rlm@0: Author’s note: Hello! ^-^ This is another Tomoyo & Sakura story
rlm@0: (like a good deal of my fanfics) and it has some dark issues that it
rlm@0: deals with. It isn’t exactly a lemon, but it does have some
rlm@0: suggestive moments between two women. I don’t own these characters
rlm@0: though I’d do almost anything to own Tomoyo-chan. ^-^ But then I’d
rlm@0: have to own Sakura, too, just so she wouldn’t get lonely. ^-^;;
rlm@0: Anyway, this fanfic comes from a discussion G.P. and I were having
rlm@0: about the possibilities of Sakura’s vast powers after her life
rlm@0: started to break down with her marriage to Syaoran and the consequent
rlm@0: loss of Tomoyo as a major force in her life. The original idea was
rlm@0: much darker, but the characters had their own idea where this story
rlm@0: was going. ^-^;; I really hope you enjoy it. ^-^ I always love
rlm@0: feedback, so if you have a chance when you’re done with the story, I
rlm@0: would love to hear from you. ^-^
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Don’t Close Your Eyes
rlm@0: by Amazoness Duo
rlm@0: amazonessduo@hotmail.com
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: 	What was the start of all this? When had things started taking a
rlm@0: turn for the worse? Sakura wasn’t quite sure anymore as she looked
rlm@0: back on things. She had a difficult time remembering the last time
rlm@0: she was truly happy. The wedding? The honeymoon? Sometime afterwards?
rlm@0: The marriage had been dreamlike at first, the novelty of being a
rlm@0: married couple making it all the more amazing. It had seemed
rlm@0: wonderful. She could finally be with the man she loved always. But
rlm@0: things hadn’t worked out quite the way she had planned. She had a
rlm@0: hard time connecting with Syaoran. He had a difficult time with his
rlm@0: own emotions. Her emotions seemed like a complete mystery to him,
rlm@0: like another language. He saw her overemotional behavior often as a
rlm@0: sign of weakness and couldn’t understand her pain. Nor could he truly
rlm@0: take part in her joy. And so her heart had languished. 
rlm@0: 	If that had been the only thing, it might have been bearable. But
rlm@0: as time went by, things became worse. Syaoran had always been a
rlm@0: jealous person. And now that she was his bride, his possession, he
rlm@0: was even worse about it, even to her friends and family. She was
rlm@0: confused and hurt with how he treated them. She found that she could
rlm@0: not come to him with her misery of being away from them and alone in
rlm@0: Hong Kong. The only one she could really talk to about it was Tomoyo,
rlm@0: and unfortunately she had heard less and less from the dark haired
rlm@0: beauty as time went by until she stopped hearing from her altogether
rlm@0: several months before. 
rlm@0: 	The phone call from Sonomi had startled her out of a peaceful
rlm@0: sleep. At first she thought it was a phone call from Tomoyo but
rlm@0: Sonomi’s pain wracked voice quickly shook that thought. She had never
rlm@0: heard someone hurt that badly before as Sonomi tried to speak on the
rlm@0: phone. A cold chill had run through Sakura’s body as she waited. It
rlm@0: had to be about Tomoyo. There was nothing else it could be. And deep
rlm@0: in her heart, she already knew what the phone call was about. Tomoyo
rlm@0: had killed herself. Sonomi had found her in her little apartment with
rlm@0: her wrists slashed. Her broken best friend had bled to death on her
rlm@0: floor, all alone in the middle of the night. The simple suicide note
rlm@0: left by Tomoyo was just like her, sweet and kind with hidden pain
rlm@0: behind it. Apparently, she hadn’t intended for Sakura to ever find
rlm@0: out about her suicide, mentioning in the letter how she had faded
rlm@0: from Sakura’s life and that now she could leave without worrying
rlm@0: about making the brunette sad. Sonomi had other ideas instead of
rlm@0: keeping it from Sakura. Sakura had curled up and cried for what felt
rlm@0: like an eternity.
