A/N: It's odd... I can't write a more intimate story about these two.. does Hitsuzen not see them fit? -_-; Ahh, and I've been thinking, in a problematic way, "Yuko/Watanuki" BANZAI! Yup, uh-huh. Ah...; better then next time! An' next time... hot 'n spicy with a scent 'a liquor! MUAHAHAHAHA! BEWARE! _;) /
DISCLAIMER: (Heh, this is the first fanfic which I know the author(('s/s')) name((s))^^!) This great manga belongs to their wonderful creators, CLAMP. More power and love to 'em!
_DESTINED PAYMENT_
"Yuko...sama." The one word hung on the summer night's air, daring to be heard amidst the laughing grasshoppers and late cicadas.
She heard.
"Watanuki... Drop it." A mere warning. Low tone, pissed to near perfection to threaten the significance of what lie after her name.
He shrugged it off to an innocent, "Nani?"
The picture of innocence, purity. Stood idle and straight in uniform with a clean white apron on all- she adored his hair, the way it flopped.
Felt her heart break whenever a peice of his clothing waved off a bit of his scent; soon, it would all be... gone.
So she would give, tonight.
And just hope to unavoidable Hitsuzen he would be man enough to take.
"Ah, oh Kami-sama, Watanuki! Ha-yaku!" The boy, no, MAN, underneath her grinned- a lone, hungry grin full of promise as he reached up and slowly parted her rich black kimono, the butterflies imprinted on the fine silk fluttering like mad.
As they should.
Watanuki knew very well his boss was in need, would possibly harm him physically if he denied her. But he didn't WANT to deny her; he'd burn in the Devil's own personal body heat before he denied her.
SURELY he wouldn't hurt her-
"Yuko."
Ah, but she was tight. Just like her secrets that she refused to give up, letting them make an intricate pattern of her soul all around her.
Exquisitely woven.
"Wata-NUKI..!" It had been so long' it would hardly matter now, as no one would ever recall anything but the sacred sharing they both indulged in, GAVE to.
"Chotto.. matte, Yuko. Destiny bids it."
Damn.
The brat's words were too true. So she stopped, held her aching body over his, high and proud as he unlocked her secrets with his eyes, held her above with a dominant grip of her thighs.
"Yuko."
His voice was now a rasping pant. She was right there, open and wet, glistening- and he lowered her, a fraction. The relieved sob when tip brushed core was shared by both, along with quivering breaths,
"Yes."
Her answer was the key, and the access to her heart. Be it tonight or 'til the day he die- it was destiny's payment.
A/N: Annoyingly short, or intensely sweet? ^^ heh, I hate abrupt endings like this from other people, but it sure as heck tickles like crazy when I do it myself to you guys. ^^ gome, gomenasai- gimme a sound thrashing in one of your guys' reviews, huh? (hint-y, hint) ^^