Inspired by an original CCSakura fiction by Clayton Overstreet (“A Dance To Remember”) ------------------------------------------------------------ Thursday, December 26th, 2002 Sakura/Tomoyo’s Bedroom. The words didn’t seem to want to come out, but Tomoyo had to say them. "My night visions--- were of that day.“ Tomoyo whispers, looking Sakura in the eye. “But the worst ones--- was when I dreamed you came to my rescue--- and father raped you in my place.“ “R-r-really?“ she asked, to which Tomoyo nodded her head. “You would throw yourself at him, trying to attack him instead of use magic and he’d bat you away. Then--- oh goddess--- as he’d undress me you’d tackle me and--- present yourself to him.“ “W-why?“ “Because it’s my fear. I feared if you were there--- you’d have done something noble to spare me--- even if it meant letting father---“ Sakura nodded, her body feeling numb even in Tomoyo’s grasp. She wanted to turn away, but kept staring straight ahead. "I wish I could have--- to spare you---“ She was cut off when Tomoyo put her hand on Sakura's mouth. "Don't say it. It hurts just to think of you, so noble and brave, holding my eyes tight even as he’s--- savaging you--- and crying out “Don’t cry! Don’t cry! I love you! I love you! Don’t cry!“... I'm not sorry what happened to father. And, if he had hurt you--- I would have killed him myself." Tomoyo whispered the last part, bringing a shocked look to Sakura‘s face. Suddenly, her face brightened a little. "But I’m also sad for losing him. I wanted with all my heart to save him--- from himself perhaps, but I didn‘t want him to die alone. I shouldn’t have run. I was afraid he’d take me again--- but if it meant he’d be alive today, and maybe on a path to redemption, I would have let him have me as many times as I had to --- just if only so he wouldn’t have died such a lonely death. I could have... I don't know why I had to tell you, especially because it hurts you so. But I should have done something to make you feel better." Sakura shook her head. "No--- I needed to hear it. I loved every minute we had. You have always been my best friend, and my beloved." Sakura looked at her with sad eyes. "I won’t let anyone hurt our daughter. I won’t let it happen to her.“ Tomoyo, wide eyed, suddenly let out a laugh which utterly confused the heck out of Sakura. "It's not like your going to harm our precious, Sakura!” “Pwhee?” “You’re her father, remember?” Tomoyo chided her gently, tapping her on the forehead. “Not directly at least, but you are her father. And I’m her mother. I don't even know how we’ll explain it all when the time comes." Sakura looks at Tomoyo curiously. “Explain?” “The birds and the bees. Sex.“ (Sakura looked confused) “I didn’t tell her much. She knows about--- well, about the rubbing, and the licking part but--- real REAL sex is still not in her grasp. We still have to give her the “talk” about it---“ (pauses abit to think before she says her next words) “How did your father explain about the birds and the bees?” Sakura blushed and smiled. "Well..." Tomoyo smiled in turn, hugging Sakura. "Don't worry, I won't get mad. I just want to know." Sakura looked at her, her face turning entirely red before she finally whispers "You taught me.“ Tomoyo looked at her with her genuine shock before she recovers, then smiles. "So I was your first and your teacher to boot in lovemaking? I hope I didn't gross you out or anything when we first made love. It was just you were there so close to me and..." Sakura smiled. "I didn’t mind. You didn’t gross me out, Tomoyo-chan." She blushed again and mumbled, "In fact it was like you whisk me off to heaven everytime we make love.” Sakura looked up at her and smiled. "It was a bit of a turn on in fact." With that it was like a weight was lifted from Tomoyo’s shoulders. "Well you make me feel the same when you make love to me, so we’re even I suppose." She looked directly into Sakura's eyes and winked. Sakura blushed, then remembered that this was Tomoyo and at any second something could happen. Sakura, however, beat Tomoyo to the punch this time as she leaned closer to her as she closed her eyes and puckered her lips slightly. She felt Tomoyo's warm breath on her lip and stopped, half an inch away from her. Then, as she let her anticipate for a few seconds, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against Tomoyo's. Tomoyo let out a small moan and pushed back. Sakura felt something move against her mouth and realized it was her tongue. Then she opened her mouth and felt it slide in. Sakura let out a slight moan, and her hands held Tomoyo tightly. “I love you Sakura." Sakura put her arms around Tomoyo, holding her tight. "I love you too, Tomo-chan" They talked until the sun began to set and it was time to make dinner. Tonight Sakura cooked for Tomoyo and did her best job, after which the two retired and watched TV for awhile before crawling back into bed and turning to each other. They would fall asleep soon, in each other’s arms--- but not now as they reached out and drew each other together for another kiss before they made love. Later, she sang the song again, Figure Eight, with Sakura her attentive audience. Figure Eight, as double four. Figure Four, as half of eight. If you skate, you would be great, if you could make--- a Figure Eight. That’s a circle that turns ‘round upon itself. 