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Payment, ne? ^_^
Ichigo didn't look at Rukia as they sat together, two pairs of eyes focused squarely on the screen in front. He had no idea what they were going to see, only that it was some sort of chick flick Rukia was really into. Why he'd said yes, well...he didn't know that either.
The movie itself bored him ten minutes in. He made an annoyed sound and Rukia elbowed him; he scowled but she had already turned to look back the screen, her eyes rapt. He slunk down in his chair, wondering just how long this was going to last. He felt antsy and tired and wanted to leave.
He tried to reach for popcorn only to have Rukia's hand swat him away. He swore, growing more antsy, his left leg bouncing up and down slightly; until he felt something hard against it. He looked down to see if it was the chair and instead saw Rukia's leg - then Rukia's eyes as she glared at him. "Sorry," he muttered, not feeling sorry at all.
Half an hour into the movie, he felt contact again - this time unintentional. He looked over at Rukia to apologise but she didn't seem to have noticed; Ichigo blushed, wondering if he should pull away and deciding not to. His kept his knee bumped lightly against hers; his hands began to feel sweaty and he rubbed them on his jeans, resting them on top. A few more minutes passed before his fingertips were skimming lightly against the yellow dress Rukia was wearing, feeling the soft, warm skin beneath.
Rukia's eyes widened as they turned to him. She opened her mouth to say something; nothing came out. They sat in awkward silence for a few more moments, before Rukia - face a dark pink - reached down, moving Ichigo's hand to her knee, her own smaller fingers covering his.
"Stop fidgeting," she said quietly.
Ichigo flushed and didn't move; he didn't remember the movie later - the characters, the costumes, or even the plot. He didn't remember if their popcorn was buttered or not. He couldn't even name the theater they'd gone to.
He was just happy he'd decided to go that day.
^_^
"I've never met anyone like you before," said Rukia breathlessly, still reeling from their first kiss. "...I never would have expected...this."
"You taste like apples," he answered, his already-huge grin widening. "I didn't think humans could."
"Well...I'm not human," she said, frowning a little at him.
"You don't look like a shinigami," he said after a few seconds of careful consideration. "Got anymore apples?" he asked.
She rummaged around in the small bag she'd brought. Lifting one gleaming red apple, she smiled at him, brushing pink lips against his skin. "Anything for you, Ryuk," she answered, placing the apple in her mouth, heart racing when he bit down on the other side.
^_^
Byakuya sighed, frowning a little as he tried to move. Urahara had fallen asleep on him again, the warmth constant against his back. His striped hat covered the pale face; Byakuya reached for it, pushing it back until it fell on the floor. He turned slightly, running his hands through Urahara's hair, fingertips light and tender on Urahara's temple.
"You're so gentle, ne?" said Urahara sleepily, the smile on his face apparent.
Byakuya lowered his hand, letting it rest in his lap - where Urahara's hand quickly followed, threading their fingers together. "You should not pretend to be asleep if you are actually awake," said Byakuya, a trace of irritation in his voice.
Urahara squeezed closer, seeking more of Byakuya's body for warmth, head tilting to kiss Byakuya's neck softly before falling forward again. "And miss moments like these?"
Feeling the heat rise in his cheeks, Byakuya turned away. "I have paperwork to finish," he said quietly, indicating the spread of paper before him.
Urahara kissed his neck once more - more slowly this time, his tongue snaking out to lick against the sensitive spot just beneath Byakuya's ear.
"...Do not do that if you don't intend to deliver," said Byakuya.
Urahara nuzzled his neck. "I intend to. ^_^"
":|." Byakuya lowered his pen, grabbing Urahara's wrist with his free hand. "Very well then."
^_^
Isshin Kurosaki was usually a talkative, easy-going sort of person. He seemed at a loss for words, however, as Ryuuken stared at him, eyes blazing.
"Why are you crawling through my kitchen window?" he asked.
"...Well..."
"Are you unfamiliar with the concept of doors? Knocking?"
"...No..."
"Is breaking-and-entering a new hobby you've picked up?"
"...No..."
"Then?"
Isshin smiled innocently. "I wanted to surprise you!"
Ryuuken folded his arms across his chest. "For what occasion?"
"...It's Saturday?"
"And?"
"And...I thought you'd be alone?"
"And?"
"And," continued Isshin, climbing the rest of the way through, having a little trouble crawling over the sink yet still somehow managing it, "I thought we could go to bed!"
