Chapter 4: Be assured –Tomoyo

"I'm so excited Tomoyo!" Sakura squealed into the phone. "You have no idea how great it is to know that Eriol went to the party even though I couldn't make it!"

"Great, yea." Not the word I would have picked, but it worked, in some strange way.

"So, anyway, Syaoran told me all about it on the phone earlier. I'm so mad, Touya wouldn't let me go! He can be such a pain! Ai came and then there was—"

Pain, now that was a better word. Pain matched Eriol's experience last night much better then great did. "Yea."

"Tomoyo? Are you busy?"

"Huh? Oh no, I've caught every word you said." But her words didn't even enter my ear let alone register on my mind.

"Well, I hope you got some good footage for your movie!"

Movie? What movie? Oh! The one I was submitting in the contest, that movie, the one that would help me get into a nearby University for graphic design. "Oh, I got lots of stuff." Maybe.

"Really Tomoyo, if you're busy right now we can talk later." When did Sakura get so perceptive? I thought that was my job.

"Oh no! I want to hear what you have to say."

"Okay, if you say so. But, I have to go now. Syaoran's supposed to come over for dinner and I need to sedate Touya before then."

"Sounds good."

"Good-Bye Tomoyo." She said pointedly into the phone.

"Oh! Bye."

No, I did not hear a word that came from her lips. I wanted to really, but she kept talking about the party and how great it was! Disaster, horrible, and wrong seemed a bit closer to the mark. First, Sakura couldn't come and then Syaoran moped around complaining that Sakura wasn't there. The band I wanted didn't show and the alcohol was horrible! And then, Eriol got drunk. The one thing I refuse to allow in my house and he did it. Now, of course he was sleeping off a hang over in my room.

I didn't even get to sleep because he had a hang over worse then a fever and I took care of him all night. But he looked so cute while sleeping, all curled up and sweet. His black hair curved appealingly across his forehead and his face had a soft glow. Eriol only woke once, this morning, and he looked so lost, so pain stricken, so lonely, that I couldn't help myself. After he fell asleep again, I leaned over and kissed his forehead just like a mother would.

If luck decided to rejoin me, he would forget such a thing ever happened. On the other hand, she hadn't stuck by my side very much lately.

"Miss Tomoyo, your guest has awakened. Shall I bring him down or take breakfast up to him? A maid asked.

"Umm, no, neither. I'll take the tray to him." No one else should be forced to explain the situation to him. I picked up the tray and walked carefully up to my room.

My room, the only place he could sleep. All the other rooms were under serious renovation and were not fit to walk through let alone sleep in. And no one could see him drunk last night. Would he realize? Or would luck lend me a little help and veil that little fact from his eyes?

For just a moment I stood outside the door gathering both courage and cheer to face him. "Good Morning Eriol-san!" he looked slightly confused and glanced about the room. "I'm sorry about the accommodations, but there wasn't another room prepared for you."

"I see." He said as a way to respond without making any unwanted comments.

"Here's a breakfast tray for you, although it would be more accurate to call it lunch." I set the tray on the nightstand and got a good look at him. The bed head look actually made him look better; the sleepy gaze gave him an air of ease, made him look sort of intimate. Not to mention, the servants had removed his shirt. That in itself made him more appealing.

"What time is it?"

"Almost three. I would have called your house to tell Nakaru and Spinal not to worry, but I don't know your number."

He groaned loudly. "I'll never live it down!" he ripped off the blankets and stood up.

I gasped and spun around.

"Let me guess, you didn't have any pajamas for me either?"

"No!" my voice squeaked!

Seconds passed as we stood that way and then I felt him creep up closer behind me, his arms around my waist and mouth next to my ear. "Form what I remember of the party last night I'm sure you enjoyed yourself. My display, most of all, must have given you a glimpse of just how far gone I am, I'm sure." His voice was husky and low, and enticing sound that tempted me both to run and stand still.

He rubbed his face across my hair and sighed. "Be assured, Tomoyo, I will find a way to repay you for it."

And that was it. He moved back across the room, dressed and left. He didn't speak again; he didn't touch me, nothing else. But my skin tingled and burned as if he had dared to touch far more then my waist and I didn't like it.

It took almost the rest of the day to recover from that one very small incident. Why did he act that way? Did he wish to get back at me because of the party? Or did he merely want to set me off? Was he mad about talking about Kaho the whole time? Could he even remember that? Whatever the reason, how did he know a touch like that would send me hurtling over the edge? And why did I let him do such a thing?

Only Sakura had permission to touch me in any way! The servants, Syaoran, other students at school, not even my mother dared to touch me in such an intimate manner. But there was something in his voice that compelled me not to move, something in the softness of his hands that I couldn't resist. Thus I spent the majority of the afternoon and evening contemplating such an action.

His hands were smooth and gentle in the brief seconds the rested on my body, a light weight that felt right. And then the way he pushed his face in my hair, the way his nose brushed the nape of my neck, it all felt so good. And so wrong. Desire had flooded through my body at his touch and would not disappear. How could one simple touch make such a complete reaction?

And then, why did I care?

I needed some hot tea and a few hours of solid editing to ease the new sensation from my mind. But such a touch could never fully leave. I tried though, and it worked to a small extent. No longer did that memory dwell foremost on my thoughts.

"Touché for you Eriol."

Author: Yea!!! It's Thanksgiving!!! I got another chapter typed!!! YEA!!! Aren't you guys proud of me? Okay, got a question now, would you guys mind terribly if I use Romeo and Juliet in this story? I solomnly swear that it won't be lika all the other ones with that type of thing mixed in!!! It will NOT, I repeat NOT be a play the school is doing!!!! Tell me what you think!! PLEASE!!!