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storypaint) wrote2009-06-16 07:55 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-06-16 07:55 pm
Touches (Clow/Yuuko)
Title: Touches
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 436 words
Prompt: n/a
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "Since Yuuko-chan never asks for advice, I assumed it was serious," he replied, stealing back the pencil and adding to her drawing.
Clow left his fingerprints on everything, Yuuko thought. A good witch or magician could intervene without anyone seeing their hands at work. Those were her favorite kinds of wishes to grant: the ones where she gave the wisher the strength or skills needed in order for them to grant their wishes themselves.
Clow had never, ever mastered this art. Perhaps it was something to do with his personality, though he tended to be quiet and self-effacing to those who didn't know him well (the arrogance was only visible from a certain distance, knowing him before and after and seeing the way his plans and his mind worked). Perhaps it was something to do with his power, which tended to carve, even if controlled precisely.
In any case, it was nearly impossible for him to leave a project without his own little marks on it, the signature of a master craftsman. She didn't understand why he felt the need to be involved in this one, however.
"Round windows," he suggested, reaching around her shoulder and sketching them into the drawing. His silk shirtsleeve slid across her bare collarbone and instead of shivering she glared.
"My house," she reminded. "Mine."
"You told me you thought that the design would be boring," he said, sketching the porch a little wider before setting down the pencil and wrapping his arms around her neck. He kissed her right beneath her earlobe, already trying to appease her annoyance, but she brushed off his advance.
"No, you assumed that's what I meant when I asked for advice," she returned, picking up the pencil and poking him in the wrist with the eraser.
"Since Yuuko-chan never asks for advice, I assumed it was serious," he replied, stealing back the pencil and adding to her drawing. Her house was starting to look Western, almost Victorian, and she scratched him with her fingernails and rescued her pencil before it could become any less Japanese.
"No more helping," she said firmly. "Except with the spells. Find me a suitable dimension to work in."
"Mine," he said cheerfully, kissing the nape of her neck, his hands creeping down her shoulders.
"Remind me never to ask for your advice again," she answered, her voice dry, turning her head to capture him for a kiss.
"There is always time," he lied, his hands gentle, and she let him lie. He left his fingerprints everywhere, that Clow Reed, even in her life, which had been so free of complications before he'd came to her wearing that awful grin.
"Time enough," she said, truthfully, and she set her pencil down for now.
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 436 words
Prompt: n/a
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "Since Yuuko-chan never asks for advice, I assumed it was serious," he replied, stealing back the pencil and adding to her drawing.
Clow left his fingerprints on everything, Yuuko thought. A good witch or magician could intervene without anyone seeing their hands at work. Those were her favorite kinds of wishes to grant: the ones where she gave the wisher the strength or skills needed in order for them to grant their wishes themselves.
Clow had never, ever mastered this art. Perhaps it was something to do with his personality, though he tended to be quiet and self-effacing to those who didn't know him well (the arrogance was only visible from a certain distance, knowing him before and after and seeing the way his plans and his mind worked). Perhaps it was something to do with his power, which tended to carve, even if controlled precisely.
In any case, it was nearly impossible for him to leave a project without his own little marks on it, the signature of a master craftsman. She didn't understand why he felt the need to be involved in this one, however.
"Round windows," he suggested, reaching around her shoulder and sketching them into the drawing. His silk shirtsleeve slid across her bare collarbone and instead of shivering she glared.
"My house," she reminded. "Mine."
"You told me you thought that the design would be boring," he said, sketching the porch a little wider before setting down the pencil and wrapping his arms around her neck. He kissed her right beneath her earlobe, already trying to appease her annoyance, but she brushed off his advance.
"No, you assumed that's what I meant when I asked for advice," she returned, picking up the pencil and poking him in the wrist with the eraser.
"Since Yuuko-chan never asks for advice, I assumed it was serious," he replied, stealing back the pencil and adding to her drawing. Her house was starting to look Western, almost Victorian, and she scratched him with her fingernails and rescued her pencil before it could become any less Japanese.
"No more helping," she said firmly. "Except with the spells. Find me a suitable dimension to work in."
"Mine," he said cheerfully, kissing the nape of her neck, his hands creeping down her shoulders.
"Remind me never to ask for your advice again," she answered, her voice dry, turning her head to capture him for a kiss.
"There is always time," he lied, his hands gentle, and she let him lie. He left his fingerprints everywhere, that Clow Reed, even in her life, which had been so free of complications before he'd came to her wearing that awful grin.
"Time enough," she said, truthfully, and she set her pencil down for now.