[Fanfiction] A Culinary Affair
Title: A Culinary Affair
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Characters/Pairing: Clow/Yuuko;
Genre: Gen/Romance
Word count: 1609
Written for: The 108 Alcoholic Spells Project / springkink [Spell #07 - "I let you win" /March 19th: xxxHOLiC, Clow/Yuuko: letting go of control - She's always in charge.]
Notes: Originally posted here.
When Yuuko offered to help in the kitchen, it was chaos announced.
It wasn’t that she actually tried to interfere with the recipe (and she knew better than that; the last time she had tried, they had both ended up with a less than satisfying result) but having her around usually meant distractions would come down his way. With luck, the whole ordeal turned out to be a success more often than not, but how she still expected him to deliver a perfect meal when she barely let him work was beyond Clow’s comprehension.
And as the witch snaked those dangerous arms of hers around his torso and her curious head peeked over his shoulder, he knew today would be one of those rare times when his food wouldn’t quite meet her liking.
“Are you done yet?”
“Your answer is still the same from five minutes ago.” He said in his usual, collected tone; her reply, however, was right about the opposite of that.
“You’re taking too long!”
“It would help if I had more freedom of movement, dear.” He made a point by taking a few steps sideways so he could get a hold of the sherry, a task he would normally accomplish simply by reaching out, if only Yuuko hadn’t been constricting him so.
“Well, think of this as a challenge: how to cook with a Yuuko clinging to your back!”
He chuckled as he made his clumsy return to the tray; it was an amusing sight, admittedly. “It certainly is an exercise in patience.”
Her grip on him loosened up with a frown, and he took the chance to finish seasoning his culinary masterpiece of the day. Focused as he was, he could still notice his companion was more than a little upset, as evidenced by her folded arms and the very impatient tapping of her foot on the floor. It was plain to see there was more to it than just her usual gluttony, but if he were to ask, they would surely engage in yet another argument.
Then again, resisting that adorable look on her face was as much of an impossible mission as his previous ordeal. There wasn’t much of a choice to be made.
“Is something the matter?”
“You’re calling me annoying!”
“No, you’re calling yourself annoying.”
“Well, you’re not saying I’m not, either!”
A sigh signaled defeat. He would say she’s a complicated woman, if only he had the moral high ground for such. “No, you’re not annoying, Yuuko. Just don’t expect an invitation for you to hop back on me, either.”
This time, her response came with a pout. “You make it sound as if you didn’t like it.”
“At any given time, I’d love nothing else,” He offered her an earnest smile, in hopes it would improve her mood somewhat. It only worked for a minute - until he finished his train of thought, in fact. “But the kitchen has certain rules you just don’t seem to follow.”
“And now that sounds completely hypocritical, coming from a born cheater like you.” Her returning frown earned a chuckle from him, followed by a shake of head.
“Ah, but these rules are for your own sake, dear. See, if you want your perfect dinner, then you have to let me actually work on it. I am in charge here; you just sit back and watch.”
“Excuse me?” She protested with a glare and a less than dignified tone.
“You heard me,” He pressed both fists on his hips, a motion that mockingly copied her own domineering antics. “When it comes to the kitchen, I am the boss.”
“Is that a challenge?” She finally said after a dangerous moment of silence, and his retort was a good indication he, indeed, did not have survival instincts.
“More like a statement of fact, I’m afraid.”
Had this been any other day, Yuuko would be threatening him to unspeakable torture and Clow would be simply laughing it off, but today seemed to be an exception to the rule. Instead, she went off to sulk atop the kitchen counter while he looked puzzled at her course of action, though he did enjoy the relative peace to finish his work. Not that it would last long, of course - that devious mind of hers was already plotting revenge.
There wasn’t much time to mull over her options, so it was a good thing there weren’t that many to be considered, in the first place. It was true she couldn’t cook if her life depended on it, but surely there was still something a dominating genius like herself could pull off and guarantee her status quo; he might even argue the validity of her plans, but it’s not like he was completely adverse to the idea of cheating when it was to his interest - which it might as well be, despite all the rest.
Her current position proved to be very strategic, much to her luck; she was sitting right across the oven, meaning the man was perfectly within her reach when he bent over to slide their meal inside. A strong tug at his belt was all it took for him to be trapped in her clutches again, though this time she was keeping him in place with her legs instead; her hands were much too busy roaming across his chest, idly playing with buttons here and there. He knew very well what that meant.
“Yuuko.” He said in as much of a reprimanding tone as he could muster, though it wasn’t much - and even if it had been, it probably wouldn’t have done much for dissuading her. “Are you that bored already?”
“Well, I’m always up for entertainment,” She delivered an innuendo-heavy whisper to his ear, and several small kisses to his neck.
“Really. And could this possibly have anything to do with you wanting to prove a point, by any chance?”
“If it did, would you not want this?” Her words came out in a display of perfect timing, just as her bare heel idly massaged his inner thighs then moved upwards, prompting a deceptive gasp from him. Played like a pawn.
