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CardCaptor Sakura: Sakura and the Birthday Present
For those only familiar with the English dub:
Sakura Kinomoto=Sakura Avalon
Tomoyo=Madison
Shaoran=Lee
Touya=Tory
Yukito=Julian
Rika=Rita
Naoko=Nikki
Chihara=Chelsea
Yamazaki=Zachary
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Tomoyo finished arranging the flowers in the classroom. She
turned and surveyed the room. Everything was perfect for the start of
class. The girl glanced at the clock and noted that it would probably
be another fifteen minutes until anyone else was due in. She smiled to
herself and headed for her seat. This was the price of industriousness.
Sitting at her desk, the young girl began to study the sheet music
for choir practice. This new song was giving her some trouble and
Tomoyo wanted to get it just right. She began going over the song in
her head, since it wouldn't do to practice out loud anywhere but the
music room.
But her thoughts began to drift.
It would be her fourteenth birthday in two days. Even if, by some
miracle, Tomoyo wasn't aware of that fact, she'd just have to look over
to the person who regularly sat in the seat next to her to realize it.
Sakura had been a veritable buzz of very secretive behavior for the past
two weeks, not that it was any great secret. Her friend was planning
her gift to Tomoyo
The mere thought of Sakura's herculean efforts on her behalf
brought a smile to the young dark-haired girl. With Sakura, you
couldn't help knowing you were her friend. She never let you forget it.
Tomoyo already knew she'd love whatever Sakura bought her or made for
her, because it was from her. That meant it was guaranteed to be from
the heart. Tomoyo thought of the expectant look she'd see on Sakura's
face, all the girl's hopes pinned on whether she liked that one gift,
that single gesture of affection. It brought a deeper smile to her face.
Knowing Sakura cared was just as important as the gift itself.
If only Sakura could give her what she really wanted, though.
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"Flying?" Tomoyo gasped.
"Sure," Sakura smiled, her wide-eyed, energetic expression
exciting Tomoyo. "It's lots of fun. You'll love it! And I guarantee
you'll be safe!"
"I didn't doubt that, Sakura-chan," Tomoyo smiled coyly. "I just
don't want you to strain yourself. Are you sure you can lift someone as
heavy as me?"
"You're not that heavy," Sakura smiled. "And I've gotten very
good at flying! Really I have! My wings are very strong now!"
"Only if you're sure," Tomoyo said.
Sakura nodded and summoned the Star Wand. She produced the Sakura
Card seemingly from nowhere, such was her magic, and tossed it in the
air.
"FLY!" she commanded as she struck the card with the wand. A set
of pristine white wings grew from her back.
Sakura came up behind Tomoyo and snaked her arms around the girl's
ribs. Tomoyo tried to keep herself from shuddering. She didn't want to
betray the thrill of feeling Sakura's arms around her or the proximity
of the girl's body to hers. It might scare her friend off. And why did
Sakura have to be dressed in cut-off shorts and a thin knit tank top?
Tomoyo swallowed nervously, trying to enjoy every moment of it without
letting on how much she was enjoying it.
"Relax," chuckled Sakura. "Don't worry. I've got you."
"You've always had me," thought Tomoyo. "And you always will."
The great wings pushed and Tomoyo found herself up in the air.
Once free from the ground, Sakura's wings effortlessly sent them up into
the sky. Tomoyo felt her breath catch in her throat. The view was
dizzying. The ground seemed to whirl around beneath her as she and
Sakura spun up into the sky. Tomoyo clutched onto Sakura's arms as her
legs dangled beneath them.
"I'm not too heavy, am I?" Tomoyo asked. She felt Sakura's lips
nuzzle her ear.
"You're light as a feather," Sakura whispered and Tomoyo felt a
charge skitter down her spine to her hips.
The pair soared out over the neighborhood. The rush of wind made
her heart beat faster, though not as much as Sakura's touch did.
Sakura's wings beat faster and they picked up speed. The topography
rushed past them below. Sakura would dodge in and out, arcing over
trees and dipping below power lines with the skill and speed of an
eagle. It was a little scary, but tremendously exhilarating.
