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Apologetics (Clow/Yuuko)
Title: Apologetics
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 527 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic: author's choice, author's choice, love means always having to say you're sorry
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Other: PG for sensuality.
Excerpt: He learned that loving her meant that he always had to apologize, even if he was in the right. In fact, sometimes he had to apologize a lot. He was always smoothing down her anger, as if she were an irritable cat.
Clow believed that every person that you met changed you, no matter how little. Every person that you loved changed you a lot.
It was a theory that Yuuko could agree with, and one she would repeat, piecemeal, to a boy who needed someone to care for him so that he could exist in their world.
(It was easier to say after Clow was gone. She had such difficulty agreeing with him when he was alive. It was something to do with his satisfied smirk.)
Loving Yuuko taught Clow many things. She, perhaps, changed him the most of everyone that he met. It was he who first referred to her with the butterfly symbology; he who sewed the kimono that she eventually died in.
She humbled him, sometimes painfully. She taught him how to love someone in a manner that didn't fall apart-- how to deal with the quirks and curiosities that made two people different. He learned that loving her meant that he always had to apologize, even if he was in the right. In fact, sometimes he had to apologize a lot. He was always smoothing down her anger, as if she were an irritable cat, stroking her annoyance away with sweet words and soft kisses, presents and promises.
"Go away," she said again, not responding to his lips on her brow, or on her earlobe, or her cheek.
"I'm sorry, dearest," he answered, breathing on her neck. He reached out to take her hand, and after a momentary pause, she let him have it, regal as ever.
"You're constantly apologizing," she said as he pressed kisses onto her palm. She leaned back lazily against the divan as his mouth traveled to her wrist, sucking gently, and then down her arm to the crook of her elbow.
"You seem to like it," he said, with a chuckle against her skin. He reached for her other hand, kissing her hand and pressing it against his neck. He was forgiven, he assumed, from the way that her fingers traced down across his pulse and slipped for a moment into his collar. He sighed happily and pulled her into his lap.
"You could stop doing the things that you need to apologize for," she said, sounding amused as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"And end your primary source of entertainment? I think not," he answered, kissing the corner of her mouth. She snickered before shifting to catch his lips with her own.
"I think you just want me to die early," she muttered when the kiss broke. "A slow death, driven to insanity by a ridiculous magician."
"Never," he promised. "I would that you outlive me by many years."
She stiffened, leaning up to bite his earlobe hard. He squeaked a protest.
"Don't make that wish," she growled, before pulling free from his embrace and stalking away. Clow did not sigh, as he might have when this relationship was new. He simply picked himself up off her couch and followed.
"I'm sorry," he said. "That was not my intention."
And then patiently he began to smooth away her annoyance again.
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 527 words
Prompt:
comment_fic: author's choice, author's choice, love means always having to say you're sorryPairing: Clow/Yuuko
Other: PG for sensuality.
Excerpt: He learned that loving her meant that he always had to apologize, even if he was in the right. In fact, sometimes he had to apologize a lot. He was always smoothing down her anger, as if she were an irritable cat.
Clow believed that every person that you met changed you, no matter how little. Every person that you loved changed you a lot.
It was a theory that Yuuko could agree with, and one she would repeat, piecemeal, to a boy who needed someone to care for him so that he could exist in their world.
(It was easier to say after Clow was gone. She had such difficulty agreeing with him when he was alive. It was something to do with his satisfied smirk.)
Loving Yuuko taught Clow many things. She, perhaps, changed him the most of everyone that he met. It was he who first referred to her with the butterfly symbology; he who sewed the kimono that she eventually died in.
She humbled him, sometimes painfully. She taught him how to love someone in a manner that didn't fall apart-- how to deal with the quirks and curiosities that made two people different. He learned that loving her meant that he always had to apologize, even if he was in the right. In fact, sometimes he had to apologize a lot. He was always smoothing down her anger, as if she were an irritable cat, stroking her annoyance away with sweet words and soft kisses, presents and promises.
"Go away," she said again, not responding to his lips on her brow, or on her earlobe, or her cheek.
"I'm sorry, dearest," he answered, breathing on her neck. He reached out to take her hand, and after a momentary pause, she let him have it, regal as ever.
"You're constantly apologizing," she said as he pressed kisses onto her palm. She leaned back lazily against the divan as his mouth traveled to her wrist, sucking gently, and then down her arm to the crook of her elbow.
"You seem to like it," he said, with a chuckle against her skin. He reached for her other hand, kissing her hand and pressing it against his neck. He was forgiven, he assumed, from the way that her fingers traced down across his pulse and slipped for a moment into his collar. He sighed happily and pulled her into his lap.
"You could stop doing the things that you need to apologize for," she said, sounding amused as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"And end your primary source of entertainment? I think not," he answered, kissing the corner of her mouth. She snickered before shifting to catch his lips with her own.
"I think you just want me to die early," she muttered when the kiss broke. "A slow death, driven to insanity by a ridiculous magician."
"Never," he promised. "I would that you outlive me by many years."
She stiffened, leaning up to bite his earlobe hard. He squeaked a protest.
"Don't make that wish," she growled, before pulling free from his embrace and stalking away. Clow did not sigh, as he might have when this relationship was new. He simply picked himself up off her couch and followed.
"I'm sorry," he said. "That was not my intention."
And then patiently he began to smooth away her annoyance again.