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[CLAMP] The secret medicine
Title: The secret medicine
Challenge: 30 kisses - #28
Series: XXXHOLiC/CCS
Genre: Romance, comedy
Rating: PG
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
"Tadaima."
"How dare you! Asking poor old me to welcome you, bastard."
"You're just being melodramatic, dear Yuuko. Like every morning you wake up with a hangover."
Clow arrived to the couch where Yuuko laid down, looking extremely sick. He gave her his most sympathetic smile, trying to be nice, but she would never trust Clow Reed's actions.
"You are so enjoying this, aren't you?" She said in a whisper, looking up.
"Of course not. A hangover is not a laughing matter."
"I don't understand how you can manage to stand up... I can't even move my toes, and you drank the double of sake last night! You should be in bed with a headache, not observing my sickness with such an evil grin. How can you?"
"Oh, I thought you'd never ask."
"... Wait. Are you saying...?"
"I'm saying I have my own remedies for any physical inconvenience. I've studied healing potions for fourteen years, after all."
"Even..."
"Yes," he finished, triumphant. "Even for hangovers. Since I've been afflicted for those for years, it makes sense I had some special formulas to cure them."
She rose quickly, and her head spun around from the harsh movement. Her eyes were wide open.
"Clow, sweetie, listen to me... do you happen to have some of that medicine left at your place?"
"Not really." His smile broadened, while he rummaged through the pockets of his robes. He took a tiny green flask out of it, and offered it to the lady with a gesture. "Because," he added, "I brought it with me. Here, my gift for you."
Her jaws dropped, and she laughed while she leaned and pulled the flask out of Clow's fingers. She had a sip, and waited. After thirty seconds, a shudder went down her spine. She blinked a couple the times and got up in a jump.
"It worked! It's gone! Ahahahaha! I can't believe it!" She spun around the axis of her own body, and hugged her fellow wizard. "Thank you, Clow, thank you!"
"Well, today will be on History books surely: the Yuuko Ichihara Thanksgiving Day. A once in a lifetime event indeed," he said, amused.
"Very funny," she replied, with sarcasm. "Well, that explains why you are always so fresh the day after a night at the bar. Hey, tell me, is this medicine that difficult to do?"
"No. Actually, it's quite easy to prepare. There are a couple of ingredients harder to find, but apart from that there's nothing exceptional about it... Why?"
"Because I want the recipe for myself, fool. I assume you won't share the damned thing, am I right?"
"I'm offended, Yuuko. You're my beloved friend; of course I will share it with you."
"Wow, that's generous!" She was impressed. Maybe Clow wasn't such a bad person after all.
"I'll write it down on that sheet of paper. Is that okay for you?"
When he finished the copy, he went to Yuuko, sheet on hand. He extended his arm towards her. She reached for it, but half a second before she could grab it, he retired his arm and raised it over their heads.
"Hold on, Yuuko." He gave her a somehow cruel look, and tried to imitate her tone of voice. "You can have this sheet you wish for... for a price."
"WHAT?!"
"Why are you acting so surprised? Aren't you the one who keeps saying there's nothing free in this world, and you have to pay the exact price for everything?" He explained her, with irony.
"So you're either mocking me or taking revenge for all the times I asked you something in return of favors."
"No, not mocking you. It's more of the former." She hopped; clinging to his extended arm, but the man was more firm and won the battle.
"Son of a..."
"Leave my mother out of our business, please."
She thought hard. She needed that medicine. Maybe the price wouldn't be so outrageous. It couldn't hurt her to ask.
"Name your price, then."
"Tasting the exquisite nectar of your strawberry lips, that's what I want."
"... You must be kidding me."
"I'm quite serious. I want a kiss. It's been ages since a gorgeous woman kissed me for the last time."
"Gee, I wonder why." She didn't want to admit she was flattered he considered her gorgeous. "Just one kiss, right? Nothing else?"
"Nothing else. I'm a gentleman, after all."
"Can it be on the cheek?"
"Absolutely not. I said tasting: the only way I can taste the nec..."
"I get it, I get it! You want it on the... lips."
She considered the idea. It wasn't that grave, and it was something that wouldn't last for long. It wasn't like she had never used her feminine charm before to get something she wanted. She was a modern woman; a kiss was nothing to her. It was a win-win situation.
Then, why did she feel so embarrassed? Besides, he wasn't ugly, he didn't smell bad, and he didn't have bad breath... on the contrary.
"Okay, you win this time," she said. "But... I get to decide the ways."
"Sounds fair."
"Take your glasses off, and keep your hands on my shoulders. Touch me somewhere else, and I kill you."
"No problem." He did what she said. They were so close they could hear each other's hearts beating faster. She looked at his face: he was serious, even a little nervous, no grin of satisfaction on his lips. A rebellious strand of black hair got on the way, so he put it behind his ear, and placed the hand on her shoulder again. Without those crystals hiding them, his dark eyes were extremely beautiful. His facial features gained a special attraction that way.
She suddenly realized she was looking forward to kiss him. After all, it wasn't going to be a sacrifice from any of the parts.
She held to his waist, leaned forward, and gave him what he wanted -and what she wanted. His lips were softer than she thought they would be. She discovered she wanted to go on and on, intoxicated by both his appeal and magic presence, equally powerful and sexy.
But he stopped, and pushed her away elegantly.
"That's enough. You already paid for it; if you continue, I'll be on debt."
He handled the sheet, and she read it. 'Ten grams of Wada Calcium CD3, three ounces of...' Oh, yeah, the medicine.
