Ichigo/Rukia log; Version MACBETH AND MAKEOUTS
Log is private; No characters were there to see, etc. etc.
Who: Ichigo and Rukia
What: Reading MacBeth --> Teasing --> Accidental kisses --> Accidental make outs --> SCOWLBLUSH!! --> Bickering --> Cuddles X33
Where: Ichigo's bedroom.
When: Sometime last week ahahahah 8DD
Why: Apparently Riah and I are the QUEENS of Random Logs Turned AMAZING!!
Notes:
+ Oh my god this log is retardedly adorable.
+ slkdhfkjsdhfkushdf THEY WERE JUST SUPPOSED TO READ MACBETH. And then they accidentally made out. :|
+ Yes accidentally. What of it. >|
+ No. As in. ACTUAL make outs. We never thought this day would come either.
+ They may or may not have refused to acknowledge what happened. :|
+ Clearly It Meant Nothing. :|
Ichigo was halfway through the first act of Macbeth when the chair at his desk was too uncomfortable to remain in anymore, and he sighed and stretched as he pushed himself to his feet and sauntered over to the bed, book closed on his finger. "Oi," he grumbled at the shinigami sitting there, crawling up next to her. "Shove over, I wanna read in bed for a while."
"Hey!" Rukia scowled at him, his weight on the bed throwing off her delicate balance with the laptop balancing on her lap. "What was wrong with the table, stupid?"
"The chair was getting uncomfortable," Ichigo said with a grunt, settling himself down against the wall and grabbing the pillow to prop between it and his back. "It's not like the bed's not big enough anyway."
"You upset my balance!" Rukia said, pulling her laptop with her as she scooted to the side of him. "So annoying."
"Well it's not my fault you don't have any sense of it," Ichigo said with a smirk. "Aren't short people supposed to have a low sense of gravity?"
"My sense of balance is perfectly fine when big morons aren't messing it up," Rukia glared at him, poking him in the shoulder. "And I don't even know what that MEANS.”
"It means," Ichigo said with a snort, "that it's harder to knock short people over because they're already so close to the ground."
Rukia thought about this for a moment. And then proceeded to smack him on the head. "That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard."
"Hey, it's true!" Ichigo protested with a scowl, rubbing his head where it stung. He thwapped her with his book in retaliation. "Not like I can control how tall you are.”
Rukia grabbed the book and tugged it out of his hand. "AHA!" she said in triumph. "You'd probably make me a giant. You have such bad taste."
"My taste is fine, I wouldn't make you any taller than you are now. Give that back." He swiped at the book, amused despite the fact that she was distracting him from his homework. Again.
"Because you wouldn't want anyone knowing you have someone living in your closet," Rukia said, smirking and ignoring Ichigo's swiping hand. She fell back on the pillows, lifting the book above her and opening it. "What is this, anyways?"
Ichigo snorted and flopped down beside her, leaning his elbow on the bed and his head in his hand to support himself. "Like you spend any time in there anymore anyway, you bed-hog." He reached for the book, trying to find the page he'd been on before he forgot. "It's Shakespeare, you wouldn't like it. For homework."
"I could. My bed's still made in there," she said, sticking her tongue out at him. She let him flip through the pages, but kept a firm hold on the book. "Shakespeare-san? I thought you read that for fun because you're old and boring."
Ichigo rolled his eyes, but he found his page and he gently tugged to let her know he wanted it back. "You won't. I know you. And I am not old and boring. It's for class this time."
"Ha! I will surprise you. Unlike you, I'm not boring and predictable." Rukia stopped him from taking the book back. "No. You're boring. Let me hold the book."
Ichigo rolled his eyes again and let her have it; it wasn't worth the fight he'd be engaging himself in if he insisted. Yet. "And what is that supposed to mean?" he said with an amused snort. "You're even older and more boring than me. I know you're not planning to read that, so you should let me have it."
"It means that you're boring and predictable. I thought I was pretty straightforward," Rukia said, rolling her eyes. "I'm not boring. Oh shut up. You can still read it. Unless you're blind."
