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storypaint) wrote2010-05-06 02:02 pm
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[xxxHOLiC] Steamed (Clow/Yuuko)
Title: Steamed
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 501 words
Prompt: Icon prompt for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lady_kikyou.
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko established
Other: PG-13 for sexual themes and nudity.
Excerpt: The world was soft and blurry, as he hadn't yet located his glasses, and he was humming a little under his breath when Yuuko struck.
There were few things better than an afternoon bath, in Clow's opinion, and he was reveling in the afterglow, feeling the steam rising from his skin and the warm flush across his face as he combed out his ponytail. The world was soft and blurry, as he hadn't yet located his glasses, and he was humming a little under his breath when Yuuko struck.
He tended to be the one chasing after her, not the other way around; her dignity and professed dislike of him wouldn't allow for that. But here she was, wrapping her arms around him from behind, fingers twitching at the tie of his bath towel. He grinned slowly, easily, and did not move. He didn't want to scare her off, after all.
"I thought you'd be in there until you melted," she mumbled against his back, pressing close to him. The brush of her silken curves made him shut his eyes in pleasure, but he wasn't going to lose the game. Not yet. He picked up his glasses and put them on.
"Isn't it only witches that melt in water?" he muttered back gently. She ran her nails gently across the slope of his stomach as she contemplated that statement, and then slid down, lazily, to her knees on the bathroom floor, puddled in her kimono. Clow turned his head to see what she was doing, and that was when she struck again, biting his hipbone roughly.
He cried out in surprise, not quite sure at first if that was arousing or painful, when she raked her fingernails underneath the towel and yanked it off.
"You let the water get cold, you idiot," she said, scowling and getting to her feet, balling up the towel and throwing it over her shoulder. In his nakedness, facing her irritation, Clow felt more than usually vulnerable, but he knew that if he tried to cover himself, he'd never hear the end of it.
"I'm terribly sorry, darling," he answered sincerely, not mentioning that it would be a work of seconds to reheat it. His hip burned; he'd have a mark there tomorrow.
"Selfish," she said, shaking her head and crossing her arms. "Tomorrow we'll have to share or I'll never get any hot water."
"I'll have to make that sacrifice," he agreed cheerfully-- the danger had passed. He leaned over to grab another towel, but she took his arm instead and pulled him out of the bathroom, mischief on her face.
"I'm not exactly presentable," he began to protest, but then she pressed him back against the wall and informed him that being presentable wasn't really necessary, one hand pressing down on his bruised hip in a good, though painful way as she kissed his neck.
"Presentable enough," she answered, pulling him into her bedroom.
The next day, she left a corresponding mark on his other hip, because he really did not have to look so smug.
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 501 words
Prompt: Icon prompt for
lady_kikyou.Pairing: Clow/Yuuko established
Other: PG-13 for sexual themes and nudity.
Excerpt: The world was soft and blurry, as he hadn't yet located his glasses, and he was humming a little under his breath when Yuuko struck.
There were few things better than an afternoon bath, in Clow's opinion, and he was reveling in the afterglow, feeling the steam rising from his skin and the warm flush across his face as he combed out his ponytail. The world was soft and blurry, as he hadn't yet located his glasses, and he was humming a little under his breath when Yuuko struck.
He tended to be the one chasing after her, not the other way around; her dignity and professed dislike of him wouldn't allow for that. But here she was, wrapping her arms around him from behind, fingers twitching at the tie of his bath towel. He grinned slowly, easily, and did not move. He didn't want to scare her off, after all.
"I thought you'd be in there until you melted," she mumbled against his back, pressing close to him. The brush of her silken curves made him shut his eyes in pleasure, but he wasn't going to lose the game. Not yet. He picked up his glasses and put them on.
"Isn't it only witches that melt in water?" he muttered back gently. She ran her nails gently across the slope of his stomach as she contemplated that statement, and then slid down, lazily, to her knees on the bathroom floor, puddled in her kimono. Clow turned his head to see what she was doing, and that was when she struck again, biting his hipbone roughly.
He cried out in surprise, not quite sure at first if that was arousing or painful, when she raked her fingernails underneath the towel and yanked it off.
"You let the water get cold, you idiot," she said, scowling and getting to her feet, balling up the towel and throwing it over her shoulder. In his nakedness, facing her irritation, Clow felt more than usually vulnerable, but he knew that if he tried to cover himself, he'd never hear the end of it.
"I'm terribly sorry, darling," he answered sincerely, not mentioning that it would be a work of seconds to reheat it. His hip burned; he'd have a mark there tomorrow.
"Selfish," she said, shaking her head and crossing her arms. "Tomorrow we'll have to share or I'll never get any hot water."
"I'll have to make that sacrifice," he agreed cheerfully-- the danger had passed. He leaned over to grab another towel, but she took his arm instead and pulled him out of the bathroom, mischief on her face.
"I'm not exactly presentable," he began to protest, but then she pressed him back against the wall and informed him that being presentable wasn't really necessary, one hand pressing down on his bruised hip in a good, though painful way as she kissed his neck.
"Presentable enough," she answered, pulling him into her bedroom.
The next day, she left a corresponding mark on his other hip, because he really did not have to look so smug.