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storypaint) wrote2010-08-30 10:51 pm
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[xxxHOLiC] indolence (Clow/Yuuko)
Title: indolence
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 311 words
Prompt: come the morning and the day winding like dreams for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chibidl's birthdayfic
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko established
Other: PG for sexual references.
Excerpt: "Stay with me," she murmured into his ear, and he always had a hard time saying no to her, so he didn't. He smiled and pressed a wet kiss to her collarbone, letting her curl up around him.
They spent Thursday in bed because they could, tangled together under the blankets. He licked the back of her knees, tasting the sharpness of her sweat, and her eyes rolled behind her eyelids.
The bedcurtains filtered the daylight to pastels, making it easier to ignore the world around them. Laying around all day was not usually Clow's favorite thing to do; he was up early, mind buzzing with ideas. But today she had caught the end of his ponytail and truncated that thought, pulling him back into the warmth he'd left.
"Stay with me," she murmured into his ear, and he always had a hard time saying no to her, so he didn't. He smiled and pressed a wet kiss to her collarbone, letting her curl up around him. She didn't often demand affection like this, preferring to wait for his offers and to spurn at first, and tease.
There was nothing pressing enough to drag him away from her today, so they dozed together, and woke leisurely to touch, drifting in and out of non-prophetic dreams. The hangover that she would later claim prompted this laying-about had to be gone by afternoon, but though she followed him eagerly to the kitchen while he made breakfast around noon, she dragged them back to eat in bed, leaving crumbs in the sheets and accepting his proffered tidbits.
In the late afternoon she pulled him from the bed again and they sat out on the porch and watched the sun set, the smoke from her pipe curling up into the near-dark. She leaned against him familiarly and he stroked her arm.
"What was the occasion?" he asked quietly, breaking the well-worn silence. She shrugged with a ripple of her untamed hair.
"It was Thursday," she answered reflectively, with the flash of a smile.
"I find myself quite fond of Thursdays," he answered, smiling back, and they watched the moon rise.
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 311 words
Prompt: come the morning and the day winding like dreams for
chibidl's birthdayficPairing: Clow/Yuuko established
Other: PG for sexual references.
Excerpt: "Stay with me," she murmured into his ear, and he always had a hard time saying no to her, so he didn't. He smiled and pressed a wet kiss to her collarbone, letting her curl up around him.
They spent Thursday in bed because they could, tangled together under the blankets. He licked the back of her knees, tasting the sharpness of her sweat, and her eyes rolled behind her eyelids.
The bedcurtains filtered the daylight to pastels, making it easier to ignore the world around them. Laying around all day was not usually Clow's favorite thing to do; he was up early, mind buzzing with ideas. But today she had caught the end of his ponytail and truncated that thought, pulling him back into the warmth he'd left.
"Stay with me," she murmured into his ear, and he always had a hard time saying no to her, so he didn't. He smiled and pressed a wet kiss to her collarbone, letting her curl up around him. She didn't often demand affection like this, preferring to wait for his offers and to spurn at first, and tease.
There was nothing pressing enough to drag him away from her today, so they dozed together, and woke leisurely to touch, drifting in and out of non-prophetic dreams. The hangover that she would later claim prompted this laying-about had to be gone by afternoon, but though she followed him eagerly to the kitchen while he made breakfast around noon, she dragged them back to eat in bed, leaving crumbs in the sheets and accepting his proffered tidbits.
In the late afternoon she pulled him from the bed again and they sat out on the porch and watched the sun set, the smoke from her pipe curling up into the near-dark. She leaned against him familiarly and he stroked her arm.
"What was the occasion?" he asked quietly, breaking the well-worn silence. She shrugged with a ripple of her untamed hair.
"It was Thursday," she answered reflectively, with the flash of a smile.
"I find myself quite fond of Thursdays," he answered, smiling back, and they watched the moon rise.