31_days | Dec. 09th [xxxHOLiC] At the End of the Week

Title: At the End of the Week
Day/Theme: Dec. 9th - In love on Fridays
Series: xxxHOLiC
Character/Pairing: Clow Reed x Yuuko Ichihara
Rating: PG

When the witch showed up on his porch that late evening, he could not contain his look of mild surprise – and the fact that it had been unexpected only made her visit an ever greater delight.

All the snarling and bickering was already a part of their routine, but only rarely they would have an actual argument serious enough as to create a tense atmosphere between the two, thus forcing them to stay away from each other for longer periods of time – just like they had been for nearly an entire week now. Whenever that happened, Clow was usually the one to collect himself first and apologize, even at the risk of being greeted by Yuuko’s enraged hands on his face; luckily to him, however, she had yet to go that far.

Of course, until that day, she had never come to his house while they were deliberately avoiding each other, either; for that reason, he could not help but wonder whether this was also going to be the first time Yuuko would resort to physical harm rather than settling for verbal aggression only, like she normally did. Much to his relief, those fears did not come true - although she did have him fooled for a second when she grabbed him by the collar and their bodies collided.

For that single moment, he thought Yuuko would strike him with all her furious might, but the heavens decided he was oh-so-pleasantly wrong. Instead, she kissed him with the same need and craving of someone who had been deprived of air for too long, to which Clow responded in kind.

“I thought you were mad at me?” He said once their lips parted and smiled, in a mix of conceit and contentment that he just couldn’t hide.

“I still am,” She gave him a half-glare; between the two of them, Yuuko had always been the more skilled one when it came to disguising her true feelings, after all. “And this has only made it worse.”

“Ah, but a kiss is a mutual exchange,” He stated in an altogether nonchalant fashion, running his bony fingers through her hair. “And I was not the one who initiated it, either.”

“I know. And that’s exactly what makes me so damn mad.”

Her face contorted into a frustrated, if oddly cute, expression and he chuckled at that, taking the initiative to pursue her very kissable pout once more. Clow Reed knew of many things, except of a better way to start off the weekend.