Dipping past King Penguin, Sakura and Tomoyo soared up into the
air. It was like gravity had no effect on them. The pair rose up over
the city until they seemed to touch the clouds themselves. When the
flight peaked, Sakura just hung there, her front molded to Tomoyo's
back. For herself, Tomoyo closed her eyes. The air around them was
cold, but Sakura's embrace was warm and protective. She wanted more
than anything to turn around and kiss her, but she didn't dare move.
Instead, Tomoyo focused on the feel of Sakura's arms around her chest,
Sakura's chin resting on her shoulder and the warm feeling that was
generating below her waist.
Gently allowing gravity to retake them, Sakura glided back down to
Earth in a spiral pattern with Tomoyo in tow. The rushing air whipped
across their faces and through their hair so fast it was almost hard to
breathe. Tomoyo was barely conscious of it. Her focus was solely on
her friend. The balcony to her bedroom came into view. Sakura angled
for it and landed ever so softly. Tomoyo expelled a deep breath. Her
whole body was wrung out from excitement.
"Sakura-chan," she gasped. "That was wonderful! It was a
fantastic birthday present!"
"That wasn't your present," Sakura said, smiling knowingly as her
wings disappeared. She took Tomoyo by the hand and led her into the
bedroom. "I still have to give you your present."
Suddenly there wasn't enough air for Tomoyo to breathe. She
willed herself calm and allowed herself to be led into the room. The
last soft light of dusk was coloring the furnishings. Sakura led her to
the center of the room and released her hand.
"Now close your eyes," Sakura said. Tomoyo gave her an indulgent
smirk and complied. "Now this may take a few minutes. Please be
patient with me. And don't peek!"
"I promise, Sakura-chan," Tomoyo replied.
She heard Sakura scamper out of the room. Time passed. Tomoyo
could hear her friend doing something downstairs, but couldn't figure
out what, due to the superior construction of the mansion. It puzzled
her and she was tempted to peek, but stayed true to her promise.
Minutes began to pile up on each other and Tomoyo began to grow
concerned. What was Sakura planning? How elaborate could it be? Or
had she suddenly lost her nerve and fled?
"All right, Tomoyo-chan," Sakura said finally. "You can open your
eyes now."
Tomoyo complied. Her breath caught. Standing before her in the
dim light of dusk was her friend Sakura. She was completely, utterly,
beautifully naked, save for a shiny blue ribbon tied in a bow around her
throat. Her hands were clasped modestly before her and she gazed at her
friend with earnest, hopeful eyes.
"Happy birthday, Tomoyo-chan," Sakura said. "I figured - - well,
that it's time I gave you what you've always wanted."
"But," Tomoyo whispered, barely audible, "Sakura-chan. What if
Mother saw . . .?"
"I used the Sleep Card," Sakura smiled gently. "No one will
disturb us." A card appeared from nowhere, as did her Star Wand. It
floated up into the air and the wand struck it. "Song!" called Sakura.
The sprite of the Song Card appeared and for a moment Tomoyo
tensed. She still remembered the time it had stolen her voice. But the
sprite smiled and nodded to her, silently reassuring Tomoyo it meant no
harm.
"Something soft and romantic, please," requested Sakura. The Song
Card sprite bowed reverently to its mistress, then clasped its hands
before its chest. A melody emerged from the tiny mouth, a soft whisper
of a song that was barely noticeable and at the same time relaxing.
Tomoyo closed her eyes for a moment to take in the beauty of the song
and noticed the arousing effect it had on her. She opened her eyes
again and saw Sakura looking directly at her.
Tomoyo didn't move. She didn't breathe. She just stared at her
friend, the object of her desire for so very, very long, scarcely able
to believe it. She was suddenly terrified that she would make an
aggressive move toward her friend before Sakura had a chance to say she
was joking and ruin everything.
So Sakura moved for her. The girl, her brown bangs dangling
across her wide pool eyes, softly padded up to her friend. She gently
put her hands on Tomoyo's shoulders, leaned in, and touched lips to her.
Tomoyo's eyes shut and she focused her entire essence onto her lips.
Sakura's mouth was soft and warm. Her lips began to press with more
passion and Tomoyo responded. She felt their breath mingle. She felt
their hearts mingle.
Gently Sakura eased away and Tomoyo let her eyes inch open. She
looked at her friend - - her present - - and saw Sakura gazing back with
that timid unease she always had, like she was certain Tomoyo was
disappointed. How utterly cute Tomoyo always thought that look was.
