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storypaint) wrote2008-09-22 04:29 pm
storypaint) wrote2008-09-22 04:29 pm
Undressed (Clow/Yuuko)
Title: Undressed
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko established relationship
Rating: soft R
Comm: porn_battle on IJ [x]
Prompt: xxxHOLiC, Clow/Yuuko, cover yourself--on second thought, don't
Wordcount: 557 words
Disclaimer: xxxHOLiC 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.
Excerpt: "You have a closet full of clothes that a queen would die to wear, but your preferred garb seems to be... nothing," Clow remarked in a steady voice as Yuuko stepped into their bedroom clad only in a smile and her long hair.
"You have a closet full of clothes that a queen would die to wear, but your preferred garb seems to be... nothing," Clow remarked in a steady voice as Yuuko stepped into their bedroom clad only in a smile and her long hair.
"Is that a problem?" she asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed and throwing her hair over her shoulder. Clow forgot, for only a moment, what he was doing, then he bent back to his desk, scribbling furiously.
Undaunted, Yuuko rescued a small bottle of nail lacquer from a box of toiletries near the bed, and began to paint her toenails dark red.
"Yes," Clow said after a long moment of staring at his paper and carefully scratching things out.
"Hmm?" Yuuko said, without looking up.
"It is a problem," he said calmly, "because I am trying to focus, and you, my dear, are making that quite difficult."
"Am I really?" Yuuko purred, stretching, and Clow set his pen down. A moment later she was pressed against their bed, his stubble rough against her cheek. She let him kiss her for a while before she squirmed backwards out of reach, perching on one knee and looking for all the world as though she were going to run away.
"You never wear anything lighter than those heavy robes," she pouted. "What does that say about you, Clow?"
"I dress appropriately for a magician of my age, rank, and era?" he suggested, studying her bare haunches with the patience of a man who knew how the future would occur.
"You're boring," she correced, lifting a finger to her stained-red lips. "Live a little."
He cocked his head to one side. "I live a lot. With you, for example. You're constantly distracting me from my studies."
"See, that's my point, you nerd."
"What do you mean?"
"Do something interesting," she insisted, sitting down on the bed properly and resting her arms on her knees.
Clow was out of his league and he knew it. After a moment of confusion, Yuuko scrambled forward and began to relieve him of his clothing. He reached for the lamp and she bit his arm.
"What?!"
"Leave it," she said, unapologetic.
And to her utter amusement, Clow Reed blushed furiously.
"Oh, don't be a prude," she said, waving a hand and managing to pull off the final layer covering his chest. (Doesn't he ever get hot? she thought.)
He wasn't as fit as she was, of course. He had a small potbelly tucked beneath his robes, his skin as pale as hers. Gently Yuuko kissed him right above the bellybutton. He shivered.
She nibbled on his hip and them relieved him from the rest of his clothing. His calves were long and rounded; his thighs firm and muscled. His sex was utterly ordinary. But men always saw the flaws in themselves, didn't they?
He made an uncomfortable noise and reached for the light again, but she touched him, cupping his member in both hands, and he froze.
She began to stroke with a steady rhythm until his breathing filled the air and the room seemed hot and small. Then she stopped and he looked down at her, his face flushed with desire, instead of embarrassment.
"Get the light," she said deep in her throat, and he didn't finish any more scholarly work that night.
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko established relationship
Rating: soft R
Comm: porn_battle on IJ [x]
Prompt: xxxHOLiC, Clow/Yuuko, cover yourself--on second thought, don't
Wordcount: 557 words
Disclaimer: xxxHOLiC 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.
Excerpt: "You have a closet full of clothes that a queen would die to wear, but your preferred garb seems to be... nothing," Clow remarked in a steady voice as Yuuko stepped into their bedroom clad only in a smile and her long hair.
"You have a closet full of clothes that a queen would die to wear, but your preferred garb seems to be... nothing," Clow remarked in a steady voice as Yuuko stepped into their bedroom clad only in a smile and her long hair.
"Is that a problem?" she asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed and throwing her hair over her shoulder. Clow forgot, for only a moment, what he was doing, then he bent back to his desk, scribbling furiously.
Undaunted, Yuuko rescued a small bottle of nail lacquer from a box of toiletries near the bed, and began to paint her toenails dark red.
"Yes," Clow said after a long moment of staring at his paper and carefully scratching things out.
"Hmm?" Yuuko said, without looking up.
"It is a problem," he said calmly, "because I am trying to focus, and you, my dear, are making that quite difficult."
"Am I really?" Yuuko purred, stretching, and Clow set his pen down. A moment later she was pressed against their bed, his stubble rough against her cheek. She let him kiss her for a while before she squirmed backwards out of reach, perching on one knee and looking for all the world as though she were going to run away.
"You never wear anything lighter than those heavy robes," she pouted. "What does that say about you, Clow?"
"I dress appropriately for a magician of my age, rank, and era?" he suggested, studying her bare haunches with the patience of a man who knew how the future would occur.
"You're boring," she correced, lifting a finger to her stained-red lips. "Live a little."
He cocked his head to one side. "I live a lot. With you, for example. You're constantly distracting me from my studies."
"See, that's my point, you nerd."
"What do you mean?"
"Do something interesting," she insisted, sitting down on the bed properly and resting her arms on her knees.
Clow was out of his league and he knew it. After a moment of confusion, Yuuko scrambled forward and began to relieve him of his clothing. He reached for the lamp and she bit his arm.
"What?!"
"Leave it," she said, unapologetic.
And to her utter amusement, Clow Reed blushed furiously.
"Oh, don't be a prude," she said, waving a hand and managing to pull off the final layer covering his chest. (Doesn't he ever get hot? she thought.)
He wasn't as fit as she was, of course. He had a small potbelly tucked beneath his robes, his skin as pale as hers. Gently Yuuko kissed him right above the bellybutton. He shivered.
She nibbled on his hip and them relieved him from the rest of his clothing. His calves were long and rounded; his thighs firm and muscled. His sex was utterly ordinary. But men always saw the flaws in themselves, didn't they?
He made an uncomfortable noise and reached for the light again, but she touched him, cupping his member in both hands, and he froze.
She began to stroke with a steady rhythm until his breathing filled the air and the room seemed hot and small. Then she stopped and he looked down at her, his face flushed with desire, instead of embarrassment.
"Get the light," she said deep in her throat, and he didn't finish any more scholarly work that night.