[fic] Cohabitation {ALTERNATE SESSION VII: Kisses}
Title: Cohabitation: Alternate Sessions
Author: alstair
Pairing: Ichigo x Ishida Uryuu
Rating: G
Warnings: boylove, silliness
Summary: Ishida's POV. Living/rooming together is no walk in the park.
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach and the Characters of Bleach
The long awaited continuation...and housewarming.
(I apologize for the delay.)
THE SERIES:
Cohabitation: Sessions [complete]
Cohabitation: Alternate Sessions
ALTERNATE SESSION I: Waiting
ALTERNATE SESSION II: Rules
ALTERNATE SESSION III: Pajamas and Boxers
ALTERNATE SESSION IV: Plans
ALTERNATE SESSION V: Suspicions
ALTERNATE SESSION VI: Unpacked
ALTERNATE SESSION VII: Kisses
The chance presented itself to Ishida not a few days later when Inoue dropped by the university and, finding out Ishida and Ichigo had roomed together, later that evening called them up and stated her desire to have a housewarming party for the two of them. While the prospect of having Inoue around Ichigo presented a definite risk--the risk that Ichigo might hook up with Inoue should, for any reason, the truth surface (not that he believed Inoue the sort to declare passionate love boldly before a crowd or Ichigo the sort to deduce affection in covert glances and soft smiles). Still it was a risk he was willing to take.
So he had replied in the affirmative and, relaying his decision to Ichigo the same evening, patiently let the Shinigami rant ("What the hell, Ishida?!?", "Helloooo? I'm here too you know!" and other variations of the same) and throw glares at him until he got tired and decided to sit on the couch. He patiently waited until the evening in question arrived and patiently waited until Inoue had brought out her homemade cooking (saying in her soft sweet voice "I thought maybe everyone can enjoy another dish so I made one!") of which everyone had one helping of if only to humor her before downing the beer he himself had patiently waited in line at the supermarket to buy on the understanding that parties involved drinks and beer would be a particularly good choice in getting Ichigo's tongue a little looser than it normally is (although Ishida would have preferred wine to beer if he were to drink anything at all). He waited patiently until Inoue and Chad had left with final wishes of "Good luck," "Take care," and "See you both soon" leaving him and the man he had patiently adored alone in their apartment.
And, knowing the time was ripe, he allowed the Shinigami to drink a few more cans while he took the occasional sip, preferring to keep his sobriety so he could use his superior intellect to get the truth from the other man (after all it is said that confidences said in the midst of drink are probably the truest).
But fate--and the beer--had another plan.
Before the words "Inoue looked good tonight" which he had planned on using to bait Ichigo into admitting or refuting his attraction left his lips, the idiot with his disoriented eyes and fumbling hands leaned across the table and clumsily gripped Ishida by the lapels of his shirt. And before he could protest the indignity of it (the protest of course being a weak one since he was not in the actual least bit irritated by being in such proximity with Ichigo--although he would probably punch and throw any other idiot the iciest of death glares given the same situation) the idiot went and planted a rather wet and sloppy kiss on his Quincy lips. Not that the wetness or sloppiness of it really mattered. Ishida was in heaven.
And simultaneously in hell.
After Ichigo's lips left his own as the former's head began to sag down with the difficulty he had supporting his own drunken weight, Ishida was left work out what he had discovered that evening. After some minutes of contemplation he came up with the answer that he had not learned much in the way of who Ichigo was really attracted to--if he was even attracted to anyone (at which point Ishida might as well have appended "to him" but didn't).
Still the night had not been a total waste. He had resolved some matters, namely:
a) Ichigo was not in any way interested in Inoue or Chad
While the Shinigami's propensity to kiss (or sexually assault) any other human being when he was drunk had not been resolved it appeared that the Shinigami certainly had no interest in ravishing either of their friends (thank heavens for that). He'd just have to worry about every other person they knew.
b) Ichgio was still the best kisser he had ever had
No questions asked.
(The fact that that was only the second time he had ever been kissed and during the first time the idiot had been just as drunk did not form part of the comparative equation).
So all that was left for the night was to maneuver the idiot into bed before the latter vomited all over the apartment floor (Ishida had no desire to muck floors with a hangover). That and recalculating the probability that the Shinigami even remotely liked him before he fell into a sleep that would, yet again, be plagued with visions of the orange-haired idiot and his kisses.
