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Visions of Sugarplums (Clow/Yuuko)
Title: Visions of Sugarplums
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 1248 words
Prompt: Christmas card fic for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chibidl
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Other: PG for sexual implications
Excerpt: She found him in the backyard, stringing garlands of popcorn onto a lovely pine tree and humming Christmas carols under his breath. He was wearing a beaten pair of yellow mittens and matching scarf that Cerberus had made for him last Christmas, and one of the brightest grins she had ever seen.
She found him in the backyard, stringing garlands of popcorn onto a lovely pine tree and humming Christmas carols under his breath. He was wearing a beaten pair of yellow mittens and matching scarf that Cerberus had made for him last Christmas, and one of the brightest grins she had ever seen.
"The custom is to bring the tree indoors," she said, clutching the hood of her coat closer, and Clow furrowed his brow.
"But that would mean its death for my amusement. Certainly not. This way, it can make the other trees in the yard jealous."
She just had to snicker. For a man of such different heritages, he certainly loved the Christmas season. No one would be celebrating it this way in Japan for quite a while, but that didn't stop him.
He handed her one end of the garland, and when she just looked at him, took it back and wove it around the tree, stepping back to admire his handiwork.
"When we were children, we made these for our tree," he said, rubbing his mittens together, his eyes far away. "Usually we got an orange for Christmas, but one year my father carved me a little wooden horse. My mother taught me how to make it move. Of course, then I had to do the same trick for my brother's and sister's horses."
Yuuko didn't reply right away. Clow didn't talk about his family much. She knew he was the eldest of three who lived, and that he had had a happy, full childhood, but he always seemed reluctant to share anything about it. It had been so very long ago. Perhaps he missed being a kid. She wouldn't put it past him.
"It's too cold to stand outside," she said, turning to look at him, and without warning, he leaned down and stole a kiss. She frowned at him, though his lips were warm and she only minded because he hadn't asked.
"Mistletoe," he said, winking, and she looked up incredulously to see him holding a branch above her head.
"You sneaky pair of glasses," she muttered, taking his hand and pulling him toward the house. Snow was beginning to fall, little flakes that shone like diamonds in her hair.
"You'd better have mulled wine."
*
He did, of course, and Christmas cookies, so she settled herself on the couch in front of a brazier and watched, amused, as Cerberus made a fair attempt at sleeping in his master's lap, managing mostly just his front half and letting his back legs dangle off the chair. He was wearing a Christmas sweater, red with snowflakes and holes for his wings, and snoring noisily.
They sat in near-silence for a while. Without words, there could be no arguments, but there could also be no banter. Still, the quiet was comfortable, broken by the crackle of the fire and Cerberus's half-asleep mutterings. Yue had gone to bed already.
"He'll never drink something you've sent here again," Clow said with a chuckle.
"You told him the eggnog was from me?" Yuuko pouted.
"I didn't want him mad at me," Clow pointed out. "I thought it was pretty good eggnog, all the same."
"I thought it was a strange payment," she replied, sipping her wine, "and I wasn't going to drink it."
He shook his head. "You just don't appreciate the Christmas spirit."
"It's not the same here," she answered after a moment. "In a few decades, it will be another Valentine's Day. And given that we've met the creator of the world and he seems to be a little short on halos and hands, I'm surprised that you're still interested in it."
Clow shook his head again, more vehemently. He spent a long, careful moment extracting himself from Cerberus's grip, letting the beast rest on the chair alone, and then he took her hands and pulled her away from the cozy room.
The music room was light and airy in the summer, but at the moment it was chilly and dark. Before she could protest, he gave her the coat he'd grabbed on his way out of the family room. She tucked it around herself, smelling pipesmoke and pine trees. Somehow he managed to smell like pine all year long, but it was strongest in this season. Her hands in the pockets found Cerberus's gloves, but she didn't put them on. Some things just weren't for her.
He sat down at the piano, pushing back his tunic like the tails of a tuxedo, but Clow always had a flair for drama, and she was unsurprised. She followed, half-wrapped in his coat (much too large for her, and if it hadn't been cold, she wouldn't have bothered), and he made room on the bench for her.
