Jasmine Samba: Five Times Rukia/Ichigo made out
I didn't catch Jai for a prompt today, and her Internet is down, and I didn't get her text message until after her bedtime. SO. I'm just gonna go with the thing she's always pining for, which is make-outs. Specifically, R/I make-outs.
The catch is, I'm gonna do it in canon + four alternate realities. Because it'd be TOO EASY to make it...easy. :)
Tonight's universe is GuardAR, in which Ichigo and Rukia met in a club and, after various craziness, got together for a lot of smut. (The prompt was one of those infamous raynos two-worders, and although they didn't entirely have "club sex," they certainly came close. So I made up for it with a bunch of smut.) There was also dancing, which leads into this bit. Ichigo has just been released from police custody, and he could use something to take his mind off the whole ordeal...
Ichigo stepped into his apartment and slammed the door shut behind him.
Six hours! Six hours they'd held him for questioning. Even though they'd had the file from Zaraki the whole time! They'd known he was what he said he was.
Unfortunately, that'd meant they'd known what he could do. And what he'd done...
He still wasn't entirely sure why he'd been released. Good word? Or had his boss finally picked up the phone? Very few people could stand against Zaraki when he was in a mood. It was something about his voice; it had harmonics that bypassed any sort of rational brain and went straight for the fear centers. He'd seen other officers crumple in the face of it.
Whatever. He was out. He was home. He was...
"Rukia?"
She looked up from the one comfy chair. "Hey," she said.
He stared at her for a long moment. Then he said, "Did you pick the lock?"
She nodded. "I couldn't reach you on your cell," she said. "So I thought I'd come over and wait until you got back. Where have you been?"
"Police station."
She let out a little sigh, then rocked out the chair and padded over to him. She took the edges of his jacket in her fingers, an absentminded gesture. "Did they call you in about Aino?" she asked quietly.
He nodded.
Her grip tightened. "Are they charging you?"
He shook his head.
She let out another sigh, one of relief. "That's good," she said, tugging on his jacket a little.
"Yeah. The six hours it took for them to figure that out sucked, though." His hands settled on her waist without thought.
She studied him. "But it's done," she said.
"It's done."
Her hands shifted up the sides of his jacket and tugged. He leaned forward and she brushed her mouth over his, a soft reassurance. His hands tightened a little on her waist, and he waited for her to kiss him against with a little more pressure.
But she dropped back down and away. "You look like you need a shower," she said.
He let out a little snort. "Is that a polite way of saying I smell bad, Kuchiki?"
"Heh. Maybe." Her hands dropped. "And maybe I think it would help." She moved back a touch.
"You're probably right." He looked at the clock in the kitchen and frowned, then looked back at her. "You don't have to stay."
She fixed him with a look. "I've waited for you this long, Kurosaki," she said. "Twenty minutes isn't that much more to wait."
"If you say so."
"I say so." She inclined her head towards the bedroom. "March."
"Aye aye, ma'am." He did not salute, but it was a close thing.
"Exactly."
He stepped around her towards the bedroom. He got just beyond the doorway when a question occurred to him.
He turned. "Rukia?"
"You're not in the shower!"
"How long did you wait?"
She shook her head and walked back over to the chair. "None of your business," she said, dropping back into it.
His mouth twitched, but he knew better than to push it.
(523)
So tired make-outs require brain finish laaater. *kathunk*
The catch is, I'm gonna do it in canon + four alternate realities. Because it'd be TOO EASY to make it...easy. :)
Tonight's universe is GuardAR, in which Ichigo and Rukia met in a club and, after various craziness, got together for a lot of smut. (The prompt was one of those infamous raynos two-worders, and although they didn't entirely have "club sex," they certainly came close. So I made up for it with a bunch of smut.) There was also dancing, which leads into this bit. Ichigo has just been released from police custody, and he could use something to take his mind off the whole ordeal...
Ichigo stepped into his apartment and slammed the door shut behind him.
Six hours! Six hours they'd held him for questioning. Even though they'd had the file from Zaraki the whole time! They'd known he was what he said he was.
Unfortunately, that'd meant they'd known what he could do. And what he'd done...
He still wasn't entirely sure why he'd been released. Good word? Or had his boss finally picked up the phone? Very few people could stand against Zaraki when he was in a mood. It was something about his voice; it had harmonics that bypassed any sort of rational brain and went straight for the fear centers. He'd seen other officers crumple in the face of it.
Whatever. He was out. He was home. He was...
"Rukia?"
She looked up from the one comfy chair. "Hey," she said.
He stared at her for a long moment. Then he said, "Did you pick the lock?"
She nodded. "I couldn't reach you on your cell," she said. "So I thought I'd come over and wait until you got back. Where have you been?"
"Police station."
She let out a little sigh, then rocked out the chair and padded over to him. She took the edges of his jacket in her fingers, an absentminded gesture. "Did they call you in about Aino?" she asked quietly.
He nodded.
Her grip tightened. "Are they charging you?"
He shook his head.
She let out another sigh, one of relief. "That's good," she said, tugging on his jacket a little.
"Yeah. The six hours it took for them to figure that out sucked, though." His hands settled on her waist without thought.
She studied him. "But it's done," she said.
"It's done."
Her hands shifted up the sides of his jacket and tugged. He leaned forward and she brushed her mouth over his, a soft reassurance. His hands tightened a little on her waist, and he waited for her to kiss him against with a little more pressure.
But she dropped back down and away. "You look like you need a shower," she said.
He let out a little snort. "Is that a polite way of saying I smell bad, Kuchiki?"
"Heh. Maybe." Her hands dropped. "And maybe I think it would help." She moved back a touch.
"You're probably right." He looked at the clock in the kitchen and frowned, then looked back at her. "You don't have to stay."
She fixed him with a look. "I've waited for you this long, Kurosaki," she said. "Twenty minutes isn't that much more to wait."
"If you say so."
"I say so." She inclined her head towards the bedroom. "March."
"Aye aye, ma'am." He did not salute, but it was a close thing.
"Exactly."
He stepped around her towards the bedroom. He got just beyond the doorway when a question occurred to him.
He turned. "Rukia?"
"You're not in the shower!"
"How long did you wait?"
She shook her head and walked back over to the chair. "None of your business," she said, dropping back into it.
His mouth twitched, but he knew better than to push it.
(523)
So tired make-outs require brain finish laaater. *kathunk*