Sighing, Ichigo scooted closer and sidled up beside her, reaching up again to hold the book open so he could see. "You just like to make things difficult, don't you." Not that he really minded. This was much more comfortable that his desk, at any rate.
"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," Rukia grinned mischievously. She made herself more comofortable by scooting closer to Ichigo and leaning on his shoulder. "So. Let's see what Shakespeare-san has to say."
Ichigo felt a small thrill dart through him at her action, but he didn't pull away. Instead he tugged the book closer and tried to find his place back again, eyes scanning the page quickly. "Have you ever heard of Macbeth?" he asked Rukia distractedly.
"No. Who is he?" Rukia asked, seemingly oblivious to any sort of distraction she might have been causing. She was relaxed against Ichigo and even interestedly staring at the open book.
"He's..." Ichigo paused as he tried to find the words to accurately explain the play to someone who hadn't so much as heard of it before. "He wants to be king," he settled on finally, simply, and flipped back to the beginning of the book for her. "So he plots to kill people and take the throne. It's really interesting and famous; you may even have heard some quotes from it without realizing."
"Sounds like Aizen," Rukia said, rolling her eyes and fingering the pages of the book. "I don't have to read that. I lived through it."
"No, it's not...like that," Ichigo protested lamely, scowling as he struggled to find the correct synopsis. "It's all about prophecies and things too; ambition and overconfidence and stuff like that leading to his own downfall; character is destiny or something, some Greek guy called it. It's really interesting."
"Hmm. Does that mean that Aizen will lead to his own downfall too? I think I'd like that," Rukia said, amused. "Go ahead. Start reading it."
Ichigo started at that, turning his head too look down at her in surprise.
"What, aloud?"
"Well I'm not going to read it," Rukia said, smirking.
"Lazyass," Ichigo grumbled, but he was glad she couldn't see his face as he felt it flush. He'd never read Shakespeare aloud before; only little kiddy books to his sisters years ago, when they hadn't been able to read themselves. But. Maybe she'd like it.
And if she didn't, she could at least get bored and go find something else to do, and let him read it alone in peace. So, taking a deep breath, he tilted the book to give himself a better angle and began.
Rukia smirked, but said nothing, instead leaning her head on Ichigo's shoulder as he read aloud. She paid less attention to the words and more attention to his voice. She could tell that he really like what he was reading. There was an excitement and interest there that usually didn't come up unless he was learning more about Soul Society and shinigamis. It was almost cute.
Ichigo paused when he reached the line he'd stopped at before, neck craning so he could peer down at the shinigami on his shoulder. "Are you taking any of this in," he asked curiously, "or am I just reading to myself?" There was no hint of annoyance in his tone; he just wanted to know.
"Of course I'm listening, Kurosaki-kun~" Rukia said, smiling sweetly. In all honesty, she was too happy and relaxed and playful to sit here for very long while Ichigo read from some text that she didn't understand. But she could let him believe that he was actually going to get his work done for a little while longer.
Ichigo blushed at the teasing lilt to her voice and the honorific like she was addressing a classmate. Rolling the shoulder over her head in reprimand, he thumbed the page until he found the spot again and continued. "Fine, then. I'm gonna quiz you later, though, so you'd better be."
"Oy." Rukia grumbled as he rolled his shoulder and decided to scoot closer to him, just to annoy him. She rolled her eyes, suppressing a yawn of boredom. "Yeah, yeah. I'll be sure to learn just for you, Kurosaki-sensei."
Ichigo was forced to stretch his arm out for her while she settled on it, scowling at the way it made his heartbeat quicken, but saying nothing about it. "You'd better. Shakespeare's hard to read aloud, you know."
Rukia blushed a little at how close they were, once again, sitting, but didn't comment on it either. It was just more. Comfortable this way. That was all. "He's Shakespeare-san and boring either way."
"He is not boring," Ichigo grumbled, "you're just determined not to like it. It takes a certain mindset."
"Yes, the one where you're an old man in the body of a teenager," Rukia replied in a bored tone. She turned her head and made a face at him. "When are you going to do something fun, Ichigo?"