rlm@0: 	Tomoyo’s death had shattered Sakura’s heart into thousands of
rlm@0: splinters, all lodged painfully in her soul. Syaoran could not mend
rlm@0: her heart after that point. She was too far gone, living every day in
rlm@0: an emotional agony. She was fairly sure that he didn’t love her
rlm@0: anymore. He rarely spent time with her now and the luster of their
rlm@0: early marriage was gone. And she had finally come to the realization
rlm@0: that she hadn’t loved him in the first place. He was important to
rlm@0: her, to be sure, but she had never fallen in love with him. Everyone
rlm@0: had pushed her into a relationship with him. And she had gone along
rlm@0: with it, believing that they all knew her heart better than she
rlm@0: could. And she had been wrong. 
rlm@0: 	Pulling up her staff, Sakura closed her emerald green eyes. She
rlm@0: didn’t know when things had started going wrong, but she didn’t care
rlm@0: by this point. She was the most powerful magician in the world. With
rlm@0: all of her magic, fixing things should be easy enough. There was a
rlm@0: slight quiver in her heart of fear, but she pushed it away. It was
rlm@0: too painful to keep living on this way. Tomoyo, Syaoran, her family,
rlm@0: it had all slipped away from her. Clutching the staff tighter, she
rlm@0: began to focus all of her magic. “I’m going to put all of this
rlm@0: right,” she whispered. As she finished chanting, the world around her
rlm@0: began to grow fuzzy, distorted. Colors began to bleed together,
rlm@0: reality swirling around her. Faces and images, smells and sounds
rlm@0: tormented Sakura as the world around her twisted and pulled. Her own
rlm@0: body began following suit, her hand dropping the staff as her fingers
rlm@0: began to dissipate in a swirl of light. It felt like she was being
rlm@0: pulled apart, piece by piece. A shrill scream shattered the world
rlm@0: around her and everything went dark. 
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: 	Some time later, Sakura woke up with a pounding headache. It was
rlm@0: still pitch black, but it was now deathly silent. What had happened?
rlm@0: Nothing was coming to mind. Everything was distant, like it had all
rlm@0: been a dream that was quickly fading away. Perhaps that was all it
rlm@0: had been. A horrible nightmare brought on by the stress of Tomoyo’s
rlm@0: death and her own weakening relationship with her husband. A sad sigh
rlm@0: escaped her lips as she shifted in bed. Good. She was home in bed. It
rlm@0: had all been a bad dream after all. She could feel warm arms around
rlm@0: her, naked skin against her own as they lay haphazardly under the
rlm@0: sheets. She snuggled closer, holding on tightly herself. “Syaoran...”
rlm@0: she whispered. She desperately wanted comfort right now, but at least
rlm@0: she knew he was there, even if he was asleep. She buried her face
rlm@0: against his shoulder and got a face full of long hair. It smelt of
rlm@0: lilacs. That was strange. She couldn’t remember that scent before.
rlm@0: Nor did she remember Syaoran’s hair being quite so long. Now that she
rlm@0: thought about it, the body that was pressed firmly against her didn’t
rlm@0: feel much like Syaoran’s either. Her bare leg moved up along the
rlm@0: other figure’s long bare leg as Sakura’s confusion grew to a breaking
rlm@0: point in her head. The body felt much softer, much more curvy than
rlm@0: her husband’s. It also seemed smaller. Her leg finally stopped
rlm@0: between the other figure’s legs. This wasn’t her husband at all. This
rlm@0: was a woman. 
rlm@0: 	Sakura nearly fell out of bed after slipping away from the sleeping
rlm@0: figure. What was going on here? How had she woken up naked in bed
rlm@0: with another woman? None of this was making any sense. The person in
rlm@0: bed should be her husband. If it had all just been a bad dream then
rlm@0: she should have woken up to find herself at home in bed with him.
rlm@0: Unless... It hadn’t been a nightmare at all, had it? Then her magic
rlm@0: must have gone freakishly wrong to have her end up here. Noticing a
rlm@0: discarded nightie on the floor, Sakura snagged it and quickly pulled
rlm@0: it over her head. She dimly realized that it fit perfectly, as it if
rlm@0: were her own even though she had never seen the garment before. 
rlm@0: 	Standing up silently in the dark room, Sakura waited for her eyes
rlm@0: to adjust. The room she was in definitely wasn’t the one she shared
rlm@0: with her husband. It looked elegantly decorated and beautifully done.