She smiled and Sakura seemed reassured.
"I don't think you're going to need these for a while," Sakura
whispered.
Her hands began playing with the buttons on Tomoyo's white blouse.
She'd fiddle with one until it came off, then drop down to the one
below. She had them undone all the way down to the waistband of
Tomoyo's navy skirt. Playfully she stuck her hand inside the blouse and
began lightly running her hand up and down Tomoyo's front. Her fingers
wafted from Tomoyo's navel to the top of her sternum and the girl didn't
know whether to giggle or moan. It was a teasing sensation, light
enough to be pleasant, but not quite enough to satisfy.
The hands reached up and under the blouse, easing it away from
Tomoyo's soft shoulders. Sakura glided behind her as she did, guiding
the blouse down her friend's arms and off. She planted a kiss directly
between Tomoyo's shoulder blades and the dark-haired girl shivered with
delight. She'd only recently linked the sensations of "feel good" and
"sexual pleasure" in her mind and realized she was already growing quite
excited. She wanted to turn on Sakura and begin exploring her friend's
body, to give Sakura the pleasure Sakura was giving her. But Sakura
gently yet forcefully held her in place and wagged her finger.
Smothering a smile, Tomoyo gave herself over to her "present".
She felt Sakura reach around her waist from behind. As dainty
hands closed on the waistband of Tomoyo's skirt, she felt Sakura's front
press into her back again. Sakura's timid young peaks caressed Tomoyo's
bare shoulder blades and the girl suppressed a sigh. Tomoyo let her head
loll back onto Sakura's shoulder as the girl eased the skirt down.
As the skirt fell to the floor, leaving Tomoyo clad only in white
panties with little yellow flowers printed on them, Sakura began to sway
back and forth like a palm tree in the breeze. With Sakura's arms
around her waist, Tomoyo felt encouraged to follow and for a time the
pair simply danced back to front to Song's exotic melody wafting through
the dimly lit dusk. Sakura leaned her head on Tomoyo's shoulder; Tomoyo
still had claim to Sakura's.
"Happy, Tomoyo-chan?" Sakura whispered in her ear.
"Ever so happy, Sakura-chan," sighed Tomoyo. "Thank you so very
much."
"The best is yet to come," Sakura told her.
As they danced, Sakura's hand gently massaged up and down along
Tomoyo's belly. She began kissing along her friend's neck and shoulder.
Tomoyo again felt something building within her. It was not very
familiar, something she'd achieved only once in experimenting with
herself, but it was a sensation she seemed to know intuitively that
she'd like.
She felt Sakura hook thumbs into the waistband of her panties.
They slid down along Tomoyo's hips and the feel of the cotton running
along the skin, revealing it to the world, was delightful. There was a
gentle breeze from the balcony and it passed along her bare skin with a
playful tickle. Sakura and Tomoyo swayed a few more times as the
panties dropped to the floor, then they stopped. Sakura guided Tomoyo
around until they were face to face. In the background, Song continued
to gently serenade them. It was too dark to see what was in her eyes,
but Tomoyo saw her friend - - her lover's - - lips lean in again and
followed suit. Their mouths met again, and their arms wrapped around
each other's torso to make sure it lasted.
As they kissed, Tomoyo felt herself guided toward the bed by
Sakura. She was very easily led. It was hazy in her mind, too, because
she was concentrating on how good Sakura's kisses tasted. A misstep
sent them both tumbling into the bed amid startled squeals from both
girls. As they bounced onto the mattress, the squeals turned to fits of
giggles.
"Oh, we're not very nimble, are we?" grinned Tomoyo.
"I don't know," Sakura chuckled. "We ended up where we were going
and it was a pretty soft landing."
Tomoyo gazed deep into Sakura's eyes.
"I love you, Sakura-chan," she whispered, her hand caressing
Sakura's cheek.
"I know, Tomoyo-chan," Sakura said. She leaned in and their
mouths locked again.
Tomoyo arched her body to her love, compelled to feel as much of
Sakura on as much of her as she could manage. Sakura's lips parted from
hers and began kissing the girl's throat. A whimper escaped Tomoyo, a
signal of what was still building within her. A hand, small and dainty,
drifted down and began caressing the bud on Tomoyo's chest. It was a
sensitive place she had just recently discovered herself and to feel
Sakura's soft hand touching it and rubbing it made it even more
pleasurable. She brought her hands to rest atop Sakura's mop of brown
hair and felt the head working its way down her chest to the bud. Her
breath shuddered out as a wet tongue passed over it.
