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taotrooper) wrote2009-06-19 12:10 am
taotrooper) wrote2009-06-19 12:10 am
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[CLAMP] Playa Escondida
Title: Playa Escondida
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Fandom: XXXHOLiC
Theme: #29. the sound of waves
Genre: Romance, comedy
Rating: PG-13 for alcohol and bad thoughts
I dig my toes into the sand
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind
Pretend that I am weightless
And in this moment I am happy...happy
I wish you were here, Incubus
"This is relaxing, isn't it?"
"Indeed. For once in your life, you were absolutely right. Can we taste the local sake you just bought now?"
"I don't see why not, just don't drink the whole bottle, I also want to taste it. They told me it was quite strong."
"Nonsense, Clow, that doesn't exist in this world." She stretched her arm, and looked for the liquid of alcohol.
He was sitting on the hot sand, building an ephemeral European castle with his hands, deep concentration on his frown. His clothes were stained by dirt, and the coast winds hit his dark hair bangs. He was too busy to arrange his hairdo; creation was far more important than that.
His beautiful colleague was lying on a small chair made of bamboo. She had bewitched it so the wood would stay cool over the heat. Her porcelain skin, sun kissed, was acquiring a slight reddish tone.
The only sound disturbing the peace was the roar of the waves, and the cries of Keroberos and both Mokonas, who were swimming and playing in the ocean, childish and adorable half-siblings. It was the first time Soel and Larg had met the sea. It had been Clow's idea to take them all there; and since the magician was unable to do things the simpler way, he had transported them to a faraway beach on the New World. Yuuko was resilient to the plan, but everything was perfect, even the weather.
"Oh, crap!" She exclaimed, after taking the first slip. "How was this called, again?"
"Tequila," Clow answered, with a Chinese intonation. "How is it?"
"Kami-sama, this is so goooooood." Yuuko sighed, satisfied, and pushed her lips over the bottle again. Clow chuckled, and glanced at his children, soaked wet, chasing the tide and counting the seagulls. Then he turned to Yue, who was under a giant umbrella, fanning himself and covered on sweat.
"Ahahahaha, Clow? You got to taste this? It's so... ahahaha, so good! Clow? Clow!" She walked towards her partner, in not so firm movements.
"Drunk already?" He asked, amused.
"Well, this shit -is- good. And I've had half the bottle, ahahaha! Here, have a sip, you're gonna love this 'tekira' thing. The name is soooo funny and so heavenly at the same time~!"
He accepted the offer, and drank. The taste was soft and burning at the same time. He blinked several times, trying to get used to the sensation the agave juice had left in his mouth. She understood why Yuuko was euphoric.
"Viva Mexico," he whispered, in approval. "We have to buy some more bottles of these before we get back to Japan."
"Agreed!" She sat on his side, watching him while he finished the bottle in a slower pace, alternating with his sand construction work. When he was done, the small towers rose to the heavens. He was not as drunk as Yuuko, even though they had drunk the same amount of tequila.
"Looks pretty," she spoke, looking at the sand castle, when the effect was fading. "But you know it's not going to last so long."
"Nothing does," Clow replied, his gaze fixed on the shining water, reflected on his bespetacles. His eyes were filled with sadness, his smile melted from his face; and then she understood he wasn't thinking about sand. Right, his evil grin annoyed her frequently, but she could never stand looking at him like that. On those rare moments, when he showed his concerning, her heart would break from pain. She would suffer with him, unable to speak words of comfort.
Yuuko only did what she could: she held his hand, covered on sand, between hers. They stayed like that for minutes, in silence. The sound of the sea tried to console their souls.
"Excuse me," Yue yelled, exhausted, under his purple umbrella. "When are coming home? This place shouldn't be called Oaxaca, it should be called Infierno! It's so hot!"
"Why don't you take a bath on the ocean? It would cool you out." Yuuko suggested.
"Are you insane? My hair. The salt would ruin it."
"Keroberos will look worse, and he doesn't care. I'll wash it off. You're dehydrating, dear Yue."
"Forget it, Clow. I'm not going to the water."
The sorcerers exchanged looks, and guessed the other was thinking the same thing. They smirked, and took a shifty look at the moon guardian. Clow snapped his fingers, and a red energy surrounded Yue's body, controlling him. His body moved on his own, running to the ocean.
"This is not funny, Clow!" He screamed, desperately. But he couldn't stop, until he reached the point where the other three creatures were having fun. They pointed and laughed with Yue's shock, and directed some water to their brother's head, in order to get him even wetter.
"Don't you feel better now, Yue?" Yuuko asked him. Then she turned to Clow. "Hey, what if we join them?"
"Your dress," he said, laconically.
"Don't be silly, I don't care if it's ruined, ahahaha." Clow breathed hard; he didn't mean that. The water would wet it, stick it to her skin, and make it transparent. He could already picture the vision of her exquisite, almost naked figure. Didn't she see it?
"You're still drunk, I assume?"
"A bit. I told, this tekira thing is goood. But who cares, let's get wet!"
He was not going to argue back, especially since he was also drunk, and secretly wouldn't mind a closer look to Yuuko's breasts. Why not?
"All right." He took his bespectacles off, put them aside on his bag, and unbuttoned the casual shirt he was wearing.
"Uh, Clow? I'm not going to do skinny diving with you, silly old perv."
"What?" He tried not to blush. He was still a gentleman, all and all. "Just taking my shirt off, Yuuko. It's too heavy for swimming. Any problems?"
She was not going to argue back, especially since she always secretly wanted to see how Clow looked like underneath his clothes. For her surprise, she discovered, he had not an inch of fat or wrinkles. His torso was well shaped: not skinny, but not excessively muscular. Just perfect, she thought.
"What are you looking at?"