1x8 is 2x4, 4x4 is 2x8. If you skate upon thin ice, you’d be wise if you thought twice--- before you make another single move. As she sings the equations, Sakura takes note--- she was still not that great on her mathematics as she wanted to be. PE she was good at, math was a whole different story. Tomoyo finished the equations part and rounded to the finish. Figure Eight, as double four. Figure Four, as half of eight. If you skate, you would be great, if you could make--- a Figure Eight. That’s a circle that turns ‘round upon itself--- Tomoyo reaches out and traces a sideways circle on Sakura’s chest. Place it on it’s side and it’s a symbol meaning--- infinity. The two kiss again and hold each other tight. ------- Friday, December 27th, 2002 Sakura hefted her backpack as she and Tomoyo walked hand in hand away from the Daidouji Estates. Today, in their opinion, was a good day. The sun was up, it was abit cool but warm enough for a picnic, and the snow was just deep enough for a snowball fight after lunch. They stopped when they heard someone call their names. Turning around they saw Rena Daisuki and her companion Trinity walk up. Sakura smiled and waved, "Hi, what's up?" The two stopped and looked at them for a second, then Rena asked, "Are you two alright? I heard about the fall Tomoyo took last Sunday--- she’s OK, right?“ Sakura smiled and looked at Tomoyo, the two exchanging nods and positive signs. "She’s fine. She’s fine. We've been working some things out, but it‘s nothing we can‘t handle together." At that Rena and Trinity smiled and made varying sounds of acknowledgement. Trinity smiled at them, "So you two are going for a picky-nicky, huh?" Sakura and Tomoyo looked at her slightly surprised. "You... you mean you knew?" Tomoyo asked. Rena rolled her eyes and tapped the basket with a free hand, “Either that or somebody’s grandmother is about to be eaten by a large slobbering Galerian. Methinks’ it’s just a “picky-nicky” like Trinity said though. Right?” (Rena changes the subject) “How is Nina, anyway? Did Amazon-dot-com girl actually say yes to her umpteenth marriage proposal or are they not speaking to each other anymore?” "Well---” Sakura blushes, face turning bright red at the thought, “I think the only people who don't know that they’re marrying is---“ “Me?“ “---and maybe Meilin and Xai but that‘s only because they don‘t seem to care.” Tomoyo threw in just in case Rena wanted to know. “We were all actually wondering when those two were going to get together, but nobody in the house wanted to say anything in case we were wrong." Tomoyo finished, giggling. “Don’t blame you.“ Rena agreed, nodding her head at Tomoyo’s remark, “Nina can be awfully frightening when she’s in a bad mood. Best not to irk her when it looks like her mood is going fast south. Keiko told me that she heard you two walked in on them making love once---“ Sakura and Madison were blushing bright red, the memory of the incident so emblazoned in memory that it made them turn cherry red everytime they even came near to thinking of it. "Don't sweat it, you two have nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s a little difficult to get used to Eliza being who she is, Amazonian and all. I mean, you know what I mean! Right?" The other girls all nodded in agreement and made similar comforting remarks, mostly to not think of Eliza in bed. Sakura and Tomoyo both smile at them, "Thanks guys…” Sakura says first, “We were a little nervous about it. I mean--- it was an accident and all but--- how would you react?" “Badly.“ Rena sighed. “Walking in on the sight of Nina lying beneath Eliza and--- well, it’s not something I foster in terms of an actual thought to have now, I assure you.“ After a while the foursome broke apart and began heading in different directions. As they walked to New King Penguin Park, the two were quiet for a while. Then Sakura looked over at Tomoyo. "That was... awkward. Thinking about Nina and Eliza." Tomoyo nods her head. "Imagine how they feel talking about us---“ (stops as she realized she said something bad) “I mean I’m sure Nina doesn’t talk about us as much as Adri says she does, and I’m sure she had no idea that--- I'm sorry---" Sakura smiles and shakes her head, realizing she must have had an angry look on her face. "Don't be sorry. Nina’s had it out for me ever since she showed up. At least Rena, who used to hate me, is coming around to being rather nice" Tomoyo thinks about that for a second before replying, “Only when it’s not work and she’s not stressed out.” As they enter the park, Tomoyo leans against Sakura's shoulder. "I guess it could have been worse." She smiled and looked at Sakura's face. "We might have walked in and the two might have tried to lure us into bed." Sakura shudders and goes into complete shock in front of Tomoyo before blurting out “Don’t say that!!