"I do fun things," Ichigo muttered irritably, setting the book down on his lap as he regarded her. That this forced him to wrap his arm around her was not intentional, thus he refused to make himself take it back.
"Ha. Name one thing you do on a regular basis that's fun?" Rukia asked, internally excited that he had put the book down.
"I listen to music," Ichigo argued, brain scanning itself for any activity he'd really devoted himself to since taking on Rukia's shinigami duties. He couldn't. "I. Uh. I used to do karate." HA!
"While doing homework," Rukia said, amused. "Yes. When you were little. What do you do now, moron?"
"I..." Ichigo frowned as he thought. "I find training fun," he said finally. It was the only thing he could really come up with.
Rukia looked at him incredulously before starting to laugh. It was ironic, really. She remembered Matt or Mello or someone asking her the same question earlier and her answer had been nearly the same.
"What," said Ichigo sulkily, feeling a blush creep over his face. "There's nothing wrong with that."
"Boring," Rukia said simply, poking him in the cheek.
Ichigo scowled and momentarily abandoned the book in his lap to poke her back, in the side. "It is not! I like it."
Rukia squirmed a little, retaliating by poking him back in the same area. Although it didn't really matter as he was ticklish EVERYWHERE. She smirked to herself. "You need a hobby, Kurosaki."
"Stop calling me that, Kuchiki," Ichigo grumbled, flinching away from her finger. The arm around her kept him from going far. "And I have a hobby. I have several. You just don't like them."
"Shakespeare-san isn't a hobby," Rukia said rolling her eyes. She turned sideways slightly, making sure that he was sufficiently distracted from his boring book. "You need something else. Like. Drawing. Or Swimming. Maybe you can join the sewing club with Ishida."
Ichigo blanched. "Reading is a hobby!" he protested vehemently. "There's even a club for it at school! For Shakespeare, even. I am not sewing with the quincy." He scowled at the very idea.
"Reading gives you bad eyes and grey hair," Rukia said, nodding as though she was a medical expert on this affliction. "There is nothing wrong with sewing. Ishida is very secure in his masculinity, obviously."
"I'm glad someone is," Ichigo muttered, then lifted a hand to knock Rukia lightly in the head, snorting. "Moron. It does not. Reading helps culture you."
Rukia looked at his remark curiously, but said nothing in return. She glared as he hit her lightly. "Hey! Don't come crying to me when you need glasses later on and end up looking like Ishida."
"Shinigami don't wear glasses," Ichigo said smugly, then stuck out his tongue, Pointedly Ignoring the fact that a few did.
"Nanao-san does," Rukia said automatically, the picture of the stern, but pretty fukutaichou coming to mind. "Your point is moot. I win!"
"You do not!" Ichigo scowled, then knocked her on the head again just because he didn't have anything better to say. "Reading's good for you."
"Reading is boring unless you're reading manga," Rukia said defiantly, taking this opportunity to grab his MacBeth book and lean away from him, trying to hold it out of his reach.
"It is not!" Ichigo scowled and used the arm around her to pull her back and grin triumphantly, scrambling one-handedly for the book again. "Give it! You don't even like it!"
Rukia gasped as she was pulled back, but managed to hold onto the book. She hugged it defensively to her chest. "HA! Never. You will not win this time, Kurosaki Ichigo!"
"You give that back, Kuciki Rukia!" Ichigo kept the arm around her tight and reached with his free hand to try to work the book from her grasp, then got an idea and slid it around to poke at the soft spot under her ribs instread.
"You can pry it from my cold dead fingers, Kurosaki!" Rukia said, grinning. Then Ichigo began his attack on her ribs. "O-OY! N-NOT FAIR!" She tried to hold her laughter in, squirming away from his hand, but still keeping a hold on the book.
Ichigo grinned and continued his assault; he was determined not to give up until he held the book in his hand again. "I'd rather pry it from yours, Miss Fukutaichou!"
"I-I won't let you!" Rukia was nearly breathless with giggles, not being able to use either of her hands to defend herself of launch her own assault against him. Instead, she tried to lunge forward out of his reach and ended up falling into his lap instead.
