Day Two: A Bit of Boyish Charm

Eriol arrived at Tomoyo's door at seven o' clock sharp and knocked.

Nobody answered.

"Tomoyo?" He called, knocking again.

Nothing.

He took hold of the knob, and to his surprised, found that the door wasn't locked. A Cheshire Cat grin ran across his thin face, and he took off his shoes and stepped inside.

"Tomoyo, dear," He summoned, smirking. "Where are you, sweet one?"

It was still silent.

Eriol's long fingers slid across the top of the couch idly as he walked towards the door in sight. "Tomoyo…?"

He opened the door and peeked inside, and his eyebrows played excitedly. "Ah… a sleeping beauty…"

He padded across the wooden floor and leaned over her sleeping form. Looks like someone forgot to turn on their alarm clock… He thought, his lips barely a centimeter from her ear. "Dearest, you should wake up…"

"Oh…mm…" She moaned, beginning to stir.

"Come along, honey," He coaxed, grinning quite maliciously. "It's time to get up."

"H…Huh?" Her eyes fluttered open slowly and looked up at him.

"Morning, sunshine," He greeted devilishly.

"OH!" She screamed, her hand flying up and punching him in the face.

"AH!" He cried, stumbling backwards and holding his jaw. "Oh, JEEZ! What… was that all about! Oh, man! Jeez!"

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THIS ROOM!" Tomoyo cried, clambering out of bed with a furious look upon her face.

Eriol popped his jaw and glanced back at her, wincing slightly. "YOU ALMOST BROKE MY---my, my…" His eyes traveled down her slender, curvy form that was only covered by her slinky, pink nightgown.

She stared at him angrily. "You haven't explained yourself."

"Ah… well, I knocked on your door and… yeah, I opened the door, and…" He couldn't believe what a wonderful body she had. Lean with just the right amount of curve to it. Nothing was too big, and nothing was too small, and she had some great legs. "-and… ah… um…"

"You came into my house just like that!"

"Well… ah…" He said blankly. "You didn't open the door… So I came to see if you were home… Maybe…" He snapped completely back into his words. "Maybe if you locked the door and turned on your alarm, you wouldn't have to see me here, and my jaw wouldn't be hurting."

"Ah-" Tomoyo froze. "Okay, fine!" She yelled, trying to still be the winner of the argument. "So I forgot a couple of things! I'm the victim here!"

"You talk as if I attacked you or something! You attacked me in case you didn't remember," He said, popping his jaw again.

"It's breaking and entering!"

"I don't think so if I didn't have to actually break anything to get in. Keeping the door unlocked screams come inside, you know."

"Shut up!" She yelled, unable to bring anything to mind.

Eriol sighed and scratched his head. "So, are we going or not?"

"Going where!" She asked, still not quite out of steam.

"I've got another day planned like you and I bet for. If you're going to wear that, that's fine, but if not, get your clothes on, and let's go!" He said, slightly aggravated himself.

She glared at him, walking towards her dresser. "GET OUT!"

"Fine! Jeez, it's not like I haven't seen a woman's body before," He left the room.

She dug through her drawers quickly, not because she wanted to get ready, but because she was so frustrated and needed something to take it out on.

She withdrew a blue blouse with short sleeves and a black, fluttering skirt that fell to her knees, put them on, and began to brush her hair.

-

Eriol was sitting on the couch staring idly at the ceiling when she emerged, fully dressed, a blue headband in her hair, and still looking rather flustered.

He gave her his best smile, hoping she'd calm down. Last thing he needed was an earful on the way to where they were going.

"Are you ready?" She asked.

"-but of course," Eriol said. "I came to your door ready, Miss Daidouji."

She apparently was not wanting any smart-mouthing today. The fire in her eyes sent a warning signal in his direction.

"Okay, let's go!" He cried, looking away and chewing on his lower lip nervously. She can't hate me forever, can she?

He stood and followed her out the door, since she had already left when he looked back.

-

"This is where we're going?" Tomoyo asked in surprise as she looked out the window.

"Is there something wrong?"

"No, no! I never get to go ice skating anymore!" She said excitedly as the car pulled to a stop and let them out.

The two walked in together, and for once they were both smiling pleasantly.

There were five couples already on the rink and loads more getting their skates on when they arrived.

Tomoyo seemed to place hers upon her feet with such speed and grace that Eriol just stared with his mouth open. "That's really incredible."

"Do you want me to tie yours too?" She asked. It was almost as if what had happened earlier had completely blown over.

"If… you want…" He said, surprised by her kindness.

She kneeled down and quickly laced his skates up and stood again, smiling. He smiled back at her.

"Thank you," He said.

"Let's go," She replied, stepping out onto the ice.

Eriol stepped out as well, standing a moment with his hand against the wall.

"Can you even skate?" She asked.

"O-of course I can! Nothing to it!" He said, wobbling slightly. I had no idea it was going to be this hard just to stand. I guess floor skating and ice skating aren't the same…

He can totally not skate, Tomoyo thought, giggling.

"It's easy!" He replied, his voice shaking.

"Well," She said, taking his hands. "Let's give it the benefit of a doubt, eh? I'll help you."

