Cardcaptor Sakura: Sonomi/Fujitaka, five changes - Confusion/Shock
Title: Cake
Author: aoife_hime
Fandom: Cardcaptor Sakura
Pairing: Fujitaka/Sonomi
Challenge: Five Changes - Confusion/Shock
Rating: G
“Did you have a good time, Tomoyo?”
“Yes, mama! Sakura-chan was wearing the dress I made for her… she looked so adorable,” Sonomi’s daughter sighed happily as she gathered her jacket and bag. “Kinomoto-sensei also made the most delicious cake. Do you think you could get Risa-san to make it at home for us?”
“I’ll go look into it,” Sonomi replied without thinking of the consequences of her actions. Tomoyo always had that effect on her; she would go to the ends of the earth to make her happy.
“Fujitaka-sensei, do you have… Fujitaka-sensei?!” Sonomi had wandered into the kitchen of the Kinomoto household only to find the man of the house balancing an ungodly tall pile of very breakable dishes in his arms.
“Oh, umm, Sonomi-kun? Could you possibly help me with these?” Sonomi immediately moved to take some of the cumbersome dishes. As she moved them safely to the counter, she felt some warm water fall onto her foot. Sure enough, the dishes hadn’t been dried particularly well.
“You know, someone could hurt themselves if you constantly spill water on your floors,” she warned in the superior tone she saved for him and annoying business partners. He didn’t rise to her bate, though, and began to wash out some of the larger bowls with a white dish towel. She waited a few moments before continuing, getting her irritation in check during that time. “You wouldn’t happen to have the recipe for the cake you made today, would you?”
“Yes, actually it’s just over… AH!” he cried as his leg slipped out from underneath him on a shiny patch of dishwater and he fell straight into the cabinets above the sink. He remained there, head against the cupboard door, groaning quietly until Sonomi finally snapped out of her shocked trance.
“Are you alright?!” she asked, pulling him upright firmly and maneuvering him to the table. She sat him down in a chair and removed his glasses, which were bent up from the collision. It was only when her hands were running along his hairline checking for bumps or cuts that she realized just how close they were. She could feel his breath on her chin and she was so close she could see the few freckles that dotted his pale skin. Sonomi felt her face heat up and she knew that she currently was roughly the same shade as her favorite red power suit.
“I… uhhhh… I mean, I didn’t…”
“That’s… that’s fine. I’m fine… I mean, uhhh…”
“I’ll just…ahhh, where’s that recipe?”
Even under pain of death, Sonomi vowed as she walked out the front door that she would never tell anyone just how pleasant it had felt being that close to him for those few moments.
Author: aoife_hime
Fandom: Cardcaptor Sakura
Pairing: Fujitaka/Sonomi
Challenge: Five Changes - Confusion/Shock
Rating: G
“Did you have a good time, Tomoyo?”
“Yes, mama! Sakura-chan was wearing the dress I made for her… she looked so adorable,” Sonomi’s daughter sighed happily as she gathered her jacket and bag. “Kinomoto-sensei also made the most delicious cake. Do you think you could get Risa-san to make it at home for us?”
“I’ll go look into it,” Sonomi replied without thinking of the consequences of her actions. Tomoyo always had that effect on her; she would go to the ends of the earth to make her happy.
“Fujitaka-sensei, do you have… Fujitaka-sensei?!” Sonomi had wandered into the kitchen of the Kinomoto household only to find the man of the house balancing an ungodly tall pile of very breakable dishes in his arms.
“Oh, umm, Sonomi-kun? Could you possibly help me with these?” Sonomi immediately moved to take some of the cumbersome dishes. As she moved them safely to the counter, she felt some warm water fall onto her foot. Sure enough, the dishes hadn’t been dried particularly well.
“You know, someone could hurt themselves if you constantly spill water on your floors,” she warned in the superior tone she saved for him and annoying business partners. He didn’t rise to her bate, though, and began to wash out some of the larger bowls with a white dish towel. She waited a few moments before continuing, getting her irritation in check during that time. “You wouldn’t happen to have the recipe for the cake you made today, would you?”
“Yes, actually it’s just over… AH!” he cried as his leg slipped out from underneath him on a shiny patch of dishwater and he fell straight into the cabinets above the sink. He remained there, head against the cupboard door, groaning quietly until Sonomi finally snapped out of her shocked trance.
“Are you alright?!” she asked, pulling him upright firmly and maneuvering him to the table. She sat him down in a chair and removed his glasses, which were bent up from the collision. It was only when her hands were running along his hairline checking for bumps or cuts that she realized just how close they were. She could feel his breath on her chin and she was so close she could see the few freckles that dotted his pale skin. Sonomi felt her face heat up and she knew that she currently was roughly the same shade as her favorite red power suit.
“I… uhhhh… I mean, I didn’t…”
“That’s… that’s fine. I’m fine… I mean, uhhh…”
“I’ll just…ahhh, where’s that recipe?”
Even under pain of death, Sonomi vowed as she walked out the front door that she would never tell anyone just how pleasant it had felt being that close to him for those few moments.