Ichigo laughed and used this opportunity to grab her shoulders and pin her to the bed, only releasing one to again try his hand at grabbing his book back. "Give it up, Kuchiki! You don't even know when you're been outmatched!"
"H-hey! That is unfair," Rukia said, glaring and blushing as he pinned her down. Still she would not be defeated, hugging the book as close to her chest as she could and wiggling away from his hand.
Ichigo leaned over her to pin her down with his weight alone and worked at prying the book back with both hands now, momentarily ignoring the way she felt wrigging beneath him, or how close their heads really were. Instead he smirked and began poking at her ribs again in warning. "I'll tickle you again~"
Rukia had just a moment's consideration that this was perhaps Not The Thing To Do, but all she cared about right now was proving victorious against Ichigo. And that meant she would have to distract him somehow. And. Well. He was right there.
Grinning a bit evilly, she reached up while he was poking her again and kissed him.
It took a moment for Ichigo to realize what Rukia was doing, but when he
did he froze, eyes widening as he stared in shock at the shinigami. In all of the two seconds it took his heartbeat had quickened, his face heated, and his brain jammed. He had no idea what to think, let alone say, except that something was turning over in his gut as he realized he wanted to do it again, for longer this time, and had to swallow thickly to shove that emotion back down again.
It took Rukia about three seconds to realize what she was doing and what she had done and then her brain caught up with her and she pulled back quickly.
"I-- E-er--" She blushed furiously, wanting to apologize. Well. She didn't want to apologize for the kiss. She had actually. Maybe. Sort of. Enjoyed it. Maybe. But. She should apologize for springing that on him. It was a shame, then, that her brain wasn't functioning quite well.
Ichigo found himself distracted as his gaze wandered down to her lips of their own accord. He couldn't believe he'd just touched them, with his own no less. He wanted to do it again, and without much knowledge of his own actions he let a hand trail up to brush light, callused fingertips against the corner of her mouth. She was soft. He didn't care what she said; she was, and Ichigo was continually mesmerized by the fact.
Rukia's breath caught as she felt Ichigo's touch at the corner of her mouth. He was staring at her as though mesmerized and she couldn't help but stare back, those deep amber eyes a lot more gentle than she remembered them being. They made something twist in her stomach, her heart race just a bit faster.
She wanted to say something or do something, but the thing she wanted to do, again, would be a very Bad Idea and somehow along the way she had lost her ability to speak. So she lay staring up uncertainly at his eyes, her grip on the book loosening unconsciously.
Ichigo saw the uncertainty in her eyes and hesitated, but he was so close already and...they already kind of had. Once. Maybe on accident. But. This one wouldn't be. He let himself lean forward a little before pulling back again in hesitation, then steeled himself and closed the distance for real, letting his lips just brush lightly against and settle on hers as his mind raced at the knowledge of what he was doing, the kick to the head that he knew was coming, and the soft, gentle way her mouth seemed molded to his own. But. Shit. Shitshitshit. He liked this, it made his heart skip more beats than he thought was probably healthy, and even though he knew he was probably taking things a step too far, he couldn't get himself to pull away, and instead waited for her to shove him, pull back, anything, because he was too thrilled and terrified to move.
Rukia couldn't move. It wasn't the fact that Ichigo had pinned her down so much as it was the fact that her limbs had somehow disconnected themselves from her brain, refusing to move even if they had wanted to. She knew, perhaps, a second before what Ichigo was going to do. And the thought of him doing it of his own free will and not as some sort of a joke made that knot in her stomach continue tightening. She wasn't sure what it meant really, although perhaps she was because even Kuchiki Rukia couldn't deny what was staring her in the face--quite literally--forever. Still, she hadn't expected him to lean forward and she hadn't expected him to brush lips with hers and she most certainly hadn't expected for him to leave them there. But the thing she hadn't expected most of all was the fact that she didn't try to turn her head or break what he had started. Instead, eyes widening slightly, she found herself returning his kiss, hands unconsciously letting go of the book to reach up and grasp his shirt instead.
