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Magic Knight Rayearth: Fanfic: First Date
Title: First Date
Rating: Teen
Length: 870 words
Content notes: Talk of sex and mentions of childbirth.
Author notes: I was going to try to write a cute little romantic picnic. Instead I wrote them arguing. I guess for these two this is as close to romantic as you get?
Summary: For their first anniversary, Umi and Clef go out for a midnight picnic.
The house was quiet when Umi pulled the nursery door shut. She took a moment to check the monitoring spells were still intact before heading downstairs to the kitchen.
Clef was standing beside the worktable, waiting patiently for the kettle to boil. Beside his arm lay a neatly folded blanket and a small picnic basket. He turned and smiled at her. "She go back to sleep?"
"Out like a light," Umi said, walking over to open the bread box.
She nibbled on a bit of bread while Clef poured the now boiling water into a flask, the strong sharp scent of the night-time tisane filled the kitchen. Lid then tightly screwed on, it went in the basket. Clef tucked the blanket under one arm and picked up the basket with the other. "Shall we?"
Hastily shoving the last bite of bread in her mouth, Umi nodded. She bounced slightly on her feet as she followed him out into the night air.
Once they made it out of the herb garden and onto the path up the hill, Umi took the blanket from him so she could loop her arm through Clef's. She bumped her shoulder merrily against his as they walked.
Umi was feeling a little ridiculously happy tonight. It was over four months since their daughter was born, and Umi was starting to feel human again, rather than an exhausted and sore zombie wandering the corridors of the house and castle. This was also the first time they had managed to actually go out and properly do something together. Not that Umi disliked the quiet nights in, reading side by side, or just keeping Clef company while he worked, it just - it wasn't -
"You realise this is our first date," Umi said as they reached the top of the hill.
Clef stopped walking. "No, it's not."
"It is," Umi said.
"No…" He turned to stare at her. "It can't be."
Umi nodded sagely. "Yes, this is our first date, ever."
Clef shook his head and started walking again. "No, the storyteller was our first date."
"That doesn't count. We both agreed it wasn't a date beforehand." This time Umi stopped and pulled away from him so she could lay the blanket out. "Anyway, you weren't allowed to be seeing anyone then."
"Well, I wasn't allowed to have a baby when I did that, so-"
"Excuse me? I had the baby, not you!" She flopped down onto the blanket. "I distinctly remember being the one who carried her for ten months and who suffered through hours of labour while you were off in Council!"
"I came to you almost as soon as Miura did!" Clef dropped down beside her, basket in his lap.
"And all the blood…" Umi continued on. "For over a month, Clef. That was not pleasant."
"We've been together a year; we have a baby." Clef opened the basket, shaking his head. "This can't be our first date."
"You get babies with sex, not dates. You definitely don't have to go on a date to have sex, and we did pretty well at the whole sex thing this time last year without going on a single date."
"The ball," Clef said, taking out the paper-wrapped parcels of food. "I took you to that ball."
"And we spent most of the night apart."
"We went shopping and had lunch in the village that week too."
"It's a town, Clef," Umi said, trying not to laugh at Clef actually trying to argue technicalities with her. "And I recall that being interrupted by a large chunk of the country trying to fall off."
"You took me out in Tokyo. To that -" He waved his hand in the air as if trying to physically find the word before he gave up. "What's the place where they have the performances on a screen?"
"The cinema? Nope. Doesn't count."
"You can't just decide what does and doesn't count. This is certainly not our first date." Grumpily he unscrewed the lid on the top of the flask and poured some for each of them into a pair of little earthenware cups.
"Why can't I call this our first date?" Umi took the cup from him and looked up at the clear night sky.
"It just seems silly to think we never managed to actually - Do none of our walks count, then? Or dinners alone? A year, Umi! We can't have failed to have a single proper date in over a year." There was a rattled sort of desperate tone in his voice.
Umi bit back a laugh and leaned into his shoulder. "But we're on a date now." She turned her head and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
Clef turned his head and kissed her properly. "Unless you're going to retroactively claim this one didn't count either."
"I promise not to," Umi laughed, setting her cup aside so she could tangle her fingers in his hair when she kissed him again.
"I say the others counted too." His lips still brushing against hers as he spoke. At some point he must have set down his own drink because both his arms were on her a few moments later, pulling her closer.