“ Tomoyo smirks at her reaction, "I don't know. They were both looking rather cozy together and you know how inspired I was with you for the weeks after we saw that.“ “Don't worry about it, Tomoyo-chan." Sakura points out, relenting to Tomoyo‘s thoughts on the subject. “If we ever need “inspiration” again I guess we can peek in on them--- if it doesn’t do more harm than good that is.” When they arrived at the huge King Penguin slide, where they were going to picnic, they spotted Misho NamoCatCat (in a huff) who was sitting on the highest point of the slide. Misho didn’t even notice they were below, she simply sat there and pouted, her tail whipping about in a mad frenzy as she fumed silently. Clearly she wasn’t in a good mood, and neither of them wanted to disturb her. However, at that moment as they were about to retreat, she looked down at them and huffed her breath. "What are you two up to?" Sakura smiled at her. "We're just going to--- ahhh---“ (thinks of how Trinity put it for a second) “We’re going to “picky-nicky” here and then go build a snowfort. Want to hang out with us for abit?" Misho nods her head miserably and slides off the top of King Penguin to join them. As she nimbly hit’s the ground, her tail still swinging fiercely, she passes them and sits down on a nice bench near the slide and motions for them to join her. "Alright, you were right and I was wrong, happy Tomoyo? They were going to make me move the dance to Sunday, just as you thought." Tomoyo nodded her head as Misho passed her by, "Well at least they didn’t make you pay extra for it." To which Misho looked at her with a rather grim expression on her face. "No, not yet anyway. I'm actually wondering if they did it just to charge me extra for the space I’m renting for the dance. Damn Convention Center is so full of jackals and hyenas!” Misho began fuming, her fists balling up as she did, “I wonder if it’s even worth it to tell the Edenina Better Business Bureau about this!!" Tomoyo passes some food to Misho (she brought enough for four people) as they begin to eat. "I think if you just let things play out with the Convention Center people it’ll all turn out for the best soon enough." She playfully kissed Sakura's cheek, then started to eat her lunch as Sakura began on the food Tomoyo set before her. Misho suddenly whips out a calculator and starts on it. "The logistics of it is right on mind you, but what they’re charging me is like they’re double billing me for stuff I already paid for. Here, want to look---“ “Oh I hate math!" Sakura explodes, to which Tomoyo offers to take the calculator herself. "Well in that case I’ll get it over with fast alright?" Sakura sighed and Tomoyo began crunching the numbers Misho had written down earlier. A few minutes later she gives the notes back with a few handwritten notes of her own. "I’ll be damned---“ Misho whistles in admiration as she looks at the papers. “She balanced it AND pointed the errors out in less than five minutes! That’s some math skill you have.“ "It’s a little thing for someone who runs her own animation studio. Do you want anything else to eat?" Misho shook her head no and picked up all the notes, putting them back into a pouch she had slung over her shoulder. After a minute, she reached into her pouch and took out the flier for the dance. It was modified to show the new date on it. “I already e-mailed everyone whose going to tell them the change, and had this special delivered to the rest. You two were last on my list and I was going to drop it off---” She jumps when she feels someone tap her on the shoulder. Misho spins about and finds Captain Lazarus smiling down at her. "You OK, Misho? That was quite a jump--- sorry if I spooked you. My bad.” "Yeah, no problem--- only shaved 2 years off my lifespan but I have 700 or so years so I’m good to go, so to speak. What can I do for you today, Mr. Captain-man.” Jack sits down next to her, giving Tomoyo & Sakura a healthy greeting (which they return) before taking out a data pad and showing it to her. "If I wanted this job done as soon as possible, can it be done?" Misho looked it over, at first casually then with an increasing degree of seriousness. Finally she nods her head, and carefully pushes the pad back into Jack’s hand. "Consider it done." Jack taps Misho on the shoulder and thanks her, “Hey, no problem Mr. Captain-man. See you around.