A small sound escaped Ichigo's throat when she reciprocated instead of stopping him, the small hands clutching at his shirt burning hot wherever they brushed against his chest. He hadn't expected this. To do anything with Rukia like this. Now that he was he couldn't stop, though, and he pressed his lips more firmly to hers in the beginnings of a real kiss, though he hesitated again, muzzled brain unsure of what was appropriate to do next. This wasn't like kissing Renji. This was nothing like what he'd explored with the redhead, and he had no desire to plunder her mouth like he had the other shinigami's, though the thought of doing so later made him shiver.
Rukia had stopped thinking a while ago, perhaps when she had initiated the first kiss, but her brain fell into an even greater state of numbness as Ichigo kissed her more firmly. Sensing his hesitation, she kissed him back equally, letting one hand unclasp from his shirt and drift up, her fingers trailing up his neck to rest finally on his cheek. She had no sense of what she was doing, of how far they were going. She only knew that this was really very comfortable and far from being awkward or unwelcome, a burning in her chest insisted that she continue and hoped he would as well.
Ichigo urged his mouth forward in response to the light butterfly touches on his cheek, the hand on hers drifting up to comb lightly through the hair at her temple, curling around to cup her head and gently angle it up just the tiniest bit so that their lips fit more comfortably together. He had no idea what he was doing. He had no idea what she was doing, letting him like this, but his brain was through trying to provide possible answers and his heart was all but thundering in his chest, and he had no idea how he was going to tell her she tasted good late without getting a black eye.
Rukia blushed at his gentle touch, could feel the heat radiating from her cheeks as they settled comfortably against one another. She could feel her eyes threatening to drift closed as his warmth and scent enveloped her, the closeness of his body and his soft kiss making her drowsy in comfort. She let her hand drift up from his cheek to make its way into the soft mess of orange hair she had so recently become fond of feeling beneath her fingers. If she had any sense at all, she would stop, but the strange fluttering of her heart somehow told her that if he didn't, she wouldn't be able to either.
Ichigo broke the kiss only to shift more comfortably over her before returninig again, her mouth never more than a centimeter or so from his own. This time he let his eyes fall closed, her nearness threatening to overwhelm his senses. The hand in his hair told him without a doubt that this wasn't just him doing this, that Rukia was responding too, and something in his chest shuddered at the thought.
Rukia had finally let her eyes close, ignoring any last warnings or hesitations that her brain was sending out. It was her and it was Ichigo and it was something. Something she had never thought about before, although maybe she had and had just never admitted, but it wasn't something unwelcome, although she was frightened by how much her heart skipped and how nice it felt and how, somehow, she felt the need for more.
Taking the time to breathe as Ichigo resettled, she continued gently running her hand through his hair while the grip on his shirt tightened imperceptibly.
Ichigo moved his mouth over hers as he let himself explore her lips with his own, acting more on feeling now than any conscious thought. The thumb on her temple stroked the skin there softly, and all he could think about was how right this felt, how he'd been able to keep himself from doing this to her for so long, and how hard it was going to be to make himself stop.
Rukia let him, taking the time to observe him and feel him as she had never thought to before. His weight still pinning her down, the soft bristles of his hair in between her fingers, his intoxicating smell and taste, which oddly--and fittingly--reminded her of strawberries felt so familiar and so perfect. If she hadn't known before why it bothered her to think of Renji and Ichigo together, she knew now. The thought of it made an unpleasant twist in her stomach and she tugged Ichigo closer to get rid of it.
Ichigo came closer willingly, his mouth opening automatically to try and deepen the kiss, reality of the situation all but gone now in the wake of the feelings invoked by the shinigami beneath him. Pressed against her as he was, he felt like he couldn't get close enough, and a hand slid down her arm to curl lightly around her waist. She was so small. He wondered briefly if he was going to crush her.
Rukia couldn't help it. The gentle movement of Ichigo's hand set her heart off racing again, if it had even stopped before. Gasping slightly, she felt the heat rush to her cheeks even as she allowed the hand on his shirt to drift up and rest on the side of his neck, his skin warm under the palm of her hand.
