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3 by the Amazoness Duo
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4 amazonessduo@hotmail.com
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5
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6 “Ohayo, Sakura-chan!” Tomoyo said happily,
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7 smiling at the other girl as Sakura entered her room.
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8 “Hi, Tomoyo-chan,” Sakura said as she set her
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9 backpack and her rollerblades by Tomoyo’s bed. Sakura
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10 looked curiously at Tomoyo. The dark haired girl was setting
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11 up her video camera on a tripod. Sakura was a little nervous.
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12 She didn’t know what Tomoyo was doing, but earlier she had
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13 agreed to go along with whatever it was the dark haired girl
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14 was planning.
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15 Tomoyo was watching something while she was
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16 setting up. Sakura followed Tomoyo’s gaze. She was watching
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17 one of the tapes she’d recorded of Sakura. But this wasn’t one
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18 of the videos of her as Card Captor Sakura. It was normal
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19 Sakura on the screen, talking about her day and slowly
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20 rollerblading along. She could hear Tomoyo’s voice as well
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21 from behind the camera.
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22 Sakura sweatdropped and sat on the bed. She’d
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23 always found it strange that Tomoyo videotaped her, but
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24 Tomoyo just said that she was the most beautiful thing to
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25 watch. It was flattering, but Sakura still thought it was a little
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26 weird nonetheless. Tomoyo had been videotaping her for years
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27 now, but Sakura thought she’d never get entirely used to it.
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28 A young woman of fifteen, Tomoyo was no longer a
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29 little girl. Her long dark hair reached down past the small of
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30 her back. The elegance and grace she always had were still
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31 there in everything she did. Sakura shook herself from her
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32 thoughts when Tomoyo turned around, her long hair sweeping
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33 behind her. Her stormy blue eyes lit up at the sight of her love.
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34 Sakura had grown as well. She had filled out rather
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35 nicely over the years, turning many eyes her way. Her soft
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36 curves and her lean form granted the young woman an almost
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37 hypnotic beauty, which Tomoyo found herself getting lost in
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38 often.
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39 Tomoyo sat down beside Sakura. She laid her hand
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40 atop Sakura’s and smiled gently at her brown haired lover.
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41 “I’m really glad you could stay over tonight.”
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42 “Me too. I’m glad you’re mom let me even though
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43 she knows we’re going out and all,” Sakura said, blushing a
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44 little as she looked at Tomoyo. Tomoyo had been her best
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45 friend for the longest time, but now she was so much more
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46 to Sakura.
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47 “Yes. She was really understanding about it when
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48 I asked her,” Tomoyo said, nodding.
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49 “That’s good that she trusts us, then.” Sakura
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50 smiled. Shortly after they had started going out years ago,
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51 Sonomi had given them her blessing, apparently very happy
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52 about her daughter’s love life.
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53 “Especially since she isn’t going to be here,”
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54 Tomoyo said nervously. Her mother had seemed to understand
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55 all too well. Tomoyo could still remember the conspiratorial
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56 wink her mother had given her when she’d talked about
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57 being gone when Sakura was over. Sometimes Tomoyo
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58 thought that her mother saw them as what could have been
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59 with herself and Nadeshiko.
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60 “Oh…..” Sakura’s blush deepened. She and
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61 Tomoyo had made love for the first time about a month ago.
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62 The idea of spending the night with the other girl brought up
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63 some vivid memories. “Umm… What about your
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64 bodyguards?”
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65 “They’re still here,” Tomoyo said, smiling
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66 reassuringly. She realized Sakura was probably nervous.
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67 “Oh, that’s good,” Sakura said unconvincingly.
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68 She’d gotten to know Tomoyo’s bodyguards pretty well after
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69 she started going out with Tomoyo. It was embarrassing, but
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70 they often accompanied the two girls on some of their dates to
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71 keep an eye on Tomoyo. They were all really nice, if not a
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72 little intimidating at times.
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73 Sakura was snapped out of her thoughts by the feel of
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74 Tomoyo’s hand on her cheek. She turned to see the other girl
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75 gazing lovingly at her. “Aishiteru, Sakura-chan,” Tomoyo said
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76 happily.
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77 Sakura smiled back at her. “I love you too, Tomoyo-
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78 chan.” The two girls leaned closer. Sakura lost herself in
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79 Tomoyo’s deep, dark blue eyes. Their lips touched gently at
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80 first. Tomoyo’s usually pale cheeks were flushed as they
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81 kissed deeper. After what seemed an eternity, the two girls
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82 pulled away. Tomoyo smiled happily as she sat next to
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83 Sakura. She held the brown haired girl’s hand on her lap.