"...In the middle of the day?" asked Ryuuken suspiciously.
Isshin stood closer. He grinned in a way that Ryuuken secretly liked but scowled at nonetheless. "Don't you want to go to bed?" he asked, running his thumb along Ryuuken's jaw.
"...That's besides the point," Ryuuken replied.
"That's exactly the point," said Isshin, pressing his lips firmly against Ryuuken's.
When he pulled away, he felt fingers tugging at his wrist, urging him close once more. "I hate it when you pay attention," muttered Ryuuken, closing his eyes and smirking at the hand already undoing his tie, wondering if Isshin would tie him up like last time.
^_^
"I'm NOT playing that!" shouted Rukia.
"Neither am I!" bellowed Ichigo.
":|" contributed Byakuya.
"Shh, ne?" said Urahara, pressing the bottle to the floor. "I'll go first."
"LNK FLKFSD AWELKNWEL FLKNDF!!" chorused Ruki and Ichigo.
"Ah," said Urahara, as the bottle stopped. "Come here, Byakuya."
"...Urahara."
"Shh," said Urahara, running his tongue along Byakuya's lips, smiling inwardly at the hesitant, warm exhalation of breath as Byakuya opened his mouth more, allowing Urahara's tongue to slide against his own for several seconds before pulling back.
Urahara smiled at the trauma in the room. "Your turn, Byakuya," he said, nudging him sweetly in the side.
Byakuya scowled. "I refuse."
"Hm," said Urahara. He leaned across Byakuya and spun again. It landed - once again - on Byakuya. "Well, you can't kiss yourself." He slid open his fan, hiding a grin. "Kurosaki, will you do the honours?"
"...WHAT? NO!!" flailed Ichigo.
Urahara's gaze sharpened. "Now."
"I'M NOT KISSING BYAKUYA!"
Rukia tried not to faint.
Faster than anyone could see, Urahara lunged, grabbing Ichigo and dragging him close to Byakuya, until their mouth pushed against one another. He watched vividly, remembering it for later before dragging Ichigo back.
Ichigo wiped furiously at his mouth, wanting to glare at Urahara but not wanting to risk looking at Rukia or Byakuya.
Byakuya reached over, fingers firm on Urahara's neck as they squeezed.
"...I can't breathe when you do that, ne?" gasped Urahara.
"That's the point," glared Byakuya.
"One...more...spin?" Urahara pleaded.
Byakuya let go.
It was Rukia's turn to glare. "You're just going to let him go ahead and make us play MORE spin-the-bottle?!" she screamed.
Byakuya's face remained calm. "He promised to make it worth my while."
".......ALAFLNKF LKNSLDK FNDLSKNFK!!!" she said incredulously.
The bottle spun, landing on Rukia. Urahara sidled closer, ignoring the look of horror on Rukia's face. He also ignored the hands that were flailing at him, trying to cause serious damage to his eyes as he leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek. "Your turn, ne?"
"YOUR TURNS MAKE NO SENSE!" she cried, wiping at her cheek.
Urahara spun again.
"Yosh! Time for my OTP to make out," he said cheerfully.
"BUT IT LANDED ON YOU!" said the OTP.
"I can't kiss myself, ne?" he answered, as if this were the most obvious thing in the world.
"............."
"Go ahead," encouraged Urahara.
"NO!"
"...Let's just do it, Rukia," muttered Ichigo.
"...WHAT?!"
"If it'll make him stop..." Ichigo blushed. "Maybe we should just...kiss."
"WELKNFWEPUNW ELNKSDFLKN FLNEKLNFS --"
"Shut up, Rukia," said Ichigo before pressing his lips against hers. She stiffened, face hot as he reached up, cupping her cheek in one hand. Her eyes closed as his lips opened, tongue hesitant and warm.
"They make a nice couple, ne?" asked Urahara softly, nuzzling Byakuya's cheek as his OTP made out, kisses growing more intense.
"...I have no comment." Byakuya seemed perplexed; Urahara smiled.
"Want to leave them alone and go to my room?" he asked.
"...There's no need to be so forward."
Urahara's hands slid around Byakuya's waist, fingers playing just below his stomach. "Hm."
":|."
"^_^?"
"...Stop wasting time."
Urahara stood, pulling Byakuya along. "BRB!" he said politely as Byakuya's hands tugged at his clothes, half of them already off before they made it to his room, Urahara 100% content with the way of the world.
^_^
Does this make Rukia-chan my slave?
