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Title: Kisses and needles
Author/Artist: Kirisame hiragizawa
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Fandom: XXXHOLiC
Theme: Kiss (#30)
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me! XXXHOLiC, Card Captor Sakura, Clow, Yuuko, and everything related were made by the evil ladies of CLAMP. If they were mine, Watanuki would be their lovechild in some TRC dimension, but I digress.
(this story is kind of old, but it fits; besides, it was my first C/Y! a bit OOC from Yuuko's side, maybe)
"Oh, hello, Yuuko! I didn't expect you so early in the morning," he said, his eyes still on his work.
"I was suddenly woken up by a client. Since I had nothing else to do, I came." She sat by his side on the sofa, alarmingly close. He still didn't look at her, busy with the stitches.
"You know," she added, with a seductive voice, "I was feeling so lonely and cold..."
"Then make me company while I sew this shirt," replied Clow. "Do you think this thread is too dark for the fabric colour?". He raised the clothes to the light. "I didn't have a lighter blue left... Oh well, that'll do." And he continued.
She sighed. Yuuko would never understand that man, he was impossible. It was time to be more obvious.
"You know what I'm craving, Clow darling?"
"The booze is in the usual place, help yourself." Unfortunately for her, Clow had to thread the needle. He pulled some inches from the reel, cut it with his teeth, put the tip between his sensual lips, wet it a little, and made it pass through the needle's eye. Great, just what she needed when she was horny: an oblivious innuendo! And not made by her!
Lucky needle. Now she really needed the drink.
"No, you fool, that's not it," she said, exasperated by his absentmindedness. She leaned closer, and whispered in his ear. "I want a kiss."
He stopped immediately. He smiled, sheepishly, at her.
"Why didn't you said it before? All right." Yuuko closed her eyes, and prepared to the facial contact with the magician. But instead, she felt his hands in hers, opening her fists. Oh well, she thought, he must like to hold hands while kissing. Any moment now...
"There you go."
"Huh? What are you tal...?"
There was no kiss. In her palm, a small, shiny, metal object laid. She glanced at it, puzzled.
"A thimble?! What happened with my kiss!"
"That's your 'kiss'," explained Clow, restraining a laugh.
"Are you mocking me?" Now Yuuko was annoyed. And still, he was grinning.
"Sorry, I couldn't help it, I had to make the joke. It was a tad bad."
"I know your sense of humour is rather peculiar, but this one I don't get."
"Oh, sure, I didn't think about it. It's from a play I saw the last time I went to London. I guess Japanese people haven't heard about Peter Pan."
"No, who's that? I'm not sure I can understand anyone who confuses kisses with thimbles."
"Well, he was a boy, so it's understandable. An eternal child who would never grow up."
"Is that even possible in real life?," she inquired.
"If you're a crafty sorcerer, of course you can. Just stop your aging at the latest moments of your childhood, and you're all set. Quite easy."
"I see some inconveniences to your theory," she argued. "For aging freezing, as you know quite well since you're doing it, you need not only a great power, but a great knowledge in that subdivision of magic, which is rather complicated. And by the time you have learned how to do it, you're too old to be considered a kid anymore. It can be done in Cephiro, for instance, by willpower, but certainly not in this world."
He wasn't appalled from the woman's opinion. Instead, he was smiling in some sort of evil and confident way. He put his chin in his hand, and narrowed his sparkling eyes. She was torn between feeling freaked out or turned on.
"Ah, I see your point, but I disagree with you. An eternal child can exist in this world, without a doubt. If the person is born with the necessary amount of power and knowledge, that is."
"You see? The power is innate, but the knowledge isn't! You're contradicting yourself."
"I can do it," he affirmed, enigmatically. "As a matter of fact, I will do it."
"You wacko, you're not exactly a child. You don't know what you're saying anymore."
"I wasn't talking about stopping my growth, Yuuko. I'm referring to kisses."
Then the wizard touched the enchantress' lips with his for three seconds, sweetily. She blinked in surprise and delight.
"Is that what you wanted?" He beamed at her.
"... um, yeah." She admitted, drunken by the kiss, forgetting about the rest of the conversation.
"Good, then can I have my thimble back?" He moved his open hand forward.
"Of course not, you moron! Now is mine!"
