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[chelle_sama]

For Meg has made it ONE! WHOLE! YEAR! without cigarettes!



Disclaimer: CLAMP owns ‘em all.

Dedication: YAY MEG! Cigarette free for a year!

Notes: Set a couple of years after CCS, I suppose. Sonomi has a special ability listed as ‘bike/car driving’ so it’s entirely possible that she might do some amateur racing once in a while.

In A Moment

When he’d called Sakura at lunch to remind her that she and Touya had switched chores and she was responsible for dinner that night, she’d mentioned that Tomoyo’s mother had been in a racing accident. Tomoyo had seemed more angry than upset, she told him, and claimed her mother was fine, didn’t have so much as a scratch. Wasn’t that lucky?

He’d agreed, told her not to worry any more than Tomoyo herself was, and called Grandfather. He’d heard, of course, and like his great-granddaughter he was more irritated by the fact of Sonomi’s minor injury than he was concerned. He reminded Fujitaka that his granddaughters were tougher than they looked, and that Sonomi was just fine.

Since he was aware of just how tough an Amamiya could be, he had agreed, wished the old man a good day, and ignored his waiting grant proposal to call the Daidouji home.

The maid who answered told him that Daidouji-sama had gone into the office for a little while and offered to take a message.

He told her no, he’d only wanted to see how Sonomi-kun was feeling, and if she’d gone to work she must certainly be feeling fine.

Then he’d called her office anyway and asked if he might see her, and she’d told him that she was about to head home if he wanted to go wait for her. She’d told him that she was fine, too.

Now, sitting in Sonomi’s tastefully decorated sitting room, Fujitaka was beginning to feel silly about his irrational need to see for himself that she was still in one piece.

The feeling was not helped much by Sonomi striding in, snarling into her cell and stabbing at two different Blackberry devices. She added a warning and threat to her end of the phone conversation, clicked it off, held up a hand in the ‘wait a moment’ gesture, hit a few more buttons, and dropped all three gadgets on the coffee table before offering a smile.

“Honestly,” she told him, “if one more person calls to ask if I want to cancel or re-schedule a meeting, I’m going to start moving them all up a few days. I shouldn’t have to keep repeating that unless Tomoyo needs me or I’m on my damn deathbed, the answer is always, always going to be NO.”

“People worry,” he told her, that odd uneasy fear finally fading.

“Ojousama, would you and your guest like some tea now?” The voice from his earlier call to the Daidouji’s stuck her head into the room, revealing a pretty girl who was probably no older than Touya.

“Please,” Sonomi told her with a smile. “Do we have any of those lemon cookies left?”

“Yes; I’ll bring some up with the tea,” she curtsied on her way out.

“So, did you come to scold me, too?” She asked him brightly as she closed the door behind the retreating maid.

“Uh….”

“I’m glad that you waited to do it in private,” she continued right on, sitting down in the chair near his. “Grandfather came into the office to have his go at me. Sure he had a contract with him that needed my signature, but it was just a cover. He brought up everything he could think of to guilt trip me with; Tomoyo, him, my friends, Tomoyo’s father, my employees, Tomoyo’s friends, Tomoyo, my business, our extended family, his business, Nadeshiko’s children, Tomoyo, our good family name, Tomoyo…it went on forever. Then he accused me of not even listening to him.”

“Were you listening?” He asked, relaxing a little more.

“Of course not; it’s bad for my self-esteem to realize that I’m nearly forty and still getting lectured by my grandfather about my behavior.”

“He’s only worried about your health,” Fujitaka reminded her.

She rolled her eyes at him. “I’m bruised and a little sore, and tomorrow I’ll barely be able to move, but I’m fine. If I’m okay, then clearly I know something about what I’m doing, right? So why bother with the lecture? Besides, Tomoyo will give me the world’s greatest guilt trip the second she gets home. She covers everything he does, plus some. If I’m still racing after that last time, nothing Grandfather can say is going to stop me.”

“Probably true,” he agreed, amused. “So was I in there somewhere in that endless litany?”

“I think you got lumped in with Tomoyo’s friends.” She frowned, thinking. “Or possibly with the cousins we don’t like or get along with but supposedly respect any way. I wasn’t listening,” she reminded him.

“Right, right. It’s too depressing for you.”

“So will you be skipping the ‘For God’s sake, what were you thinking?’ sermon?”

“I don’t know, it sounds like it could be fun,” he laughed. “And everyone else gets to….”

“Tell you what: you don’t harass me about my racing, I won’t badger you about Nadeshiko, and we’ll have an actual conversation.”

