tomoyohime8
Series: Card Captor Sakura
Ship: Eriol x Tomoyo
Preferred Rating: G - R
Theme(s): any scene in which they are witty, and where eriol is whipped, naturally.
Genre: romantic comedy

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Relativity

It's Valentine's Day, and they have a new job. This does not please him in the slightest, because Yuuko specifically said 'they' and that means putting up with an expressionless block of annoying. They have to 'go to the airport and find the princess and her wretched excuse for a smarmy little whipping boy'. Watanuki isn't sure how this is going to help them, but asking for more useful details will probably cost him his first born child and the video rights to that entire process. It doesn't take long to find her though, because she is lovely like a fairy and her dress is an unworldly confection of lace and pale purple, and the hat on her head is the size of his fist, silver beads and ribbons in the shape of a coronet.
Doumeki is staring at the man with her, who spears, guts and eviscerates him with a completely bland and innocent smile. If he flailed a bit more and had rounder glasses, he thinks he might look like Watanuki will in a few years. They escort Tomoyo-hime and Eriol to the shop, where Yuuko casually drags them both inside and informs them that the rest of the job is obeying Tomoyo's every whim. There's a beatific smile on both women's faces, and at some unseen command Eriol shudders and hastily begins unpacking a traveling case full of materials. Watanuki stares very hard at it, trying to figure out how exactly the plain little valise houses the multitude of fabrics and scissors and measuring tape and enough pins to build another London Bridge in Tokyo.
Tomoyo it seems, wants to produce a men's clothing line, and is exceptionally delighted with two more wonderfully attractive specimens to work with. She manages to flutter and bustle with complete composure and dignity while taking measurements and basting seams and rummaging. Eriol and Yuuko are enjoying the show, and appear to be having two separate conversations, one with their mouths and one borne of carefully not looking at each other.
"As soon as she untangles you, Watanuki, fetch the tea." She beams at her guests, and all the males present feel a shiver grip their spines and give it a good shaking. Tomoyo radiates gratitude and grace and no one seems able to stop quaking in the light of all the unholy joy. Tomoyo breaks the spell first, turning to Eriol, who smiles brightly back at her, fully recovered now that he has all of her attention.
"Eriol-san, I believe we went through a lot of trouble to make that rum-cake, pack it, and keep Nakuru-san from force-feeding it to Spinel while it was in the box. You should have reminded me to give it to our hostess before letting me get carried away."
"A thousand of my humblest apologies, Tomoyo. To make it up to you and Yuuko-sama, and erm… Watanuki-san, why don't I just go to the kitchen and make a fresh pot. Don't bother getting up, it's better when you don't fight the inevitable."

They have casual chitchat over scones and cake and tea. Watanuki doesn't want to be rude and ask what exactly in the hell is going on, so he says nothing. Doumeki is just naturally stone-faced. And there's cake.
"You two are pressing the envelope for incest, you know."
"Don't be ridiculous. Tomoyo is the second cousin once removed of the woman my other half married. We're not related by blood. Now, Sakura and my cute little descendant…"
Tomoyo very delicately stomps on his foot; Eriol believe she may have been taking lessons from Sakura in this regard.
"Leave Sakura-chan out of this. Also," she continues placidly, "Touya-kun and Yuki-san have arguably closer relations. I don't know what you were thinking."
"Oh I like her," purrs Yuuko, reaching for another slice of cake. "Not only does she fight back, she's right, too. You should have brought her here sooner."
"And be weak as a kitten for days after helping you anchor your shop to this world for a measly four hours? No thank you, dear lady, I'd just as soon have tea at Café Piffle Princess. Payment there simply means picking up the bill."
"Knowing you, well, you, I imagine you taking advantage of being bed-ridden to impose yourself upon the lovely Daidouji-san. Maybe I should charge you more. Besides, we're very old friends, Hiiragizawa. Not having a wish is no excuse not to come by more often."
"And don't forget the hostess gifts, she likes them as close to 175 proof as is legally manufactured," he mutters through his tranquil smile. Tomoyo's heel manages to land between the second and third phalangeal articulations of his foot, and she apologises sweetly for her misstep. This time he has no qualms about pinning her toes and maneuvering her out of her slipper to run a tickling spell of ice up her calf. She sips at her teacup like nothing is out of the ordinary even as she kicks his ankle. Yuuko doesn't know if she's relieved or entertained that the man who was once the most powerful boy in the world grew up and now plays footsie with his girlfriend at the table of the Witch of the Dimensions. Clow generally displayed more manners, but she supposes that was mostly because she rarely used hers and he was hoping learn-by-example was a thing she practiced. He was a stupid man, sometimes, but the flaws are what she remembers him by. Everyone is stupid in love, and even the memories of it.
"You sell wishes, correct, Yuuko-san?"
"Yes, but don't ask me for anything. Your boyfriend won't let you and besides… you already have everything your heart wishes for."