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84 “Tomoyo?”
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85 “What, Sakura-chan?” Tomoyo shook her head. She
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86 was a little dazed. She’d been thinking of many other quiet
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87 times spent with Sakura.
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88 “What exactly did you want to do? You were so
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89 excited about it when we were on the phone.” Sakura’s
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90 curiosity had been gnawing at her since she’d gotten off the
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91 phone with Tomoyo earlier. The feeling had increased when
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92 she had gotten to Tomoyo’s house.
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93 Tomoyo sat nervously. “Well, I wanted to…” The
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94 dark haired girl sighed, not knowing how to continue. “I
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95 wanted to videotape us.”
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96 Sakura blinked. “Sure. You do that all the time
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97 anyway.” She smiled, relieved that it hadn’t been anything
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98 big.
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99 “No, I mean I want to videotape us making love,”
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100 Tomoyo finally said.
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101 Sakura blushed deeply as she stared at the other girl.
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102 It was already strange for her when Tomoyo videotaped her,
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103 but this? “But.. but its such a private thing.”
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104 “So is you’re being Card Captor Sakura and I
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105 videotape that,” Tomoyo pointed out. “And I’m the only one
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106 who watches the videos, so no one else sees them.”
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107 “But why?” Sakura asked
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108 This time it was Tomoyo’s turn to blush. “I just think
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109 it would be interesting.”
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110 Sakura looked at her more intently. “Is that it?” she
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111 prodded.
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112 Tomoyo sighed. “I really love videotaping you and
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113 when I got to thinking about it, I had videos of you doing just
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114 about everything. I really wanted one of us, though. I really
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115 wanted to capture this on video. I love being able to record
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116 what you do and being able to catch a moment with you on
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117 video has been stuck in my mind for a while now.”
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118 “Like me wearing the costumes you make in bed?”
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119 Sakura asked. Tomoyo just nodded. “I don’t know, Tomoyo,”
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120 she said uneasily. Their love life certainly wasn’t boring, but
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121 Sakura was still a little shy about these things.
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122 “Please, Sakura-chan?” Tomoyo pleaded.
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123 After a moment of silence Sakura answered. “Okay,
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124 Tomoyo-chan. I’m still not so sure about this.”
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125 Tomoyo smiled happily. “Thank you, Sakura-chan.”
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126 She kissed the lighter haired girl briefly before getting up to
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127 check the video camera on its tripod.
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128 “I don’t have to wear a costume do I?” Sakura asked
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129 wearily.
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130 Tomoyo’s eyes lit up for a second as she thought
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131 about it. “That would be great, but I don’t think I have a
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132 costume ready yet.”
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133 Sakura sweatdropped. As she watched her girlfriend
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134 try to get the camera positioned correctly, she thought about
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135 all the times when they were younger when Tomoyo used to
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136 videotape her. How Tomoyo had always tried to record her
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137 adventures as Card Captor Sakura. And even when she wasn’t,
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138 the dark haired girl would often follow her around with her
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139 video camera. ‘By now,’ she thought to herself, ‘I should be
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140 used to her recording me. But then again, I never imagined I’d
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141 fall in love with her either, so maybe her filming us isn’t quite
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142 the same thing after all.’
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143 Tomoyo took one last look through the camera lens
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144 before standing up. “There. That should be it.” She hugged
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145 the other girl warmly. “Thanks again, Sakura-chan.”
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146 “Don’t mention it,” Sakura said. ‘How did I let her
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147 talk me into this?’ She asked herself.
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148 Tomoyo sat down next to Sakura on the bed. Sakura
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149 stared at her for a minute nervously. She tried not to look at
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150 the camera. That only made her feel more nervous. She knew
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151 only Tomoyo would see the video so she didn’t know why she
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152 was so worried. She tried to concentrate on Tomoyo, but the
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153 butterflies in her stomach only seemed to get worse. She
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154 waited for the dark haired girl to say something, but Tomoyo
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155 seemed content to just watch her. “What now?” Sakura finally
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156 asked.
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157 Tomoyo thought about it for a second. She got up to
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158 change the camera’s position a last time. “You could take off
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159 your clothes while I finish this,” she suggested.
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160 Sakura turned around before starting to shyly
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161 unbutton her shirt. When she finished she turned around to see
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162 Tomoyo standing behind her wearing nothing but a smile.
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163 Sakura blushed as she looked at Tomoyo’s creamy white skin.