“ Suddenly, a thought came to Misho. “Do you two have your dresses?” "No problem.” Tomoyo answers, “I just finished Sakura’s dress last night." At that, a memory flashes into Sakura’s head ----- Sakura’s Flashback Wednesday (Christmas Night) Christmas was over, and the celebrating winding down--- but for Tomoyo, work is never done--- especially when it involves Sakura. As Sakura’s prodding, Tomoyo shakes her head, "Don't worry about it. I think I have the perfect idea for a dress for you. I‘ll have it done in two days." Sakura held up her hand. "Don't worry about me! You need a dress for the dance!" At that Tomoyo’s smile broadens considerably as she nods her head. "Alright. I'll remember Sakura. Don‘t worry!" They both kissed and hugged. "This is going to be perfect. My best design yet!" Tomoyo whispers in Sakura's ear. Sakura smiled and whispers back. "I can‘t wait." Tomoyo presses closer, running her hand down Sakura's back. Sakura smiled and kissed the nape of Tomoyo's neck. She gasps slightly and closes her eyes. Sakura starts kissing Tomoyo’s collar bone when she feels Tomoyo's hand squeeze her butt and--- ----- “EEP!“ Tomoyo quickly opens her eyes and looked at Sakura. "Oh I'm sorry. Are you alright Sakura?" Sakura nods her head vigorously. "I'm fine, you just startled me is all. In fact I'm feeling a little bit better than fine." “I’m not.” Misho remarks blandly, standing up. “I have better things to do than watch you two making out.” (she walks off) “At least go inside of King Penguin and use the little control device Nina put in for a privacy shield! I heard she sometimes does it with Eliza in there---” (Misho makes a sound like she was about to hack up a furball) “Whatever.” ------ Meanwhile Alliance Command Center - Citadel City It was about nearly a day behind of Tokyo, but time still marched on. The huge screens of the “pit” area showed the ever widening rift in “Elsespace”, and the clock counted down the minutes and hours before the estimated “emergence” of the Dyson Sphere from “Otherspace” was to take place. Everyone knew of “Elsespace” (the limitless void of “nothing” that was, in fact, the underlying “layer” of real space (in reality), but very few people knew of “Otherspace”. Otherspace, for a lack of a better term, was the layers between dimensions. It acted like a buffer between each overlapping reality and it’s subsequent “Elsespace” layer where it’s “dream” and “nightmare” realities were layered. While Elsespace was easy enough to explain, a white “void” which buffered reality from the subtle layer of “non-reality” beneath, Otherspace was something much harder to explain. Consider it the “alley” between the two outer walls surrounding properties. Each property within the wall would be, for the sake of the example, a “dimension”. The “path” between the “dimensions” (the buffer zone) would then represent “Otherspace”. Hence, it is conceivable, that something could travel “through” Otherspace (as someone would travel through that path between walled properties. And, if the example is carried one step further, something could “sit” in “Otherspace” while attempting to “access” one of these “properties” (dimensions) which is what was happening right now. The Dyson Sphere in question no doubt was sitting snugly between the two “properties” (in Otherspace) while the rift was opening into Elsespace. That, in a nutshell, comprised up the many papers sitting in front of Admiral Nobringa at this moment. A lot of discussion and debate about WHERE the Dyson Sphere was, but not HOW it was there, or the more important question of WHY. For all the importance the files were when given to her, they didn’t seem to important now after much reflection on their contents. In fact, they seemed rather useless. Suddenly she felt someone’s presence over her shoulder and she sighed. “Doing the Dominion’s work? Don’t you have your own command center to sit in and people to bother with?” “But that wouldn’t be nearly as fun as dropping in on my little sister’s new lover.” Captain Kaichi Thrawles responded. He was a rather tall and dignified looking gentlemen, sporting the crimson red uniforms of the Dominion Republica, he was an imposing figure yet he also had this gentleness to him which made people feel at ease around him. As he sat down, Rei’chal shoves the paperwork in front of herself to him. “Here, knock yourself out why dontcha’.” As he pours over the notes, and someone from above brings him a coffee (and her a soda), he remarks on the notations. “It’s pretty much the same stuff we’re getting from our Mars base only with more details of the opening rate because of your closeness to it.” “Gee, that makes me feel loads better for handing Alliance information over to you.” Nobringa scoffed as she took a draw of her drink, “Care to toss a bone my way?” “Thought you’d never ask.” he smiled, pulling a data rod out and spinning it her way as he spoke, “We tried sending a probe in while yours sat about monitoring from a distance. It was destroyed as it entered “Otherspace”.” “So we noted when there was a bright flash and little bits of probe came back out the opening. Anything new to that?” “Play the rod and find out.” he remarked, pointing at the rod in her hand. As she did this he looked around the room, “Where’s Kismet?” “She’s shopping for dinner tonight. There was no real need for her to hang around here all day, and I didn’t feel like eating the Commissary food tonight so I’m taking my chances