Ichigo didn't look at Rukia as they sat together, two pairs of eyes focused squarely on the screen in front. He had no idea what they were going to see, only that it was some sort of chick flick Rukia was really into. Why he'd said yes, well...he didn't know that either.
The movie itself bored him ten minutes in. He made an annoyed sound and Rukia elbowed him; he scowled but she had already turned to look back the screen, her eyes rapt. He slunk down in his chair, wondering just how long this was going to last. He felt antsy and tired and wanted to leave.
He tried to reach for popcorn only to have Rukia's hand swat him away. He swore, growing more antsy, his left leg bouncing up and down slightly; until he felt something hard against it. He looked down to see if it was the chair and instead saw Rukia's leg - then Rukia's eyes as she glared at him. "Sorry," he muttered, not feeling sorry at all.
Half an hour into the movie, he felt contact again - this time unintentional. He looked over at Rukia to apologise but she didn't seem to have noticed; Ichigo blushed, wondering if he should pull away and deciding not to. His kept his knee bumped lightly against hers; his hands began to feel sweaty and he rubbed them on his jeans, resting them on top. A few more minutes passed before his fingertips were skimming lightly against the yellow dress Rukia was wearing, feeling the soft, warm skin beneath.
Rukia's eyes widened as they turned to him. She opened her mouth to say something; nothing came out. They sat in awkward silence for a few more moments, before Rukia - face a dark pink - reached down, moving Ichigo's hand to her knee, her own smaller fingers covering his.
"Stop fidgeting," she said quietly.
Ichigo flushed and didn't move; he didn't remember the movie later - the characters, the costumes, or even the plot. He didn't remember if their popcorn was buttered or not. He couldn't even name the theater they'd gone to.
He was just happy he'd decided to go that day.
^_^
"I've never met anyone like you before," said Rukia breathlessly, still reeling from their first kiss. "...I never would have expected...this."
"You taste like apples," he answered, his already-huge grin widening. "I didn't think humans could."
"Well...I'm not human," she said, frowning a little at him.
"You don't look like a shinigami," he said after a few seconds of careful consideration. "Got anymore apples?" he asked.
She rummaged around in the small bag she'd brought. Lifting one gleaming red apple, she smiled at him, brushing pink lips against his skin. "Anything for you, Ryuk," she answered, placing the apple in her mouth, heart racing when he bit down on the other side.
^_^
Byakuya sighed, frowning a little as he tried to move. Urahara had fallen asleep on him again, the warmth constant against his back. His striped hat covered the pale face; Byakuya reached for it, pushing it back until it fell on the floor. He turned slightly, running his hands through Urahara's hair, fingertips light and tender on Urahara's temple.
"You're so gentle, ne?" said Urahara sleepily, the smile on his face apparent.
Byakuya lowered his hand, letting it rest in his lap - where Urahara's hand quickly followed, threading their fingers together. "You should not pretend to be asleep if you are actually awake," said Byakuya, a trace of irritation in his voice.
Urahara squeezed closer, seeking more of Byakuya's body for warmth, head tilting to kiss Byakuya's neck softly before falling forward again. "And miss moments like these?"
Feeling the heat rise in his cheeks, Byakuya turned away. "I have paperwork to finish," he said quietly, indicating the spread of paper before him.
Urahara kissed his neck once more - more slowly this time, his tongue snaking out to lick against the sensitive spot just beneath Byakuya's ear.
"...Do not do that if you don't intend to deliver," said Byakuya.
Urahara nuzzled his neck. "I intend to. ^_^"
":|." Byakuya lowered his pen, grabbing Urahara's wrist with his free hand. "Very well then."
^_^
Isshin Kurosaki was usually a talkative, easy-going sort of person. He seemed at a loss for words, however, as Ryuuken stared at him, eyes blazing.
"Why are you crawling through my kitchen window?" he asked.
"...Well..."
"Are you unfamiliar with the concept of doors? Knocking?"
"...No..."
"Is breaking-and-entering a new hobby you've picked up?"
"...No..."
"Then?"
Isshin smiled innocently. "I wanted to surprise you!"
Ryuuken folded his arms across his chest. "For what occasion?"
"...It's Saturday?"
"And?"
"And...I thought you'd be alone?"
"And?"
"And," continued Isshin, climbing the rest of the way through, having a little trouble crawling over the sink yet still somehow managing it, "I thought we could go to bed!"
