Disclaimer: AU. Cardcaptor Sakura and all its glory rightfully belong to CLAMP. Standard copyright applies.
This Time Around Prologue: Morning has BrokenTomoyo awoke with an aching head, not knowing where on earth the headache had come from. It took her a moment to get her bearings straight and when she did, she felt like a big, iron ram had knocked the wind out of her. She was not at home, and to make matters worst, she did not know where she was. Period. Her eyes hurt like the very devil himself, her mouth was dry and her body ached.
Her very naked body she realized.
Her lilac shaded eyes grew as wide as two moons and slowly she lifted the blanket covering here and looked down to her chest and lower. Her head shot up again and she quickly clutched the blanket to her chest, her eyes impossibly bigger than before. There was not a stitch of clothing was on her. No underwear no nothing. She placed a hand on the hair on her head and realized how very tangled it was. Her mouth formed into a silent "Oh…" when she heard a slight movement next to her. Tomoyo cringed and squeezed her eyes shut.
"Oh Dear God, please let this be some excruciatingly sweet nightmare that I can wake up from. Please, please, please."
She pinched her arm until it turned bright, bright red, and she only let go until she was sure she would draw blood if she did not release her flesh. Summoning whatever scrap of courage was left within her she turned her head to where the movement was made. She felt her jaw hit the mattress. Next to her, covered by a thin blanket from the waste down could have been the Greek beauty, Adonis himself. His hair, as dark as Chinese ink, was ruffled and messed from the previous night's…activities. His face was rugged, solid, with high angled cheeks and the night's growth shadowing his jaw. His nose was straight and just at the right height. His eyelashes, which could easily be the envy of any woman, fanned his cheeks as he slept. His hands, one by his ear and the other across his chest, were strong and large, yet possessing an unknown grace. His full lips were pulled into a content half smile…egad she did not even want to think about those lips and her eyes automatically began to wander elsewhere.
Big mistake.
Her cheeks suddenly began to flame with warmth. She found herself gawking at his chest. His rock hard chest and well chiselled abdomen. Her gaze continued to wander down the form and she saw his muscular legs, moulded by the blanket. The great Michelangelo could have sculpted his perfect form himself if the sleeping, almost flawless and extremely male form next to her wasn't human and was made of marble. At that moment, Tomoyo wished that she could turn into marble, or better yet, a pillar of salt so that the wind that came through the window could blow her away silently and far from here. Far, far away from here. She turned away quickly when she found that her gaze was beginning to wander from his feet to his knees up his thigh... A voice of warning suddenly intruded into her cloudy mind telling her that she was not, under any circumstance suppose to be here this early, undressed and next to a buck naked sleeping man.
What on God's good earth are you doing watching him sleep?? Get the hell out of here!!
At this point Tomoyo had gone from rosy to pale to bright red, and her joints functioned like contraptions that had not been oiled in centuries. Slowly, she got out of bed and spotted her coat and clothes on a chair.
Funny, they were neatly folded. Odd.
She grabbed them, not even pausing to put her pants on, just the jacket that reached to her knees. The quietly turned the door knob and thought her heart was going to burst when she heard the door squeak rather loudly amounting to another movement coming from the bed. Tomoyo closed her eyes and began to pray even though she knew that whatever foolishness she had gotten herself into, it was something that the heavens could not save her from. She knew, she would never live this down. Ever. She held her breath a little while longer, waiting to see if sleeping beauty would make another move. When she heard nothing, she opened the door a bit wider and almost wept with joy when it creaked no more. She was inches away from freedom. Despite her hurry, she closed the door behind her, not taking a glance back. She ran like a madwoman for the door, grabbing her shoes on the way out, not even thinking to put them on. Again, she quietly shut the door. Looking around the hallway, she saw no one save the black cat that slept on the windowsill at the end of the hallway. She opened the grand door in the entrance hall and took a cautious look back and exited as quietly as possible. The black cat on the windowsill opened it's turquoise eyes as the main door closed silently. He looked out the window, meowed and went back to sleep, not a care in the world.
The sun hit her as she stepped outside. It was warm and welcoming, but she did not notice that. Tomoyo paused a moment to put on her shoes and she began to speed walk the next seven blocks until she reached the building which had the room where she should woken up, fully clothed in her pyjamas and alone. She was tired from the long walk, but she did not care. Fumbling with her keys, she opened the main door and rejecting the stairs this time, for her tired legs protested immensely, decided to take the elevator to her apartment. Opening the door to her home, she was welcomed with more sunlight streaming through her patio door and her window, the white theme that dominated her home made it all the brighter. Tomoyo, however, did not notice the cheeriness of her place, instead she closed the door behind her, absently locking it and sliding down against it, her head leaning back against it, and her legs sprawled about before her. Then it all sank in and Tomoyo wanted to fall off of the face of the earth right there and then. She drew up one knee to her chest and rested her elbow there while her hand covered her eyes.
"You have so done it now." She silently berated herself. "Lord," she continued, "feel free to condemn me as you please. I have done the stupidest, dumbest, most idiotic thing in the world." Then, out loud, in a quiet voice she said to herself.
"I slept with Eriol Hiiragizawa."
And saying the words out loud, in the open, only made it all the more real to her. She groaned out loud and slid to the floor on her side. In the fetus position she stayed wishing that some typhoon would hit, that it would hail fire, that an earthquake would start. Tomoyo Daidouji lost her pride, her dignity and her virginity in one night. In time, the first two could be reclaimed, the last, however was lost forever. Realizing this, Tomoyo wished again that the floor would open up and swallow her whole. Her headache did not cease and she felt extremely exhausted, so she did the only thing she could do. She remained there on the floor and fell asleep, hoping that she would wake up from this heavily twisted, extremely warped dream and that everything would be back to normal once she woke up.
*tsuzuku
A/N: oh my dear goodness, I'm in so dire need of sleep, but noooo the pixies in my head keep giving me ideas, and now look what else has come up!! Sleep beckons!