The Next Morning (Yamazaki/Chiharu)

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Title: The Next Morning
Author/Artist/Iconist: rhap_chan
Fandom: Cardcaptor Sakura
Claim: Yamazaki Takashi/Mihara Chiharu
Prompt Set: indigo
Prompt: 3. Mixed Drinks
Type: fanfic
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: implied drunkenness
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Summary: The morning after a long night, Chiharu wakes up with a hangover and Yamazaki. She can't decide which makes her head hurt more.

It was worth the hangover to see her face in the morning, Yamazaki decided. Very romantic. He smiled cheerfully at Chiharu when she cracked her eyes and she did a very unromantic thing-- she screamed.

"What the hell?" she said, scrabbling away from him in the bed like he was a spider or a Mole Man or something. Yamazaki was a little hurt. Just because his eyes were small it didn't mean he was a Mole Man.

But he considered himself to have the patience of a saint when dealing with his girlfriend, so he didn't stop smiling. Instead he said, "Good morning, baby."

Chiharu groaned and rubbed her forehead. "Where are we?" she said, looking around. "And why does it feel like there are nails pounding through my forehead?"

"We are in my apartment," Yamazaki answered, feeling helpful, "and you have a hangover. Perhaps you shouldn't have tried so much of the funny-colored alcohol. You know, in some countries, mixing drinks like that is a crime against the state. You have to attend a special school and pass a very difficult exam before you can even drink them."

"Shut up," she growled, putting her hand over her eyes. Tenderly he reached over and pulled the blanket up onto her shoulder. In a not-very-tender way, she grabbed his hand in a vise grip and pushed him away. That was when she noticed she wasn't wearing a top.

"What the hell?" she repeated. Yamazaki wondered if he should tell her about the curse fairies that she was bringing to life every minute, little rude blue creatures that lived to annoy people and eat mothballs. He decided against it.

"You threw up on your dress, so I took care of you," he said instead, and couldn't figure out why that seemed to bother her further. But she collapsed back onto the bed before she could muster enough energy for a good strangle.

"My head hurts," she said, her voice muffled by the pillow. "Come over here."

Bemused, Yamazaki lay flat beside her. Without lifting her head from the pillow, she let one arm explore the bedcovers next to her until she found his arm, and then pulled him closer to her so they were spooning.

"Thanks for taking care of me," she mumbled, clearly falling back to sleep. Being this close to a woman only wearing panties was bothering Yamazaki in a physical way, but it was his Chiharu and he knew that someday she would be his always, so he settled down to fall back asleep net to her.

Perhaps the next time they went out, she would drink a little less.