TITLE: The Enchantress
AUTHOR: Dreiser
EMAIL: dreiser3@yahoo.com
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CONTENT: F/F romance. F/F sex. Tomoyo/Meiling.
SUMMARY: Meiling reflects on her life in the
limelight with Tomoyo and the power her partner holds over not only herself but
everyone who sees her.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but my lahv for this
pairing. I genuinely think it's a good match and it is a kawaii thought.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This takes place several years
into the future, placing both Tomoyo and Meiling roughly around the age of
twenty five. I've always said that I wish at least one fanfic would place
Tomoyo as a famous singer instead of being a director, fashion designer, or CEO
of Daidouji Toys. This is a short little piece about Tomoyo's life as a singer
told from Meiling's point of view.
The Enchantress
By: Dreiser
Meiling always knew one day the entire world
would know of Daidouji Tomoyo
and the bewitching charm she possessed. She also
knew that once they did they too would be enchanted by her. Pulled in by those
glittering blue eyes, clear as the sky and pure with the emotion they held
within, seduced by the rose dusted lips which opened to reveal a melodic voice
that was a modern day siren's song.
There was no doubt about it, Tomoyo made the
perfect shining star.
Sometimes when they were alone, away from the
flash of the cameras and the shouts of the press, Tomoyo would lie in the crook
of her arm and giggle quietly.
A smile would spread on her gentle features and
playing with some article of Meiling's clothing she would talk about how
strange this all was. How she hadn't expected a simple concert at their former
university to lead to all of this.
And she would wonder what they saw in her.
Perhaps that was part of her charm, Meiling realized.
That despite the endless compliments she received from her agent, her recording
company, and legions of fans she never quite understood it. She simply saw
herself as Tomoyo and found it quite silly that she was getting so much
attention for just singing songs.
"I think you're much more impressive,"
Tomoyo would murmur, entwining their fingers and flexing them gently. Studying
them for a long moment only to pull away and trace the tips lightly over
Meiling's skin, learning every muscle there in a memorized touch. "You're
more amazing than anyone could ever know."
Although she heard time and time again how
wonderful her lover found her,
Meiling never quite got used to hearing the
words and would blush a deep red as she averted her eyes in a lame attempt to
hide her embarrassment. When she did Tomoyo would be there, cupping her face in
a soft hold that turned into an easy caress, the back of her long fingers
drifting across Meiling's cheek.
"Do you know how lovely you are?"
Tomoyo would sometimes whisper.
It depended on the day, the mood of the
particular moment, or perhaps even
the very alignment of the stars on what she
would say to Meiling in an embrace. No matter what, her words always filled
Meiling with a sort of emotional ecstasy that heightened when coupled with
Tomoyo's firm, knowing, and wet kisses.
Her kisses were like Tomoyo herself, a honeyed
sweetness that was addictive
in the exhilaration that it leant, leaving you
begging for more. Only she never had to beg with Tomoyo, anything she could
imagine wanting became hers before she realized she might want it. Somehow
Tomoyo knew and maybe it was in that knowing lay the reason that Meiling
worshipped her so.
Or maybe it was because of how Tomoyo kissed.
She would kiss with her entire body and nearly as soon as the kisses would
begin Meiling was completely lost to them. Intoxicated by the soft pressure of
Tomoyo's tongue sweeping against hers to enter her mouth, tasting her with a
tender demand. Wanting in her kiss to have everything Meiling was willing to
give and god help her...
Meiling gave everything to Tomoyo.
In those long arms, pale and seemingly weak,
Meiling surrendered herself on countless occasions. She was certain it had to
do with the fact that in the back of her mind she knew that physically she was
far more powerful than Tomoyo but it was more than that. Yes, it was so much
more. It was the fact that Meiling trusted herself to be helpless in Tomoyo's
presence.
What felt like many long years ago, her lover
had proven that she could hold her own amongst some of the most intimidating
people Meiling had ever known. More than that, she had proven herself to
Meiling. Proven herself to be trusted, to be true, to be utterly deserving of
her total loyalty and love.
To possess not only the loyalty but the love of
member from the House of Li was no easy task to accomplish. Thanks to their
strict upbringing they were all taught from an early age to have a higher level
of standards. As such, they were required to hold up any potential romantic
partners against these same standards.
Many people, worthy or no, have been chased away
because of this. Even the powerful Master of the Clow felt herself waver under
the scrupulous attention she was given in the days before her wedding to
Shaoran. It was in these hours that Tomoyo leant her support and helped Sakura
find the confidence within herself that told her quite clearly she had more
than earned her place in Shaoran's life.
Perhaps because of this Tomoyo never felt much
anxiety about her own judgment at the hands of Meiling's relatives when their
relationship was revealed. Though there was disapproval, particularly at the
hands of Meiling's own parents, the union came under the support of Ieran and
as head of their House her word was final. Despite this, each trip to Hong Kong
and the main house was always met by whispers and stares, cold in their
judgment and prejudice.
Tomoyo replied to the whispers and met the
stares and after this she would look fondly to Meiling, squeeze her hand, caress
her face, and kiss her lips. Uncaring of whatever the reaction to this might
be.
It had to be a funny type of irony that Tomoyo,
who appeared as delicate and breakable as the finest crystal goblet, had an
indestructible strength in character. Once she made up her mind, it would not
and could not be changed. The faith she held in the people she loved was as
immense and vast as space.
