Hold Me for a Little While (Cardcaptor Sakura, Eriol/Sakura, challenge #3)
Title: Hold Me for a Little While
Author/Artist: rhap_chan
Pairing: Hiiragizawa Eriol/Kinomoto Sakura
Fandom: Cardcaptor Sakura
Theme: 03. touch/caress
Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura belongs to CLAMP.
Summary: Eriol wasn't needlessly affectionate, but lately he'd been touching Sakura for no reason at all.
Eriol wasn't a needlessly affectionate type of person. Each time his fingertips brushed someone else it was for a purpose.
Lately he'd been touching Sakura for no reason at all.
It was almost as if he wanted to assure himself that she was real. Each brush of skin affirmed it, made his fingertips grow hot. He felt as though his hands on her skin should surely leave a mark of his presence.
Lately she'd let him touch her for no reason at all.
It was almost as if she wanted to assure herself that he was here, that his return to Tomoeda hadn't been a dream, even if the circumstances were cloaked in a sorrow he wouldn't share (his three-member family seemed so unbalanced now). He continued to caress her hand, to politely help her to her feet and linger, and she didn't discourage him, a fact that made Syaoran grow quieter and quieter until she wasn't sure she heard him speak when he said that he was leaving again, and this time for good.
"You're playing with fire," her brother warned her. He was a teenager after all, he knew the signs. This game his sister was playing with the Clow reincarnation could lead to trouble. Besides, he was like her uncle almost, wasn't he? Sakura denied everything with cool eyes.
She denied everything as she felt Eriol curl into her heart and rest there, listening as her heart beat faster. His hand found hers in lunch period, and they sat there without explaining or dropping the conversation, though Tomoyo lost her train of thought when she saw their fingers mesh.
Nakuru and Spinel didn't know what to make of the sudden change that had fallen over their master. The periods of thoughtful silence that had accompanied his planning returned, but as he thought, he smiled.
He worried too.
One morning he pulled her close to him when they met at her corner, and he kissed her. Their magics surged to meet as their lips did, and melded, and a shock ran through their bodies.
"I felt a spark," Eriol whispered in her ear after the kiss broke and she'd gone limp in his arms.
"I'm touched," she said, trying to breathe normally, feeling his hands supportive at the small of her back.
Hand in hand, they walked to school, and neither of them said that the spark felt wrong, and that there could be danger in what they were doing. They held hands, and each asked fate to let them walk this path of dreams just for a little while, to pretend that this could work and love could carry them through.