She had completely forgotten about it.
Challenge: 30 kisses - #28
Series: XXXHOLiC/CCS
Genre: Romance, comedy
Rating: PG
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
"Tadaima."
"How dare you! Asking poor old me to welcome you, bastard."
"You're just being melodramatic, dear Yuuko. Like every morning you wake up with a hangover."
Clow arrived to the couch where Yuuko laid down, looking extremely sick. He gave her his most sympathetic smile, trying to be nice, but she would never trust Clow Reed's actions.
"You are so enjoying this, aren't you?" She said in a whisper, looking up.
"Of course not. A hangover is not a laughing matter."
"I don't understand how you can manage to stand up... I can't even move my toes, and you drank the double of sake last night! You should be in bed with a headache, not observing my sickness with such an evil grin. How can you?"
"Oh, I thought you'd never ask."
"... Wait. Are you saying...?"
"I'm saying I have my own remedies for any physical inconvenience. I've studied healing potions for fourteen years, after all."
"Even..."
"Yes," he finished, triumphant. "Even for hangovers. Since I've been afflicted for those for years, it makes sense I had some special formulas to cure them."
She rose quickly, and her head spun around from the harsh movement. Her eyes were wide open.
"Clow, sweetie, listen to me... do you happen to have some of that medicine left at your place?"
"Not really." His smile broadened, while he rummaged through the pockets of his robes. He took a tiny green flask out of it, and offered it to the lady with a gesture. "Because," he added, "I brought it with me. Here, my gift for you."
Her jaws dropped, and she laughed while she leaned and pulled the flask out of Clow's fingers. She had a sip, and waited. After thirty seconds, a shudder went down her spine. She blinked a couple the times and got up in a jump.
"It worked! It's gone! Ahahahaha! I can't believe it!" She spun around the axis of her own body, and hugged her fellow wizard. "Thank you, Clow, thank you!"
"Well, today will be on History books surely: the Yuuko Ichihara Thanksgiving Day. A once in a lifetime event indeed," he said, amused.
"Very funny," she replied, with sarcasm. "Well, that explains why you are always so fresh the day after a night at the bar. Hey, tell me, is this medicine that difficult to do?"
"No. Actually, it's quite easy to prepare. There are a couple of ingredients harder to find, but apart from that there's nothing exceptional about it... Why?"
"Because I want the recipe for myself, fool. I assume you won't share the damned thing, am I right?"
"I'm offended, Yuuko. You're my beloved friend; of course I will share it with you."
"Wow, that's generous!" She was impressed. Maybe Clow wasn't such a bad person after all.
"I'll write it down on that sheet of paper. Is that okay for you?"
When he finished the copy, he went to Yuuko, sheet on hand. He extended his arm towards her. She reached for it, but half a second before she could grab it, he retired his arm and raised it over their heads.
"Hold on, Yuuko." He gave her a somehow cruel look, and tried to imitate her tone of voice. "You can have this sheet you wish for... for a price."
"WHAT?!"
"Why are you acting so surprised? Aren't you the one who keeps saying there's nothing free in this world, and you have to pay the exact price for everything?" He explained her, with irony.
"So you're either mocking me or taking revenge for all the times I asked you something in return of favors."
"No, not mocking you. It's more of the former." She hopped; clinging to his extended arm, but the man was more firm and won the battle.
"Son of a..."
"Leave my mother out of our business, please."
She thought hard. She needed that medicine. Maybe the price wouldn't be so outrageous. It couldn't hurt her to ask.
"Name your price, then."
"Tasting the exquisite nectar of your strawberry lips, that's what I want."
"... You must be kidding me."
"I'm quite serious. I want a kiss. It's been ages since a gorgeous woman kissed me for the last time."
"Gee, I wonder why." She didn't want to admit she was flattered he considered her gorgeous. "Just one kiss, right? Nothing else?"
"Nothing else. I'm a gentleman, after all."
"Can it be on the cheek?"
"Absolutely not. I said tasting: the only way I can taste the nec..."
"I get it, I get it! You want it on the... lips."
She considered the idea. It wasn't that grave, and it was something that wouldn't last for long. It wasn't like she had never used her feminine charm before to get something she wanted. She was a modern woman; a kiss was nothing to her. It was a win-win situation.
Then, why did she feel so embarrassed? Besides, he wasn't ugly, he didn't smell bad, and he didn't have bad breath... on the contrary.
"Okay, you win this time," she said. "But... I get to decide the ways."
"Sounds fair."
"Take your glasses off, and keep your hands on my shoulders. Touch me somewhere else, and I kill you."
"No problem." He did what she said. They were so close they could hear each other's hearts beating faster. She looked at his face: he was serious, even a little nervous, no grin of satisfaction on his lips. A rebellious strand of black hair got on the way, so he put it behind his ear, and placed the hand on her shoulder again. Without those crystals hiding them, his dark eyes were extremely beautiful. His facial features gained a special attraction that way.
She suddenly realized she was looking forward to kiss him. After all, it wasn't going to be a sacrifice from any of the parts.
She held to his waist, leaned forward, and gave him what he wanted -and what she wanted. His lips were softer than she thought they would be. She discovered she wanted to go on and on, intoxicated by both his appeal and magic presence, equally powerful and sexy.
But he stopped, and pushed her away elegantly.
"That's enough. You already paid for it; if you continue, I'll be on debt."
He handled the sheet, and she read it. 'Ten grams of Wada Calcium CD3, three ounces of...' Oh, yeah, the medicine.
She had completely forgotten about it.