“I have this problem with you and a tux.”
Title: Distraction
Author: Cheree
Rating: somewhere between PG & R
Character: Rukia and her husband
Summary: Whenever they’re going to attend a party, little problems kept coming up…
“I have this problem with you and a tux.”
An eyebrow raised. “And the problem would be?”
“It makes me feel like not going.”
A pause, then, a reply. “I’ll be waiting downstairs, Rukia.”
Five minutes later.
Cellphone rang. The owner picked up the call.
“I have this little problem with the dress.”
“And?”
“You have to help remedy this problem.”
Their bedroom, minutes later.
The man stared-half amused, half annoyed-at his wife, who was currently lying on her stomach, her head propped on her hands, right there on their bed. Without any clothes.
She gave him an innocent smile and said, “It just came off.”
He sighed, closed his eyes briefly, and began the task of removing his own clothes.
Two months later.
Rukia, who had just finished blow drying her hair, took one look at her husband-who was already finished dressing-and threw him a question.
“You know about the problem I used to have with you and a tux, right?”
Her husband paused on his way out the door, gave her a wry smile and said, “The car will be leaving in fifteen minutes, Rukia. With, or without you.”
Cellphone rang. The owner reluctantly picked up the call.
“I have this little problem with the dress.”
“You know that trick won’t work twice, right?”
“Tricks do not work twice on you, I’m aware of that. Some didn’t work even once. But this time, it’s a REAL problem.”
He went back into their room to find Rukia standing in front of the mirror with the dress still unzipped on the back. She turned around and gave him an exasperated look.
“It didn’t fit.”
“What do you mean it didn’t fit? It fitted just fine when you bought them last month, didn’t it?”
She turned back to the mirror and said mournfully, “Well, I seem to have gained a significant amount of weight in a short time…”
She didn’t notice that her husband’s eyes darkened at the words.
“…and most of them seem to concentrate on the middle…”
“When exactly,” she almost jumped as her husband’s voice suddenly coming from right behind her. “Did this,” His hands rested possessively on her hips. “Began to happen?”
“Mmmm, about… two months ago?”
A hand slipped beneath her dress as he asked again. “And you were…” A kiss latched onto her neck. “telling me this…” The hand caressed her skin. “just NOW?”
She couldn’t bring herself to answer because the other hand just went to some place that made her moaned in delight.
“Ishida! Late as usual, aren’t you? It amazed me how you’re always early for work and late for parties. Now, where’s my darling Rukia-chan? You didn’t just left her home, did you?”
“She’s not feeling well, so I suggest that she’d better stay home and rest.”
“Not feeling well, you said? Why would she be unwell? If she was well enough to gave you that hickey, she should’ve been well enough to come, shouldn’t she? Or did you rendered her unwell *after* she gave you that mark?”
“It’s none of your business, Kurosaki.”
It was then that his cellphone rang. He immediately left Kurosaki to receive the call.
“Ryuuken-san,” his wife began sweetly. “I’m willing to forgive you for going to the party by yourself, but really, did you have to handcuff me *naked* to the bed as well?”
“The purpose was to make sure that you’ll be there when I return.”
“It that so? What’s stopping me from using my glove or Pyon to get away?”
“I wouldn’t recommend that. The handcuff was Quincy-made, Rukia. It was designed to hold both spirits and body. I doubt that you would want to share space with your body-or worse, Pyon in your body. It would be… uncomfortable, don’t you think so?”
“…”
“I see that you agree with me. Now, just sit tight and wait. The heater is on, so you won’t get cold. I’ll be back in two hours.”
“Make it one hour and you’re forgiven.”
“One hour then. See you later, Rukia.”
The End?
AN: The ishi/ruki was misleading, I know. I deliberately put them. (grin)
I'm really hooked on to this pairing. Anyone knew where I can find more of these?
Author: Cheree
Rating: somewhere between PG & R
Character: Rukia and her husband
Summary: Whenever they’re going to attend a party, little problems kept coming up…
“I have this problem with you and a tux.”
An eyebrow raised. “And the problem would be?”
“It makes me feel like not going.”
A pause, then, a reply. “I’ll be waiting downstairs, Rukia.”
Five minutes later.
Cellphone rang. The owner picked up the call.
“I have this little problem with the dress.”
“And?”
“You have to help remedy this problem.”
Their bedroom, minutes later.
The man stared-half amused, half annoyed-at his wife, who was currently lying on her stomach, her head propped on her hands, right there on their bed. Without any clothes.
She gave him an innocent smile and said, “It just came off.”
He sighed, closed his eyes briefly, and began the task of removing his own clothes.
Two months later.
Rukia, who had just finished blow drying her hair, took one look at her husband-who was already finished dressing-and threw him a question.
“You know about the problem I used to have with you and a tux, right?”
Her husband paused on his way out the door, gave her a wry smile and said, “The car will be leaving in fifteen minutes, Rukia. With, or without you.”
Cellphone rang. The owner reluctantly picked up the call.
“I have this little problem with the dress.”
“You know that trick won’t work twice, right?”
“Tricks do not work twice on you, I’m aware of that. Some didn’t work even once. But this time, it’s a REAL problem.”
He went back into their room to find Rukia standing in front of the mirror with the dress still unzipped on the back. She turned around and gave him an exasperated look.
“It didn’t fit.”
“What do you mean it didn’t fit? It fitted just fine when you bought them last month, didn’t it?”
She turned back to the mirror and said mournfully, “Well, I seem to have gained a significant amount of weight in a short time…”
She didn’t notice that her husband’s eyes darkened at the words.
“…and most of them seem to concentrate on the middle…”
“When exactly,” she almost jumped as her husband’s voice suddenly coming from right behind her. “Did this,” His hands rested possessively on her hips. “Began to happen?”
“Mmmm, about… two months ago?”
A hand slipped beneath her dress as he asked again. “And you were…” A kiss latched onto her neck. “telling me this…” The hand caressed her skin. “just NOW?”
She couldn’t bring herself to answer because the other hand just went to some place that made her moaned in delight.
“Ishida! Late as usual, aren’t you? It amazed me how you’re always early for work and late for parties. Now, where’s my darling Rukia-chan? You didn’t just left her home, did you?”
“She’s not feeling well, so I suggest that she’d better stay home and rest.”
“Not feeling well, you said? Why would she be unwell? If she was well enough to gave you that hickey, she should’ve been well enough to come, shouldn’t she? Or did you rendered her unwell *after* she gave you that mark?”
“It’s none of your business, Kurosaki.”
It was then that his cellphone rang. He immediately left Kurosaki to receive the call.
“Ryuuken-san,” his wife began sweetly. “I’m willing to forgive you for going to the party by yourself, but really, did you have to handcuff me *naked* to the bed as well?”
“The purpose was to make sure that you’ll be there when I return.”
“It that so? What’s stopping me from using my glove or Pyon to get away?”
“I wouldn’t recommend that. The handcuff was Quincy-made, Rukia. It was designed to hold both spirits and body. I doubt that you would want to share space with your body-or worse, Pyon in your body. It would be… uncomfortable, don’t you think so?”
“…”
“I see that you agree with me. Now, just sit tight and wait. The heater is on, so you won’t get cold. I’ll be back in two hours.”
“Make it one hour and you’re forgiven.”
“One hour then. See you later, Rukia.”
The End?
AN: The ishi/ruki was misleading, I know. I deliberately put them. (grin)
I'm really hooked on to this pairing. Anyone knew where I can find more of these?