rlm@0: Whoever had made up the room had done so with great care. There were
rlm@0: long ethereal curtains around the bed that Sakura had slipped out of,
rlm@0: obscuring the woman within. She was lying on her back, her long dark
rlm@0: hair spread around her head on the pillow she was using. The sheet
rlm@0: had been pulled mostly off of her from Sakura’s quick escape from the
rlm@0: bed. She was obviously a very beautiful woman around Sakura’s age. 
rlm@0: But that still didn’t explain why they were sharing a bed. Especially
rlm@0: in such an intimate way. Sakura’s cheeks flushed crimson as she
rlm@0: covered herself with her arms self-consciously. What had her magic
rlm@0: done? 
rlm@0: 	The woman on the bed stirred in her sleep, startling Sakura nearly
rlm@0: to death before going back to her contented slumber. The Cardmistress
rlm@0: let out a weary sigh of relief. Her curiosity began gnawing at her
rlm@0: again. She had to know who the woman was and what was going on.
rlm@0: Leaning forward, her fingers grasped onto the thin fabric of the bed
rlm@0: curtains. Pulling them aside, Sakura squinted in the darkness, trying
rlm@0: to make out the familiar face of the sleeping woman. Realization hit
rlm@0: her with a sudden ferocity. “Tomoyo-chan!” she exclaimed in shock.
rlm@0: The last she had seen of her was at the funeral. Her knees went weak
rlm@0: at the sight, the body of her best friend stirring again after her
rlm@0: sudden outburst. How could it be? Tomoyo was dead. She had seen her.
rlm@0: There was no way... But she had used her magic to fix things. Had she
rlm@0: saved Tomoyo? 
rlm@0: 	Yawning tiredly, the dark haired woman in question blinked up at
rlm@0: the brunette who was leaning over her. A sleepy smile crossed her
rlm@0: lips as she propped herself up on one elbow. She seemed unabashed
rlm@0: about her nudity in front of Sakura. “Sakura’s up early. Did Bara-
rlm@0: chan wake you up again? I still don’t know which of us she likes to
rlm@0: wake up more often.” 
rlm@0: 	Sakura could do nothing but stare at the dark haired woman in front
rlm@0: of her. This was all too much too quickly for her to understand.
rlm@0: Tomoyo was back. And she was here for some reason. Or Sakura was
rlm@0: there. One or the other. Had she called her Sakura and not Sakura-
rlm@0: chan? She’d never heard that before. She barely heard what Tomoyo
rlm@0: said. She only nodded weakly. Tomoyo’s hand reached out, stroking
rlm@0: Sakura’s cheek lovingly. Sakura felt a dark blush creeping up on her
rlm@0: cheeks as Tomoyo leaned up and kissed her. It was long and sweet, the
rlm@0: pale woman taking her time to savor the kiss. It was very slow yet
rlm@0: passionate, beginning to send a warm feeling through Sakura’s whole
rlm@0: body. Wide eyed, she slumped back to her knees when the kiss finally
rlm@0: finished, now even more confused than ever at what had happened. 
rlm@0: 	A giggle came from Tomoyo as she watched the bewildered woman on
rlm@0: the floor near her. Sakura was always so cute, even when she was
rlm@0: tired. “You should get back to sleep, Sakura. We have a big day
rlm@0: tomorrow. If Bara-chan comes back in, I’ll take care of her,
rlm@0: darling.” Taking Sakura by the hand gently, she pulled her back onto
rlm@0: the bed next to her, snuggling close once more. She rested her head
rlm@0: on Sakura’s chest, her long dark hair spilling across Sakura like a
rlm@0: blanket.  
rlm@0: 	Sitting in shock, Sakura could do nothing but stare at the girl
rlm@0: lying against her. Just what had she done with her magic? Things had
rlm@0: changed quite a bit. And why had Tomoyo kissed her? Just what was
rlm@0: going on? Sakura blushed deeply in the darkness, trying to sort past
rlm@0: the knotted feelings inside of her. Tomoyo was back. That was the
rlm@0: important thing. This time around she hadn’t killed herself. She was
rlm@0: alive. And happy. Sakura wrapped her arms around Tomoyo protectively,
rlm@0: prompting Tomoyo to snuggle closer. Sakura yawned, closing her eyes.
rlm@0: After all of the stress and sudden shock, she passed out quickly. 
