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storypaint) wrote2009-02-17 10:53 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-02-17 10:53 pm
The Exotic Places of the Soul (Clow/Yuuko)
Title: The Exotic Places of the Soul
Length: 411 words
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
31_days_exchnge: 29. in my lost soul's abandoned night; Clow/Yuuko; sing the truth for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lady_kikyou
Other: PG for sexual implications
Excerpt: Hong Kong never slept, and neither did Yuuko. They were a perfect fit.
Hong Kong never slept, and neither did Yuuko. They were a perfect fit.
It was only in Hong Kong that Clow seemed a bit restrained; his robes barely rated him a second glance in the bright city, and the smiles he wore that spoke of life and gentle humor were not bright enough in the lampglow to matter. Clow always felt like Hong Kong swallowed him, made him fit with the Li's. His mother's family did their best to own him; there was a reason he lived in Japan most of his life. He couldn't work his magic here, that cobbling of English and Chinese that was uniquely his. They didn't like it, and there was too much blood here to argue with.
He only came here with the Dimension Witch, now, holding oddly tight to her hand when they strode past the compound, which they did on occasion, because Yuuko liked to walk everywhere in Hong Kong, to pad through every street with the grace and self-assurance of a cat. She caught their eyes, with her long dark hair and wicked grin. Clow faded into the background.
She wasn't dumb. She knew he didn't like it here. So they never stayed long, but she always made sure to enjoy it, singing karaoke until the dawn broke and arguing with the street vendors in her Clow-taught Chinese. She brought butterfly hairclips from an old woman who promised them happiness and a long future. Clow suspected the quality of her merchandise after that proclamation, but he said nothing, helping her weave them into her hair.
He paused when she leaned forward and breathed on his ear, sending fire down his nerves. She bit his earlobe softly, in the middle of the street where they stood, no less, and he was beginning to think less about Hong Kong and more about her hair spread out across the pillow when she spoke.
"When you go, will you come back here?"
"Not without you," he said honestly, and she nibbled.
"I won't make you come back," she promised, leaning back and taking his hand, leading him to the lee of the doorway and kissing him there shamelessly, and he kissed back, his mood bright with relief. Tomorrow, then, they would go back to Japan, where the air wasn't so heavy with expectation.
And now they could find their hotel again, and he could be the only Chinese man in her bed.
Length: 411 words
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Prompt:
31_days_exchnge: 29. in my lost soul's abandoned night; Clow/Yuuko; sing the truth for lady_kikyouOther: PG for sexual implications
Excerpt: Hong Kong never slept, and neither did Yuuko. They were a perfect fit.
Hong Kong never slept, and neither did Yuuko. They were a perfect fit.
It was only in Hong Kong that Clow seemed a bit restrained; his robes barely rated him a second glance in the bright city, and the smiles he wore that spoke of life and gentle humor were not bright enough in the lampglow to matter. Clow always felt like Hong Kong swallowed him, made him fit with the Li's. His mother's family did their best to own him; there was a reason he lived in Japan most of his life. He couldn't work his magic here, that cobbling of English and Chinese that was uniquely his. They didn't like it, and there was too much blood here to argue with.
He only came here with the Dimension Witch, now, holding oddly tight to her hand when they strode past the compound, which they did on occasion, because Yuuko liked to walk everywhere in Hong Kong, to pad through every street with the grace and self-assurance of a cat. She caught their eyes, with her long dark hair and wicked grin. Clow faded into the background.
She wasn't dumb. She knew he didn't like it here. So they never stayed long, but she always made sure to enjoy it, singing karaoke until the dawn broke and arguing with the street vendors in her Clow-taught Chinese. She brought butterfly hairclips from an old woman who promised them happiness and a long future. Clow suspected the quality of her merchandise after that proclamation, but he said nothing, helping her weave them into her hair.
He paused when she leaned forward and breathed on his ear, sending fire down his nerves. She bit his earlobe softly, in the middle of the street where they stood, no less, and he was beginning to think less about Hong Kong and more about her hair spread out across the pillow when she spoke.
"When you go, will you come back here?"
"Not without you," he said honestly, and she nibbled.
"I won't make you come back," she promised, leaning back and taking his hand, leading him to the lee of the doorway and kissing him there shamelessly, and he kissed back, his mood bright with relief. Tomorrow, then, they would go back to Japan, where the air wasn't so heavy with expectation.
And now they could find their hotel again, and he could be the only Chinese man in her bed.