On Saturdays that Rain (Tomoyo/Meiling) *repost*

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Comm: cardcaptorgifts, 30_lyrics
Words: 288
Author: rhap_chan
Written for: claire_chan
Title: On Saturdays that Rain
Prompt: I'd like a Mei-ling/Tomoyo fanfic. This is certainly not canon so I won't be specific about anything else.
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Rating: G

Excerpt: When she completed the tour back to the bed, her feet were cold and Meiling protested sleepily when she curled around her.

It was raining when they woke up on Saturday, and Tomoyo so far had only emerged from the bed to go pee, bleary-eyed and yawning. They'd been up most of the night before discussing their next musical endeavor (Daidouji Tomoyo was quickly becoming a household name, and with Li Meiling managing her finances, they would go far), and Tomoyo had no desire to do anything that day until her performance that evening. The bed was warm and the house was not-- she suspected that they'd forgotten to pay the heating bill, what with planning and touring and so on. The dish inside the window that neatly collected the rain that used to run into the kitchen was full and running over, but conveniently most of it was hitting the sink and Tomoyo decided to leave it for later.

When she completed the tour back to the bed, her feet were cold and Meiling protested sleepily when she curled around her. Tomoyo squeezed tighter and Meiling subsided back into easy sleep. On the edge of sleep herself, Tomoyo mused drowsily on the odd collection of events that had brought them to this place together, to this relationship. Who would have thought that these two friends with only unrequited love in common would turn instead to love one another?

But that was a story and a song for another time, and Tomoyo simply treasured the quiet, lovely warmth the thought brought her. She left a gentle kiss in the soft place betwixt neck and shoulder, and then buried her head in Meiling's unbound hair, content among the soft strands.

Tomoyo hummed a quiet tune that sounded to her of happiness, and let her consciousness meld with sleep and simple joy.