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: 	“Mama?” a tiny voice meandered through Sakura’s head. It sounded
rlm@0: distant, miles away. But it slowly became closer, more insistent. She
rlm@0: felt a tug on her nightgown from small hands. “Mama?” 
rlm@0: 	Blinking tiredly, Sakura sat up in bed. Closing her jade eyes, she
rlm@0: stretched, yawning. Last night sure had been... “Mama?” a small voice
rlm@0: interrupted her thoughts, irrefutably nearby. Sakura’s eyes shot open
rlm@0: suddenly. It hadn’t been a dream. Again. She was really here. With
rlm@0: Tomoyo. And... “Bara-chan?” she asked curiously. The little girl
rlm@0: smiled, happy to have her attention. Just who was the young lady? Was
rlm@0: she Sakura’s daughter? Or Tomoyo’s? She and Syaoran had discussed
rlm@0: children on occasion, but it had never happened. Was this Tomoyo’s
rlm@0: daughter then? She had Tomoyo’s stormy blue eyes with dark brown hair
rlm@0: down to her shoulders. “Mama, can you put these ribbons in my hair?”
rlm@0: she asked sweetly, holding out a handful of green ribbons to Sakura.
rlm@0: Sakura just stared at her for a minute, slowly taking the ribbons.
rlm@0: Who’s daughter was she, then? This whole thing wasn’t making any
rlm@0: sense. She decided to be more careful the next time she decided to
rlm@0: use her magic to fix everything. 
rlm@0: 	A gentle giggle came from the other side of the room, drawing
rlm@0: Sakura’s attention. Tomoyo was already dressed in a business outfit,
rlm@0: her hair done up beautifully in braids. “You’re finally awake,
rlm@0: Sakura. You must have been tired last night. I would have woken you
rlm@0: up earlier, but I couldn’t bring myself to. You look so pretty when
rlm@0: you sleep.” Looking back in the mirror as she finished adjusting her
rlm@0: outfit, Tomoyo sighed dreamily. 
rlm@0: 	Sakura just sat in bed, clutching the sheets against her body. Her
rlm@0: emerald eyes darted from the girl in front of her to Tomoyo and back.
rlm@0: The little girl was still watching her patiently, her little hand
rlm@0: holding the ribbons out to the dazed woman. Sakura found herself
rlm@0: slowly reaching out for them, not quite aware of what she was doing.
rlm@0: This pleased the younger girl who eagerly gave up the little fabric
rlm@0: strips. The ribbons hung heavily in Sakura’s hand, practically
rlm@0: demanding her full attentions. They were so much safer than
rlm@0: contemplating what was going on. Beautiful lavender ribbons. They
rlm@0: brought back memories of braiding Tomoyo’s hair, her fingers lost in
rlm@0: Tomoyo’s lavender tresses. She didn’t notice the curious look that
rlm@0: Bara was giving her, nostalgia replacing her confusion for the time
rlm@0: being. The last she had seen of Tomoyo was at the funeral. It had
rlm@0: been the single most painful event in her life. Nothing could have
rlm@0: possibly prepared her for it. She still woke up crying at night, but
rlm@0: there was no comfort in waking up. The nightmare had been very real.
rlm@0: But this time, it was only a nightmare. Tomoyo was alive and well.
rlm@0: She had the same bright, gorgeous smile that Sakura remembered her
rlm@0: wearing so beautifully. She felt like she had finally been let out of
rlm@0: a sealed coffin. Poisonous thoughts that had plagued her nearly every
rlm@0: day since the dark haired woman’s suicide had left her feelings so
rlm@0: tired and weak, always on the verge of collapse. But now she couldn’t
rlm@0: even remember all of them, as if they had been nothing more than a
rlm@0: dream. And for all intents and purposes, they were. She was the only
rlm@0: one who could remember what had happened before she had fixed things.
