storypaint | You're Still the One (Terada/Rika) *repost*

Comm: 15pairings
Words: 460
Title: You're Still the One
Pairing: Terada/Rika
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: G

Excerpt: He'd always been the tall one, ever since they'd met, when she was just his roommate's little sister and he was an obnoxious college student. A relationship made in heaven, somehow.

He gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead and she heard him climb the stairs. She didn't have to look up to know he was loosening his tie and belt as he went, running a hand through his spiky hair, and wearing a contented smile.

She didn't have to look up, but she did, her eyes following her husband as he strode up to their bedroom. She marveled quietly that he was still so handsome to her, as handsome as he was the day they met so many years ago.

Who would have thought a childhood crush on a teacher would lead to this?

After a moment she set her book down on the coffee table and rose as well. He didn't need to watch her to know that as she climbed the stairs her silky nightgown swished and she had the cutest little tired expression.

Who would have thought that forbidden love could come to fruition?

It wasn't long until she climbed into bed with him. For a moment she pressed her forehead against his. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. She was so small, even now. She would always be petite like a child, he figured. He didn't mind.

He'd always been the tall one, ever since they'd met, when she was just his roommate's little sister and he was an obnoxious college student. A relationship made in heaven, somehow. For her it was love at first sight. For him, it was inevitable, the slide into happiness with her, but it had taken longer.

He was always glad she had been patient with him until he realized that the way he adored her was different than the way he adored his other students. It had taken time. Was it fate that had made him her homeroom teacher for three years, or just God smiling on them?

She didn't know, and didn't care. She just pressed her head against his chest and smiled quietly. A love that had endured eight years of secrecy had finally come to consummation in this bed only months ago.

Physical consummation, that is. In her eyes they had found their fulfillment that day she walked into homeroom 3-A and met his eyes again. They had both blushed, remembering her childish confession just two years previously at his college graduation, but then he looked at her again and realized the truth, that she had been right and that protest was hopeless. He loved her.

He brushed her cheek with his fingertips and began to fall asleep, whispering, "I love you," into the dark.

And was it not the consummation of marriage that he didn't need to stay awake to know she had said, "I love you too"?