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Tasted (Clow/Yuuko)
Title: Tasted
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 901 words
Prompt: see lyric prompt below the cut
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Other: Some sexual references. Twelfth in a series; table of contents.
Excerpt: So whenever Clow was making something, Yuuko would often be found in the kitchen, sitting up on the counter and teasing him as he went along, or at the table with a bottle of liquor and an anticipatory look.
She liked to watch him cook, even more than she liked to watch him work magic. Magic was magic, after all-- it was supposed to be mysterious and exciting. But cooking was a mundane thing that had nearly as much power. It worked in a similar way-- from pieces, one produced a whole-- and just as a magic circle was unique to an individual, a cook's dishes were unique to their maker.
So whenever Clow was making something, Yuuko would often be found in the kitchen, sitting up on the counter and teasing him as he went along, or at the table with a bottle of liquor and an anticipatory look. The night that he made Mokona's Christmas candy was no exception. She had chosen to perch herself in the chair at the head of the table, resting her head in her hands and watching him flutter around the kitchen in shirtsleeves, gathering ingredients and adding them to the bowl.
They'd built the sealing jars when they made the Mokona, and Yuuko had tucked them away in the storeroom for the appropriate time. It almost seemed wrong to give them as a gift, even with the candy inside. They had created the little ones for a purpose, but they were like children. When they woke, Clow would be gone and their own journey only beginning. They weren't too young... but their innocence wouldn't last much longer.
It was best to see the world as it truly was, as deeply as one could truly see. They both agreed about that. But innocence was a precious thing, impossible to get back when it was gone, and the Mokona were going to lose theirs. For the sake of futures-- many futures-- but Clow and Yuuko still felt a little guilty.
It would be good candy, at least. Clow would make sure of that.
Yuuko, on the other hand, was a marvelous taste-tester, which was part of the reason she liked watching him cook. She always stole a few tidbits.
She watched him patiently stir the candy mixture, enjoying the heat from the stove and the humming he was doing under his breath. The warmth made her content and sleepy.
"I thought you wanted to make sure this was perfect for Mokona?" Clow said, his voice low and amused. She quit dozing.
"Of course!" she answered, opening her eyes again. He was still standing at the stove, but as she watched, he dipped a spoon into the mixture. After blowing on it so it would be less hot, he used his fingertip to taste first. He nodded his approval before sitting down next to Yuuko and passing her the spoon.
She gave him a look for tasting it first, which she really thought should have been her own privilege, but then she stuck the spoon in her mouth and savored. It was still a little hot, but sweet, with a light, fluffy texture.
"Wonderful!" she pronounced, extracting the spoon. Clow chuckled.
"I'm glad it meets your approval."
He reached out and stroked her cheek, a small touch, but he'd been touching her more lately. And she'd been letting him, furthermore. They were picking up the relationship that they'd had before her death, before parenting the Mokona. She'd thought he wouldn't break down her barriers twice, but here it was again. He was a tricky mage.
She took his hand in hers and very deliberately, sucked at his finger. His eyes widened. She let him go and grinned devilishly, licking her lips.
"I cleaned your finger for you," she said. Clow blinked slowly.
"From your taste-testing," she clarified, still grinning.
"I see," he said, "but, did you know, you have a little left here--"
He leaned forward and kissed the corner of her mouth. It might have gone on further from there, except that an acrid stench interrupted, and a small cloud of smoke. His face fell.
"The candy!"
He jumped up from the table and rushed to the stove, but the damage was done. He switched the burner off and sighed. Yuuko came up behind him and studied the damage. It didn't take long for candy to burn, unattended. She was secretly glad she wasn't going to be washing that pot.
He looked back at her, for a moment stern-faced, but then he just laughed. "Yuuko, couldn't you have saved that for a more convenient moment?"
"Things happen when they are supposed to," she purred.
He leaned over and poked her nose. "You just wanted to do that."
"Maybe," she admitted. "But you can just make it again."
He sighed in fake sorrow. "You say that so easily."
"This time make extra. I want some too!" she said, nudging him.
"All right, all right," he consented. "Go to sleep. I'll make a new batch in the morning."
"Yay!" she said cheerfully. He looked down at the pot again, trying to decide if he wanted to clean it now or leave it until morning.
"I get to sleep with the Mokona," she declared, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek before darting away. He didn't even mind sleeping on the couch, then. And she'd take the Mokona home with her tomorrow anyway, and he could finish his task without the distraction of his taste-tester.
In the morning, he woke her with chocolate.
