CCS Fiction, "The Accidental Date" (Eriol/Tomoyo)
And a note today, too!
Firstly: This is for Lazulisong. She hates me and I love her so. *sob* Plus, I stole the idea from her. It's cute and fluffy.
Secondly: This is also a 'OMG, Sakura-sanyou'resoCOOL!' for milchstrasse because a certain package arrived today and I totally did the fangirl squeal.
Warning: Un-beta'd. Because my beta is asleep and I am impatient. Plus, I eventually want to write more Charlie/Claire smut and I just can't when I have something I know I'm going to post haning over my head. The internet needs more porn, damnit!
Ready for some ExT cuteness?
Disclaimer: CLAMP! CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMP!
Dedication: To Meg, who hates me, and to Sakura-san, who loves me. *love* Also, as in all things, to Chelle-sama-because, biologically, she IS me. *loves self* Plus, Amy(vampireborg) because I love her too. *loves randomly*
Note: I actually appropriated this idea from Meg. I imagine, however, that she meant (or does mean) to write it from the ‘planning’ stages. I suppose she could sue me for that if she wanted…
The Accidental Date
Eriol took a sip of water from the crystal goblet in front of him. He put it down, neatly centered it on its dainty napkin, and looked at the girl across from him. “Daidouji-san,” he began.
“Tomoyo-san,” she corrected him cheerful smile. “We’re on a date, remember?”
He lifted his glass again and studied the water within. “How could I forget?” he asked rhetorically as a diner at a nearby table giggled loudly.
“Akizuki-san seems very happy,” Tomoyo said. She smiled at the space just over, and several feet beyond, Eriol’s left shoulder.
Shrugging, Eriol took another drink. “Nakuru is probably having the time of her life.”
“I’m glad,” Tomoyo switched her smile back to him.
“I must thank you for agreeing to let Nakuru ‘trick’ you into a date with me,” Eriol smiled warmly at her. “Having her little plots come to fruition means a great deal to her.”
“You’re buying me dinner,” Tomoyo said, tilting her head in amusement, “to thank me for letting her arrange for us to ‘accidentally’ have dinner together at Tokyo’s most famous restaurant.”
“How,” Eriol repeated as another, more masculine, giggle drifted over them, “could I forget?”
This time it was Tomoyo who giggled. “You’re very funny, Hiirigizawa-kun,” she told him. “And very sweet, I think, to let Akizuki-san and Tsukishiro-san play with you.”
“Eriol-san,” he said mildly. “We’re on a date, remember?”
She giggled again and touched his hand fleetingly. Another flurry of giggles erupted from the table next to theirs. Eriol shifted slightly in his chair, angling to see the occupants of said table. There was a brief, giddy tussle before several menus snapped up, covering most of the faces. Touya, however, stared at him in undisguised reproach.
“To-ya!”
“Touya-kun!”
Half of one menu, most likely Tsukishiro’s, by Eriol’s guess, blocked him from view. Edging out from behind another shared carte-du-jour, however, was a very familiar pair of brown eyes.
Sakura-san’s hand appeared from behind the same menu, tugging urgently at the sleeve of his shirt. “Syaoran-kun!” she scolded as much as somebody with so sweet a voice and so innocent a nature could. “Hide! If Tomoyo-chan and Eriol-kun see us they might be too embarrassed to talk to each other!”
Eriol lifted one shoulder in an apologetic shrug at the Li’s look of consternation before turning back to his own dining companion. “How many courses are there tonight? Four? Five? Perhaps we should order a bottle of wine.”
“Five,” Tomoyo said absentmindedly, looking in the vague direction of their table-full of matchmakers. “Do you think they know that we can hear them?” she asked curiously.
He barely paused before answering. “No. Nakuru, Tsukishiro, and Sakura-san actually think that we have no clue that we’ve been set up, that they are here, or that we might possibly become aware of their presence.”
“Ah.” Tomoyo shook out her linen napkin. “At least Kinomoto-san and Li-kun aren’t spoiling their fun.”
“That,” Eriol said a little sadly, “is because they are loved very much.”
Tomoyo’s own smile went wistful. “Yes.”
Concerned muttering, mixed with stares Eriol could all but feel, prompted him to smile again at Tomoyo. “Well,” he said brightly. “Let’s make tonight’s dinner six courses and order dessert.”
“Eriol-san,” Tomoyo said, still solemn. “Thank you for asking me out.”
The look in her eyes, combined with the laughter at the next table turned his smile into something more real than what it had been only moments before. He felt a sudden, unexpected burst of very simple happiness. “Tomoyo-san,” he said, as the soup course was deposited in front of them, “let’s do this again sometime.”
Shrieks of excitement and loud self-and-partner congratulations broke out behind him. Eriol used it as cover. “Tomoyo-san, would you go out with me?” he asked her. The same words he’d used a week before, but with an entirely different meaning.
“Are we bringing them along?” she asked, nodding slightly in the direction of their chaperones.
“No.”
“Yes.”
The rash of barely-hushed shouting died down to robust whispers and Tomoyo smiled at him, sweet and warm, and then raised her voice slightly, beaming to the room at large. “I would love to.”
