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taotrooper) wrote2009-06-19 12:10 am
taotrooper) wrote2009-06-19 12:10 am
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[CLAMP] Sleeping beauty
Title: Sleeping beauty
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Fandom: XXXHOLiC
Theme: 26. if only I could make you mine
Words: 754
Genre: Corny introspection? Romance?
Rating: PG. Just for a boob shot, really.
When I woke up, it was still dark outside. Moonlight beamed on the tatami floor. I calculated, by the crescent satellite's position, it was the Hour of the Ox; what in England is known as the period between one and three in the morning.
My head was spinning. The deity of hangover was paying me a visit already. I was going to suffer from the excess of sake at dinner. I looked through my pockets, until I found the small bottle. When you get to know Yuuko, you never go to her house without some anti-hangover potion at hand. I popped the small cork and sipped; its taste was bitter, as always. Ah, that's better.
I had fallen asleep on her library. I was lying on a pile of books, and the edge of one had marked my forearm. I got up, tied my hair up, put my glasses on my nose bridge and looked for the witch.
There she was, on the living room. She was into the arms of Morpheus. Figuratively speaking, I mean, since she was snoozing on her couch, and I was the only man around. I sighed. A lady shouldn't be sleeping in that place. I put my left arm on her shoulder, and the right one behind her knees. Upsy daisy. A bit tighter. That's it. I walked to her bedroom.
I opened the bed with my mind, and I deposited her under the satin bed sheets. Her black cascade of hair, shining under the moon she loves so much, covered the pillows. Her skin looked so pale and frail, like the porcelain jars my mother used to have, and someone in the Li clan must've inherited by now. One of her rounded breasts tried to escape through the cleavage of her orange kimono. I tried to ignore it; it wasn't easy, though.
I sat on the bed, next to her. I couldn't help but gaze at her sleeping beauty. When she's awaken, Yuuko is like a hurricane, trying to sweep away with everything around her. Now she's a peaceful spring breeze, just breathing. Most moon women I've met are like water. Not Yuuko; she doesn't need a riverbed or a way to flow. She's free, like the wind. She's everywhere, just where she wants to be, blowing on people's clothes. Sometimes violent and destructive, sometimes gentle and thoughtful.
And it's odd. At that moment, I realized I wanted to be a sea bird or a sail. I wanted to hold this wind on my arms, forever and ever.
But I know better; my ship is anchored and tied to the docks of fate. And whenever my boat sails, he's not going to the sea where that wind can blow. I'm aware of my route in advance, and Yuuko has no place in it. I can't even be sure she'd want to be the wind beneath my winds.
The only thing I can do was to cherish that moment. I have to enjoy the short time we'll be colliding on fate's ocean. No matter how hard I want to meddle on its business, I have my own limitations. It's not going to make me that favor. I won't get happiness from another human being. Not in this life, at least.
She was bewitching me in her sleep. Suddenly, I noticed my face was getting close to her. Her red lips and her silky skin were seductive. I forced myself not to succumb to the urge of touching her body: I'd wake her up, and end up with a sharp object stuck in my flesh, and that wasn't very nice.
I was reminded of a Western fairy-tale I had read before. The prince would find a beautiful princess in deep slumber, and kiss her on her lips. I was tempted to do that, until I remembered we're not exactly prince and princess, and we're not going to live happily ever after. The reason the beauty was sleeping is not precisely that innocent, also.
However, my fingers moved and touched her cheeks with caress. I bent down, and sweetly scraped her lips with mine. Carefully enough, so she won't wake up. She stirred on her dreams, grinned, and rolled over. I got to my feet and covered her body with the bed sheets. It was time to leave; probably Keroberos and Yue were waiting for me. In order to scold me for being so late with no notice, that is.
In the streets, a breeze shuffled my hair bangs.
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Fandom: XXXHOLiC
Theme: 26. if only I could make you mine
Words: 754
Genre: Corny introspection? Romance?
Rating: PG. Just for a boob shot, really.
When I woke up, it was still dark outside. Moonlight beamed on the tatami floor. I calculated, by the crescent satellite's position, it was the Hour of the Ox; what in England is known as the period between one and three in the morning.
My head was spinning. The deity of hangover was paying me a visit already. I was going to suffer from the excess of sake at dinner. I looked through my pockets, until I found the small bottle. When you get to know Yuuko, you never go to her house without some anti-hangover potion at hand. I popped the small cork and sipped; its taste was bitter, as always. Ah, that's better.
I had fallen asleep on her library. I was lying on a pile of books, and the edge of one had marked my forearm. I got up, tied my hair up, put my glasses on my nose bridge and looked for the witch.
There she was, on the living room. She was into the arms of Morpheus. Figuratively speaking, I mean, since she was snoozing on her couch, and I was the only man around. I sighed. A lady shouldn't be sleeping in that place. I put my left arm on her shoulder, and the right one behind her knees. Upsy daisy. A bit tighter. That's it. I walked to her bedroom.
I opened the bed with my mind, and I deposited her under the satin bed sheets. Her black cascade of hair, shining under the moon she loves so much, covered the pillows. Her skin looked so pale and frail, like the porcelain jars my mother used to have, and someone in the Li clan must've inherited by now. One of her rounded breasts tried to escape through the cleavage of her orange kimono. I tried to ignore it; it wasn't easy, though.
I sat on the bed, next to her. I couldn't help but gaze at her sleeping beauty. When she's awaken, Yuuko is like a hurricane, trying to sweep away with everything around her. Now she's a peaceful spring breeze, just breathing. Most moon women I've met are like water. Not Yuuko; she doesn't need a riverbed or a way to flow. She's free, like the wind. She's everywhere, just where she wants to be, blowing on people's clothes. Sometimes violent and destructive, sometimes gentle and thoughtful.
And it's odd. At that moment, I realized I wanted to be a sea bird or a sail. I wanted to hold this wind on my arms, forever and ever.
But I know better; my ship is anchored and tied to the docks of fate. And whenever my boat sails, he's not going to the sea where that wind can blow. I'm aware of my route in advance, and Yuuko has no place in it. I can't even be sure she'd want to be the wind beneath my winds.
The only thing I can do was to cherish that moment. I have to enjoy the short time we'll be colliding on fate's ocean. No matter how hard I want to meddle on its business, I have my own limitations. It's not going to make me that favor. I won't get happiness from another human being. Not in this life, at least.
She was bewitching me in her sleep. Suddenly, I noticed my face was getting close to her. Her red lips and her silky skin were seductive. I forced myself not to succumb to the urge of touching her body: I'd wake her up, and end up with a sharp object stuck in my flesh, and that wasn't very nice.
I was reminded of a Western fairy-tale I had read before. The prince would find a beautiful princess in deep slumber, and kiss her on her lips. I was tempted to do that, until I remembered we're not exactly prince and princess, and we're not going to live happily ever after. The reason the beauty was sleeping is not precisely that innocent, also.
However, my fingers moved and touched her cheeks with caress. I bent down, and sweetly scraped her lips with mine. Carefully enough, so she won't wake up. She stirred on her dreams, grinned, and rolled over. I got to my feet and covered her body with the bed sheets. It was time to leave; probably Keroberos and Yue were waiting for me. In order to scold me for being so late with no notice, that is.
In the streets, a breeze shuffled my hair bangs.