Rating: Teen
Length: 870 words
Content notes: Talk of sex and mentions of childbirth.
Author notes: I was going to try to write a cute little romantic picnic. Instead I wrote them arguing. I guess for these two this is as close to romantic as you get?
Summary: For their first anniversary, Umi and Clef go out for a midnight picnic.
The house was quiet when Umi pulled the nursery door shut. She took a moment to check the monitoring spells were still intact before heading downstairs to the kitchen.
Clef was standing beside the worktable, waiting patiently for the kettle to boil. Beside his arm lay a neatly folded blanket and a small picnic basket. He turned and smiled at her. "She go back to sleep?"
"Out like a light," Umi said, walking over to open the bread box.
She nibbled on a bit of bread while Clef poured the now boiling water into a flask, the strong sharp scent of the night-time tisane filled the kitchen. Lid then tightly screwed on, it went in the basket. Clef tucked the blanket under one arm and picked up the basket with the other. "Shall we?"
Hastily shoving the last bite of bread in her mouth, Umi nodded. She bounced slightly on her feet as she followed him out into the night air.
Once they made it out of the herb garden and onto the path up the hill, Umi took the blanket from him so she could loop her arm through Clef's. She bumped her shoulder merrily against his as they walked.
Umi was feeling a little ridiculously happy tonight. It was over four months since their daughter was born, and Umi was starting to feel human again, rather than an exhausted and sore zombie wandering the corridors of the house and castle. This was also the first time they had managed to actually go out and properly do something together. Not that Umi disliked the quiet nights in, reading side by side, or just keeping Clef company while he worked, it just - it wasn't -
"You realise this is our first date," Umi said as they reached the top of the hill.
Clef stopped walking. "No, it's not."
"It is," Umi said.
"No…" He turned to stare at her. "It can't be."
Umi nodded sagely. "Yes, this is our first date, ever."
Clef shook his head and started walking again. "No, the storyteller was our first date."
"That doesn't count. We both agreed it wasn't a date beforehand." This time Umi stopped and pulled away from him so she could lay the blanket out. "Anyway, you weren't allowed to be seeing anyone then."
"Well, I wasn't allowed to have a baby when I did that, so-"
"Excuse me? I had the baby, not you!" She flopped down onto the blanket. "I distinctly remember being the one who carried her for ten months and who suffered through hours of labour while you were off in Council!"
"I came to you almost as soon as Miura did!" Clef dropped down beside her, basket in his lap.
"And all the blood…" Umi continued on. "For over a month, Clef. That was not pleasant."
"We've been together a year; we have a baby." Clef opened the basket, shaking his head. "This can't be our first date."
"You get babies with sex, not dates. You definitely don't have to go on a date to have sex, and we did pretty well at the whole sex thing this time last year without going on a single date."
"The ball," Clef said, taking out the paper-wrapped parcels of food. "I took you to that ball."
"And we spent most of the night apart."
"We went shopping and had lunch in the village that week too."
"It's a town, Clef," Umi said, trying not to laugh at Clef actually trying to argue technicalities with her. "And I recall that being interrupted by a large chunk of the country trying to fall off."
"You took me out in Tokyo. To that -" He waved his hand in the air as if trying to physically find the word before he gave up. "What's the place where they have the performances on a screen?"
"The cinema? Nope. Doesn't count."
"You can't just decide what does and doesn't count. This is certainly not our first date." Grumpily he unscrewed the lid on the top of the flask and poured some for each of them into a pair of little earthenware cups.
"Why can't I call this our first date?" Umi took the cup from him and looked up at the clear night sky.
"It just seems silly to think we never managed to actually - Do none of our walks count, then? Or dinners alone? A year, Umi! We can't have failed to have a single proper date in over a year." There was a rattled sort of desperate tone in his voice.
Umi bit back a laugh and leaned into his shoulder. "But we're on a date now." She turned her head and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
Clef turned his head and kissed her properly. "Unless you're going to retroactively claim this one didn't count either."
"I promise not to," Umi laughed, setting her cup aside so she could tangle her fingers in his hair when she kissed him again.
"I say the others counted too." His lips still brushing against hers as he spoke. At some point he must have set down his own drink because both his arms were on her a few moments later, pulling her closer.
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Why DOES Umi think that the movie doesn't count? Do they get interrupted there too??