“Well, that’s a fascinating offer, but I’ll have to take you up on it some other time.” He stood, smiling at her as he picked up his coat. “I only wanted to see that you were okay.”

“You came all this way for just that? Stay for a cup of tea, at least. That conversation offer is a one day only. There isn’t going to be a next time,” she warned, following him to the door.

The fear he’d thought had gone was suddenly roaring through his mind, whispering in his ear, pushing him until he was standing in front of Sonomi, dropping his coat and reaching for her. As he wrapped himself around her all of the terrible things that could have been crowded up between them.

“I couldn’t…I…Sonomi-kun,” his voice cracked, strangled itself on her name. He didn’t even know what it was he was trying to tell her. He pulled her closer and buried his face in her hair. Just breathed and held her, alive, and tried to stay afloat in the torrent of muddled emotions swirling through him.

“Um, Kinomoto-sensei?”

Her voice, guarded and wary, wriggled its way past the strange, clinging dread inside him. It reminded him that Sonomi had never been a physically affectionate person, and she didn’t like him much to start with. He took a deep breath and made a conscious effort to loosen his grip; she had gone absolutely rigid when he’d grabbed her and he doubted she would relax until he let go and was two weeks out of the country.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “I’m sorry.” He pushed away from her a little, embarrassed, forcing a smile as he said “I have no idea what came over me.”

When he managed to look her in the face her eyes were huge, staring at him uncertainly. His smile slipped away. Thought and breath snagged somewhere short of reason. There was something strange spiraling up from deep inside him. Terror hit him soundly at the base of the head, and he found that it brought his mouth crashing down on hers. Her lips parted in disbelief just an instant before he caught them both by surprise.

The feel of her under his mouth, the taste of her, and suddenly he was desperate. He released her lips only to catch them again in a deeper, harder kiss.

Her response was quick and violent; her arms wound around his neck and she rose slightly, kissing him back with feverish intensity.

His hands ran restlessly over her back, down to her hips, angling her body so that she couldn’t miss or pretend away his erection as he pulled her closer. She didn’t try; he could feel her moan into his mouth as she rubbed against him.

He wanted to swear. Her tailored skirt clung tight to just below her knees and there wasn’t enough give to allow him to get his leg between hers. He pulled his mouth away from hers and started nipping down her throat. His hands glided down along her thighs from her hips as he licked the peak of her collar bone, searching for the hem. He had to bend a little to reach it, but bending brought him close enough to brush his mouth over her breast, which made her shiver.

She gasped as he gathered the end of her skirt in his hands and straightened up, pulling it up nearly to her hips. He did some gasping of his own; her stockings ended at mid-thigh, cool metal clasps on silky ribbons leading up to a garter belt. “God,” he muttered, feeling his blood flash hotter through his veins. “God, Sonomi-kun.” Kissing her again, he stumbled backwards, dragging her with as he dropped into a chair. She straddled him and he arched up to her, pulling her against him, moaning.

Her hands fisted in his hair just short of pain but he barely noticed through the heat and the friction and the way she whimpered. His own hands were tight on her hips, rocking her hard against him, pressing her as close as he could.

He kissed her until it wasn’t enough, until the need to taste skin had him dragging his mouth down her throat as she tipped her head back to gasp at the ceiling. He reached between them, unbuttoning her jacket and shoving it off her shoulders. “Sonomi-kun,” he hissed, forced away to pull her shirt over her head. He could see light bruises rising under her pale skin, two wide lines slanting down from her shoulders where the safety harness in the car had bit in. A minor distraction, upsetting distraction, from the rest of her that he had revealed for himself: soft, smooth skin; dusky, puckered nipple; he wanted it all, all at once.

Unwilling to waste time trying to find and open the clasp of her bra, he simply tugged the silk down out of the way. He ghosted his fingers over her breast, scraping his nail lightly over her nipple. She shuddered, arching into the touch, tangling her fingers in his hair again. He purred softly and repeated his actions on her other breast. His hand curved around her, forefinger and thumb catching her nipple and tugging.

Sonomi whimpered a soft ‘oh,’ pushing his head down. The angle was awkward, frustrating. He slid one hand down to her hip, urging her up. It took her out of his lap, but it brought her up high enough for him to get his mouth on her.

He couldn’t be gentle, he discovered. He couldn’t seem to slow down enough to manage a lighter touch. There were bites where he’d meant tiny nips, nipping when he’d intended to lick, and hard, greedy sucking instead of soft kisses. If he couldn’t control his mouth, constantly murmuring her name, then he had no hope of easing the touch of his wandering hands. They were running everywhere his mouth wasn’t, taking full advantage of his preoccupation with the taste of her skin, tracing long, strong runner’s legs, pushing clothing out of the way when it hindered further exploration.

