storypaint | Book Pusher (Tomoyo/Naoko)

Title: Book Pusher
Fandom: Cardcaptor Sakura
Characters/Pairing: Tomoyo/Naoko
Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura belongs to CLAMP. This fanfic is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Rating: PG

Excerpt: So Tomoyo did the only thing she knew would stop her-- she pushed the bookstore clerk against a shelf and kissd her roughly. She pulled back, satisfied, as a flush spread across Naoko's face, as well as a look of shy happiness.

"And you really should read this one!" Naoko insisted. She threw the novel on top of Tomoyo's pile, and Tomoyo squinted up at it, trying to read the title.

"I've read that one already," she protested, but Naoko was in her element and wouldn't be stopped until she'd gone through the whole store.

So Tomoyo did the only thing she knew would stop her-- she pushed the bookstore clerk against a shelf and kissd her roughly. She pulled back, satisfied, as a flush spread across Naoko's face, as well as a look of shy happiness. The sole other customer in the small bookshop looked a bit traumatized and beat a path through the book piles to the door. Naoko and Tomoyo barely heard the door shut again.

"How did you know?" Naoko whispered after a moment.

Tomoyo gestured to the stack. "We like the same books. You're the only one who bothered to write besides Sakura when I went to France for a year. Your nails are manicured and you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen-- but never a mention of a boyfriend."

Naoko blinked. After a moment, Tomoyo squatted down and carefully pulled a novel from the bottom of the stack.

"And this too, of course," she said. The book was a popular seller and featured no lesbians in it at all. Naoko looked confused, cocking her head to the side. Tomoyo laughed at her bemusement.

"You left something important in your book when you sold it back to the store," she said, "your bookmark."

This time Naoko flushed to the roots of her hair. Tomoyo rose to her feet.

"I'm prettier," Tomoyo breathed in her ear. "Want to see?"

And well, it was lucky that business was slow that day, because the clerk spent most of the afternoon in the back.