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storypaint) wrote2008-09-22 04:32 pm
storypaint) wrote2008-09-22 04:32 pm
Best Friends (Watanuki/Yuuko)
Title: Best Friends
Pairing: Watanuki/Yuuko established relationship
Rating: G
Comm: porn_battle on IJ. Someone please tell me why I take porn_battle prompts and write gen for them. Please.
Prompt: XXXHolic, Watanuki/Yuuko, girl's best friends
Wordcount: 380 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: "I don't suppose you remember that you asked me to organize this room when I... moved in here?" he said, his ears reddening a little. This thing they had was strange and likely both temporary and dangerous, but it was also new, and he could not hide his blush.
Normally Yuuko lay around and forced Watanuki to get her breakfast in bed the mornings after they slept together, but she was up and out of bed before he'd even finished getting out the pans. He could hear her moving around in the bedroom, and curiously poked his head in.
She frowned. "Never watch a woman at her toilette," she advised him as she fished through the messy jewelry box on her dresser. Why she was looking before jewelry before bothering to put on her clothes, Watanuki didn't know, but he only let her fish through the mess for a moment before he sighed and approached her.
"I don't suppose you remember that you asked me to organize this room when I... moved in here?" he said, his ears reddening a little. This thing they had was strange and likely both temporary and dangerous, but it was also new, and he could not hide his blush.
"I believe you volunteered, Watanuki," she said, a hand on one lace-clad hip. She sighed and handed the box to him.
"Can call me Kimihiro," he mumbled, as he had already done countless times; as usual, she ignored him. "What are you looking for?"
"My diamond earrings," she said, waving a hand in exasperation. "I thought they were in the bottom..."
"You told me you hated those earrings," he said absently, looking into the mess she'd made of the box.
"I do. Don't. Whatever. Diamonds, a girl's best friends, and so on."
She made a hrmph noise that Watanuki associated with the person who had likely given her the earrings-- the "stupid magician," whose name he'd pried out of Mokona one day. Clow. Long dead, apparently, but still very much alive in Yuuko's head.
He lifted an eyebrow but fished through the box until he found them. She held them up to catch the morning light, and smiled.
"They're just paste, you know," he volunteered, feeling onery. She looked at him with her fiercest glare and said, "That's not important!"
"Are we having a guest today?" Watanuki asked, trying to distract her wrath, but she simply nodded and chased him around the shop, poking and teasing in her undewear, until he said they were the prettiest gems he'd ever seen.
Pairing: Watanuki/Yuuko established relationship
Rating: G
Comm: porn_battle on IJ. Someone please tell me why I take porn_battle prompts and write gen for them. Please.
Prompt: XXXHolic, Watanuki/Yuuko, girl's best friends
Wordcount: 380 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: "I don't suppose you remember that you asked me to organize this room when I... moved in here?" he said, his ears reddening a little. This thing they had was strange and likely both temporary and dangerous, but it was also new, and he could not hide his blush.
Normally Yuuko lay around and forced Watanuki to get her breakfast in bed the mornings after they slept together, but she was up and out of bed before he'd even finished getting out the pans. He could hear her moving around in the bedroom, and curiously poked his head in.
She frowned. "Never watch a woman at her toilette," she advised him as she fished through the messy jewelry box on her dresser. Why she was looking before jewelry before bothering to put on her clothes, Watanuki didn't know, but he only let her fish through the mess for a moment before he sighed and approached her.
"I don't suppose you remember that you asked me to organize this room when I... moved in here?" he said, his ears reddening a little. This thing they had was strange and likely both temporary and dangerous, but it was also new, and he could not hide his blush.
"I believe you volunteered, Watanuki," she said, a hand on one lace-clad hip. She sighed and handed the box to him.
"Can call me Kimihiro," he mumbled, as he had already done countless times; as usual, she ignored him. "What are you looking for?"
"My diamond earrings," she said, waving a hand in exasperation. "I thought they were in the bottom..."
"You told me you hated those earrings," he said absently, looking into the mess she'd made of the box.
"I do. Don't. Whatever. Diamonds, a girl's best friends, and so on."
She made a hrmph noise that Watanuki associated with the person who had likely given her the earrings-- the "stupid magician," whose name he'd pried out of Mokona one day. Clow. Long dead, apparently, but still very much alive in Yuuko's head.
He lifted an eyebrow but fished through the box until he found them. She held them up to catch the morning light, and smiled.
"They're just paste, you know," he volunteered, feeling onery. She looked at him with her fiercest glare and said, "That's not important!"
"Are we having a guest today?" Watanuki asked, trying to distract her wrath, but she simply nodded and chased him around the shop, poking and teasing in her undewear, until he said they were the prettiest gems he'd ever seen.