Under his sliding, hungry mouth, Fujitaka felt her jolt when his fingers found, and slipped under, the edge of her panties. Wasting no time, he ran a finger along the sodden, swollen folds before pressing it up into her. He bit down hard on her nipple, shocked by the slick, hot feel of her, and Sonomi writhed in his grasp. He apologized with a curl of his tongue over the bite and an awkward second finger. It proved more than enough to distract him from her breasts. Because, really, all that heat, all that soft, damp, heat couldn’t be ignored. It wasn’t enough just to touch her, he had to taste. Now. Right now. He tore his mouth away from the underside of her breast, only vaguely seeing the marks he’d been leaving, already darker than the bruises. His hands went to her waist, gripping tightly. “Sonomi-kun,” he whispered, shoving her out of the chair.

She gasped as her bottom hit the coffee table in front of them. He was already sliding to his knees in front of her, spreading her legs farther apart. One hand hooked around her knee, draping her leg over his arm, leaving her wide open to him. The other wrenched her panties aside.

He saw her eyes widen as she realized what it was he wanted to do, was going to do. He promised it staring into her blue, blue eyes when he licked his fingers clean. Sonomi’s head dropped back, eyes closing, her fingers curling over the edge of the table. The sight was nearly as arousing as the scent of her as he bent his head.

He dragged his tongue slowly up along her inner thigh, feeling her shivering under his mouth, under his hands. One lick, light and quick was all it took to drown the patience he’d found to tease her with. Fujitaka groaned, gulped a quick breath of air, and began a slow and thorough exploration of the sort he’d never get university funding for.

Sweetly spicy on his tongue. A delicate scrape of teeth made her tighten all around him, legs closing to bring him closer, while a thrust of his tongue jerked her hips up to him in mute appeal. Rapid flicks of his tongue on her clit set her to desperate writhing, but sucking overwhelmed her and she was still until he let up, when she was wracked with shivers. Dimly, he could hear her above him; an intoxicating mix of gasps, moans, and half-formed pleading words. He wanted her entirely speechless, panting and shaking and coming.

He was very nearly angry when her hand in his hair abruptly pulled him away and he delivered a sharp, not entirely friendly, nip to her thigh before he looked up. Suddenly he didn’t care that she’d stopped him short of his goal. He knew that look. Unmistakable and definitely undeniable. It meant ‘I want you and I want you right now’ and it had Fujitaka on his feet in an instant, clawing at the button on his slacks, yanking at the zipper, because he had no intention of making either of them wait.

He couldn’t stop staring at her, unashamedly sprawled wide before him, watching him. Briefly, her hand slid over her sex, and Fujitaka abandoned the notion of getting undressed. Unzipped, he hit his knees again and dragged Sonomi’s hand out of his way, sparing a second to flick his tongue over her fingers as he guided himself to her entrance. He caught her eyes a second before he slammed into her. She wrenched up, wrapping around him, and bit him.

It was a stuttering rhythm; every few thrusts he’d find himself stopping inside her, grinding against her, trying to get deeper, just a little deeper. “Sonomi-kun,” he panted, pulling her off the table and into his lap again. Thrusting up, arms curving up her back, holding onto her shoulders and bringing her down to meet him and it still wasn’t enough. “Sonomi-kun,” he whimpered, twisting, pressing her down to the floor. He planted his hands beside her shoulders, putting his weight behind his hips and taking her harder. “Sonomi-kun.” Her eyes were closed, lips parted around quiet moans. “Sonomi-kun,” he demanded, need digging at him. He shifted, going down onto one elbow, using his free hand to bring one of her legs higher. Her nails raked up his back, hitting the back of his neck and forcing him down to where she could kiss him, a clash of tongue and teeth.

Despair and fear were rising in him; it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t get close enough, deep enough, couldn’t take her hard enough. Whatever he was he was looking for, he wasn’t going to find. This desolate feeling, emptiness or hopelessness or whatever this nameless need, was going to be with him for the rest of his life. His breath sobbed out into their kiss, “Sonomi-kun.”

She jerked her mouth away, gasping “Now, please, now,” her whole body clenching around his, leaving him behind. He kept thrusting, through the trembling sigh and her body’s slow, dreamy relaxation. Her hand stroked through his hair as he buried his face beside hers. He sped up. Never, he was never, never…

“Kinomoto,” her voice sighed. He tensed. Her hand ruffled his hair again and she licked the shell of his ear, murmuring “Fujitaka.”