“I would not want to lose.” He finally said, her ministrations gradually stealing his coherence - and it only got worse when she further pressed her chest against his back and her fingers undid the buttons on his vest with familiar ease.
“Then think of it as victory, instead.”
“Yours?”
“Ours.” She corrected, her neck craning so to nibble at his earlobe. “It’s a deal you’d greatly benefit from, you see.”
Clow arched in response to her teasing and she took it as a cue to loosen up her grip on him, just enough to get him to face her. When he leaned closer and tried to snatch her lips, however, the witch pulled away with a telling smirk, then set off to unfastening his shirt and putting her kisses to better use - it served both as a means to reinforce her point and also to keep him eager for more. And judging from his previous attempt, she was just breaking through his self control, just as planned.
What she didn’t expect, though, is that he would retaliate.
“The problem with this deal is that you’d benefit from it twice.” And he made sure to offer a small sample of such, by running his hands over her body and perhaps holding her waist with a little more strength than usual - he might be a gentle lover, but he still knew how to earn a reaction from her.
“Well then,” She finally said between a stubborn moan and another, one hand trailing the path down his abdomen and further below. “I’ll just have to give you twice as much attention and make up for it, won’t I?”
Keeping some coherence proved to be a very hard task when she teased him so, but he managed - just enough to form an utterance as his caresses slid up to her breasts. “Every little bit of it?”
“I’m not one to take my word back, you know.”
“And having control in my territory is all you want in return?” Before he could proceed as planned, her legs pulled him to her in a swift move; it was a way to ensure her dominance, yes, but also proof that she could perfectly read his body language.
“I daresay it’s a fair price.”
It was only then, right as she whispered those words from her lips to his, that he had the chance to kiss her like he had tried before, though back then she hadn’t been so dangerously close - she could feel how much he wanted her, that was for certain. Rather than denying the obvious, it would be best to simply enjoy the moment and follow desire, even if it meant acknowledging a small defeat. Some things were just greater than his pride.
“Let’s go get you changed, then,” His voice was hoarse against her skin, teeth tugging at her cleavage. “A proper chef needs an apron to go with the job.”
Smirks and kisses sealed the deal, though Yuuko never actually got around to wearing anything else other than the dress they made sure to get rid off in quite a haste; the apron was just a thought left aside, much like their meal in the oven. That night, she would scold him over a burned dinner, but he would argue that was not his fault - she was the one in charge of the kitchen, after all.
And perhaps he could call it a different victory, just for the sake of putting his ego at peace.
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Characters/Pairing: Clow/Yuuko;
Genre: Gen/Romance
Word count: 1609
Written for: The 108 Alcoholic Spells Project / springkink [Spell #07 - "I let you win" /March 19th: xxxHOLiC, Clow/Yuuko: letting go of control - She's always in charge.]
Notes: Originally posted here.
When Yuuko offered to help in the kitchen, it was chaos announced.
It wasn’t that she actually tried to interfere with the recipe (and she knew better than that; the last time she had tried, they had both ended up with a less than satisfying result) but having her around usually meant distractions would come down his way. With luck, the whole ordeal turned out to be a success more often than not, but how she still expected him to deliver a perfect meal when she barely let him work was beyond Clow’s comprehension.
And as the witch snaked those dangerous arms of hers around his torso and her curious head peeked over his shoulder, he knew today would be one of those rare times when his food wouldn’t quite meet her liking.
“Are you done yet?”
“Your answer is still the same from five minutes ago.” He said in his usual, collected tone; her reply, however, was right about the opposite of that.
“You’re taking too long!”
“It would help if I had more freedom of movement, dear.” He made a point by taking a few steps sideways so he could get a hold of the sherry, a task he would normally accomplish simply by reaching out, if only Yuuko hadn’t been constricting him so.
“Well, think of this as a challenge: how to cook with a Yuuko clinging to your back!”
He chuckled as he made his clumsy return to the tray; it was an amusing sight, admittedly. “It certainly is an exercise in patience.”
Her grip on him loosened up with a frown, and he took the chance to finish seasoning his culinary masterpiece of the day. Focused as he was, he could still notice his companion was more than a little upset, as evidenced by her folded arms and the very impatient tapping of her foot on the floor. It was plain to see there was more to it than just her usual gluttony, but if he were to ask, they would surely engage in yet another argument.
Then again, resisting that adorable look on her face was as much of an impossible mission as his previous ordeal. There wasn’t much of a choice to be made.
“Is something the matter?”
“You’re calling me annoying!”
“No, you’re calling yourself annoying.”
“Well, you’re not saying I’m not, either!”
A sigh signaled defeat. He would say she’s a complicated woman, if only he had the moral high ground for such. “No, you’re not annoying, Yuuko. Just don’t expect an invitation for you to hop back on me, either.”
This time, her response came with a pout. “You make it sound as if you didn’t like it.”