Author: alstair
Pairing: Ichigo x Ishida Uryuu
Rating: G
Warnings: boylove, silliness
Summary: Ishida's POV. Living/rooming together is no walk in the park.
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach and the Characters of Bleach
The long awaited continuation...and housewarming.
(I apologize for the delay.)
THE SERIES:
Cohabitation: Sessions [complete]
Cohabitation: Alternate Sessions
ALTERNATE SESSION I: Waiting
ALTERNATE SESSION II: Rules
ALTERNATE SESSION III: Pajamas and Boxers
ALTERNATE SESSION IV: Plans
ALTERNATE SESSION V: Suspicions
ALTERNATE SESSION VI: Unpacked
ALTERNATE SESSION VII: Kisses
The chance presented itself to Ishida not a few days later when Inoue dropped by the university and, finding out Ishida and Ichigo had roomed together, later that evening called them up and stated her desire to have a housewarming party for the two of them. While the prospect of having Inoue around Ichigo presented a definite risk--the risk that Ichigo might hook up with Inoue should, for any reason, the truth surface (not that he believed Inoue the sort to declare passionate love boldly before a crowd or Ichigo the sort to deduce affection in covert glances and soft smiles). Still it was a risk he was willing to take.
So he had replied in the affirmative and, relaying his decision to Ichigo the same evening, patiently let the Shinigami rant ("What the hell, Ishida?!?", "Helloooo? I'm here too you know!" and other variations of the same) and throw glares at him until he got tired and decided to sit on the couch. He patiently waited until the evening in question arrived and patiently waited until Inoue had brought out her homemade cooking (saying in her soft sweet voice "I thought maybe everyone can enjoy another dish so I made one!") of which everyone had one helping of if only to humor her before downing the beer he himself had patiently waited in line at the supermarket to buy on the understanding that parties involved drinks and beer would be a particularly good choice in getting Ichigo's tongue a little looser than it normally is (although Ishida would have preferred wine to beer if he were to drink anything at all). He waited patiently until Inoue and Chad had left with final wishes of "Good luck," "Take care," and "See you both soon" leaving him and the man he had patiently adored alone in their apartment.
And, knowing the time was ripe, he allowed the Shinigami to drink a few more cans while he took the occasional sip, preferring to keep his sobriety so he could use his superior intellect to get the truth from the other man (after all it is said that confidences said in the midst of drink are probably the truest).
But fate--and the beer--had another plan.
Before the words "Inoue looked good tonight" which he had planned on using to bait Ichigo into admitting or refuting his attraction left his lips, the idiot with his disoriented eyes and fumbling hands leaned across the table and clumsily gripped Ishida by the lapels of his shirt. And before he could protest the indignity of it (the protest of course being a weak one since he was not in the actual least bit irritated by being in such proximity with Ichigo--although he would probably punch and throw any other idiot the iciest of death glares given the same situation) the idiot went and planted a rather wet and sloppy kiss on his Quincy lips. Not that the wetness or sloppiness of it really mattered. Ishida was in heaven.
And simultaneously in hell.
After Ichigo's lips left his own as the former's head began to sag down with the difficulty he had supporting his own drunken weight, Ishida was left work out what he had discovered that evening. After some minutes of contemplation he came up with the answer that he had not learned much in the way of who Ichigo was really attracted to--if he was even attracted to anyone (at which point Ishida might as well have appended "to him" but didn't).
Still the night had not been a total waste. He had resolved some matters, namely:
a) Ichigo was not in any way interested in Inoue or Chad
While the Shinigami's propensity to kiss (or sexually assault) any other human being when he was drunk had not been resolved it appeared that the Shinigami certainly had no interest in ravishing either of their friends (thank heavens for that). He'd just have to worry about every other person they knew.
b) Ichgio was still the best kisser he had ever had
No questions asked.
(The fact that that was only the second time he had ever been kissed and during the first time the idiot had been just as drunk did not form part of the comparative equation).
So all that was left for the night was to maneuver the idiot into bed before the latter vomited all over the apartment floor (Ishida had no desire to muck floors with a hangover). That and recalculating the probability that the Shinigami even remotely liked him before he fell into a sleep that would, yet again, be plagued with visions of the orange-haired idiot and his kisses.