rlm@0: She still wasn’t sure exactly what she had fixed, but she was content
rlm@0: in the knowledge that Tomoyo was still alive and well. She had needed
rlm@0: her best friend terribly over the past few months and going on
rlm@0: without her had been almost impossible. No, that wasn’t true. She had
rlm@0: needed Tomoyo for much longer than the past few months. The past few
rlm@0: years of her marriage. No, that wasn’t right either. She had needed
rlm@0: her ever since she left for Hong Kong. Ever since she left Tomoyo. 
rlm@0: 	Tilting Sakura’s chin, Tomoyo gave her a petal soft kiss, savoring
rlm@0: the wondrous feel of Sakura’s lips against her own. Even after all
rlm@0: the years they had been together, she never got tired of the simple
rlm@0: joys of living with the brunette. Her lips lingered on Sakura’s for a
rlm@0: long moment, the warmth in her heart wrapping around her like a
rlm@0: blanket. Her lithe fingers delicately stroked the bottom of Sakura’s
rlm@0: chin as she finally pulled away, smiling happily as she did. “I’m
rlm@0: going to check on breakfast. Don’t take too long, you two.” 
rlm@0: 	Sakura watched Tomoyo’s retreating form with wide eyes, her fingers
rlm@0: lightly held against her lips. She was more awake now and the shock
rlm@0: had had time to set in so she couldn’t just push it aside the way she
rlm@0: had the night before. No, that wasn’t entirely the case. She was
rlm@0: still most definitely shocked. But the idea of pushing this off was
rlm@0: impossible. She was dense, but she wasn’t blind. 
rlm@0: 	“Mama?” Bara’s voice reached out again, taking a hold of Sakura’s
rlm@0: thoughts and leading her back to the ribbons in her hand.
rlm@0: 	“Oh... Hai, let me fix these for you,” Sakura said after a moment’s
rlm@0: hesitation. Her voice came out surprisingly better than she would
rlm@0: have thought, given the circumstances. While her fingers were busy
rlm@0: with the ribbons in the little girl’s hair, her mind was still
rlm@0: focussed a minute earlier on the kiss. It had felt so natural, so
rlm@0: warm and loving. It was with some shock that she realized exactly
rlm@0: what it was. The kiss of a couple that has had quite some time to
rlm@0: grow completely comfortable with the other. Granted, Tomoyo kissed
rlm@0: rather differently from Syaoran, more gentle and slow, but the basis
rlm@0: was still there. The years were apparent in the kiss. Her shaking
rlm@0: hands settled in her lap. Her eyes slowly began to scan the room. In
rlm@0: the morning light it was much easier to see the room’s design. The
rlm@0: room was very neat, everything seeming to accentuate everything else
rlm@0: like a well designed costume. It was definitely Tomoyo’s doing. But
rlm@0: at the same time, there were tell tale signs that she shared the
rlm@0: room. Little stuffed animals at odd places, trinkets on the dresser,
rlm@0: cluttered yet organized chaos lurking around the room. And most
rlm@0: importantly, a picture of the two of them by the bedside, both in
rlm@0: wedding gowns, along with numerous other pictures of the happy
rlm@0: couple. Bara showed up in quite a few of them as well. Apparently
rlm@0: Tomoyo still did an excellent job of documenting everything for
rlm@0: posterity. And why wouldn’t she? If they were married then she had
rlm@0: even more reason to be making her memorial videos and documenting
rlm@0: Sakura’s life. Her loving and devoted wife. “Hoe...” Sakura slumped
rlm@0: back on the bed, by now too lost in thought to notice the little girl
rlm@0: mentioning that breakfast is probably ready or that she had already
rlm@0: walked out the bedroom door. Just what had she changed? She was
rlm@0: fairly certain that it was one specific thing, but how could it have
rlm@0: had such drastic affects?
rlm@0: 	“Sakura?” Tomoyo asked softly, startling Sakura from her thoughts.
