A Velvet Eden

Well, good evening to you my sweets! To all you who have read my other fan fiction hosted at ff.net, welcome! This account will be my place to ramble on about dirty little matters in the alternate reality version of ‘Jocasta’. For those of you who like my writing and wish to read more, please by all means go to ff.net and search for my other stories under the name Salinethesaltlakequeen. I only have three up right now, but they’re worth every minute of it. Hope you enjoy, and as always…the best inspiration is a review!

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The heavily embroidered silk slid between Clow’s fingertips, ye gods it was gorgeous! The kimono was fashioned out of the most expensive dark silk, an inky blue that had been embroidered with a design of tall, long legged cranes that stood gracefully in water, allowing it to pool seductively around one foot. The waves and the fishes, along with the long weeping branches of willows and the leaves that tickled the surface of the water. All of it had been done in such exquisite detail.
Striding up the steps to his guardian’s room, Clow shifted the bundle out from underneath his arm. True, he had already bought dozens of the lovely garments for the moon guardian, but this one in particular had seemed to be made just for him. The kimono, the dark black obi with the golden fish pattern, the dozens and dozens of layers of under robes that would shyly peek out from the sleeves and large neck of the garment….Clow shivered.
“Yue?” he asked, knocking on the door, not bothering to wait for an answer he opened the door and stepped in. “Yue, there’s something that I got in town the other day and-”
“Clow!!!” the moon guardian flushed in embarrassment as he struggled to clothe himself. “Don’t you ever knock?!”
“Well, I could…but then I’d miss out on the chance to see you changing.” The mage grinned.
“C-could you step out for a moment and let me finish?”
“Don’t bother; I brought you something to wear. Please humor me and try it on this time.”
“Clow, how many times do I need to tell you? My work robes are just fine…” Yue stopped short once he saw the blue-black creation in his master’s hands. “Oh, Clow…”
“I knew you’d like it” he smiled as he watched white finger tips reach out hesitantly to finger the material. “And don’t pretend you don’t like the clothes I buy for you. If you really didn’t like them you wouldn’t take so much pleasure in wearing the things I’ve brought for you in that quite extensive wardrobe you own now.”
Taking the robe along with all of it’s under layers and obi, Yue made ready to change into his master’s latest gift before he realized that the older man had taken a seat on his bed.
“Ummmm, Clow-sama…would you mind…would you mind leaving while I change?”
“But won’t you need help tying the obi?”
“Well…yes, but that can wait until I’m properly dressed. Like always?”
“But I want to see you in it now” Clow complained, what had gotten in to him? He had never had any trouble giving his guardian space and privacy before. Some voice deep within him whispered obscene thoughts into his head, making him realize that perversely, he wanted to watch the moon guardian change. “I promise not to look while you change. Besides, it’ll only take you a moment and it’s too much trouble to get up only to have to come back in…”
“Lazy thing…” Yue muttered before turning away to discard the scarlet robes he had begun to don. Looking back one more time to make sure the mage wasn’t watching, he let his robes slide o the floor, letting the material send out an erotic hiss as it slid down bare skin.
Clow could feel the sounds of cloth rubbing against naked flesh beginning to take its toll. Something deep in his gut tightened, almost pleasure fully so….
“Alright, you can look now…”
Clow shakingly removed his hands from his face, hardly daring to believe that he had not peeked at the guardian at least once in his changing. Not daring to stand just yet he bade the guardian to come and stand in front of where he sat so he could begin the long process of properly dressing Yue.
An hour later he sat back and admired his handy work. Every layer of silk lay perfectly in place, the long sash tied in the bow-like fashion that Clow found so charming on young girls. Silently he giggled, thankful that he had managed to convince the shy guardian that the clothes were not reserved for girls alone. But the best part was the way the large open neck line dipped seductively low in the back. He had been told the Japanese found this part of the body more tantalizing than any other. He was beginning to see why.
Looking up, he found his guardian fidgeting uncomfortably under his stare. “You don’t like it do you?”
Clow allowed his appreciation to seep into his eyes.
“No...” he breathed, “I don’t like it. I love it. You look beautiful.”
Yue turned his head away, instinctively trying to hide the blush creeping up in his cheeks. He was glad that he had decided to leave his hair down and unbound, so that it fell in smooth silky sheaths all the way to the floor to wear it curled slightly at the ends by his feet. Hiding behind his hair as the mage continued his inspection of him he wondered silently at his feelings for the man that now stood in front of him. Recently it had become almost too much to bear. Even a few moments ago he had found himself almost wishing that the older man would break his word and watch him change…..
Caught up in their own thoughts the two glanced into the other’s face and caught their breath. Was it possible that they were…..?

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Sorry to make this chapter so short! Ill update either today or tomorrow… I just wanted to put appropriate spacing between chapters so that I don’t have to write so much stupid filler and I can get to the good stuff as quickly as possible. I plan to get as dirty and sexamaliscious as possible with this fic. Don’t worry, smut shall soon ensue. Just need to use this chapter to find my bearings around aff.net….see you shortly. Something terribly shabby people…
A note on kimonos…all kimono are made exactly the same, there are no sizes. The adjustments are made by folding the cloth under the sash, or obi, as it is more properly called. The obi is usually twice as long as it’s wearer and has dozens of styles it can be folded into. All of this is never done by the wearer, when dealing with traditional kimono (I imagine some of the less expensive modern ones are an exception), and in the olden days, women who frequently wore kimonos would either have their maids do this task of properly fitting the kimono around them, or would pay a large fee every month to a man that would make stops at certain houses every morning to come and help dress them. The more subtle aspects of obi wearing shall come into play in the next chapter.