[Fanfiction] [xxxHolic] Better
Title: Better
Author: Dark Hooded Eriol the Magician
Fandom: xxxHolic
Claim: Clow Reed/Yuuko Ichihara
Prompt Set: Red
Prompt: 4. Sweat Out The Fever
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine! CLAMP owns everyone. XD
Yuuko Ichihara was always full of life. She drank, she smoked and she always laughed. He was used to seeing her bouncing around the whole place hence the Mokonas preferred mode of transportation. Her energy was infectious; her zest for life was magnificent. He was used to hearing her voice full of sensuality; he was comfortable with her larger than life presence.
So when she got a fever all of a sudden, he was almost surprised.
Clow Reed went around the house to gather blankets, basins and a bottle of alcohol. In a moment of weakness, she had called him for help. Their conversation was amusing because he had to convince her that she needed him, even though she called him for help. The black-haired sorceror was aware that she couldn't take care of herself properly so inviting himself was the only necessary action. He smiled as he entered the large bedroom that housed the ill witch. She was lying on her back and making the most amusing noises consisting of low moans and curses. "Don't tell me you're dying, my dear."
"Shut up four-eyed freak," she grunted from the bottom of her thick comforter. Her long black hair was tangled and her cheeks were deliciously flushed. Reddish-brown eyes gazed at him dully. "I've never had a sick day in my life," she grumbled "and now I'm being cared for by you. How ironic."
"I'm sure," Clow replied cheerfully. He started to spread layers upon layers of red blankets that was every hue ranging from scarlet to russet over her thick comforter. She stared at him with some curiosity but she let him be. It was only when she felt smothered that she realized what he was doing. As though anticipating her sarcasm, he said sweetly. "You have to sweat out the fever to get better."
"I'm not going to sweat out anything if I can't breathe," she retorted hotly "and you're planning to kill me by blankets."
"Pretend you're the delicate princess in that charming fairytale involving a pea," he answered as he smoothed the top blanket. His blue-black eyes were twinkling merrily. She could tell that he was enjoying this. It infuriated her. Ill or not, she still had energy for this.
"The princess was on top of the covers," she snorted "and she wasn't sick with fever... yet."
"That's the logic," Clow grinned in amusement. "You have to sweat to get better."
She watched the black-haired sorceror open the bottle of liquor and pour some into a small glass with some envy. He toasted her silently. "Can't I have a bit of medicine?" she asked in a teasing tone.
He raised an eyebrow. "I'm the one laundering the sheets so vomiting all over it is not an option."
Yuuko pouted and pulled the covers over her head. She swore never to fall ill ever again.
Clow smiled and toasted her good health and long life.
Author: Dark Hooded Eriol the Magician
Fandom: xxxHolic
Claim: Clow Reed/Yuuko Ichihara
Prompt Set: Red
Prompt: 4. Sweat Out The Fever
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine! CLAMP owns everyone. XD
Yuuko Ichihara was always full of life. She drank, she smoked and she always laughed. He was used to seeing her bouncing around the whole place hence the Mokonas preferred mode of transportation. Her energy was infectious; her zest for life was magnificent. He was used to hearing her voice full of sensuality; he was comfortable with her larger than life presence.
So when she got a fever all of a sudden, he was almost surprised.
Clow Reed went around the house to gather blankets, basins and a bottle of alcohol. In a moment of weakness, she had called him for help. Their conversation was amusing because he had to convince her that she needed him, even though she called him for help. The black-haired sorceror was aware that she couldn't take care of herself properly so inviting himself was the only necessary action. He smiled as he entered the large bedroom that housed the ill witch. She was lying on her back and making the most amusing noises consisting of low moans and curses. "Don't tell me you're dying, my dear."
"Shut up four-eyed freak," she grunted from the bottom of her thick comforter. Her long black hair was tangled and her cheeks were deliciously flushed. Reddish-brown eyes gazed at him dully. "I've never had a sick day in my life," she grumbled "and now I'm being cared for by you. How ironic."
"I'm sure," Clow replied cheerfully. He started to spread layers upon layers of red blankets that was every hue ranging from scarlet to russet over her thick comforter. She stared at him with some curiosity but she let him be. It was only when she felt smothered that she realized what he was doing. As though anticipating her sarcasm, he said sweetly. "You have to sweat out the fever to get better."
"I'm not going to sweat out anything if I can't breathe," she retorted hotly "and you're planning to kill me by blankets."
"Pretend you're the delicate princess in that charming fairytale involving a pea," he answered as he smoothed the top blanket. His blue-black eyes were twinkling merrily. She could tell that he was enjoying this. It infuriated her. Ill or not, she still had energy for this.
"The princess was on top of the covers," she snorted "and she wasn't sick with fever... yet."
"That's the logic," Clow grinned in amusement. "You have to sweat to get better."
She watched the black-haired sorceror open the bottle of liquor and pour some into a small glass with some envy. He toasted her silently. "Can't I have a bit of medicine?" she asked in a teasing tone.
He raised an eyebrow. "I'm the one laundering the sheets so vomiting all over it is not an option."
Yuuko pouted and pulled the covers over her head. She swore never to fall ill ever again.
Clow smiled and toasted her good health and long life.