"Christmas is about family," Clow said, before he began to play. She shut her eyes and listened, wondering when it was that she'd become a member of this family, dear to an obstinate magician and his creations. It had happened slowly, over a period of years, as he'd wormed his way into her home, her heart, her bed. This wasn't their first Christmas together, nor would it be their last. As he played a quiet hymn, she found that she wasn't even particularly angry about it. They had been tied together, even since they met. It had been a fateful meeting. Even when he was being annoying or dorky, she was drawn to him.
When he finished with his song, she gave him two breaths of silence before she started playing the right hand melody to "Heart and Soul," which was the only song she'd ever bothered to learn for piano (despite the fact that it hadn't been written yet, or at least, made famous by a songwriter rediscovering the tune). He snickered and nudged her, but picked up the bass part for a few beats before his right hand crept over and took hers from the keyboard. He kissed her fingers and then kissed her again.
"More mistletoe!" he said, grinning, when the kiss broke. She looked up.
"It's cheating when you know where to put it," she said, rolling her eyes.
"It just means I have a slight advantage," he said, his smile soft as he leaned down to kiss her forehead.
"Cheating," she said firmly, getting up from the bench, intending to return to the warm living room. He reached out and caught her sleeve, pulling her back down onto his lap. This time, however, she leaned up and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his.
"Merry Christmas," she said. "I will let you get away with it, just once."
He grinned brightly. "Only once?"
She snickered. "I suppose we could see where else you've put up greenery."
"Actually," he said, trying to sound innocent, "there is some above my bed."
"Imagine that. I can't think why that would be," she said, lifting an eyebrow.
"Visions of sugarplums and all that?"
She crossed her arms over her breasts and just stared. After a moment, he gave in and laughed.
"If we don't go to sleep, Santa Claus will be late," he tried.
"I don't think sleep is what you had in mind," she answered, but she slid off his lap and headed for the stairs, tossing clothing as she went. He wasn't far behind.
Outside, the snow slid softly down.
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 1248 words
Prompt: Christmas card fic for
chibidlPairing: Clow/Yuuko
Other: PG for sexual implications
Excerpt: She found him in the backyard, stringing garlands of popcorn onto a lovely pine tree and humming Christmas carols under his breath. He was wearing a beaten pair of yellow mittens and matching scarf that Cerberus had made for him last Christmas, and one of the brightest grins she had ever seen.
She found him in the backyard, stringing garlands of popcorn onto a lovely pine tree and humming Christmas carols under his breath. He was wearing a beaten pair of yellow mittens and matching scarf that Cerberus had made for him last Christmas, and one of the brightest grins she had ever seen.
"The custom is to bring the tree indoors," she said, clutching the hood of her coat closer, and Clow furrowed his brow.
"But that would mean its death for my amusement. Certainly not. This way, it can make the other trees in the yard jealous."
She just had to snicker. For a man of such different heritages, he certainly loved the Christmas season. No one would be celebrating it this way in Japan for quite a while, but that didn't stop him.
He handed her one end of the garland, and when she just looked at him, took it back and wove it around the tree, stepping back to admire his handiwork.
"When we were children, we made these for our tree," he said, rubbing his mittens together, his eyes far away. "Usually we got an orange for Christmas, but one year my father carved me a little wooden horse. My mother taught me how to make it move. Of course, then I had to do the same trick for my brother's and sister's horses."
Yuuko didn't reply right away. Clow didn't talk about his family much. She knew he was the eldest of three who lived, and that he had had a happy, full childhood, but he always seemed reluctant to share anything about it. It had been so very long ago. Perhaps he missed being a kid. She wouldn't put it past him.
"It's too cold to stand outside," she said, turning to look at him, and without warning, he leaned down and stole a kiss. She frowned at him, though his lips were warm and she only minded because he hadn't asked.
"Mistletoe," he said, winking, and she looked up incredulously to see him holding a branch above her head.