with home cooking.” “Whose? Yours or her’s?” “Does she have any home cooking you can tell me about?” “Touche’.” he relented with a smirk, “She was a born replicator addict it seems.” “So I noticed--- here we go, I’m putting it up on the main screen.” As the two turned, the biggest screen at the top of the “pit” lit up. It showed a grainy video of the rift growing wider and wider as the source of the images (a Dominion Probe) moved closer to it. As it passed through the rift’s opening and began to enter Otherspace it began to pick up images. The surface seemed a bright metallic silver, with what seemed to be large bulges in the surface. As the probe moved closer there was activity on the screen, streaks of light dancing across the image to which Nobringa said “Lightning?” “No. Watch---” As the image grew clearer, and the mounds began to show more clearly, there was a flash of light and then nothing. Silence reigned for a few seconds before Captain Thrawles spoke again. “That, our techs theorize, was an energy build up for a defense cannon.” “The mounds?” “Perhaps. Or perhaps the mounds are cannon placements. We didn’t get enough data to make sure, but there is one thing we did get, a partial reading of the surface’s make-up--- here.” (he pushes a few buttons and brings a new screen up, bringing everyone’s attention to the new data) “The surface is made up of--- what the---” (looks at notes) “Looks like the computer said “Modified Tritanium” and somebody wrote below it--- “Quadrinanium?”” “It’s an experimental new metal.” Thrawles pointed out, “Both our sides have been tinkering with it. The theory is that a basic sheet of Tritanium can be made 500% stronger by “crushing” the atoms together of the sheets until they were solidly packed together tightly, forming a hard unbreakable surface.” “But that never worked because the atoms wouldn’t hold at such a tightened impacted state without coming apart. I’ve seen test footage of this from during the Great War of whole ships shattering from the stress of trying to create “Quadrinanium”. It can’t physically be done, it’s a pipe dream.” “So what is that?” Nobringa looks up at the screen, “It only says “Modified Tritanium”. So?” “So the sensors aren’t made to look for something that the computers think is a “pipe dream”, remember?” (a few seconds pass before realization hits) “So it would mark it as something it knows, in this case “Modified”---” “Tritanium. I see, I see.” she concluded. “So is this really “Quadrinanium”? The only way we’ll really know is to grab a sample, and good luck doing that since the last “emissary” we sent was blown away before it got close enough for a souvenir.” “And it wouldn’t be easy to simply burn a piece off if it is Quadrinanium.” “So---” (Nobringa turns towards Thrawles with a serious expression, “Got any ideas because I’m all burned out of good ideas at the moment.” ----- Meanwhile, back at the Daidouji Estates Kero stuck his head out of the kitchen just then. "Hey, can I have some more?" Sakura sighed and nodded. "Alright, but this is it until dinner alright?" Kero, with Cloud in tow, marched into the kitchen and she grabbed some cookies and poured the two some chocolate milk. As they sat down to eat, Sakura watched them and smiled. The two were hitting it off rather nicely for a pair who did nothing but argue about who was beating who at video games. Maybe what Mirra said about them having “feelings” for each other really was true--- just maybe. Or maybe they were just refueling for another grudge match of video games. Either way, as long as they were at peace now that was all that mattered. Cloud ate two fisted, a cookie in each hand as she bit from alternating hands, drank (from her straw) and chewed (repeat). Kero was more a nibble chew munch and then drink kind of being, he didn’t take on both cookies at once. It was then that Umi walked in and spied the two. “So how is the hopeless lovebirds anyway?” Kero scowled, “Is that anyway to speak of Sakura?” “I didn’t mean Mistress, I meant you and Cloud.” Umi shot back, causing Kero to fume and glow bright red from the comment. “---none of your business---” ------ Sunday, December 28th, 2002 With now only hours left before the year end dance, Sakura was nervous. Tomoyo had worked for two days straight on the dress, and Sakura worried that she was overworking herself so soon after the incident on the ice. But, as Sonomi pointed out, Tomoyo worked best under pressure. She worked diligently on their dresses until at last Saturday rolled about and they were done. Sakura didn’t have much to do on Saturday, or Sunday for that matter, but feed Kero and Cloud. They didn‘t mind the extra food while Sakura was in her nervous mode, and Kero did everything he could to avoid Sakura‘s pointed questions. She knew that Kero helped Tomoyo with the dress making this time out and he knew exactly what the dress way, but Tomoyo had strictly forbidden Sakura to look at it early. In fact, she took so much precautions that she “borrowed” (with