“At any given time, I’d love nothing else,” He offered her an earnest smile, in hopes it would improve her mood somewhat. It only worked for a minute - until he finished his train of thought, in fact. “But the kitchen has certain rules you just don’t seem to follow.”
“And now that sounds completely hypocritical, coming from a born cheater like you.” Her returning frown earned a chuckle from him, followed by a shake of head.
“Ah, but these rules are for your own sake, dear. See, if you want your perfect dinner, then you have to let me actually work on it. I am in charge here; you just sit back and watch.”
“Excuse me?” She protested with a glare and a less than dignified tone.
“You heard me,” He pressed both fists on his hips, a motion that mockingly copied her own domineering antics. “When it comes to the kitchen, I am the boss.”
“Is that a challenge?” She finally said after a dangerous moment of silence, and his retort was a good indication he, indeed, did not have survival instincts.
“More like a statement of fact, I’m afraid.”
Had this been any other day, Yuuko would be threatening him to unspeakable torture and Clow would be simply laughing it off, but today seemed to be an exception to the rule. Instead, she went off to sulk atop the kitchen counter while he looked puzzled at her course of action, though he did enjoy the relative peace to finish his work. Not that it would last long, of course - that devious mind of hers was already plotting revenge.
There wasn’t much time to mull over her options, so it was a good thing there weren’t that many to be considered, in the first place. It was true she couldn’t cook if her life depended on it, but surely there was still something a dominating genius like herself could pull off and guarantee her status quo; he might even argue the validity of her plans, but it’s not like he was completely adverse to the idea of cheating when it was to his interest - which it might as well be, despite all the rest.
Her current position proved to be very strategic, much to her luck; she was sitting right across the oven, meaning the man was perfectly within her reach when he bent over to slide their meal inside. A strong tug at his belt was all it took for him to be trapped in her clutches again, though this time she was keeping him in place with her legs instead; her hands were much too busy roaming across his chest, idly playing with buttons here and there. He knew very well what that meant.
“Yuuko.” He said in as much of a reprimanding tone as he could muster, though it wasn’t much - and even if it had been, it probably wouldn’t have done much for dissuading her. “Are you that bored already?”
“Well, I’m always up for entertainment,” She delivered an innuendo-heavy whisper to his ear, and several small kisses to his neck.
“Really. And could this possibly have anything to do with you wanting to prove a point, by any chance?”
“If it did, would you not want this?” Her words came out in a display of perfect timing, just as her bare heel idly massaged his inner thighs then moved upwards, prompting a deceptive gasp from him. Played like a pawn.
“I would not want to lose.” He finally said, her ministrations gradually stealing his coherence - and it only got worse when she further pressed her chest against his back and her fingers undid the buttons on his vest with familiar ease.
“Then think of it as victory, instead.”
“Yours?”
“Ours.” She corrected, her neck craning so to nibble at his earlobe. “It’s a deal you’d greatly benefit from, you see.”
Clow arched in response to her teasing and she took it as a cue to loosen up her grip on him, just enough to get him to face her. When he leaned closer and tried to snatch her lips, however, the witch pulled away with a telling smirk, then set off to unfastening his shirt and putting her kisses to better use - it served both as a means to reinforce her point and also to keep him eager for more. And judging from his previous attempt, she was just breaking through his self control, just as planned.
What she didn’t expect, though, is that he would retaliate.
“The problem with this deal is that you’d benefit from it twice.” And he made sure to offer a small sample of such, by running his hands over her body and perhaps holding her waist with a little more strength than usual - he might be a gentle lover, but he still knew how to earn a reaction from her.
“Well then,” She finally said between a stubborn moan and another, one hand trailing the path down his abdomen and further below. “I’ll just have to give you twice as much attention and make up for it, won’t I?”
Keeping some coherence proved to be a very hard task when she teased him so, but he managed - just enough to form an utterance as his caresses slid up to her breasts. “Every little bit of it?”
“I’m not one to take my word back, you know.”
“And having control in my territory is all you want in return?” Before he could proceed as planned, her legs pulled him to her in a swift move; it was a way to ensure her dominance, yes, but also proof that she could perfectly read his body language.
“I daresay it’s a fair price.”
It was only then, right as she whispered those words from her lips to his, that he had the chance to kiss her like he had tried before, though back then she hadn’t been so dangerously close - she could feel how much he wanted her, that was for certain. Rather than denying the obvious, it would be best to simply enjoy the moment and follow desire, even if it meant acknowledging a small defeat. Some things were just greater than his pride.
“Let’s go get you changed, then,” His voice was hoarse against her skin, teeth tugging at her cleavage. “A proper chef needs an apron to go with the job.”
Smirks and kisses sealed the deal, though Yuuko never actually got around to wearing anything else other than the dress they made sure to get rid off in quite a haste; the apron was just a thought left aside, much like their meal in the oven. That night, she would scold him over a burned dinner, but he would argue that was not his fault - she was the one in charge of the kitchen, after all.
And perhaps he could call it a different victory, just for the sake of putting his ego at peace.