rlm@0: The pale woman was standing at their bedside. She had been watching
rlm@0: the brunette for a minute or two now, but Sakura hadn’t noticed her
rlm@0: arrival. Sakura was like a book to Tomoyo. Her favorite book, of
rlm@0: course. Her feelings always came across perfectly, even when Sakura
rlm@0: didn’t quite understand them. The years they had spent together had
rlm@0: only made it easier to tell what Sakura was feeling. She could tell
rlm@0: that Sakura was having trouble with something but she wasn’t sure if
rlm@0: she should say anything yet. Sometimes offering a subtle hand made
rlm@0: much more of a difference than a strong grasp. She was there for
rlm@0: Sakura and her wife knew that. If Sakura didn’t want to say anything,
rlm@0: then that was all right. Though it usually didn’t take long before
rlm@0: Sakura told her whatever was on her mind. Sitting down next to the
rlm@0: Cardmistress, Tomoyo placed her hand atop her wife’s, squeezing
rlm@0: gently. “Are you all right?” 
rlm@0: 	Sakura couldn’t answer for a moment. All she could do was look at
rlm@0: the dark haired woman, listening to her gentle voice, transfixed by
rlm@0: her stormy blue eyes. Her free hand came up slowly of it’s own
rlm@0: volition, the tips of her fingers tracing Tomoyo’s silken skin. Her
rlm@0: fingers brushed through Tomoyo’s soft hair as they continued up along
rlm@0: her cheek. Sakura’s heart had nearly stopped in her chest. “Tomoyo-
rlm@0: chan!!” Sakura threw her arms around Tomoyo, holding onto her as
rlm@0: tightly as she could, her body shaking as she buried her head in the
rlm@0: crook of the dark haired woman’s neck. The reality of the situation
rlm@0: hadn’t quite dawned on her until that moment. Until then, she had
rlm@0: still been confused, lost in the situation presented before her. But
rlm@0: now the how and what hardly mattered to her. Now that she was
rlm@0: surrounded in Tomoyo’s presence, her soft, gentle touch, her warm
rlm@0: skin, her intoxicating scent, it was all that mattered. “You’re
rlm@0: really here... Oh, Tomoyo-chan!” Tears that Sakura thought she could
rlm@0: no longer shed spilt down her cheeks, sliding down Tomoyo’s shoulder.
rlm@0: Coherent thought was beyond her. There was merely a sea of emotions
rlm@0: and she was Alice, riding through it all in a tiny jar, tossing and
rlm@0: turning in the waves. She could feel Tomoyo’s hand lightly rubbing
rlm@0: her back, the pale woman’s soft voice whispering reassurances in her
rlm@0: ear. She cried even harder, clutching onto Tomoyo with all of her
rlm@0: strength. “I won’t let you go again, Tomoyo-chan... I won’t...” she
rlm@0: sobbed weakly. 
rlm@0: 	“I wouldn’t dream of going anywhere without you, Sakura,” Tomoyo
rlm@0: whispered comfortingly. She gently brushed Sakura’s hair from her
rlm@0: damp eyes with her free hand, still stroking Sakura’s back with the
rlm@0: other. What had started as a small concern in her mind had suddenly
rlm@0: turned into a blaring alarm. Something was definitely wrong. A
rlm@0: nightmare, perhaps? No, Sakura usually woke her up when she had
rlm@0: nightmares, wanting her to tell her it would be all right. Whatever
rlm@0: this was, it was affecting Sakura immensely. The brunette was acting
rlm@0: as if she had died. The possibility of magic was open, but aside from
rlm@0: the magician’s library she had insisted on adding to the house for
rlm@0: Sakura and the occasions that Sakura would use magic when it was just
rlm@0: the two of them, the Cardmistress hadn’t had to deal with any real
rlm@0: magical crisis for years. But now wasn’t the time to pursue it. Right
rlm@0: now she just wanted to take away Sakura’s pain. The cause could wait
rlm@0: until later. Pulling away ever so slightly, Tomoyo leaned down and
rlm@0: began to kiss away Sakura’s salty tears one at a time, her hands
rlm@0: resting on the brunette’s shoulders. Sakura could only look back at
rlm@0: her with watery jade eyes that tugged at Tomoyo’s heart. ‘Oh, Sakura-
rlm@0: chan... I’m so sorry. You should never have to look out at the world
rlm@0: with such sad eyes. I’ll do anything to make that pain go away.’
rlm@0: 	Sakura sniffled as Tomoyo kept kissing away the last of her tears.
