Disclaimer: I wish, and so do most people. But we can't all own the rights to RK now can we.
A/N: Happy turkey day for those who celebrate. For those who don't, uh happy 28th!
Ok. Errrr, I hope this goes well. That's all I can say to it.
What she Needs- Reality Check
The dwindled on, but the festivities did not seem slow. Eriol and Tomoyo had spent the majority of the night in each other's quiet company. Occasionally they would sweep across the dance floor, or chat it up with other guests. All in all, it wasn't as dreadful a night as Tomoyo had always imagined it would be.
Eriol watched Tomoyo from the corner of his eye. A smile played on her lips, indicating that she might just be enjoying herself. Satisfied with his own accomplishment, he let out a devilish smirk, enough so that his company took notice.
"And just what are you smiling about?" Tomoyo questioned, swishing the deep crimson drink around in her glass.
"Nothing."
Tomoyo huffed. He had found his mysterious debonair side again. She had enjoyed having that card to play, even if her time with it was short lived.
Another song began to play and Eriol set down his glass, ready to ask for yet another dance when they were greeted by a new presence.
"Mr. Hirigazawa, Miss Daidouji. I've been meaning to meet you all night." A rather statuesque man with thick chestnut hair came into their secluded corner and reached his hand forth. "My name is Alexandre Chatlier."
"Madame's son?" Tomoyo extended her hand to shake his, but he took it by the fingers and raised the back side of her hand to his lips.
"Yes." He smiled and Tomoyo felt like she had seen that smile before. "Are the two of you enjoying the evening my mother has planned?"
Eriol only nodded.
Tomoyo smiled and nodded as well. "Yes, its been quite a lovely evening. Thank you." Tomoyo searched and searched her memory, perhaps she had seen him at a restaurant? Or maybe even an elite magazine cover?
"Mr Hirigazawa, I was wondering if I might steal Miss Daidouji from you for a quick round on the dance floor." Alexandre had not addressed Eriol with his eyes as he requested this. His eyes remained locked on Tomoyo with a coy smile dancing on his lips.
Tomoyo looked to Eriol response. He seemed unaffected and gave a compliant smile and nod.
Hesitantly she took Alexandre's hand and allowed him to lead her to the dance floor.
Eriol watched as they began to do a basic waltz step, focusing mostly on the interaction of their eyes and lips. He was saying something to her and Tomoyo was leaning in close as if she was having a hard time hearing his words. To remedy that, Alexandre had moved his hand around her waist pulling her in a little more and tilting his head to whisper in her ear.
Eriol's eyes narrowed on the man's hand that sat boldly at the base of her back where it curved in slightly before the rest of her backside continued on. Tomoyo had seemed unconcerned about that positioning. He watched only a second more at their exchange before he decided he was in need of a drink.
"Don't quite remember me Tomoyo?" Alexandre grinned as they began to move around the dance floor.
"Should I?" Tomoyo knew his face was familiar, as well as his touch, but she couldn't finger just who he was.
"Well perhaps not. But we have encountered each other before. Just once. But it was quite a memorable encounter." His gray eyes seemed to dance with mischievousness. He leaned toward her, his lips close to her ear and his breath on her hair. "Actually I'd say a pretty memorable night. You were wonderful."
Tomoyo's eyes widened for a moment. Could she have? With him? Was he one of those indistinguishable numbers in her drawer?
"Don't looked so stunned Tomoyo. Or so ashamed for that matter." His hand pulled her waist in just a tad bit closer. "It was a good night. Nothing to be ashamed of."
Tomoyo stared up at him. He did not seem the least bit angry that she hadn't called him or that he had been a one night stand. In fact he seemed to enjoy the fact that that was all it was.
He chuckled. "You look so worried Miss Tomoyo. I assure you I am not mentioning this to elicit this kind of reaction from you. I just noticed you, and wanted to express my thanks. I mean lots of the women I sleep with always want something back from me. But you were like a birthday present for me. A good lay I didn't have to do anything for but have a good time."
Alexandre looked up out of the crowd at a man that striding quickly to the bar.
"I suppose he's the lucky one tonight. Well he sure is in for a good ride."