Pausing at her gasp, Ichigo pulled back just far enough to look at her, his eyes strangely heavy and hooded. He couldn't calm his breathing or his heart, and the way she looked, all soft and flushed and peaceful, definitely wasn't helping. A blush steeled over his nose as her remembered where his hands were, and where her hands were, and that neither of them were moving them. Um.
Rukia's eyes flickered open as Ichigo pulled back, breathing a little heavier than she was used to when not fighting against a Hollow. She stared up at him, flushing as she met his eyes and realized exactly what was going through his mind. Because the same thing was going through hers. She suddenly because painfully aware of where they were and close they were and how they were situated.
"Er."
"...Uh."
Scowling in embarrassment, Ichigo quickly rolled off of her and into a sitting position, legs hanging off the edge of the bed as he very carefully Didn't Look At Her. He could still taste her on his lips, and that sensation was bad enough, let alone the dozens of others running through his mind. He smelled like her. Her skin was soft. Her eyes were so violet. He kept his eyes on the floor across the room as he fought to calm himself and Be Okay Again.
Rukia pushed herself up on the bed, straightening her slightly rumpled clothes and trying very hard to ignore the fact that Ichigo was still sitting Right Next to her and that before their brains had started functioning again, she had quite been enjoying herself. She could still smell and taste that faint strawberry scent, realizing that she would probably never be able to eat strawberries again without her mind trailing off in dangerous directions.
As she avoided his eyes, her own fell upon MacBeth, the book lying, seemingly innocent, when it had been, in fact, the cause of everything. She reached for the book and, not turning to face him, handed it to Ichigo.
"E-er. Here. Your. Um. Book. That you. Er. Wanted. .......earlier."
Oh jeez. She was straightening her clothes. Blush deepening, Ichigo took the book from her without looking, though he had to clear his throat once before he could speak. "Thanks." He set it in his lap and didn't move again.
Well this was sufficiently awkward. Ironic, seeing as how unawkward the past....while had been. Rukia sat, saying nothing in return, simply turning redder from the awkward silence and the memories as images of Recent Events flashed through her head.
"N-no problem," she managed to say, her voice unnaturally squeaky.
This. Was so stupid. This was Rukia. And himself. And she'd been living in his room with him on and off for the last two years. And. Sleeping in his bed for the last two weeks. Which had been Fine. Until Now. Because how Ichigo was going to sleep next to her, curled around her, breathing in that fresh snow scent and feeling her soft skin under his hands, without practically ravishing her for that taste again, he had no idea.
He was never going to be able to finish the book in time for class tomorrow.
Rukia cleared her throat, getting up from the bed, eyes still averted from him. "I-I'm going to go. Um. And change."
She wasn't sure that she could get to sleep in this state, but at least the closet would put a door between the two of them. Or so she figured, as she wasn't going to try to sleep in his bed again after that.
"Your blankets are in the wash," Ichigo mumbled. Fuck, could this get anymore awkward? Tossing Macbeth to the floor, he somehow managed to scoot back on his bed without looking at her and crawled wordlessly under the sheets, thanking whatever gods there were that he'd decided to change into pajamas after his shower earlier. "I'm gonna go to sleep." His face was carefully hidden under the blankets now and he found it much easier to talk when he knew she couldn't see his burning face.
"You can come in after you change. And turn off the light."
"I-I--" Rukia faltered, hearing Ichigo's words. Well damnit. That didn't help her any. Cursing internally, she stumbled into the closet and changed, coming out a minute later and staring at the bed where Ichigo was laying. Shaking her head a little, she went to turn off the light.
"Idiot. You should always keep extra blankets," she grumbled before crawling into bed, making sure she was at the complete opposite corner from him.
Ichigo's blush hadn't diminished any as he listened to Rukia change, and it definitely didn't know that he could feel her body warmth start to warm the bed beside him again. "Tell that to my dad," he grumbled, keeping his face very carefully beneath sheet level.
"As if everything is your dad's fault. You should think about these things ahead of time," she replied, her own face buried within her pillow. Maybe if she kept herself thus, she wouldn't notice that Ichigo was just a foot away from her and probably smelled as nice as he had when they were-- Er. When they had. Been. Closer. Together. And Things.