And just like space, her faith couldn't be
charted. At least, not in this lifetime. It was simply too much... too overwhelming
for anyone to take on. All they could do with it was to look and marvel at the
impressive spectacle it made.
Perhaps envy it as well.
She was kindness and she was light but when
Tomoyo would come to her, eyes darkened with desire and body warmed with want,
she was wicked indeed. But in such a very good way that only served to make
Meiling love her more.
Though she wasn't sure why, sometimes when they
made love Meiling wondered what Tomoyo's fans would think of her. After all,
they held her up to an impossible standard of perfection that very few could
come close to meeting. Would they sigh at the beauty of blue eyes that burned
powerfully into them? Would they arch at the soft hands that were perfect in
the gentle strength which held them? Would they quiver at the feeling of silken
gray hair that brushed against them?
Or would they simply faint from the entire
experience?
Sometimes Meiling felt like fainting when they
kissed. It was almost too much for her, the amount that Tomoyo loved her, was
willing to give her. For all of Meiling's life she had been the outcast, the
disappointment, the Li without any shred of magical power. She was raised to
believe she was useless.
Unless she produced babies, that is. Then she
was worth something because maybe, just maybe, those babies would have magic.
Following Shaoran to Japan saved her life,
Meiling knew this now. Without that, she would still believe herself to be
nothing more than a bride in waiting. Than a vessel for producing more heirs to
the House of Li.
Now she was so much more. She was Li Meiling,
protector, lover, friend, and confidant and she was a strong woman. One who
finally knew her own worth but would still watch Tomoyo's face reflected in the
moonlight and ask what the other woman saw in her. What she ever did that made
Tomoyo choose her.
The question was never really answered because
Meiling never dared find the courage to ask her lover and face the quiet anger
she knew would surface. There was one thing anyone close to Tomoyo knew not to
question and that was her feelings for Meiling. They were sacred to her and
always would be.
All the doubts would wash away with a single
kiss though. When Tomoyo's soft lips pressed against her own and her tongue
sought entrance into her mouth to taste her sweetly. Her gentle hands burning a
path across Meiling's skin, learning the curves of her body perfectly and
painting her as if she was a picture.
In those moments all Meiling could think of was
Tomoyo.
Tomoyo as her clothes were removed in a smooth
and very well practiced movement, Tomoyo as her skin was ravished with kisses,
Tomoyo as her lips were claimed and conquered opening her deep, and Tomoyo as
she spread her legs and an expert tongue swept into her, crushing the last of
her resistance. If there ever was any resistance to begin with.
The world claimed Tomoyo for their own because
her voice spoke to them. What she sang about, the love and the pain, were
universal concepts. They didn't really know Tomoyo though. No, only Meiling could
claim that.
Only Meiling knew how Tomoyo cried long and hard
with shuddering gasps
when she finally allowed herself to realize
Sakura could never be hers. Only Meiling
knew Tomoyo felt uncomfortable with constant
praise and empty compliments her singing leant her. Only Meiling knew she was
frightened by the hungry eyes of her fans that raked across her body with a
familiarity that made her cold inside. Only Meiling knew the night before a
concert, hidden by the veil of darkness, Tomoyo would practice for hours on end
just to make sure she sounded perfect.
Only Meiling knew that sometimes Tomoyo wanted
to quit.
The desire never stayed with her though. Because
as soon as it came it went
with the words of a devoted fan telling her
earnestly how her lyrics and her voice had saved them. Had delivered them from
some horrible fate and Tomoyo once again found her reason for continuing to
exist in the view of the public.
She put on a brave front
but Meiling knew it bothered her lover. She knew because there were nights when
Tomoyo would return from whatever event she'd been asked to attend and she
wouldn't speak to her. No, instead she would simply draw Meiling to her and
bury her face in the curve of her neck, breathing in the flowery scent before
kissing her with a frantic type of need.
During those nights
Tomoyo would possess Meiling completely. Her sweet voice would turn husky and
deep, growling low as she pressed their bodies tightly together,
ripping and clawing
until Meiling was naked before her. Then blue eyes darkened
and glinted as they saw
what they would be feasting upon.
And through all of this
she was still the same Tomoyo that Meiling had fallen in love
with. She was gentle and
she was loving but now the need she felt for her lover was driven by an urgency
that simply couldn't be denied.
Not that she wanted to
even entertain the thought. Especially not when Tomoyo moved down her body,
covering it with kisses but traveling with a clear purpose as a long tongue
slid inside her to taste everything that she was. Meiling's hands would tangle
in long gray hair and press her closer yet, wanting Tomoyo deeper inside, or
perhaps just wanting Tomoyo. More than that, needing her.
When Meiling reached orgasm, her body shaking with
pleasure, her fingers buried in Tomoyo's hair, clutching to her desperately,
she knew it was all for her. This was for her and no one else. The world might
think they knew her lover, they might even think they loved her, but only
Meiling was rewarded this special gift.
The world was now enchanted by Daidouji Tomoyo
and her charms just as
Meiling had predicted. At first, Meiling was
jealous at the attention they gave her lover, worried that perhaps it would
cause Tomoyo to leave her as she was exposed to person after person who adored
her completely.
Soon Meiling learned to think better than that
because in those urgent nights of desire and need, wrapped up in Tomoyo's
fervent love making she discovered a most astounding fact. That somehow, she
had enchanted the enchantress.
Which was something to be proud of indeed.
-End-