storypaint | Indecent Exposure (Yamazaki/Chiharu) *repost*

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Words: 815
Title: Indecent Exposure
Pairing: Yamazaki/Chiharu
Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura belongs to CLAMP. This fanfic is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Rating: PG-13 for sexual references

Excerpt: "Testing your floating devices?" Yamazaki suggested. "Did you know that in ancient island civilizations such as Japan, women with large breasts were considered very important, for in a flood they would float better than small-breasted--"

He was pretty sure about it this time. She was going to let him do it. He was just too much for any one woman to resist. Gently, easily, suavely, his hand crept off her shoulder towards her chest.

Just as suavely, without breaking the kiss, Chiharu smacked his hand and placed it back on her shoulder. He leaned back and looked at her.

"Yamazaki, what do you think you're doing?" she asked. She placed her hands on her hips and leaned forward, pouting. God, she was beautiful. And the way she was leaning just put more focus on the area of her anatomy he was determined to meet. The areas, rather. When that girl bloomed into adolescence, she hadn't done it half-heartedly! For which Yamazaki was thankful. Or hoped to be, anyway.

"Testing your floating devices?" Yamazaki suggested. "Did you know that in ancient island civilizations such as Japan, women with large breasts were considered very important, for in a flood they would float better than small-breasted--"

He was surprised she let him get that far, but the look of surprise finally deepened into anger and she started choking him. He let her because by this point his windpipe was pretty much safe from further damage--the scar tissue dulled any pain, and after all she didn't really choke him that hard; she loved him after all. Plus, she was so beautiful when she was angry... It reminded him how much he loved her.

With all her painful affection, Yamazaki entertained the idea that she might be an S&M girl in the bedroom. Whips, chains... now that would be something to open his eyes for.

"Yamazaki," Chiharu began, and then she blushed. He was intrigued.

"Takashi-kun," she said instead. After all these years, she never called him by his first name. It was almost a joke with them. It was strange to hear the words from her lips. "How long have we been dating?"

"Oh, I can't recall. Every day feels like forever with you..." he said.

Another vein popped up in her forehead. Her lips pursed in annoyance and he fell in love with her for the third time today. Of course, if he kept trying her patience like he did, she might not be around long enough for him to love her forever, but he would try. If she had a heart attack from stress, he'd be at her bedside every day to tell her lies about hospital food and how much the hospital gown flattered her beautiful breasts.

"Twelve years, Yamazaki," Chiharu said. "And have I ever given you any indication that I'm going to let you touch these?" She waved her hand in front of her chest.

"You can't blame a guy for trying..." Yamazaki tried.

"A normal guy, maybe. But you're different. You never take anything seriously, Yamazaki!" she said, her voice tinged with desperation.

Even Yamazaki knew how to take a hint. He scooted closer to her on the picnic blanket and put an arm around her waist, pushing the remains of their lunch away. He hugged her to him and said, "I don't like to be serious. Why stress so much that you die young?"

"But we're about to graduate high school. What are you going to do, become a beggar? Tell lies for money?"

"I was thinking about applying for the position of village idiot. It's full-time, it's constant employment--"

She whacked him on the back of the head, but not hard. "You'd have to find a village."

"There is that," Yamazaki said, nodding. "Then I will go to college, achieve a degree in elementary education, marry the woman I love, and have a lot of babies."

"Really? You want to marry me?" She softened visibly.

"I said I want to marry the woman I love--Princess Peach, of course. Did you know that in the super secret short from Super Duper Mario Brothers the Fifth Sequel to the Second Super Nintendo Game, she announces her intention to break up with the plumber in order to marry a sexy Japanese gamer, and that gamer is--"

"Not you," Chiharu said, and hit him again.

"Oh, well I will just have to marry you then," he said and affectionately kissed the top of her head in-between the braids. "Because eventually that will involve me touching you all over the place."

"Yamazaki, that's crude! Honestly, I would have thought you would have come up with it by now..." She paused and blushed.

"With what, beautiful?"

"Honestly, you're hopeless." She rolled her eyes. She kissed his cheek and then shifted herself so that her leg rested against his. Her beautiful smooth calves sent a tingle down his spine.

"Chiharu--" he began, but she cut him off with a kiss.

"All you had to do, was ask," she said, and kissed him again. Her hand slid down his face and into her tank-top. There was a quiet sound of a fastening being undone. Yamazaki smiled widely.

And then the policeman, who had seen enough, cited Chiharu for indecent exposure.