All Wet
Title: All Wet
Series: Cardcaptor Sakura
Length: 800 words
Genre: Humor, Romance, Lite Porn
Pairing: Touya/Tomoyo
Summary: Tomoyo needs a little help with her shower.
Tomoyo had just stepped out of the shower and had a towel in her hand when Touya walked in, wearing coveralls and carrying a tool box.
He immediately turned his head. “Oh. Sorry. I didn‘t know anyone was in here.”
The small rectangle of terrycloth she held could cover her either above the waist or below but not both, so she chose to dry her hair with it instead. As she did so, she could tell his peripheral vision was getting quite a workout. She kept her movements slow and languid, and tossed her head a little in the process. “Can I help you?” she asked, unable to keep amusement out of her voice.
“I’m here to fix the shower.” His eyes seemed determined to slant back in her direction, then he focused them on the wall again. “I heard it’s not hot enough.”
“No, it isn’t,” she replied with accommodating sincerity. She left her hair alone and let it hang heavy and wet against her back. “I wasn’t able to finish before it turned cold on me.” That was a lie, of course, and he’d know it if he came closer. The rose scent of her body wash clung to her skin, especially in her more interesting places.
“That’s too bad. Can I take a look?”
“Please do.”
He had to face her now to approach the shower, so he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t looking at her. She grinned, feeling a flush of heat spread over her face, and she refused to move out of his way.
“But first, could you wash my back for me?” This was the part where she should turn and present her back to him, so she made a dainty little pivot, giving him a proper view of all sides. After an additional half-turn, she glanced at him over her shoulder, and batted coquettish eyelashes for good measure.
His fist gripped the handle of his tool box with such force that his knuckles turned white. “I should get to work.”
“Yes, you should.” Her smile held that perfect mix of innocence and mischief that only Tomoyo could pull off, and she offered him a rose-scented, lathered washcloth.
Not knowing what else to do, he took it.
She closed her eyes in anticipation, enjoying the tense moment between them. Finally, a careless hand shoved her thick mass of damp hair over her shoulder, and the cloth touched her back. He rubbed with circular motions, clinical and unmoved by the sight of her bare skin.
Something had to be done about this. She stretched, making a throaty murmuring sound. The cloth pressed harder but continued in circles down to the small of her back. Tingles began spreading out from those circles, ripples of pleasure, slowly building into waves that made her gasp out loud. No more coy acting or teasing on her part.
As his mouth opened against her neck, she knew he’d taken total control of their little game. The circles on her back ceased, and his hand slid around her waist, then moved lower. The washcloth made two passes over her most sensitive flesh before falling to the floor, leaving nothing between his skin and hers.
***
“You were supposed to be wearing a robe.”
Tomoyo giggled as she rolled over. “I thought it was more authentic not to.”
“Yeah, well, you threw me off,” Touya replied, letting out an exasperated groan. “I couldn’t remember a single thing I was going to say with your breasts staring at me like that.”
“I’m sorry,” she cooed, not very sorry at all. Her way had been more fun. She liked seeing him off-balance.
“I had all these great plumbing double entendres worked out and everything.”
“‘I’m here to lay some pipe’?”
“Give me credit for being more clever than that.”
She laughed again and snuggled closer beneath the sheets. “I did appreciate your dressing the part.” Even more, she’d been delighted to unzip his coveralls and discover he was wearing nothing underneath. “And the toolbox was a nice touch.”
Touya groaned again, this time with disappointment. “Aw, man, we never got to the toolbox.”
“Let me guess. Some jokes about nailing and screwing?”
“See, you’re still being too obvious,” he answered with a roll of his dark eyes. “No, I took all the tools out and replaced them with… um… some other things.”
This caught her attention, and she sat up. “Ooh, like what?”
“I’m not telling you now. You ruined it.”
“Please,” she wheedled, her fingers dancing up and down his chest. “We can still go get it.”
“No. Next time, wear the robe.”
“You know, as soon as you fall asleep, I’m going to go get it anyway.”
He pulled her back down and trapped her in his arms. “Then I better not fall asleep.”
