[12 Tortures] Domination
Title: Alcohol Hog
Author: Lendra-chan
Pairing: IchiRuki
Word Count: 449
Warnings: None :D
ENJOY THE RUSHED!
His tie was loose.
It was hanging limply at his collar bone and he wore the fine silk as though it were a noose around his neck.
He hated ties. He refused to wear them whenever the opportunity presented itself. As of late, that opportunity had remained latent and smothered. It was a requirement of his job.
At least, that’s what Renji said. But that bastard always got weird kicks out of odd practical jokes; ‘practical’ being rather self-proclaimed in Renji’s case.
He barely even noticed the echo of the stairwell as he trudged upward - seven stories. The elevator hadn’t been repaired since, well, since it had been broken. Ichigo had lost count of the number of days; or was it weeks?
The burn of his muscles that unfortunately resided in his abused legs had become accustomed to the treacherous scaling of the seven story stairs. He always remembered to chew the raven haired midget out for pressing far too many buttons on a too hot summer day. He still hadn’t paid off the debt yet - maybe that’s why it wasn’t repaired yet.
Regardless, alcohol was prohibited from touching her lips from that moment on.
His door creaked loudly as he opened it - something he still hadn’t really gotten used to. It wasn’t a moment after he set his keys down on the granite countertop did he feel a small body collide against his in a fierce display of affection.
Rukia? Affectionate? Something was wrong.
And he immediately knew when she breathed her hot breath against his neck. She had discovered his, as he once thought, cleverly hidden stash of alcohol that he kept so ‘cleverly’ in his underwear drawer.
Apparently, women had a different definition and example when it came to ‘clever’ than men did; for she had found it, as she had the stash before it.
“Welcome home, Ichi-berry~” She hummed pleasantly as she purred.
He wasn’t as embarrassed as he would have been three months prior. They were dating now, weren’t they? Well, dating was the relative term; Ichigo liked to refer to Rukia as the girl who complicated his entire existence.
Which, apparently, he didn’t find such a bad thing, for he was still around and still enjoyed her company above everyone else.
But realization dawned.
She had dominated the bed.
She had dominated his schedules.
She had dominated their kissing squabbles. Yes - squabbles.
And now, she had dominated the alcohol.
He had lost track of just how many things she had taken over. His closet space, his TV time, his blankets and refrigerator. He was losing track of a lot of things lately.
And for some reason, he wouldn’t have it any other way.