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Rating:
Adult +
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13
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3
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Act 303
Title: Act 303
Author: seizansha
Word Count: 929 - as you can tell, it's unbelievably short!
Disclaimer: it's CLAMP's universe, I'm only playing in it.
Warning: There are some puffs of steam in this, a little angst, a little Daddy-daughter moment, just a lot of little bits.
Scene 1
He put more ice in the pork-bun's glass.
It was gonna be more water than brandy when he let Mokona out. He needed to thank Takao again for the enchanted cabinet. It was the only way he could keep Mokona and alcohol apart. And he really needed it tonight.
Three, no four days ago: 12:02 a.m.
He sighed as he turned away from the clock. Technically it was three and a half.
Since that day in the shower.
He'll willingly admit it. It felt good to actually be taken care of, practically pampered. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been that relaxed. Even when he had a rare moment alone he still has so much to do, worry about. That and he knew they never lasted long.
But this one did... but he wasn't alone.
It wasn't that odd to feel Dômeki's hands shake, those fingers and caresses so soft, soothing. Something he couldn't quite place told him he already knew they would be.
He'd been nervous with his first step into the bathroom. Sure, he'd been there before. But he'd only changed clothes then. He didn't think Dômeki would do anything of course, but he couldn't help it. He'd sat down to let the steam work, try to calm down, when he'd caught it.
He never thought he'd smell flowers in Dômeki's bathroom. He took a few deep breaths; the bergamot was definitely stronger and he was grateful for it, the jasmine seeping through helped ease his nervousness even more. It was the final touch that brought a small twinge of... something...
White sage, helps attune to the spirit world.
He still wasn't sure if he felt guilty or grateful. Especially after all they'd done. It had almost been like old times. Dômeki going out of his way to protect him. But he wasn't helpless anymore. At least he didn't get hurt this time... of course, he makes it out all nice and clean...
He had tried to turn his mind off as he peeled the slime away. Mokona had sucked up the pieces; looking back he admitted that they could use it. And of course, he couldn't get it to budge from his hair.
He focused on the scents, his breathing as he waited. Those fragrances really would help you sleep; he was half way there when Dômeki announced himself. All the fight in him was just gone. He wasn't sure where it'd gone, and even now he didn't care. It'd just felt so good. He hadn't wanted it to end.
Then he felt it. He still could.
His breath brushing against his lips, his presence so close before he even opened his eyes. The awe, desire... maybe it was just those golden eyes gleaming so close to him. He wasn't gonna fight it.
He was still surprised at how wonton he was.
But then... he never had...
The sensations, the emotions were so overwhelming. He wanted more, so he gave in to it all. It wasn't until Dômeki stood back up that he realized his elbows were locked, he had the edge of the bench in a death grip.
He sighed before downing his drink.
Chuckling as he opened the bottle, he poured his second one. Three hours and all he'd done was relive that moment again. He could only stare at the ice, trying to figure out why.
"Daddy?" a sleepy voice almost whispered.
Turning to find Moro rubbing at her eyes, he sat up, concerned, "What's wrong sweetheart?"
He did smile at that messy blue hair as she shuffled over to him and sat, "I can't sleep either Daddy," she mumbled as she placed her head on his shoulder.
He worked that arm around her waist as he softly leaned his head against hers. "That's okay. You can sit with me for a while," he added, just savoring the moment.
"What's wrong Daddy? Is it Papa?" Moro mumbled as she crawled into his lap.
Shifting around enough to get her comfortable, he couldn't stop himself. "Hnff, I can't keep it from you two, you're right in the middle of it," he smiled as he nuzzled the top of her head, "Yeah sweetie, it's Papa. You see... something happened the other day and... well, I'm not sure what it means."
Her "Why?" was almost lost in his shirt.
"We didn't mean for it to happen... it just happened."
"Izzat ba..." came out all breathy and low.
He smiled softly at her as he sat there, waiting until she was sound asleep. Groaning slightly as he managed to get up, he went back to their room, putting her back to bed. He sighed in the doorway before turning back to them both, softly wishing sweet dreams.
After retrieving the brandy, he chuckled as he opened the cabinet. The pork-bun was sound asleep. Gently picking him up, he took him in and left him on the coffee table, both glasses in front of him.
He got ready for bed with Moro's last mumble running through his mind.
Is it bad that that kiss happened? Or is it...?
Lying down, he realized that the more he thought about it... he wasn't trying to figure out why he'd tensed up... more why Dômeki stopped...
He jumped as he felt two tiny touches squiggling on his legs. Raising his head with a smile, the yellow and green glow stopped with a bow and a curtsy before starting to float, dancing again throughout the room. He let their swaying light lull him to sleep.