"I don't use those blankets," Ichigo retorted, peeking a single eye out at her. "So maybe you should have thought about it ahead of time."
"As if I knew that I would-- Er. That. My blankets would be dirty," Rukia said, blushing in the middle and changing what she had been going to say. And honestly, she hadn't realized her blankets were dirty. She hadn't used them in two weeks, after all.
"Dad cleans them once a month," Ichigo muttered. "We just got...unlucky." Like either of them would have ever thought to keep spares in case that happened, anyway! That was just stupid. There was no way they could have known. None.
"You're just stupid," Rukia decided, turning so that she now faced in his direction, even though they were still on opposite sides of the bed.
Ichigo quickly pretended he hadn't just been watching her, though the fact that he was fairly certain she could see a portion of his flaming red forehead over the top of the sheet only made his blush grow brighter. "I am not. I keep my sheets clean."
"How very generous of you," Rukia said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. She tried to keep her eyes Away from Certain People, but she couldn't help it. They kept drifting back to that familiar orange head of hair. The head of hair she knew to be quite soft. She sort of wished she could feel it again. But only. Because It Was Soft. That's All. Clearly.
"How very grateful," Ichigo retorted dryly. It was hot and stuffy trying to breathe under the sheets and he was forced to lower it beneath his nose, at least, though that meant noticing that a certain shinigami was watching him. "What."
Rukia blushed, cursing herself for allowing Ichigo to notice her gaze. "Nothing. Your hair's so orange. How stupid." So she liked how orange his hair was. Liked it a lot. He didn't have to know that.
Ichigo scowled. "It's always been orange, stupid. Your eyes are too purple." She didn't have to know how much he liked that about them.
"They've always been purple, moron," Rukia said, scowling. "You're too soft. Are you a guy or not? Geez."
Ichigo flushed at that. "You're softer!" Then he quickly quieted down again as he remembered how well he knew that simple statement now.
Rukia flushed in turn, going back to her original tactic of Avoiding His Eyes. "You're an idiot," she declared finally, peering over the top of her sheets at his hair.
Damn orange hair. How irritating.
"And you're a moron," Ichigo replied. He gave her a glare when he realized where her eyes were directed. "Stop staring, dammit, you know what color it is already."
"I was looking at the wall above your head. Shut up," Rukia said, glaring at him. This was Stupid. She couldn't sleep like this. She had gotten to used to sleep right beside him, not so far away. If she wasn't in another room or right next to him, she wouldn't be able to sleep at all.
Ichigo snorted. "Sure you were. Is the wall orange now too?"
"It will be once I plaster your head all over it," Rukia growled. He was so irritating. How had he made her nervous again?
Ichigo stuck his tongue out at her with a smirk. "You'd have to beat me first, and you can't. So good luck."
"I could beat you three ways to Soul Society," Rukia said as she sat up
in bed. This really was hopeless. Maybe the extra bed in Yuzu and Karin's room would be available. She could explain to Isshin in the morning how she had mysteriously wandered into the house and back into her bed at midnight. It could be plausible. Maybe.
"Yeah right," Ichigo snorted, then frowned and watched her when she sat up. "What are you doing?" It was midnight; not like she had somewhere else to go.
"I'm going to go and sleep in Karin-chan and Yuzu-chan's room," she said grumpily.
"You can't, you'll wake them up." Ichigo sat up and stopped himself from reaching for her. He didn't really have a reason for wanting her to stay except that he'd gotten used to her presence while he slept. The thought made him blush. "Just stay here."
"I can be quiet," Rukia said, turning to glare at him. She grumbled at his words. She wanted to stay here. Because the bed was Comfortable. That's All. Too bad Ichigo was a moron. "I can't get to sleep. This is stupid."
"I know it's stupid," Ichigo sighed. He didn't feel like bothering to pretend he didn't know what she meant. "So let's make it not stupid and just go to sleep. I--" Sleep better when you're here. Like the way you smell. Think it's adorable when you tuck your head under my chin. Scowling at the thoughts running through his mind, he shoved them to the side and tugged at her sleeve as he finished with a simple, "I'm too tired to play stupid games."