Series: Cardcaptor Sakura
Length: 800 words
Genre: Humor, Romance, Lite Porn
Pairing: Touya/Tomoyo
Summary: Tomoyo needs a little help with her shower.
Tomoyo had just stepped out of the shower and had a towel in her hand when Touya walked in, wearing coveralls and carrying a tool box.
He immediately turned his head. “Oh. Sorry. I didn‘t know anyone was in here.”
The small rectangle of terrycloth she held could cover her either above the waist or below but not both, so she chose to dry her hair with it instead. As she did so, she could tell his peripheral vision was getting quite a workout. She kept her movements slow and languid, and tossed her head a little in the process. “Can I help you?” she asked, unable to keep amusement out of her voice.
“I’m here to fix the shower.” His eyes seemed determined to slant back in her direction, then he focused them on the wall again. “I heard it’s not hot enough.”
“No, it isn’t,” she replied with accommodating sincerity. She left her hair alone and let it hang heavy and wet against her back. “I wasn’t able to finish before it turned cold on me.” That was a lie, of course, and he’d know it if he came closer. The rose scent of her body wash clung to her skin, especially in her more interesting places.
“That’s too bad. Can I take a look?”
“Please do.”
He had to face her now to approach the shower, so he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t looking at her. She grinned, feeling a flush of heat spread over her face, and she refused to move out of his way.
“But first, could you wash my back for me?” This was the part where she should turn and present her back to him, so she made a dainty little pivot, giving him a proper view of all sides. After an additional half-turn, she glanced at him over her shoulder, and batted coquettish eyelashes for good measure.
His fist gripped the handle of his tool box with such force that his knuckles turned white. “I should get to work.”
“Yes, you should.” Her smile held that perfect mix of innocence and mischief that only Tomoyo could pull off, and she offered him a rose-scented, lathered washcloth.
Not knowing what else to do, he took it.
She closed her eyes in anticipation, enjoying the tense moment between them. Finally, a careless hand shoved her thick mass of damp hair over her shoulder, and the cloth touched her back. He rubbed with circular motions, clinical and unmoved by the sight of her bare skin.
Something had to be done about this. She stretched, making a throaty murmuring sound. The cloth pressed harder but continued in circles down to the small of her back. Tingles began spreading out from those circles, ripples of pleasure, slowly building into waves that made her gasp out loud. No more coy acting or teasing on her part.
As his mouth opened against her neck, she knew he’d taken total control of their little game. The circles on her back ceased, and his hand slid around her waist, then moved lower. The washcloth made two passes over her most sensitive flesh before falling to the floor, leaving nothing between his skin and hers.
***
“You were supposed to be wearing a robe.”
Tomoyo giggled as she rolled over. “I thought it was more authentic not to.”
“Yeah, well, you threw me off,” Touya replied, letting out an exasperated groan. “I couldn’t remember a single thing I was going to say with your breasts staring at me like that.”
“I’m sorry,” she cooed, not very sorry at all. Her way had been more fun. She liked seeing him off-balance.
“I had all these great plumbing double entendres worked out and everything.”
“‘I’m here to lay some pipe’?”
“Give me credit for being more clever than that.”
She laughed again and snuggled closer beneath the sheets. “I did appreciate your dressing the part.” Even more, she’d been delighted to unzip his coveralls and discover he was wearing nothing underneath. “And the toolbox was a nice touch.”
Touya groaned again, this time with disappointment. “Aw, man, we never got to the toolbox.”
“Let me guess. Some jokes about nailing and screwing?”
“See, you’re still being too obvious,” he answered with a roll of his dark eyes. “No, I took all the tools out and replaced them with… um… some other things.”
This caught her attention, and she sat up. “Ooh, like what?”
“I’m not telling you now. You ruined it.”
“Please,” she wheedled, her fingers dancing up and down his chest. “We can still go get it.”
“No. Next time, wear the robe.”
“You know, as soon as you fall asleep, I’m going to go get it anyway.”
He pulled her back down and trapped her in his arms. “Then I better not fall asleep.”