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storypaint) wrote2009-09-22 08:22 am
storypaint) wrote2009-09-22 08:22 am
Handiwork (Clow/Yuuko)
Title: Handiwork
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 220 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writing_game Week 64: PC+3, Hipbone
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Other: PG for sexual implications.
Excerpt: "Checking the fit," he answered, hands drifting up to skim the bare skin of her back.
"Well?" Yuuko said, twirling around so that the dress flowed just so. "What do you think?"
"Good craftsmanship," Clow answered, returning her smile. He knew it wasn't the answer she wanted, and was amused but unsurprised by her scowl.
"You would say that about your own work," she muttered, giving him a look. The dress was gauzy, flowing, and her hair fell loose down the open back, only pulled back lazily from her eyes with a pearl clip. She looked lovely, and she knew it. He knew it too, which was why he gave up his teasing and stepped close enough to run his hands down her waist, resting them on her hips.
"What?" she asked, her eyes half-lidded.
"Checking the fit," he answered, hands drifting up to skim the bare skin of her back.
"I think," she said, leaning forward and up so that her lips were nearly brushing his, "that you just wanted to touch me."
"That too," he admitted easily, stealing a kiss. It lasted only a moment, the brief parting of lips a promise, but then she darted back out of reach. She giggled to see the disappointment flit briefly across his face.
"Time to try on something else!" she announced, slipping back behind the curtain.
Clow only waited for a moment before he grinned and followed.
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 220 words
Prompt:
writing_game Week 64: PC+3, HipbonePairing: Clow/Yuuko
Other: PG for sexual implications.
Excerpt: "Checking the fit," he answered, hands drifting up to skim the bare skin of her back.
"Well?" Yuuko said, twirling around so that the dress flowed just so. "What do you think?"
"Good craftsmanship," Clow answered, returning her smile. He knew it wasn't the answer she wanted, and was amused but unsurprised by her scowl.
"You would say that about your own work," she muttered, giving him a look. The dress was gauzy, flowing, and her hair fell loose down the open back, only pulled back lazily from her eyes with a pearl clip. She looked lovely, and she knew it. He knew it too, which was why he gave up his teasing and stepped close enough to run his hands down her waist, resting them on her hips.
"What?" she asked, her eyes half-lidded.
"Checking the fit," he answered, hands drifting up to skim the bare skin of her back.
"I think," she said, leaning forward and up so that her lips were nearly brushing his, "that you just wanted to touch me."
"That too," he admitted easily, stealing a kiss. It lasted only a moment, the brief parting of lips a promise, but then she darted back out of reach. She giggled to see the disappointment flit briefly across his face.
"Time to try on something else!" she announced, slipping back behind the curtain.
Clow only waited for a moment before he grinned and followed.