Author: seizansha
Word Count: 929 - as you can tell, it's unbelievably short!
Disclaimer: it's CLAMP's universe, I'm only playing in it.
Warning: There are some puffs of steam in this, a little angst, a little Daddy-daughter moment, just a lot of little bits.
Scene 1
He put more ice in the pork-bun's glass.
It was gonna be more water than brandy when he let Mokona out. He needed to thank Takao again for the enchanted cabinet. It was the only way he could keep Mokona and alcohol apart. And he really needed it tonight.
Three, no four days ago: 12:02 a.m.
He sighed as he turned away from the clock. Technically it was three and a half.
Since that day in the shower.
He'll willingly admit it. It felt good to actually be taken care of, practically pampered. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been that relaxed. Even when he had a rare moment alone he still has so much to do, worry about. That and he knew they never lasted long.
But this one did... but he wasn't alone.
It wasn't that odd to feel Dômeki's hands shake, those fingers and caresses so soft, soothing. Something he couldn't quite place told him he already knew they would be.
He'd been nervous with his first step into the bathroom. Sure, he'd been there before. But he'd only changed clothes then. He didn't think Dômeki would do anything of course, but he couldn't help it. He'd sat down to let the steam work, try to calm down, when he'd caught it.
He never thought he'd smell flowers in Dômeki's bathroom. He took a few deep breaths; the bergamot was definitely stronger and he was grateful for it, the jasmine seeping through helped ease his nervousness even more. It was the final touch that brought a small twinge of... something...
White sage, helps attune to the spirit world.
He still wasn't sure if he felt guilty or grateful. Especially after all they'd done. It had almost been like old times. Dômeki going out of his way to protect him. But he wasn't helpless anymore. At least he didn't get hurt this time... of course, he makes it out all nice and clean...
He had tried to turn his mind off as he peeled the slime away. Mokona had sucked up the pieces; looking back he admitted that they could use it. And of course, he couldn't get it to budge from his hair.
He focused on the scents, his breathing as he waited. Those fragrances really would help you sleep; he was half way there when Dômeki announced himself. All the fight in him was just gone. He wasn't sure where it'd gone, and even now he didn't care. It'd just felt so good. He hadn't wanted it to end.
Then he felt it. He still could.
His breath brushing against his lips, his presence so close before he even opened his eyes. The awe, desire... maybe it was just those golden eyes gleaming so close to him. He wasn't gonna fight it.
He was still surprised at how wonton he was.
But then... he never had...
The sensations, the emotions were so overwhelming. He wanted more, so he gave in to it all. It wasn't until Dômeki stood back up that he realized his elbows were locked, he had the edge of the bench in a death grip.
He sighed before downing his drink.
Chuckling as he opened the bottle, he poured his second one. Three hours and all he'd done was relive that moment again. He could only stare at the ice, trying to figure out why.
"Daddy?" a sleepy voice almost whispered.
Turning to find Moro rubbing at her eyes, he sat up, concerned, "What's wrong sweetheart?"
He did smile at that messy blue hair as she shuffled over to him and sat, "I can't sleep either Daddy," she mumbled as she placed her head on his shoulder.
He worked that arm around her waist as he softly leaned his head against hers. "That's okay. You can sit with me for a while," he added, just savoring the moment.
"What's wrong Daddy? Is it Papa?" Moro mumbled as she crawled into his lap.
Shifting around enough to get her comfortable, he couldn't stop himself. "Hnff, I can't keep it from you two, you're right in the middle of it," he smiled as he nuzzled the top of her head, "Yeah sweetie, it's Papa. You see... something happened the other day and... well, I'm not sure what it means."
Her "Why?" was almost lost in his shirt.
"We didn't mean for it to happen... it just happened."
"Izzat ba..." came out all breathy and low.
He smiled softly at her as he sat there, waiting until she was sound asleep. Groaning slightly as he managed to get up, he went back to their room, putting her back to bed. He sighed in the doorway before turning back to them both, softly wishing sweet dreams.
After retrieving the brandy, he chuckled as he opened the cabinet. The pork-bun was sound asleep. Gently picking him up, he took him in and left him on the coffee table, both glasses in front of him.
He got ready for bed with Moro's last mumble running through his mind.
Is it bad that that kiss happened? Or is it...?
Lying down, he realized that the more he thought about it... he wasn't trying to figure out why he'd tensed up... more why Dômeki stopped...
He jumped as he felt two tiny touches squiggling on his legs. Raising his head with a smile, the yellow and green glow stopped with a bow and a curtsy before starting to float, dancing again throughout the room. He let their swaying light lull him to sleep.