rlm@0: Her body still shook though she had finally quit crying. She watched
rlm@0: Tomoyo the entire time, her eyes following the sweet motions and the
rlm@0: concerned yet reassuring look on the dark haired woman’s face.
rlm@0: Tomoyo’s soft lips remained on her skin for a few seconds at a time,
rlm@0: lingering on each little tear drop before miraculously whisking it
rlm@0: away and moving to the next. Each kiss soothed Sakura’s weary mind,
rlm@0: like bandages for her soul. It was nice. Warm. Loving. The tumultuous
rlm@0: sea of emotion that had risen up around her like a tsunami slowly
rlm@0: began to calm into a peaceful, serene ocean with Tomoyo at it’s
rlm@0: center. She had reached out for her, pulling her away from the
rlm@0: shipwreck she had found herself lost in. Just like Tomoyo always had.
rlm@0: Her kisses continued across Sakura’s warm cheeks, trailing the last
rlm@0: of her tears. Sakura moved her head to the side, her eyes finally
rlm@0: closing. Her lips met Tomoyo’s, Sakura’s last tear dripping past her
rlm@0: chin, forgotten. Sakura felt her whole body still as she kissed her
rlm@0: best friend. She didn’t know quite why. Tomoyo’s kisses had been
rlm@0: coursing through her bit by bit. She wanted to feel them... Needed to
rlm@0: feel them, to know that they were there. That Tomoyo was alive and
rlm@0: well. In her arms. She kissed Tomoyo softly at first, but found
rlm@0: herself eagerly complying as Tomoyo began to kiss her more
rlm@0: passionately. She couldn’t remember what was the dream anymore. She
rlm@0: only knew this moment. There was so much she wanted to tell Tomoyo
rlm@0: but had never had the chance to. And now that she was, Sakura found
rlm@0: herself in tears even thinking about all the things she wanted to
rlm@0: say. But this felt like the perfect way to get across all of the
rlm@0: nuances in her heart. Finding out that they were married had come as
rlm@0: a huge shock to Sakura. It had never crossed her mind before that
rlm@0: such a thing would have ever been possible. But now it didn’t seem to
rlm@0: matter. Her lips parted slightly and for a brief moment she felt
rlm@0: Tomoyo’s tongue dancing with her own. The rest of the ice in her
rlm@0: heart melted. It was delightfully sensuous, insanely slow. The dark
rlm@0: haired girl kept drawing out the moment, kissing Sakura with a gentle
rlm@0: intensity that shook off the painful bonds that had shackled Sakura’s
rlm@0: heart. 
rlm@0: 	Relaxing into the kiss, Tomoyo allowed herself to stop worrying
rlm@0: herself to death for the time being. Yes, this was certainly her
rlm@0: beloved Sakura. Whatever the problem was, she would help the brunette
rlm@0: with it if it reared up again. For now, she wanted to bathe her in
rlm@0: the love that filled her heart near bursting. Sakura’s kiss had been
rlm@0: hesitant at first, unsure of herself. But it had quickly grown to the
rlm@0: wonderful breathless kisses that had marked some of their most
rlm@0: treasured moments together. Sakura’s arms slowly wrapped around her
rlm@0: neck as they continued kissing. Tomoyo leaned into Sakura, enjoying
rlm@0: the warm feeling of their bodies pressed together. For the dark
rlm@0: haired woman, kissing Sakura, or just being with Sakura for that
rlm@0: matter, was like being out in a shower of Sakura petals, each one a
rlm@0: piece of her beloved’s heart raining down about her. It was the
rlm@0: purest joy, the deepest happiness. And it only fed her limitless love
rlm@0: for the woman in her arms. “I love you,” Tomoyo whispered. “With all
rlm@0: my heart.”
rlm@0: 	“I love you, too, Tomoyo-cha... Tomoyo.” Sakura smiled softly. It
rlm@0: was a small, genuine smile. Yes, that other place, that dark place
rlm@0: must have been a dream. A nightmare. It was all fading as quickly as
rlm@0: one. How could she have gotten so worked up over a bad dream like
rlm@0: that? Tomoyo was alive. Tomoyo was hers. They had a beautiful
rlm@0: daughter and a wonderful life together. There was no reason to
rlm@0: indulge in nightmares any longer. “I love you, too.”
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