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storypaint) wrote2009-07-21 01:00 am
storypaint) wrote2009-07-21 01:00 am
if I'm happy in your hands (Clow/Yuuko)
Title: if I'm happy in your hands
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 329 words
Prompt: none
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "You are, in fact, ridiculous," she told him (more than) once.
She said, "Call me Yuuko," and he could taste her true name underneath. His lips curved with the knowledge, but he was a gentleman first, always, and never spoke the word, even when her hand was hot on his skin, her lips persistent.
He would not give her lies; he knew they were her protection and he didn't begrudge her that, but he had no need for the same courtesy. He was Clow Reed, and thus he presented himself, a man of tricks and smiles and cracking, breaking brilliance.
"You are, in fact, ridiculous," she told him (more than) once. They were sitting with their backs pressed together on a hill overlooking the city. There was a bottle between them, now empty. There were twin grins.
"As you are a 'quiet child,'" he replied, referencing the name she'd given him when they'd met. An illusion of a butterfly hovered on his fingertip. She reached back and passed her hand through it, and then took it from him, balancing the magic against her own. The wings fluttered. She blew on the creature, a puff from bright-red lips, and it dissolved into smoke.
"Once," she said, sighing, and he bit back her real name again. He knew it, and thereby, knew her at three, at eight, at twelve, at now. She hadn't been quiet, ever.
"When you sleep," he answered, shifting to kiss her forehead, ignoring her growl and instead noticing the way her hand drifted across his shoulder.
"Perhaps," she agreed lazily. She painted letters into the air-- C, L, O, W. They glowed for a brief moment, and then disappeared. He had started teaching her English, among the other things they were learning (from each other, with each other, when they were apart).
"What does Clow mean?" she asked, her fingertips a tease on his neck.
"Yuuko's," he answered after a moment. He couldn't tell the truth all the time, after all.
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 329 words
Prompt: none
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "You are, in fact, ridiculous," she told him (more than) once.
She said, "Call me Yuuko," and he could taste her true name underneath. His lips curved with the knowledge, but he was a gentleman first, always, and never spoke the word, even when her hand was hot on his skin, her lips persistent.
He would not give her lies; he knew they were her protection and he didn't begrudge her that, but he had no need for the same courtesy. He was Clow Reed, and thus he presented himself, a man of tricks and smiles and cracking, breaking brilliance.
"You are, in fact, ridiculous," she told him (more than) once. They were sitting with their backs pressed together on a hill overlooking the city. There was a bottle between them, now empty. There were twin grins.
"As you are a 'quiet child,'" he replied, referencing the name she'd given him when they'd met. An illusion of a butterfly hovered on his fingertip. She reached back and passed her hand through it, and then took it from him, balancing the magic against her own. The wings fluttered. She blew on the creature, a puff from bright-red lips, and it dissolved into smoke.
"Once," she said, sighing, and he bit back her real name again. He knew it, and thereby, knew her at three, at eight, at twelve, at now. She hadn't been quiet, ever.
"When you sleep," he answered, shifting to kiss her forehead, ignoring her growl and instead noticing the way her hand drifted across his shoulder.
"Perhaps," she agreed lazily. She painted letters into the air-- C, L, O, W. They glowed for a brief moment, and then disappeared. He had started teaching her English, among the other things they were learning (from each other, with each other, when they were apart).
"What does Clow mean?" she asked, her fingertips a tease on his neck.
"Yuuko's," he answered after a moment. He couldn't tell the truth all the time, after all.