That undid it all, that terrible knot inside him suddenly slipping free and all the maelstrom churning in him breaking loose. He jerked forward, crushing her to him, and managed one last “Sonomi-kun” before the world burned itself out.

A sudden, sharp knock nearly stopped his heart before it could even begin to slow down. Under him, Sonomi went stiff and tipped her head back for an upside-down view of the door. “Tea must be ready,” she observed blankly.

“Oh, shit,” he muttered, scrambling off her and trying to look everywhere but at her bare skin.

“She won’t open the door; my staff is very well trained. Closed doors signal business. She’ll just leave the tray outside the door.” She sat up and looked around as he hastily tucked himself back into his pants. “Um, you wouldn’t happen to remember where my shirt ended up, would you? Wait, there it is.”

He fixed his eyes on the floor as she re-arranged her clothing. “Sonomi-kun,” he blushed saying her name again, now. “Sonomi-kun, I’m so sorry. I…I have no idea...I mean…”

“We aren’t going to talk about it, Sensei. Well, this once we are and then it’ll be like it never happened. Because it happened and it’s never going to happen again and it was extreme circumstances that caused it to happen in the first place, so nothing has really changed between us. Nothing has changed. So we have no reason to act any differently toward each other or around each other. None of this awkward bullshit, because my daughter will catch on to that in a heartbeat and that’s the last thing I want. This is not going to end up like some anime joke, Kinomoto. We had sex, but there is absolutely no reason to ever even think of it again, so we are going to get on with our lives like nothing at all happened here but two people having a cup of tea.” She yanked the door open and pulled the tea, on a small cart, into the room. “Biscuit?”

She seemed calm enough, though she looked a little wild around the eyes. He was grateful for that, since he couldn’t string a coherent sentence together if his life depended on it.

“I…no. I really should be going. Meeting and all that, right? I…” he stopped and drained the cup of tea she’d already poured, needing something to calm his nerves, even if caffeine was probably not the correct tool for the job. “I have no idea what came over me, Sonomi-kun. No idea at all.”

“It was me,” she told him wryly. “Calm down. Take a biscuit with you, they’re really very good. The coffee shop on the ground floor of my offices makes them.”

“Sonomi-kun,” he started again, and she cut him off.

“Look, for the last time, this was nothing but adrenaline. I had a very scary accident this morning and it was very stressful for everyone and we just happened to have rather extreme responses to that. People have sex all the time. It’s a natural, normal thing and a natural, normal way to relieve stress. It doesn’t change the fact that I still don’t like you and you don’t like me - at least not in that particular way - and I refuse to let something as trivial as really good sex change that. So have a cookie and go away.” She bent to retrieve her phone, which had ended up on the floor at some point. “I have work to do and so do you.”

“Right, you’re right. I’m…going. It…ah,” Oh, lord, he was not about to say that it’d been nice seeing her, not after what he’d seen of her. “I’m glad you’re all right.”

“Thank you,” she told him, attention already on her speed-dial menu. “See you around, Sensei.”

He nodded, bowed, and got the hell out of the house, flustered despite Sonomi’s matter-of-fact attitude. At least she was dealing with it. She was not hysterical. She wasn’t angry and having him shot. She was not having a breakdown and screaming at him about Nadeshiko. She still respected him, albeit grudgingly, and he still respected her. Aside from the fact that he now knew that she had at least one tattoo, nothing had changed. He’d just make sure to steer clear of her for the next little while, he decided as he let himself into his car and found himself blushing furiously when he put the key in the ignition. Just until he’d managed to internalize all this and could be sure that he wouldn’t spontaneously apologize for molesting her the next time he saw her. And so that she wouldn’t have him killed when she had finished processing this afternoon herself and realized that something had changed and she hated him (even more).

He paused, suddenly realizing that, “She made a joke. About…it. She made a joke.” He started the car. “Okay, maybe we can do this ‘it never happened’ thing.”

By posting it here, I am trusting you lot that nobody who is underage is going to peek under that cut tag. And if you ARE underage and you DO peek, I don't want to hear about it.

It's Sonomi and Fujitaka, so anyone not wanting to see that (and I'm one of you) please pretend that you never even saw this entry. 'Kay?

Thanks to Circe for the beta on it.

NOW GO PRAISE MEG AND TELL HER THAT SHE IS A GOOD MEG WHO DESERVES PORN AND PETTINS!