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164 “You’re so cute, Sakura-chan,” Tomoyo smiled
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165 warmly as she crawled up next to Sakura. She started pulling
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166 Sakura’s shirt off, leaving the other girl’s bare shoulders
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167 exposed at first. She finally had Sakura’s shirt off while
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168 Sakura unzipped her skirt before sliding it off. Sakura’s blush
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169 deepened as she sat clad only in her undergarments. She felt
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170 Tomoyo’s hand on her own and turned to the other girl.
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171 Tomoyo kissed Sakura softly at first. Sakura felt her heart
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172 beating quickly as she kissed back. The kiss hit Sakura like a
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173 tidal wave. Emotions flooded her as the soft kiss grew
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174 between them. It felt as if her whole life had led up to this
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175 point. The nervousness started fading in her mind. This was
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176 right. The camera didn’t matter. Being in Tomoyo’s arms,
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177 here with her, that mattered.
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178 Sakura heard the girl she loved moan gently as she
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179 placed a hand on her bare breast. Tomoyo started unclasping
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180 Sakura’s bra as they kissed. The two finally separated, gasping
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181 for air.
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182 “Sakura-chan…” Tomoyo sighed happily. Her hand
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183 stroked Sakura’s warm, flushed cheek before drawing her
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184 closer for another kiss. The two girls embraced tightly. Sakura
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185 was surprised to feel Tomoyo’s breasts press against hers. The
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186 sensation of the other girl’s flesh against her own was
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187 invigorating. She kissed Tomoyo back passionately as she
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188 pushed her back on the bed. The camera was by now long
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189 forgotten in her mind. The room was filled with soft moans as
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190 both girls’ hands started roaming the others body. Sakura
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191 delighted at the sounds coming from Tomoyo as her hands
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192 passed over Tomoyo’s sensitive womanhood before heading
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193 back up along her stomach. Sakura’s coos counterpointed
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194 them as Tomoyo’s gently caressed Sakura’s firm breasts.
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195 Their hands continued moving, exploring the soft curves of
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196 the other. Their lips met again and again as they continued thei
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197 passionate dance.
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198 Tomoyo was in heaven. She never felt more alive
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199 than when she was with Sakura, wherever that may be. She
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200 was happy just being around the other girl. Feeling Sakura’s
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201 body against her own played havoc on her senses. The sweet
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202 smell of her short hair, the wonderful taste of her lips, the
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203 sounds she could hear from Sakura’s beautiful voice, her soft
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204 touch, and the perfect sight of the other girl looking back at
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205 her with those big green eyes.
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206 Sakura ran her hand through Tomoyo’s long, dark
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207 hair and then down along Tomoyo’s smooth back. She felt
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208 Tomoyo’s hand slide into her panties, past her light brown
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209 curls. She moaned the other girl’s name as Tomoyo started
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210 rubbing Sakura’s entrance. Sakura whimpered when Tomoyo
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211 started slowing down before heading up again. “Tomoyo….”
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212 She said breathlessly, craving the dark haired girl’s soft touch.
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213 Tomoyo’s fingers hooked Sakura’s panties and slid them
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214 down past her legs. Sakura’s now bare legs spread out in front
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215 of her. The sight of Tomoyo sitting there long hair flowing
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216 across her shoulders left Sakura breathless.
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217 Tomoyo shifted on top of Sakura and moved so her
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218 legs were on either side of the other girl’s face. She gently
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219 pushed Sakura’s legs apart and leaned down, enjoying the
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220 musky sent. Sakura shuddered as she felt Tomoyo’s warm
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221 breath against her sensitive skin. Tomoyo moved closer,
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222 gasping when she felt Sakura’s tongue flick across her nether
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223 lips. Sakura waited in anticipation for Tomoyo, still feeling the
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224 other girl’s breath against her. She moved her legs farther
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225 apart as she waited. Finally she felt Tomoyo’s finger gently
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226 tracing her entrance. She moaned at the feeling. She went back
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227 to what she’d been doing, her tongue gently moving over
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228 Tomoyo's womanhood.
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229 Tomoyo used her free hand to spread Sakura’s petals,
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230 supporting herself with the other hand. Sakura squirmed under
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231 her. She smiled as she leaned forward, tasting Sakura. It was
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232 intoxicating to her. Every little movement Sakura made
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233 reverberated through Tomoyo’s being. Every sound brought a
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234 smile to her lips.