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 901 words
Prompt: see lyric prompt below the cut
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Other: Some sexual references. Twelfth in a series; table of contents.
Excerpt: So whenever Clow was making something, Yuuko would often be found in the kitchen, sitting up on the counter and teasing him as he went along, or at the table with a bottle of liquor and an anticipatory look.
Well, don't you fret, and don't be blue
You had me and I had you
It was a good life
It was a good, good life
-Jill Sobule, A Good Life
She liked to watch him cook, even more than she liked to watch him work magic. Magic was magic, after all-- it was supposed to be mysterious and exciting. But cooking was a mundane thing that had nearly as much power. It worked in a similar way-- from pieces, one produced a whole-- and just as a magic circle was unique to an individual, a cook's dishes were unique to their maker.
So whenever Clow was making something, Yuuko would often be found in the kitchen, sitting up on the counter and teasing him as he went along, or at the table with a bottle of liquor and an anticipatory look. The night that he made Mokona's Christmas candy was no exception. She had chosen to perch herself in the chair at the head of the table, resting her head in her hands and watching him flutter around the kitchen in shirtsleeves, gathering ingredients and adding them to the bowl.
They'd built the sealing jars when they made the Mokona, and Yuuko had tucked them away in the storeroom for the appropriate time. It almost seemed wrong to give them as a gift, even with the candy inside. They had created the little ones for a purpose, but they were like children. When they woke, Clow would be gone and their own journey only beginning. They weren't too young... but their innocence wouldn't last much longer.
It was best to see the world as it truly was, as deeply as one could truly see. They both agreed about that. But innocence was a precious thing, impossible to get back when it was gone, and the Mokona were going to lose theirs. For the sake of futures-- many futures-- but Clow and Yuuko still felt a little guilty.
It would be good candy, at least. Clow would make sure of that.
Yuuko, on the other hand, was a marvelous taste-tester, which was part of the reason she liked watching him cook. She always stole a few tidbits.
She watched him patiently stir the candy mixture, enjoying the heat from the stove and the humming he was doing under his breath. The warmth made her content and sleepy.
"I thought you wanted to make sure this was perfect for Mokona?" Clow said, his voice low and amused. She quit dozing.
"Of course!" she answered, opening her eyes again. He was still standing at the stove, but as she watched, he dipped a spoon into the mixture. After blowing on it so it would be less hot, he used his fingertip to taste first. He nodded his approval before sitting down next to Yuuko and passing her the spoon.
She gave him a look for tasting it first, which she really thought should have been her own privilege, but then she stuck the spoon in her mouth and savored. It was still a little hot, but sweet, with a light, fluffy texture.
"Wonderful!" she pronounced, extracting the spoon. Clow chuckled.
"I'm glad it meets your approval."
He reached out and stroked her cheek, a small touch, but he'd been touching her more lately. And she'd been letting him, furthermore. They were picking up the relationship that they'd had before her death, before parenting the Mokona. She'd thought he wouldn't break down her barriers twice, but here it was again. He was a tricky mage.
She took his hand in hers and very deliberately, sucked at his finger. His eyes widened. She let him go and grinned devilishly, licking her lips.
"I cleaned your finger for you," she said. Clow blinked slowly.
"From your taste-testing," she clarified, still grinning.
"I see," he said, "but, did you know, you have a little left here--"
He leaned forward and kissed the corner of her mouth. It might have gone on further from there, except that an acrid stench interrupted, and a small cloud of smoke. His face fell.
"The candy!"
He jumped up from the table and rushed to the stove, but the damage was done. He switched the burner off and sighed. Yuuko came up behind him and studied the damage. It didn't take long for candy to burn, unattended. She was secretly glad she wasn't going to be washing that pot.
He looked back at her, for a moment stern-faced, but then he just laughed. "Yuuko, couldn't you have saved that for a more convenient moment?"
"Things happen when they are supposed to," she purred.
He leaned over and poked her nose. "You just wanted to do that."
"Maybe," she admitted. "But you can just make it again."
He sighed in fake sorrow. "You say that so easily."
"This time make extra. I want some too!" she said, nudging him.
"All right, all right," he consented. "Go to sleep. I'll make a new batch in the morning."
"Yay!" she said cheerfully. He looked down at the pot again, trying to decide if he wanted to clean it now or leave it until morning.
"I get to sleep with the Mokona," she declared, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek before darting away. He didn't even mind sleeping on the couch, then. And she'd take the Mokona home with her tomorrow anyway, and he could finish his task without the distraction of his taste-tester.
In the morning, he woke her with chocolate.