"Because that worked so well a minute ago," Rukia mumbled, rolling her eyes. "Fine. Whatever." Then she shot him a glare. "Stop making fun of me." So what if she had wanted to touch his hair again? It wasn't a crime. In fact it was more ITS fault for being so ORANGE and so damn SOFT. God.
"I didn't make fun of you," Ichigo said with a frown, tugging harder. "You were the one staring. Come on." If she waited any longer he was going to put her back in bed himself."
"You were make fun of my staring," Rukia said, almost pouting now. Then she hastily added, "Which I wasn't doing. I was looking at the wall." Stupid Ichigo. Stupid hair. Stupid wall. Stupid Macbeth. Stupid Shakespeare-san. Stupid stupid stupid.
"Uh-huh," Ichigo drawled, then wrapped his fingers around her arm and tugged her backward into the bed again. "Quit stalling already, jeez. Here." He lifted the blankets for her, carefully Not Meeting Her Eyes.
Rukia grumbled as she fell back onto the pillow. Scowling, she crawled back under the blankets again, a bit closer to Ichigo than she was before. "I hate you, by the way," she said, staring at him.
Ichigo grinned back. "I hate you too." He wanted to follow that up with a kiss on her forehead like he would have Yuzu or Karin not long ago, but he couldn't do that to Rukia, not after...what they'd just done...so instead he scowled a little and burrowed under his blankets again.
"Well good," she said, burying her head in the pillow. It was lumpy and uncomfortable, so she had to scoot over a bit more before it felt comfortable again. "I wouldn't want you to like me or anything."
"Same," Ichigo muttered, his chest thumping oddly again at her words. He scooted a little closer too, but only because the blankets were bunching at his back. Now he could smell her again, and he sighed softly to himself as he relaxed.
Rukia said nothing, scowling to herself instead as she settled in. She could feel Ichigo shift closer to her and an unwanted blush rose to her cheeks. She closed her eyes, taking comfort in the fact that she could almost feel that familiar reiatsu against her again.
"You're blushing," Ichigo noticed. He poked her cheek gently, ignoring his own. "Why."
"I-I am not. You're hallucinating," Rukia said, turning even redder at his words. What the hell. How had he seen in the dark.
"Liar." Ichigo poked her again, then yawned. Her warmth was making him sleepy. "Now it's worse."
"Stop poking me," Rukia said, reaching to poke him back. "And shut up. No it's not. Go to sleep. You're stupid."
"You go to sleep," Ichigo countered, poking her once more. "I'll poke whoever I wanna poke. And I am going to sleep. I'm tired. You're stupid." He let his eyes drift closed and sighed.
"You're like a 5 year old," Rukia said with a yawn. She scooted in a little closer, clinging to the blankets. "I told you you sleep like a baby."
"I am not," Ichigo mumbled, eyes staying closed. He felt her move closer, though, and took that as permission that he could do the same. Now his arm was brushing hers and he felt Much Better. "And don't watch me sleep," he added with a yawn. "It's creepy."
"You are too. You even talk like one when you're sleepy," she said, his yawn provoking one from her. Sleepily, she inched closer again, her left arm curled between his chest and hers now. "Your hair is creepy. So orange. ...stupid."
"My hair's always orange," Ichigo replied in a murmur. "Doesn't make me stupid..." He sighed and shifted the last bit closer so that he could bump her forehead with his chin. "Your eyes're purple. It's an unnatural color too."
"Purple's pretty. Orange is stupid. Like you. You're stupid," Rukia mumbled, her voice becoming softer and softer. She snuggled her head in under his chin, her usual spot of choice. The pillow was Very Comfortable now.
"You're stupid too," Ichigo mumbled back, subconsciously curling an arm around her. "Shut up and lemme sleep."
"Me first. ...talk too much." And then her breathing evened out, a slight smile on her face.
"Talk more," Ichigo muttered, but his breathing had evened out as well, and he sighed as he nestled against her comfortably and drifted off as well.