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storypaint) wrote2009-09-01 03:39 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-09-01 03:39 pm
Captured (Clow/Yuuko)
Title: Captured
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 372 words
Prompt: Self-prompt: an explanation of how that splashpage with Yuuko sitting at Clow's feet came to be.
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko; Yue
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "What sort of an expression is that?" she said, scowling at his pleading face. After a long moment, she stomped back over and pulled the ottoman near to the couch.
"I don't want to sit on the floor," Yuuko said, instead taking a seat familiarly between his legs. There was room; he was spread out on the couch like some sort of sultan, giving her more reason to sulk. It was Clow's couch, but she always appropriated it when she visited.
Yue frowned and emerged from behind the camera. He hadn't really been enthusiastic about this in the first place.
"You're going to wrinkle my clothes," Clow complained. She leaned back against his leg purposely. It was wrinkling her good clothes too, but she wasn't going to lose this one.
"What's the big deal?" she demanded.
Clow sat up straight, sighing and carefully pulling fabric from underneath her.
Finally he said, "Mother wanted a photograph."
"And you can't share the couch because--?"
He looked away. "You know they're very traditional--"
She poked him in the chest. "I know your mother is a Li, even if she is a Reed now. Do you expect me to believe she drapes herself across the floor in family photographs?"
"Are we a family now?" He half-smiled.
"I'm not going to do it," she said, gaze stormy.
"I'll make dinner."
"You'd do that anyway."
"Have I told you how lovely--"
"Not working."
"Please, Yuuko?"
"No."
She got up from the couch and turned to leave the room. Yue moved aside. Clow stood and grabbed her hand. She turned back to look at his offending grasp.
"Clow."
"For me?" He took her hand in both of his own.
"What sort of an expression is that?" she said, scowling at his pleading face. After a long moment, she stomped back over and pulled the ottoman near to the couch.
"I'll sit on this. And you owe me dinner. And other things I haven't thought of yet."
"I owe you a lot of things," he answered cheerfully, pausing to kiss her hand before repositioning himself.
Yue sighed quietly and took the picture. He wasn't surprised when it was developed showing Yuuko's bored expression.
He was a little surprised when she let Clow send it to his family. Then again, Clow was always in her debt for some reason or another. He'd be making up for this one for years.
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 372 words
Prompt: Self-prompt: an explanation of how that splashpage with Yuuko sitting at Clow's feet came to be.
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko; Yue
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "What sort of an expression is that?" she said, scowling at his pleading face. After a long moment, she stomped back over and pulled the ottoman near to the couch.
"I don't want to sit on the floor," Yuuko said, instead taking a seat familiarly between his legs. There was room; he was spread out on the couch like some sort of sultan, giving her more reason to sulk. It was Clow's couch, but she always appropriated it when she visited.
Yue frowned and emerged from behind the camera. He hadn't really been enthusiastic about this in the first place.
"You're going to wrinkle my clothes," Clow complained. She leaned back against his leg purposely. It was wrinkling her good clothes too, but she wasn't going to lose this one.
"What's the big deal?" she demanded.
Clow sat up straight, sighing and carefully pulling fabric from underneath her.
Finally he said, "Mother wanted a photograph."
"And you can't share the couch because--?"
He looked away. "You know they're very traditional--"
She poked him in the chest. "I know your mother is a Li, even if she is a Reed now. Do you expect me to believe she drapes herself across the floor in family photographs?"
"Are we a family now?" He half-smiled.
"I'm not going to do it," she said, gaze stormy.
"I'll make dinner."
"You'd do that anyway."
"Have I told you how lovely--"
"Not working."
"Please, Yuuko?"
"No."
She got up from the couch and turned to leave the room. Yue moved aside. Clow stood and grabbed her hand. She turned back to look at his offending grasp.
"Clow."
"For me?" He took her hand in both of his own.
"What sort of an expression is that?" she said, scowling at his pleading face. After a long moment, she stomped back over and pulled the ottoman near to the couch.
"I'll sit on this. And you owe me dinner. And other things I haven't thought of yet."
"I owe you a lot of things," he answered cheerfully, pausing to kiss her hand before repositioning himself.
Yue sighed quietly and took the picture. He wasn't surprised when it was developed showing Yuuko's bored expression.
He was a little surprised when she let Clow send it to his family. Then again, Clow was always in her debt for some reason or another. He'd be making up for this one for years.
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