Tomoyo wanted to pull away. Wanted to tell him to shut up because he didn't know anything about her and Eriol. But she was in a state of shock and shame. Because what he said was true and it made her feel so unclean.
The song began to draw to a close, but Alexandre held on to her still. "Well anyway Tomoyo. Maybe after you are done with him, however long that may take, you should fish for my number. I was thinking that good sex shouldn't be put to waste and that we could have maybe an arrangement. After all, its hard to find a girl that is just in it for the sex. Quite a find."
The song ended and he released her. She pulled away instantly and shrunk back.
He gave her a wink before walking off.
Tomoyo shuddered, shaking off his touch from her skin. She felt like a common whore. Suddenly the enchanted feeling left her and now it seemed like she was just a no good street hooker that dolled up for the evening, but had to return to work later that night. How easily her tainted life had caught up with her tonight and she shuddered at the thought that someone there knew that she more about her sins than everyone else did.
She headed bee-line for the bar. "Double Vodka Cranberry, heavy on the vodka." The moment she was presented with the glass, she took it with one breath. "Again."
"Almost there." Eriol kicked the front door opened and entered the house, dragging Tomoyo along side him. She body rested heavily against his as her head was buried in the crook of his shoulder. Eriol closed the door behind them and looked at the stairs which now seemed rather daunting.
He gave a little bounce which served to readjust Tomoyo's arm around slung around his shoulders and lifted her into his arms to that she was cradled against his chest. She groaned at the sudden movement but he ignored her. She was nearly passed out anyway and wouldn't really remember if he had been slightly gruff with her drunken body.
After what seemed like an eternity of stairs, they reached Tomoyo's bedroom.
Eriol went to the bed, gently placing her sleeping form on the soft down comforter. He sat next to her on the bed for a moment watching her breathe. He cheeked were tinted with the rosy color that accompanied alcohol. He smiled. It was interesting to see the uncontrolled side of Tomoyo for once. He doubted that she ever let herself get that drunk too often. It was cute nonetheless. She was more like the childhood Tomoyo he once knew when she was drunk. All smiles and giggles.
He gently moved fallen strands of hair from her face and took another good look before reaching over to pull the other half of the comforter over her. Just after he stretched over, he looked back and was met by violet eyes peering through partially veiling lashes.
"Hi." He spoke quietly, forgetting the comforter.
"Hi." Her voice was soft and almost seemed to purr at him.
"I was just about to leave." Eriol began to rise from his spot on the bed when a paled hand snaked out and grasped the ends of his jacket.
"No. Don't." She still didn't completely open her eyes to look at him. Instead she drew him back into his seat.
He watched her for a moment, aware of the fact that she was watching him rather intently and very aware of the hands that slid up the panels of his tuxedo jacket. Suddenly her hands clutched at his collar and he was instantly pulled down on top of her, their lips meeting in a fiery kiss.
Eriol braced and arm on each side of her head, holding himself up while letting his head drop closer to hers, deepening their kiss. He forgot all rational thought as her tongue ran across his lips and lapped in his mouth in the most intoxicating way, his own tongue responded greedily.
Tomoyo's arms wrapped around his neck, beckoning him to draw closer. He complied, his body pressing against hers, feeling every labored rise and fall of her chest as she was excited further. She threw back her neck as he showered hot kisses down her throat continuing on to the curves of her breasts. His warm breath was so inviting, and Tomoyo could no longer find the reasons why this couldn't happen.
In an effort to feel more of him, Tomoyo allowed her hands to roam his body, helping him escape from the confines of his coat. As she rubbed here and there, one of her hands found its way to his inner thigh and she slowly worked her way up it until she came to graze her present for the night.
At her touch, Eriol immediately pulled away, completely backing away from her and the bed. Her hand on his crotch had been a clear indication of what they were just about to do and he had to stop it. All rational thought came flooding back to him.
Tomoyo looked at him with confusion. "What are you doing?"
"This isn't right." Eriol shook his head and retrieved his jacket from the floor.
"Just what isn't 'right' about it?" Tomoyo sat up and reached for his wrist, but Eriol avoided her grasp.
"Well for one, you are drunk and I'm not exactly the most sober person either. I don't want us doing something we are going to regret."
