacy of it, the pure pleasure it evoked...nothing had prepared Sakura. When she'd stroked herself, she had been searching for a way to ease the ache. But this exquisite caress was making it worse. She was enveloped in heat and darkness and sweat and the silken strands of Tomoyo's hair. The air felt heavy and humid, scented with the sweet smell of Tomoyo's hair and the musk of her trembling body. Speech seemed beyond her. She was reduced to panting gasps. Dimly she was aware of Tomoyo's fingers gripping her buttocks, tilting her hips up so she could partake of her more easily.
Sakura didn't want to be worshipped. But to be the recipient of such a gift...she couldn't fight it any longer. Something inside her was building and building, something strange and wonderful. Then suddenly she felt it: wave upon wave of sensation rippling through her body. She clutched Tomoyo's hair as it powered through her, leaving her spent and exhausted.
Tomoyo finally rested against her chest, her breath cooling Sakura's sweat-damp skin. She still wore her nightgown. The material clung to her damp skin.
Sakura pulled at the gown with clumsy fingers. She couldn't leave her friend unfulfilled. "Tomoyo-chan."
Tomoyo sat up and pulled her gown over her head, her body visible as a silhouette against the window. Sakura could see the taut nipple of her breast. She reached up to touch it wonderingly. Tomoyo sighed and lay down next to her.
"This...this is more than I ever dreamed, Sakura-chan."
"You must learn to dream more often," Sakura teased.
Sakura leaned down and closed her lips around the bud. It filled her mouth, salty-sweet in flavor. She tested the firmness of it with her teeth, biting gently. With one hand, she delved between Tomoyo's thighs. She was slick with moisture. Sakura stroked her as best she could given the unfamiliar angle, a little uncertain of how to help. But Tomoyo seemed pleased with everything she did. She lifted one knee, arching herself against Sakura's hand. She guided Sakura's fingers against her lips, enclosing her in velvet heat.
"Oh!" Sakura withdrew in surprise, her fingers sliding out. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." Tomoyo shivered, and guided her back. Her muscles clenched around Sakura's fingers, enveloping her again. "It feels...good."
Her voice was breathy and soft, like it had been when the guard had touched her. Sakura wanted to bring her the same pleasure. So she obeyed, entering her gently, her fingers sliding against moist velvet. The muscles clamped around her, easing her out. Then Tomoyo guided her in again, repeating the cycle. They fell into a rhythm of their own making, punctuated only by Tomoyo's gasping breaths. Sakura learned the secret recesses of Tomoyo's body, enveloped in heat and dampness and darkness.
It thrilled Sakura to know that she could give her friend this. Had the bodyguard touched her the same way? It didn't matter. It was her fingers deep inside Tomoyo, drenched in her juices. It was her name Tomoyo whispered before she stiffened and cried out.
She couldn't write her name on Tomoyo's body as though she were a Clow Card. But she knew it in her heart. Tomoyo was hers.
*****