Nina’s help) two huge containment cylinders from the set of Pink Panties (the title Nina worked on normally as a fictional) to store the completed dresses until it was time for the dance. Still, the strongly locked and secured cylinders didn’t keep Sakura from pondering all day as to their contents. All day Sunday left Sakura imagining the contents of the cylinder with her name on it (printed in bright neon letters on the display screen of the cylinder’s lock mechanism) which sat in their bedroom. As for the contents of the cylinders? She asked Tomoyo for even the slightest hint before bed on Saturday night, and even promises of extra cuddles did nothing to dissuade Tomoyo from keeping the dresses a secret. "Believe me, it suits you." Finally, on the last day, Sakura had just had to take her word for it. It was better than pushing her luck with Tomoyo’s patience anyway. Before getting the datakey Nina left with her (half anyway, which Sakura had finally managed to “talk” the accompanying second half out of Nina by bothering her all day until she finally threw the key at Sakura in a fit and stormed off in a huff), and locking the two pieces together to open the cylinder. Before she did that, however, she checked on the Clow cards and told them what was going on. She had found that, if she didn't report her day to them, they would float out of the book and circle her head until she did. Finally the cards were totally informed (both Original cards and FanCreated cards) and they went back into the book. As Sakura went to her cylinder, she felt abit nervous about opening it up. Sakura clicked the keycard into the slot where Nina indicated it had to go, and pushed it in hard to trigger the lock to open. As she slowly peered through the cylinder door just a bit, she saw the dress and gasped. It was the most beautiful thing Tomoyo had even made for her. Reaching into the cylinder she drew the dress out and laid it on the bed. The material was bright gold (a soft flowing material that Tomoyo had bought from the town in the Gold Isle near the Grimmlands (the dream continent created by the dreams of the Brothers’ Grimm) while on their school fieldtrip. Though, to be more precise, it is more accurate to say that several merchants in town snuck into the school’s camp ground to see Tomoyo with their wares having heard she, a daughter of a major Japanese business woman, was visiting their island). The dress wascut low in the front and back, but obviously not showing too much of Sakura’s maturing breasts. Long sleeves ended in attached golden finger covers for her ring and middle fingers. The bottom half was in three layers, with a silver edge running along the hems of the entire dress. Running her fingers across it Sakura was amazed at how soft it felt, and remembered that the material was the same type used in Judgment and Alliance Officer uniforms (Keiko told her about the cloth once when Tomoyo first bought the gold and silver materials during that trip along with a few other things). She also noticed that there were matching shoes in the box and some gold elfin silk stockings and a silver hair band. "Tomoyo, you think of everything." She smiled and set everything out on the bed with the dress. Sakura couldn't wait to put it on, but realized that first she'd need to shower. Tossing her clothes on the floor she ran to the bath room. Starting the shower she waited a few seconds until it was warm then jumped in. As the water ran down her body Sakura scrubbed herself clean from head to toe, amazed how quickly the water warmed (faster than back at her old home). Then, as she started to rinse off, her eyes were drawn to the toilet. The memory of that night she had seen Tomoyo in the bathroom--- And then the thoughts of her father---- came back into her mind. Unconsciously her hand slid between her legs and traced slow circles through the small tuft of pubic hair she had. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as her hand slid just a bit lower... then she shook her head and stopped. There’d be time enough for that in Tomoyo’s arms, she had to get ready. Just the thought of it made her shiver in a combination of anticipation and uncertainty. Turning off the shower Sakura stepped out and grabbed a towel, making sure to dry everything as well as she could. Then she put on the soft underclothes she got from Eliza (Alliance Officers got to wear the softest stuff!) and stood in front of the mirror. She couldn't do much with her short hair, not like the styles Tomoyo-chan could pull off, but she promised to try something special anyway. Reaching for the hair drier and comb she got to work, utilizing a few tricks Adri (the medical officer friend of Nina’s) taught her on the times they talked together. When she finished she had managed to make her hair look a little lighter than usual and had slipped on the silver hair band Madison had left for her. At last she felt like it was time to put on the dress.
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