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storypaint) wrote2009-06-16 07:47 pm
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Labored (Clow/Yuuko)
Title: Labored
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 617 words
Prompt: Porn Battle VIII: xxxHOLiC, Clow/Yuuko, doorslamming
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Other: Vague spoilers for recent chapters. Vague sexual references.
Excerpt: "You've made me a mother to children I never bore," she said, feeling the bed sink in a little as he sat down next to her. She didn't mean just the Mokonas. Green eyes, blue eyes, eyepatches and golden gazes glittered in her mind.
Yuuko slammed the door.
It wasn't something she could do at home, the one good thing about Clow and his Western-style home, with wooden doors instead of Japanese-style screens. Slamming a door was satisfying. Somehow, she found herself slamming his doors more than she'd anticipated when they started working on this project.
He'd gone so far for her, he'd kissed Death for her, and still he could make her so angry.
(She hadn't asked. If anyone were to ask her how she'd allowed him to do to screw up the multiverses, she'd say she hadn't allowed. The fool hadn't done it intentionally, and she would never, ever have asked.)
"Yuuko," he called through the door. His voice was calm-- it always was. She didn't answer, settling herself on his bed (perhaps that was another good thing about Clow and his Western ideas-- he had a very comfortable mattress).
"Yuuko?"
"Don't you have work to do?" she said, stretching, throwing her arm over her eyes. The flare of her anger was beginning to lessen to a burn, but it lingered.
The Mokona were their project. He had no right to do most of the work himself. His magic was strange and sideways and only Japanese incidentally. She had to put her own quirks in the creatures because she would be their keeper, after he was gone. They could not be solely his, because he was going to leave.
"I need your help, Yuuko," he said through the door.
"You've never needed my help," she replied.
"That's not true! You know that those children need you more than anyone else."
Perhaps he had grown tired with arguing through the wood. He tried the door, and discovered it was locked.
Yuuko sighed. That wouldn't stop him. After a moment, the lock clicked. She didn't move from her lazy repose on his bed.
"You've made me a mother to children I never bore," she said, feeling the bed sink in a little as he sat down next to her. She didn't mean just the Mokonas. Green eyes, blue eyes, eyepatches and golden gazes glittered in her mind.
"More like a grandmother," he said, a smile in his voice. She lifted her arm and saw the grin on his face.
"Excuse me?" she said coolly.
"You get to guide them and help them, and they will care for you, but in the end they go home and you have your peace." His voice was soft. He leaned over to press a kiss to her cheek.
She was quiet for a moment. That's not what I want, at all, she wanted to say, but what she wanted didn't matter here. It didn't matter anymore. She was running on borrowed time.
She shut her eyes and let his kisses pattern down her face and across her neck. Fabric rustled as he began to part her from her clothing. Slowly, she raised her hand and tangled it in his hair, unfastening his hair-ribbon.
"Are you still mad at me?" he whispered against her neck.
"Always," she replied, leaning over to bite his earlobe. Her teeth were a little rougher than they probably should have been, and he gasped and winced, but nuzzled at her shoulder, anyway.
"Dearest," he mumbled, slipping his hand inside her kimono.
"We have work to do," she replied, running her fingernails sharply down the side of his neck, leaving red marks.
"We always do," he said, settling himself over her. When their mouths met, she returned his kiss, biting his lip, fiddling with the buttons of his shirt, raising her hips slightly to slide against his own.
It wasn't forgiveness, but it was close enough, for now.
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 617 words
Prompt: Porn Battle VIII: xxxHOLiC, Clow/Yuuko, doorslamming
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Other: Vague spoilers for recent chapters. Vague sexual references.
Excerpt: "You've made me a mother to children I never bore," she said, feeling the bed sink in a little as he sat down next to her. She didn't mean just the Mokonas. Green eyes, blue eyes, eyepatches and golden gazes glittered in her mind.
Yuuko slammed the door.
It wasn't something she could do at home, the one good thing about Clow and his Western-style home, with wooden doors instead of Japanese-style screens. Slamming a door was satisfying. Somehow, she found herself slamming his doors more than she'd anticipated when they started working on this project.
He'd gone so far for her, he'd kissed Death for her, and still he could make her so angry.
(She hadn't asked. If anyone were to ask her how she'd allowed him to do to screw up the multiverses, she'd say she hadn't allowed. The fool hadn't done it intentionally, and she would never, ever have asked.)
"Yuuko," he called through the door. His voice was calm-- it always was. She didn't answer, settling herself on his bed (perhaps that was another good thing about Clow and his Western ideas-- he had a very comfortable mattress).
"Yuuko?"
"Don't you have work to do?" she said, stretching, throwing her arm over her eyes. The flare of her anger was beginning to lessen to a burn, but it lingered.
The Mokona were their project. He had no right to do most of the work himself. His magic was strange and sideways and only Japanese incidentally. She had to put her own quirks in the creatures because she would be their keeper, after he was gone. They could not be solely his, because he was going to leave.
"I need your help, Yuuko," he said through the door.
"You've never needed my help," she replied.
"That's not true! You know that those children need you more than anyone else."
Perhaps he had grown tired with arguing through the wood. He tried the door, and discovered it was locked.
Yuuko sighed. That wouldn't stop him. After a moment, the lock clicked. She didn't move from her lazy repose on his bed.
"You've made me a mother to children I never bore," she said, feeling the bed sink in a little as he sat down next to her. She didn't mean just the Mokonas. Green eyes, blue eyes, eyepatches and golden gazes glittered in her mind.
"More like a grandmother," he said, a smile in his voice. She lifted her arm and saw the grin on his face.
"Excuse me?" she said coolly.
"You get to guide them and help them, and they will care for you, but in the end they go home and you have your peace." His voice was soft. He leaned over to press a kiss to her cheek.
She was quiet for a moment. That's not what I want, at all, she wanted to say, but what she wanted didn't matter here. It didn't matter anymore. She was running on borrowed time.
She shut her eyes and let his kisses pattern down her face and across her neck. Fabric rustled as he began to part her from her clothing. Slowly, she raised her hand and tangled it in his hair, unfastening his hair-ribbon.
"Are you still mad at me?" he whispered against her neck.
"Always," she replied, leaning over to bite his earlobe. Her teeth were a little rougher than they probably should have been, and he gasped and winced, but nuzzled at her shoulder, anyway.
"Dearest," he mumbled, slipping his hand inside her kimono.
"We have work to do," she replied, running her fingernails sharply down the side of his neck, leaving red marks.
"We always do," he said, settling himself over her. When their mouths met, she returned his kiss, biting his lip, fiddling with the buttons of his shirt, raising her hips slightly to slide against his own.
It wasn't forgiveness, but it was close enough, for now.