"Wh---" He blushed at the feel of her soft hands against his own. "If you think that's best, I don't care."

She slowly began to lead him around the ice, and his insecurity began to fade. Sure, he looked like an idiot, being a full grown man who needed a woman to lead him around the ice, but for some reason he didn't care at all. He hadn't been this happy in a long time. He wondered why he hadn't ever done anything like it with his other girlfriends as well. Sure, sex was great, but what about quality time? Until he'd reunited with Tomoyo, he hadn't found himself dwindling upon these thoughts. What was she doing to him!

She giggled as the two skated around the rink. After about the sixth go-around, it seemed he had gotten the hang of it, and the two skated next to each other around for a seventh time.

"You know what?" He asked, turning to look at her.

"What?" She asked.

"I haven't done something like this in a long time."

"Hm?"

"I've never actually just gone out to have fun without expecting to get something in return… It's… really nice…"

"It's a good thing. You have to tolerate me for the rest of the week."

Eriol merely smiled. For some reason, he felt as though he wouldn't have it any other way.

"So, where'd you learn to skate?" He asked.

"Sakura taught me," Tomoyo said.

"I always thought you were the type to teach her."

"Nah. When I was five, she was a lot more graceful then me. We seemed to switch rolls though."

"I wish I had nice stories like that. I didn't have any friends when I was born… Well, created, but you know what I mean. I had to make friends… literally. That's why I made Ruby Moon and Spinel Sun, and then I met--" He cut off and quickly changed the subject. "Are you cold?"

"Huh?" Tomoyo blinked. "Oh… err… a little…"

"Here," He said, slipping his jacket off and laying it on her shoulders. "Wear that for awhile. It's a little big, but you'll stay warm, I promise."

She stared at him for a moment, then smiled shyly. "Thanks."

"No problem."

He's not so bad sometimes… He can actually be a charmer! I wonder what he was going to say… I'd better not bring it up. It's obviously a touchy subject. I'll save that for when I'm mad at him again, She said to herself, though she couldn't really think that she would ever be mad at him at this certain point and time. He was so nice to her and all. She was beginning to feel special in his eyes, and she didn't quite understand why that made her feel so happy… but either way…

She was.

-

They skated for hours until their stomachs rumbled and their feet felt like they would fall off. Eriol had successfully learned how to do a few tricks, and he and Tomoyo even made up some new ones that involved falling down a lot. When the returned to the side of the rink, it seemed as though everyone had left, but it was probably because they weren't paying any attention to anyone but each other.

"My butt hurts," Eriol said, laughing.

"Falling will do that to you," Tomoyo said, removing her skates. "My feet hurt."

"I can't feel my feet anymore," Eriol replied as he replaced his shoes.

There was a small lapse of silence between the two.

"So… are you hungry?" Eriol asked.

"A little…" She was actually very hungry, but she didn't want to make it sound like she was a pig.

"May I buy you dinner?"

"Aren't you supposed to?" She asked, not smiling as remembered that they were still in the middle of a bet that she refused to lose.

"Um… Yeah, right," Eriol nodded, standing and holding out his hand to her. She took it, and he pulled her up, and for a moment, they just stood there, staring at their hands that were still placed against each other.

"Um…" Tomoyo whispered, blushing slightly. "Let's go, hm?""

"YEAH, yeah," He said, letting go and turning red. "Where to?"

"I don't know… Let's just drive around a little and see what we find," She said, and the two exited with each other on their minds.

-

By 11:00 PM, Eriol's limo pulled up in front of Tomoyo's home. Eriol had been staring out the window, reliving the deep conversations that they'd had about art and music and films over dinner when they stopped. He turned to Tomoyo's seat to tell her that they were there only to find out that she had fallen asleep.

She slept silently, only light breathing escaping her perfect lips. He stared at her for a second, looked around, then slid her into his arms.

The driver held the door open, and Eriol carried her to her house. Once again, the door was unlocked, and he made a mental not to lock it on the way out. He stepped out of his shoes and padded inside slowly as not to stir her. Her head was laying against his shoulder, and he couldn't help but think about her. She had really nice hair… and her eyes were stunning as well.

He placed her down on her bed and took her shoes and socks off, then removed the headband from her hair and placed it on her nightstand. Shoes and socks in one hand, he used his free hand to pull her blankets up over her and beamed warmly. "Goodnight… Tomoyo…" He whispered, then carried her shoes outside, leaving her socks by the door.

He got back into the limo and slammed the door shut. "Let's go," He said to the driver.

"Mister Eriol?"

"Yes?"

"Is she like the other girls?" The driver asked, looking blatantly confused.

He placed his chin on his fist, staring out the window, hesitating an answer. "…No… I suppose she's not…" was all he said, and they drove off into the night back towards his hotel room.

Tomoyo slept soundly in her bed, dreaming of art and music and films.

(A/N: This is so fluffy, I know, but I haven't really written fluff in awhile without loads of angst piled upon it. It took me way too long to get this up, I know, but I hope you review! I'm also really surprised by how many people are cheering for Tomoyo. Not that I don't agree by her causes, but Eriol is so funny ((in my opinion)). I'll try to get more up soon. NEXT UP, DAY THREEEEEEE!)