"Nothing at all," she sneered. "The last one is a hairy rat!"
They ran to the horizon, splashing through the blue stream.
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Fandom: XXXHOLiC
Theme: #29. the sound of waves
Genre: Romance, comedy
Rating: PG-13 for alcohol and bad thoughts
I dig my toes into the sand
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind
Pretend that I am weightless
And in this moment I am happy...happy
I wish you were here, Incubus
"This is relaxing, isn't it?"
"Indeed. For once in your life, you were absolutely right. Can we taste the local sake you just bought now?"
"I don't see why not, just don't drink the whole bottle, I also want to taste it. They told me it was quite strong."
"Nonsense, Clow, that doesn't exist in this world." She stretched her arm, and looked for the liquid of alcohol.
He was sitting on the hot sand, building an ephemeral European castle with his hands, deep concentration on his frown. His clothes were stained by dirt, and the coast winds hit his dark hair bangs. He was too busy to arrange his hairdo; creation was far more important than that.
His beautiful colleague was lying on a small chair made of bamboo. She had bewitched it so the wood would stay cool over the heat. Her porcelain skin, sun kissed, was acquiring a slight reddish tone.
The only sound disturbing the peace was the roar of the waves, and the cries of Keroberos and both Mokonas, who were swimming and playing in the ocean, childish and adorable half-siblings. It was the first time Soel and Larg had met the sea. It had been Clow's idea to take them all there; and since the magician was unable to do things the simpler way, he had transported them to a faraway beach on the New World. Yuuko was resilient to the plan, but everything was perfect, even the weather.
"Oh, crap!" She exclaimed, after taking the first slip. "How was this called, again?"
"Tequila," Clow answered, with a Chinese intonation. "How is it?"
"Kami-sama, this is so goooooood." Yuuko sighed, satisfied, and pushed her lips over the bottle again. Clow chuckled, and glanced at his children, soaked wet, chasing the tide and counting the seagulls. Then he turned to Yue, who was under a giant umbrella, fanning himself and covered on sweat.
"Ahahahaha, Clow? You got to taste this? It's so... ahahaha, so good! Clow? Clow!" She walked towards her partner, in not so firm movements.
"Drunk already?" He asked, amused.
"Well, this shit -is- good. And I've had half the bottle, ahahaha! Here, have a sip, you're gonna love this 'tekira' thing. The name is soooo funny and so heavenly at the same time~!"
He accepted the offer, and drank. The taste was soft and burning at the same time. He blinked several times, trying to get used to the sensation the agave juice had left in his mouth. She understood why Yuuko was euphoric.
"Viva Mexico," he whispered, in approval. "We have to buy some more bottles of these before we get back to Japan."
"Agreed!" She sat on his side, watching him while he finished the bottle in a slower pace, alternating with his sand construction work. When he was done, the small towers rose to the heavens. He was not as drunk as Yuuko, even though they had drunk the same amount of tequila.
"Looks pretty," she spoke, looking at the sand castle, when the effect was fading. "But you know it's not going to last so long."
"Nothing does," Clow replied, his gaze fixed on the shining water, reflected on his bespetacles. His eyes were filled with sadness, his smile melted from his face; and then she understood he wasn't thinking about sand. Right, his evil grin annoyed her frequently, but she could never stand looking at him like that. On those rare moments, when he showed his concerning, her heart would break from pain. She would suffer with him, unable to speak words of comfort.
Yuuko only did what she could: she held his hand, covered on sand, between hers. They stayed like that for minutes, in silence. The sound of the sea tried to console their souls.
"Excuse me," Yue yelled, exhausted, under his purple umbrella. "When are coming home? This place shouldn't be called Oaxaca, it should be called Infierno! It's so hot!"
"Why don't you take a bath on the ocean? It would cool you out." Yuuko suggested.
"Are you insane? My hair. The salt would ruin it."
"Keroberos will look worse, and he doesn't care. I'll wash it off. You're dehydrating, dear Yue."
"Forget it, Clow. I'm not going to the water."
The sorcerers exchanged looks, and guessed the other was thinking the same thing. They smirked, and took a shifty look at the moon guardian. Clow snapped his fingers, and a red energy surrounded Yue's body, controlling him. His body moved on his own, running to the ocean.
"This is not funny, Clow!" He screamed, desperately. But he couldn't stop, until he reached the point where the other three creatures were having fun. They pointed and laughed with Yue's shock, and directed some water to their brother's head, in order to get him even wetter.
"Don't you feel better now, Yue?" Yuuko asked him. Then she turned to Clow. "Hey, what if we join them?"
"Your dress," he said, laconically.
"Don't be silly, I don't care if it's ruined, ahahaha." Clow breathed hard; he didn't mean that. The water would wet it, stick it to her skin, and make it transparent. He could already picture the vision of her exquisite, almost naked figure. Didn't she see it?
"You're still drunk, I assume?"
"A bit. I told, this tekira thing is goood. But who cares, let's get wet!"
He was not going to argue back, especially since he was also drunk, and secretly wouldn't mind a closer look to Yuuko's breasts. Why not?
"All right." He took his bespectacles off, put them aside on his bag, and unbuttoned the casual shirt he was wearing.
"Uh, Clow? I'm not going to do skinny diving with you, silly old perv."
"What?" He tried not to blush. He was still a gentleman, all and all. "Just taking my shirt off, Yuuko. It's too heavy for swimming. Any problems?"
She was not going to argue back, especially since she always secretly wanted to see how Clow looked like underneath his clothes. For her surprise, she discovered, he had not an inch of fat or wrinkles. His torso was well shaped: not skinny, but not excessively muscular. Just perfect, she thought.
"What are you looking at?"
"Nothing at all," she sneered. "The last one is a hairy rat!"
They ran to the horizon, splashing through the blue stream.