It made Eriol want to ask her out all over again.
Firstly: This is for Lazulisong. She hates me and I love her so. *sob* Plus, I stole the idea from her. It's cute and fluffy.
Secondly: This is also a 'OMG, Sakura-sanyou'resoCOOL!' for milchstrasse because a certain package arrived today and I totally did the fangirl squeal.
Warning: Un-beta'd. Because my beta is asleep and I am impatient. Plus, I eventually want to write more Charlie/Claire smut and I just can't when I have something I know I'm going to post haning over my head. The internet needs more porn, damnit!
Ready for some ExT cuteness?
Disclaimer: CLAMP! CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMP!
Dedication: To Meg, who hates me, and to Sakura-san, who loves me. *love* Also, as in all things, to Chelle-sama-because, biologically, she IS me. *loves self* Plus, Amy(vampireborg) because I love her too. *loves randomly*
Note: I actually appropriated this idea from Meg. I imagine, however, that she meant (or does mean) to write it from the ‘planning’ stages. I suppose she could sue me for that if she wanted…
The Accidental Date
Eriol took a sip of water from the crystal goblet in front of him. He put it down, neatly centered it on its dainty napkin, and looked at the girl across from him. “Daidouji-san,” he began.
“Tomoyo-san,” she corrected him cheerful smile. “We’re on a date, remember?”
He lifted his glass again and studied the water within. “How could I forget?” he asked rhetorically as a diner at a nearby table giggled loudly.
“Akizuki-san seems very happy,” Tomoyo said. She smiled at the space just over, and several feet beyond, Eriol’s left shoulder.
Shrugging, Eriol took another drink. “Nakuru is probably having the time of her life.”
“I’m glad,” Tomoyo switched her smile back to him.
“I must thank you for agreeing to let Nakuru ‘trick’ you into a date with me,” Eriol smiled warmly at her. “Having her little plots come to fruition means a great deal to her.”
“You’re buying me dinner,” Tomoyo said, tilting her head in amusement, “to thank me for letting her arrange for us to ‘accidentally’ have dinner together at Tokyo’s most famous restaurant.”
“How,” Eriol repeated as another, more masculine, giggle drifted over them, “could I forget?”
This time it was Tomoyo who giggled. “You’re very funny, Hiirigizawa-kun,” she told him. “And very sweet, I think, to let Akizuki-san and Tsukishiro-san play with you.”
“Eriol-san,” he said mildly. “We’re on a date, remember?”
She giggled again and touched his hand fleetingly. Another flurry of giggles erupted from the table next to theirs. Eriol shifted slightly in his chair, angling to see the occupants of said table. There was a brief, giddy tussle before several menus snapped up, covering most of the faces. Touya, however, stared at him in undisguised reproach.
“To-ya!”
“Touya-kun!”
Half of one menu, most likely Tsukishiro’s, by Eriol’s guess, blocked him from view. Edging out from behind another shared carte-du-jour, however, was a very familiar pair of brown eyes.
Sakura-san’s hand appeared from behind the same menu, tugging urgently at the sleeve of his shirt. “Syaoran-kun!” she scolded as much as somebody with so sweet a voice and so innocent a nature could. “Hide! If Tomoyo-chan and Eriol-kun see us they might be too embarrassed to talk to each other!”
Eriol lifted one shoulder in an apologetic shrug at the Li’s look of consternation before turning back to his own dining companion. “How many courses are there tonight? Four? Five? Perhaps we should order a bottle of wine.”
“Five,” Tomoyo said absentmindedly, looking in the vague direction of their table-full of matchmakers. “Do you think they know that we can hear them?” she asked curiously.
He barely paused before answering. “No. Nakuru, Tsukishiro, and Sakura-san actually think that we have no clue that we’ve been set up, that they are here, or that we might possibly become aware of their presence.”
“Ah.” Tomoyo shook out her linen napkin. “At least Kinomoto-san and Li-kun aren’t spoiling their fun.”
“That,” Eriol said a little sadly, “is because they are loved very much.”
Tomoyo’s own smile went wistful. “Yes.”
Concerned muttering, mixed with stares Eriol could all but feel, prompted him to smile again at Tomoyo. “Well,” he said brightly. “Let’s make tonight’s dinner six courses and order dessert.”
“Eriol-san,” Tomoyo said, still solemn. “Thank you for asking me out.”
The look in her eyes, combined with the laughter at the next table turned his smile into something more real than what it had been only moments before. He felt a sudden, unexpected burst of very simple happiness. “Tomoyo-san,” he said, as the soup course was deposited in front of them, “let’s do this again sometime.”
Shrieks of excitement and loud self-and-partner congratulations broke out behind him. Eriol used it as cover. “Tomoyo-san, would you go out with me?” he asked her. The same words he’d used a week before, but with an entirely different meaning.
“Are we bringing them along?” she asked, nodding slightly in the direction of their chaperones.
“No.”
“Yes.”
The rash of barely-hushed shouting died down to robust whispers and Tomoyo smiled at him, sweet and warm, and then raised her voice slightly, beaming to the room at large. “I would love to.”
It made Eriol want to ask her out all over again.