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235 “Tomoyo…” Sakura vaguely heard herself say, lost
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236 in the moment. Her tongue pushed into Tomoyo, her passion
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237 filled mind spurring her on. The moans of the two lovers
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238 mingled in the quiet room. Sakura felt the feelings within her
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239 build as Tomoyo’s tongue stroked against her pearl. Tomoyo
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240 brushed against it again and again with her tongue before her
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241 lips closed around the tiny nub. “Tomoyo-chan… Yes,
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242 Tomoyo-chan,” Sakura moaned as Tomoyo suckled on her
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243 pearl. Sakura’s head moved back between Tomoyo’s legs, a
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244 voice in the back of her mind telling her to keep it up, that it
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245 was almost done. She tried to concentrate as the waves of heat
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246 passed through her body.
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247 Tomoyo shifted her legs as she felt Sakura’s tongue
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248 inside her again. This feeling of utter bliss encompassed her.
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249 She wouldn’t last much longer. She felt Sakura squirming
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250 under her again, moaning softly. Both girls were close to
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251 climax. Tomoyo placed a hand on Sakura’s thigh, the soft skin
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252 enticing her to continue. Sakura moaned one last time before
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253 her muscles contracted. She took a shuddering breath as she
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254 reached orgasm. Her world was set on fire for one brief
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255 moment. She closed her eyes tightly, her world dissolving
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256 around her as she floated on a hazy cloud of pleasure. She
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257 barely remembered to keep up her pace with Tomoyo, wanting
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258 the other girl to reach the little piece of heaven as well.
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259 Tomoyo arched her back as the sensations spread
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260 through her whole body. She panted, her heart racing as she
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261 neared her own climax. Her breathing quickened as every
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262 muscle in her body seemed to tense up. It was all too much for
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263 her. Sakura’s body moving beneath her, the warmth growing
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264 between her legs that the other girl tended to, the small sounds
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265 they both made, mixing together. The feelings of love and
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266 passion rushing between the two girls. It quickly built up for
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267 Tomoyo. “Sakura-chan!” She got out before she was rocked
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268 by her own orgasm. As the sudden crashing wave slowly wore
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269 off, she rolled off of Sakura and curled up beside her.
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270 “Tomoyo-chan,” Sakura whispered breathlessly. Her
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271 fingers lovingly traced the dark haired girl’s lips. She rolled on
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272 top of Tomoyo. She moved so she could see Tomoyo’s face,
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273 and look into those beautiful eyes. She kissed the other girl as
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274 she lay on top of her. What had she been so worried about to
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275 begin with? She tried to think, but nothing came to mind. She
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276 yawned as Tomoyo’s arms wrapped around her. Right now,
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277 she just wanted to lie there. She didn’t want to think or to
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278 move. Just lie there with Tomoyo.
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279 Tomoyo smiled softly and kissed Sakura’s forehead
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280 as they lay on the bed. Her long dark hair draped across her
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281 upper body. Her head gently nuzzled Sakura’s neck as they
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282 started to slip off to sleep. A soft warm glow filled the two of
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285 Sakura woke up to the sound of moaning. She
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286 blushed and sat up, looking around nervously. She saw
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287 Tomoyo and herself in the midst of their love making.
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288 Tomoyo was playing it back again from the video.
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289 “Tomoyo!” Sakura hit the other girl with a pillow.
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290 The dark haired girl laughed and leaned against Sakura.
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291 “What?”
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292 “Do you have to watch that now?” Sakura asked,
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293 blushing. It was strange seeing everything happen all over
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294 again on the screen. Her blush reddened as she watched the
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295 events unfold. She turned to Tomoyo and noticed the other girl
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296 was entranced by the video. Sakura sweatdropped. “Tomoyo-
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297 chan?”
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298 “Yes?” The dark haired girl asked after a moment.
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299 “Are you happy now?” Sakura looked down at the
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300 bed when she heard herself call Tomoyo’s name in the middle
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301 of it all.
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302 Tomoyo nodded and smiled brightly. “Thank you,
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303 Sakura-chan.”
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304 Sakura smiled a bit herself. She did love the intimate
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305 moments she spent with her love, and she did make Tomoyo
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306 happy. So maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. All’s well that ends
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307 well. Her smile grew as she looked over at Tomoyo. She saw
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308 Tomoyo looking at something behind her. She slowly craned
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309 her neck around to see what it was. One of the battle costumes
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310 Tomoyo made for her lay unused on the dark haired girl’s
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311 desk. Sakura turned quickly to see Tomoyo still looking at the
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312 costume and thinking about something. “Tomoyo-chan…”
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313 Sakura said wearily.
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314 Tomoyo smiled again and tilted her head to the side.
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315 “But Sakura-chan, I’d be the only one to see it. You would be
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316 so cute in it. And I would love to videotape that.”
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317 Sakura sighed. She knew where this was going.
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