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storypaint) wrote2013-01-29 10:12 pm
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[xxxHOLiC] bottled poetry (Clow/Yuuko)
Title: bottled poetry
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 415 words
Prompt: comment_fic: xxxHolic, Clow/Yuuko, kissing under the influence;anything C/Y for Ruby
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Other: "You beautiful idiot," she mumbled, breaking the kiss. Her gaze was hazy in vision or booze. One often blended into another, and so neither were often sober.
The first time they kissed, Yuuko tasted like alcohol and inevitability, but Clow wasn't about to tell her either detail. She seemed to be clinging to this illusion that this had been her choice, when he had seen it in the cards long before she'd been born. He knew that they had been flung together like waves breaking on the shore.
What he didn't quite understand yet was that she was the shore, and he was the wave. That, and sometimes beaches fade away.
She made a small sound deep in her throat and tangled her fingers in his hair, her nail sharp against the lobe of his ear.
"You beautiful idiot," she mumbled, breaking the kiss. Her gaze was hazy in vision or booze. One often blended into another, and so neither were often sober.
"Yes, dear?" he said, tone gentle, and the words felt like he'd spoke them ten thousand times before. She blinked, momentarily disconcerted.
"We have drank all of the booze," she said in that same quiet tone. "How could you let this happen? You're the man who can't stop seeing the future." Her voice was rising. She was slurring, but mostly, he suspected, for the effect. "What kind of future did you see without sake?"
She bared her teeth and he wondered if she was going to bite him. He wouldn't have minded too much, but instead she pushed him to the floor.
"I am not drunk enough to have even a business relationship with you," she announced. "Quit smirking."
He'd long given up protesting that he wasn't smirking. (It was just his face.) The floor actually wasn't too uncomfortable. He'd had enough of a forewarning to land in a semi-pleasant manner, and his head seemed a bit clearer down here, away from the smoke lingering in the air. She didn't need the opium to have her visions, but she liked it.
So he waited, and after a moment, she slid down next to him, tucking herself into the cleft of his shoulder and splaying an arm across his chest. She yawned.
"Hitsuzen," she said. "Why would fate lead me to you?"
"You may as well as why the sun shines, my dear," he said, and she bit his ear and then climbed on top of him, her hips warm against his.
"Infuriating," she said, rolling her eyes, and she leaned down to kiss him again.
The sun did rise the next morning, but neither were awake to greet it.
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 415 words
Prompt: comment_fic: xxxHolic, Clow/Yuuko, kissing under the influence;anything C/Y for Ruby
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Other: "You beautiful idiot," she mumbled, breaking the kiss. Her gaze was hazy in vision or booze. One often blended into another, and so neither were often sober.
The first time they kissed, Yuuko tasted like alcohol and inevitability, but Clow wasn't about to tell her either detail. She seemed to be clinging to this illusion that this had been her choice, when he had seen it in the cards long before she'd been born. He knew that they had been flung together like waves breaking on the shore.
What he didn't quite understand yet was that she was the shore, and he was the wave. That, and sometimes beaches fade away.
She made a small sound deep in her throat and tangled her fingers in his hair, her nail sharp against the lobe of his ear.
"You beautiful idiot," she mumbled, breaking the kiss. Her gaze was hazy in vision or booze. One often blended into another, and so neither were often sober.
"Yes, dear?" he said, tone gentle, and the words felt like he'd spoke them ten thousand times before. She blinked, momentarily disconcerted.
"We have drank all of the booze," she said in that same quiet tone. "How could you let this happen? You're the man who can't stop seeing the future." Her voice was rising. She was slurring, but mostly, he suspected, for the effect. "What kind of future did you see without sake?"
She bared her teeth and he wondered if she was going to bite him. He wouldn't have minded too much, but instead she pushed him to the floor.
"I am not drunk enough to have even a business relationship with you," she announced. "Quit smirking."
He'd long given up protesting that he wasn't smirking. (It was just his face.) The floor actually wasn't too uncomfortable. He'd had enough of a forewarning to land in a semi-pleasant manner, and his head seemed a bit clearer down here, away from the smoke lingering in the air. She didn't need the opium to have her visions, but she liked it.
So he waited, and after a moment, she slid down next to him, tucking herself into the cleft of his shoulder and splaying an arm across his chest. She yawned.
"Hitsuzen," she said. "Why would fate lead me to you?"
"You may as well as why the sun shines, my dear," he said, and she bit his ear and then climbed on top of him, her hips warm against his.
"Infuriating," she said, rolling her eyes, and she leaned down to kiss him again.
The sun did rise the next morning, but neither were awake to greet it.