"...In the middle of the day?" asked Ryuuken suspiciously.
Isshin stood closer. He grinned in a way that Ryuuken secretly liked but scowled at nonetheless. "Don't you want to go to bed?" he asked, running his thumb along Ryuuken's jaw.
"...That's besides the point," Ryuuken replied.
"That's exactly the point," said Isshin, pressing his lips firmly against Ryuuken's.
When he pulled away, he felt fingers tugging at his wrist, urging him close once more. "I hate it when you pay attention," muttered Ryuuken, closing his eyes and smirking at the hand already undoing his tie, wondering if Isshin would tie him up like last time.
^_^
"I'm NOT playing that!" shouted Rukia.
"Neither am I!" bellowed Ichigo.
":|" contributed Byakuya.
"Shh, ne?" said Urahara, pressing the bottle to the floor. "I'll go first."
"LNK FLKFSD AWELKNWEL FLKNDF!!" chorused Ruki and Ichigo.
"Ah," said Urahara, as the bottle stopped. "Come here, Byakuya."
"...Urahara."
"Shh," said Urahara, running his tongue along Byakuya's lips, smiling inwardly at the hesitant, warm exhalation of breath as Byakuya opened his mouth more, allowing Urahara's tongue to slide against his own for several seconds before pulling back.
Urahara smiled at the trauma in the room. "Your turn, Byakuya," he said, nudging him sweetly in the side.
Byakuya scowled. "I refuse."
"Hm," said Urahara. He leaned across Byakuya and spun again. It landed - once again - on Byakuya. "Well, you can't kiss yourself." He slid open his fan, hiding a grin. "Kurosaki, will you do the honours?"
"...WHAT? NO!!" flailed Ichigo.
Urahara's gaze sharpened. "Now."
"I'M NOT KISSING BYAKUYA!"
Rukia tried not to faint.
Faster than anyone could see, Urahara lunged, grabbing Ichigo and dragging him close to Byakuya, until their mouth pushed against one another. He watched vividly, remembering it for later before dragging Ichigo back.
Ichigo wiped furiously at his mouth, wanting to glare at Urahara but not wanting to risk looking at Rukia or Byakuya.
Byakuya reached over, fingers firm on Urahara's neck as they squeezed.
"...I can't breathe when you do that, ne?" gasped Urahara.
"That's the point," glared Byakuya.
"One...more...spin?" Urahara pleaded.
Byakuya let go.
It was Rukia's turn to glare. "You're just going to let him go ahead and make us play MORE spin-the-bottle?!" she screamed.
Byakuya's face remained calm. "He promised to make it worth my while."
".......ALAFLNKF LKNSLDK FNDLSKNFK!!!" she said incredulously.
The bottle spun, landing on Rukia. Urahara sidled closer, ignoring the look of horror on Rukia's face. He also ignored the hands that were flailing at him, trying to cause serious damage to his eyes as he leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek. "Your turn, ne?"
"YOUR TURNS MAKE NO SENSE!" she cried, wiping at her cheek.
Urahara spun again.
"Yosh! Time for my OTP to make out," he said cheerfully.
"BUT IT LANDED ON YOU!" said the OTP.
"I can't kiss myself, ne?" he answered, as if this were the most obvious thing in the world.
"............."
"Go ahead," encouraged Urahara.
"NO!"
"...Let's just do it, Rukia," muttered Ichigo.
"...WHAT?!"
"If it'll make him stop..." Ichigo blushed. "Maybe we should just...kiss."
"WELKNFWEPUNW ELNKSDFLKN FLNEKLNFS --"
"Shut up, Rukia," said Ichigo before pressing his lips against hers. She stiffened, face hot as he reached up, cupping her cheek in one hand. Her eyes closed as his lips opened, tongue hesitant and warm.
"They make a nice couple, ne?" asked Urahara softly, nuzzling Byakuya's cheek as his OTP made out, kisses growing more intense.
"...I have no comment." Byakuya seemed perplexed; Urahara smiled.
"Want to leave them alone and go to my room?" he asked.
"...There's no need to be so forward."
Urahara's hands slid around Byakuya's waist, fingers playing just below his stomach. "Hm."
":|."
"^_^?"
"...Stop wasting time."
Urahara stood, pulling Byakuya along. "BRB!" he said politely as Byakuya's hands tugged at his clothes, half of them already off before they made it to his room, Urahara 100% content with the way of the world.
^_^
Does this make Rukia-chan my slave?