Author/Artist: Kirisame hiragizawa
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Fandom: XXXHOLiC
Theme: Kiss (#30)
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me! XXXHOLiC, Card Captor Sakura, Clow, Yuuko, and everything related were made by the evil ladies of CLAMP. If they were mine, Watanuki would be their lovechild in some TRC dimension, but I digress.
(this story is kind of old, but it fits; besides, it was my first C/Y! a bit OOC from Yuuko's side, maybe)
"Oh, hello, Yuuko! I didn't expect you so early in the morning," he said, his eyes still on his work.
"I was suddenly woken up by a client. Since I had nothing else to do, I came." She sat by his side on the sofa, alarmingly close. He still didn't look at her, busy with the stitches.
"You know," she added, with a seductive voice, "I was feeling so lonely and cold..."
"Then make me company while I sew this shirt," replied Clow. "Do you think this thread is too dark for the fabric colour?". He raised the clothes to the light. "I didn't have a lighter blue left... Oh well, that'll do." And he continued.
She sighed. Yuuko would never understand that man, he was impossible. It was time to be more obvious.
"You know what I'm craving, Clow darling?"
"The booze is in the usual place, help yourself." Unfortunately for her, Clow had to thread the needle. He pulled some inches from the reel, cut it with his teeth, put the tip between his sensual lips, wet it a little, and made it pass through the needle's eye. Great, just what she needed when she was horny: an oblivious innuendo! And not made by her!
Lucky needle. Now she really needed the drink.
"No, you fool, that's not it," she said, exasperated by his absentmindedness. She leaned closer, and whispered in his ear. "I want a kiss."
He stopped immediately. He smiled, sheepishly, at her.
"Why didn't you said it before? All right." Yuuko closed her eyes, and prepared to the facial contact with the magician. But instead, she felt his hands in hers, opening her fists. Oh well, she thought, he must like to hold hands while kissing. Any moment now...
"There you go."
"Huh? What are you tal...?"
There was no kiss. In her palm, a small, shiny, metal object laid. She glanced at it, puzzled.
"A thimble?! What happened with my kiss!"
"That's your 'kiss'," explained Clow, restraining a laugh.
"Are you mocking me?" Now Yuuko was annoyed. And still, he was grinning.
"Sorry, I couldn't help it, I had to make the joke. It was a tad bad."
"I know your sense of humour is rather peculiar, but this one I don't get."
"Oh, sure, I didn't think about it. It's from a play I saw the last time I went to London. I guess Japanese people haven't heard about Peter Pan."
"No, who's that? I'm not sure I can understand anyone who confuses kisses with thimbles."
"Well, he was a boy, so it's understandable. An eternal child who would never grow up."
"Is that even possible in real life?," she inquired.
"If you're a crafty sorcerer, of course you can. Just stop your aging at the latest moments of your childhood, and you're all set. Quite easy."
"I see some inconveniences to your theory," she argued. "For aging freezing, as you know quite well since you're doing it, you need not only a great power, but a great knowledge in that subdivision of magic, which is rather complicated. And by the time you have learned how to do it, you're too old to be considered a kid anymore. It can be done in Cephiro, for instance, by willpower, but certainly not in this world."
He wasn't appalled from the woman's opinion. Instead, he was smiling in some sort of evil and confident way. He put his chin in his hand, and narrowed his sparkling eyes. She was torn between feeling freaked out or turned on.
"Ah, I see your point, but I disagree with you. An eternal child can exist in this world, without a doubt. If the person is born with the necessary amount of power and knowledge, that is."
"You see? The power is innate, but the knowledge isn't! You're contradicting yourself."
"I can do it," he affirmed, enigmatically. "As a matter of fact, I will do it."
"You wacko, you're not exactly a child. You don't know what you're saying anymore."
"I wasn't talking about stopping my growth, Yuuko. I'm referring to kisses."
Then the wizard touched the enchantress' lips with his for three seconds, sweetily. She blinked in surprise and delight.
"Is that what you wanted?" He beamed at her.
"... um, yeah." She admitted, drunken by the kiss, forgetting about the rest of the conversation.
"Good, then can I have my thimble back?" He moved his open hand forward.
"Of course not, you moron! Now is mine!"