"Who says we will regret it?" Tomoyo leaned back on her elbows, extending her legs out in an inviting pose.
Eriol shook his head, "I just don't think this is the right way. I mean, this whole situation reads one night stand to me. And you are not a one night stand Tomoyo."
"Shows what you know." Tomoyo mumbled under her breath.
"What?" Eriol turned at the sound of her voice, but hadn't quite caught her words.
Tomoyo blushed for a moment and shook her head. "Nothing." She rose from her spot on the bed, stumbling a bit, landing in Eriol's arms. He supported her until she found her center of balance. She placed her hands on the front of his jacket, smoothing out the fabric. "Look, it won't be like that. I think its been pretty clear that this is something we both want and we are both adults." She raised her gaze to his soft azure eyes. "I'm telling you Eriol, it's okay."
She touched a sole finger to his chin, guiding his face to hers and touch his lips with a gentle kiss. Her other hand slid around his back and held him firmly into her. He kissed her back for a moment, his soft lips lingering on hers before he pulled back. "Not like this."
Eriol managed to pry himself for her hold. He continually shook his head. "It shouldn't be like this. I don't want it to happen this way." His stare was fixed to the floor as he backed away. He hadn't noticed that Tomoyo's once soft violet eyes had narrowed and darkened.
With her hands tightly balled into fist at her sides, she let out a growl of frustration. "Well Eriol, this happens to be the only way it will happen. I am Tomoyo Daidouji, I don't give second chances. When I offer something, I offer it once. This is a now or never deal."
Eriol looked up at her comment and met her fiery glare. "Deal? A deal Tomoyo? Would you listen to yourself? This isn't a business Tomoyo. You aren't selling me something. This isn't you." His words came out harsh and he instantly regretted the comparing her to a common hooker. He saw that the words had stirred something in her and her eyes changed again. He shook his head once more, his expression apologetic. "I think maybe we are both just a little more drunk than we thought and don't know what we are saying."
"Stop saying that!" Tomoyo suddenly screamed, shocking him with her volume. "I am not drunk! I have the tolerance of a Irish man okay? I know exactly what I am doing and I meant what I said. This is a deal Eriol, your body for my body. And don't tell me this isn't me. Don't tell me I'm not a one night stand. Don't tell me I am not a commodity. That's exactly what I am! You think you have been seeing me for who I really am? This is who I really am!!" She stepped forward and grabbed him by the arm. She forcefully pushed him down on the bed before getting on it herself and straddling his lap.
"Intoxicated or no, there is only one goal here Eriol. No matter what you say, you won't convince me different." Eriol squirmed a bit, trying to get out from under her, not wanting to use force. "Stop pretending Eriol. Let's be honest. I know what men want and don't you claim to be different. You want the same thing that all men want from me. I knew what you wanted the very first time you set your eyes on me at Syaoron's party." Tomoyo tossed her fallen strands of hair to one side and reached behind her. With a swift tug, the ties of her halter came undone and the front of her dress fell to her waist, leaving her chest bare.
Eriol tried averting his eyes from the pale orbs present before him. This all felt wrong. This wasn't the Tomoyo he knew. She wasn't in this woman.
An sadistic smirk played on Tomoyo's lips. She took his chin in his hand and returned his gaze to her body. "Sex is Sex Eriol. In the end its what you want from me. So what does it matter how you get it?" She pulled his chin toward her as she lower her lips on his again, this time more forcefully and with more conviction.
She smiled against him as she felt his hands cup her cheeks then slide down her neck, past her shoulders, grazing past each side of her exposed breasts. Unexpectedly his hands were on her waist and she was suddenly on her back. Eriol's warmth had left her body and he was now standing, towering over her, his face written in disappointment. "This is definitely wrong."
His voice was like ice and sent shivers down Tomoyo's spine. She searched his azure eyes, but they avoided her gaze as he began to exit the room.
The sight of his back to her sent rage flooding through Tomoyo's veins once more. "I meant what I said Eriol!" She shouted at him. "This is a now or never deal! Walk away now; don't ever come back. There are no second chances with me!"
Eriol only shook his head in disappointment and left the room without ever turning back to look at her.
TBC
A/N: Crap, don't shoot me. Ahhh, duck Hey! That one came really close.