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kinkfestTitle: "Just the Two of Us"
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Rating: PG
Warnings: Boy/Boy cuddling (kinda...)
Word Count: 175
Summary: Touya is delighted to finally have his own place--actually, their own place.
Author's Notes: CLAMP is made of cute. I swear, it's either cute and sweet, or sexy and mysterious.
Peaceful silence dominated the apartment. There was no little sister being a noisy monster first thing in the morning. There was no guardian disguised as an annoying, talking plushie that could hide in a corner and spy on them. There was no father that could accidentally walk in on a “personal moment,” no matter how much he didn’t mean to.
The apartment only had a living room, a kitchen, and a bedroom. Their various and sundry books filled the shelves and spilled out across the coffee tables. The fridge was almost constantly restocked with food for Yukito. The couch was a hand-me-down, but still comfortable enough for those now-more-common times of snuggling and just being together. They even had a bed now large enough for the two of them to sleep in, even if they really wanted to just sleep.
Touya glanced down at the sleeping man in his arms and smiled. Finally, it was just the two of them, living their lives together, just the way they wanted. And he couldn’t ask for more.
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n_finitefangirlRating: PG
Warnings: Boy/Boy cuddling (kinda...)
Word Count: 175
Summary: Touya is delighted to finally have his own place--actually, their own place.
Author's Notes: CLAMP is made of cute. I swear, it's either cute and sweet, or sexy and mysterious.
Peaceful silence dominated the apartment. There was no little sister being a noisy monster first thing in the morning. There was no guardian disguised as an annoying, talking plushie that could hide in a corner and spy on them. There was no father that could accidentally walk in on a “personal moment,” no matter how much he didn’t mean to.
The apartment only had a living room, a kitchen, and a bedroom. Their various and sundry books filled the shelves and spilled out across the coffee tables. The fridge was almost constantly restocked with food for Yukito. The couch was a hand-me-down, but still comfortable enough for those now-more-common times of snuggling and just being together. They even had a bed now large enough for the two of them to sleep in, even if they really wanted to just sleep.
Touya glanced down at the sleeping man in his arms and smiled. Finally, it was just the two of them, living their lives together, just the way they wanted. And he couldn’t ask for more.
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