"You sneaky pair of glasses," she muttered, taking his hand and pulling him toward the house. Snow was beginning to fall, little flakes that shone like diamonds in her hair.
"You'd better have mulled wine."
*
He did, of course, and Christmas cookies, so she settled herself on the couch in front of a brazier and watched, amused, as Cerberus made a fair attempt at sleeping in his master's lap, managing mostly just his front half and letting his back legs dangle off the chair. He was wearing a Christmas sweater, red with snowflakes and holes for his wings, and snoring noisily.
They sat in near-silence for a while. Without words, there could be no arguments, but there could also be no banter. Still, the quiet was comfortable, broken by the crackle of the fire and Cerberus's half-asleep mutterings. Yue had gone to bed already.
"He'll never drink something you've sent here again," Clow said with a chuckle.
"You told him the eggnog was from me?" Yuuko pouted.
"I didn't want him mad at me," Clow pointed out. "I thought it was pretty good eggnog, all the same."
"I thought it was a strange payment," she replied, sipping her wine, "and I wasn't going to drink it."
He shook his head. "You just don't appreciate the Christmas spirit."
"It's not the same here," she answered after a moment. "In a few decades, it will be another Valentine's Day. And given that we've met the creator of the world and he seems to be a little short on halos and hands, I'm surprised that you're still interested in it."
Clow shook his head again, more vehemently. He spent a long, careful moment extracting himself from Cerberus's grip, letting the beast rest on the chair alone, and then he took her hands and pulled her away from the cozy room.
The music room was light and airy in the summer, but at the moment it was chilly and dark. Before she could protest, he gave her the coat he'd grabbed on his way out of the family room. She tucked it around herself, smelling pipesmoke and pine trees. Somehow he managed to smell like pine all year long, but it was strongest in this season. Her hands in the pockets found Cerberus's gloves, but she didn't put them on. Some things just weren't for her.
He sat down at the piano, pushing back his tunic like the tails of a tuxedo, but Clow always had a flair for drama, and she was unsurprised. She followed, half-wrapped in his coat (much too large for her, and if it hadn't been cold, she wouldn't have bothered), and he made room on the bench for her.
"Christmas is about family," Clow said, before he began to play. She shut her eyes and listened, wondering when it was that she'd become a member of this family, dear to an obstinate magician and his creations. It had happened slowly, over a period of years, as he'd wormed his way into her home, her heart, her bed. This wasn't their first Christmas together, nor would it be their last. As he played a quiet hymn, she found that she wasn't even particularly angry about it. They had been tied together, even since they met. It had been a fateful meeting. Even when he was being annoying or dorky, she was drawn to him.
When he finished with his song, she gave him two breaths of silence before she started playing the right hand melody to "Heart and Soul," which was the only song she'd ever bothered to learn for piano (despite the fact that it hadn't been written yet, or at least, made famous by a songwriter rediscovering the tune). He snickered and nudged her, but picked up the bass part for a few beats before his right hand crept over and took hers from the keyboard. He kissed her fingers and then kissed her again.
"More mistletoe!" he said, grinning, when the kiss broke. She looked up.
"It's cheating when you know where to put it," she said, rolling her eyes.
"It just means I have a slight advantage," he said, his smile soft as he leaned down to kiss her forehead.
"Cheating," she said firmly, getting up from the bench, intending to return to the warm living room. He reached out and caught her sleeve, pulling her back down onto his lap. This time, however, she leaned up and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his.
"Merry Christmas," she said. "I will let you get away with it, just once."
He grinned brightly. "Only once?"
She snickered. "I suppose we could see where else you've put up greenery."
"Actually," he said, trying to sound innocent, "there is some above my bed."
"Imagine that. I can't think why that would be," she said, lifting an eyebrow.
"Visions of sugarplums and all that?"
She crossed her arms over her breasts and just stared. After a moment, he gave in and laughed.
"If we don't go to sleep, Santa Claus will be late," he tried.
"I don't think sleep is what you had in mind," she answered, but she slid off his lap and headed for the stairs, tossing clothing as she went. He wasn't far behind.
Outside, the snow slid softly down.
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