So lost in this pleasure, Tomoyo didn't notice a hand creeping
down. When it slid unchallenged between the girl's legs, Tomoyo's
breath caught.
"Oh!" she gasped. "Oh, Sakura-chan!"
Undaunted, Sakura's hand began caressing the sensitive strip while
her tongue lapped at Tomoyo's tiny pink n****e. Driven by a primitive
new sensation that could only be lust, Tomoyo gripped Sakura's head
tighter, hugging the girl to her. Sakura didn't seem to mind. She
playfully continued to lick and rub, rub and lick until Tomoyo was
squirming and gasping out timid little cries.
Though she'd never been surfing, Tomoyo had seen films. The image
suddenly popped in her mind. Her spirit seemed to ride a crest for the
longest time, then the wave crashed and engulfed her. When it subsided,
she was laying on the bed, panting. Sakura had her chin on her arms and
her arms on Tomoyo's chest. She looked up at her friend with a tender
smile of accomplishment.
"Something tells me you enjoyed your present," Sakura jested.
"I did," Tomoyo beamed, nearly moved to tears. "I wish it could
be like this forever."
"Who says it can't?" Sakura asked, snuggling up against Tomoyo
until they were arm in arm and face to face. "You don't rent a birthday
present. It's yours to keep."
"Sakura-chan?" gasped Tomoyo. "Do you mean . . .?"
"This isn't the place to take a nap," Sakura said.
Tomoyo looked at her, puzzled.
"Tomoyo-chan?" Sakura asked.
And reality lurched back into focus. Tomoyo was in her classroom,
in her chair, staring off into space. She refocused and saw Sakura
bending over her, looking quite concerned. Shaoran was in the desk
behind them, giving them both a wary eye.
"Are you all right?" Sakura asked.
"I'm sorry, Sakura-chan," Tomoyo said with an embarrassed grin.
"I guess I got lost in thought for a few minutes. What were you
saying?"
"Well all I said was 'hello'," Sakura said. She pulled a
gift-wrapped box from her backpack. "Happy birthday, Tomoyo-chan! I
hope you like it."
"If you got it, I'm sure I'll like it," Tomoyo said, opening the
box.
"You always say that. Tomoyo-chan, I want you to be honest.
Don't say you like it unless you really do. I want to give you
something you'll really like and I can't do that if you keep telling me
everything I do or say or get you is 'cute and wonderful'."
Tomoyo grinned sheepishly. "I guess I do that a lot, don't I?
But just because your present may not be what I've always dreamed of,
that doesn't mean I won't like it. I know you might not be able to get
me my dream present because - - well, because it's not within your means
to do so."
"Well, maybe if I hadn't spent my allowance on those cream sodas,"
Sakura said with a guilty look.
"But that doesn't mean I won't like what you do give me. And if
you give it to me, that makes it special."
"Oh, you're hopeless," Sakura fumed, although she really wasn't
mad.
Tomoyo opened the box. Inside was a pair of plush dolls. One was
adorned with a handmade outfit that resembled one of Tomoyo's favorite
outfits. The doll had long black hair and bangs, and a very cute
angelic face. In her right hand, the doll held a little box painted to
look like a camcorder. Holding its other hand was the other plush doll.
It wore a handmade outfit that resembled the 'cat-girl' uniform Sakura
had worn to capture the Thunder Card. She had brown hair cut to
Sakura's style and held a little replica of the Cardcaptor wand. Tomoyo
stared.
"The dolls were kits, but I made the clothes myself. At least now
we'll always be together," Sakura said hopefully, "even if we're not
always together in the future."
A tear dribbled down Tomoyo's cheek. It was deflected from its
course by the widening grin on her face.
"Sakura-chan," Tomoyo mumbled, her voice choked with emotion,
"it's wonderful."
Sakura gave her a skeptical look.
"I really mean it," chuckled Tomoyo. "If you couldn't get me what
I always wanted, this is the next best thing."
The girls hugged affectionately. Rika, Naoko and Chihara turned
and smiled. Even Shaoran had to admit it made him feel a little warm
and fuzzy.
Just a little.
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