Fanfic Post: Preparations [Bleach]
Title: Preparations
Author: seoinage
Gift for: avi_via_vai @ bleach_exchange
Request: Ren/Ruki
Genre: Romance
Spoilers None
Disclaimer BLEACH © 2001 by TITE KUBO/SHUEISHA Inc. and assorted corporations who bought various rights to it.
~*~
She greeted him none too gently, bringing a very cold and very bare foot down hard against his ribcage. Since he liked sleeping in the buff and had a habit of kicking the blanket off, he felt the full impact of the block of ice (imitating as her foot) against his bare skin. In a sadistically cheerful voice she sang out, “Renji, get up~”
He groaned, trying to pull away but she roughly shook, or rather, shoved at his prone body with her foot, the sole of which rapidly warmed with their continued contact. Little leech. When he felt her weight shift, Renji’s hand shot out, catching her slim ankle before she could move away. His fingers encircled her fully, and with room to spare.
Sleep long since gone, he looked up at her with half-lidded eyes, gruffly rasping, “D’ya have to do this every morning?”
The pre-dawn light streaming in from the rice-papered windows faintly illuminated one side of her while casting the other in shadow. Even if mud caked his eyes closed, he would have seen that self-satisfied smirk on her face. He certainly felt those toes of hers digging into him when she wiggled and arched her foot against him.
He yelped.
She laughed.
In split-second retaliation, his grip on her ankle tightened and pulled, and then she could only fall awkwardly across him. The patterned cloth of her pale lilac yukata whispered in flight as her arms shot out in reaction, and he could see how her dark eyes widened as her hair flew away from her face, lips parted in a gasp. Abruptly, her forward dive halted when he caught her halfway, tattooed arms curving around her, and in the span of less of a thought and more of desire, Rukia found herself lying on the futon looking up into the shadowed face of the man now over her, his red hair long and loose around them.
Had it only been a mere minute? How could one tell between dream and reality?
A hush fell between them momentarily, and then Rukia whispered archly, “What, this the only way to get a girl in bed?”
Her challenging gaze speared him in high contrast to the message of her supine position, one that she continued to assume even though they both knew that she didn’t have to, even though he had her in a half-embrace with one arm beneath her, his other arm braced to her side, his legs holding hers down. All effectively trapping her there.
She didn’t have to stay; she only had to tense up or give him that look or say a word, and she’d have his acquiescence. But she did stay. And so he smoldered.
Her hands, with their palms up, hadn’t moved either from where they’d landed. One lay off to the right of her temple, trapping strands of glossy black underneath. The second rode high above her head. She looked like an offering of old, of maidens fair and sweet and infinitely his.
Rukia smiled softly and dangerously, like a secret about to unfurl and dye everything in liquid crimson.
Renji’s gaze sharpened, hungered; he could see himself reflected in hers. Just as she was reflected in his. Time felt slow...languid, yet fluid. He knew no other place where he’d rather be than here in this quiet room on this futon with this woman looking up at him with that familiar yet elusive quirk to her lips that drew him in riptide strong, always, without fail. His nostrils flaired minutely and he moved to lessen the distance between them, upper body dipping down to kiss hers. Gradually, bicep straining, he lowered himself one-handed while resettling his hips between her accomodating legs. He didn’t get very far.
“Hold it.” A small hand suddenly pressed against his forehead, stopping him. Then his face was being used as leverage for her to peer around his shoulder. In the next series of movements, she had him off her and the futon and onto the cold hard floor. With an unconcerned “time’s up,” Rukia got to her feet to step around him, finger combing her hair and readjusting her yukata to make good her leave.
Renji sighed. That seemed the only thing to do since he couldn’t continue what he really wanted to do. Hearing her near the door, he finally got up and followed to meet her there, his tattoos dark and wicked against his skin.
She reached out, fingertips tracing the one edging over the left side of his chest, exhaling the merest bit at the tactile contact. When she stood up on tiptoes, face lifted towards his, he didn’t stand a chance. Captains meeting be damned. There were more important things today.
Later, back in her quarters, about freshen up and change into uniform, Rukia found the note he’d tucked into her obi when they’d kissed. The flush from earlier returned, this time in anticipated pleasure. He'd remembered.
The note read:
Preparations made. You know where. Meet at sundown. Empire State Building.
~*~
(Renji didn't really understand that movie, but he understood that it made her happy, even if in a very weepy sort of way to which she'd heartily deny. Chocolate bunnies, being plentiful this time during the year, also helped his cause. He always made sure to stock up thanks to a certain store in Karakura.)
Fin
A/N: Yes, I couldn’t resist making a reference to An Affair to Remember and therefore also Sleepless in Seattle since this is a backup gift for a Valentine’s Day exchange. ^^ I hope that my first attempt at Renji/Rukia was ok! I actually did mean to include smut, since that was in avi_via_vai’s request, but I sorta ran out of time. Sorry. D:
As for whether the Valentine's Day ritual is western or Japanese, it's an amalgam of the two in this fic since it's set during a nebulous time and in SS. Rukia tried the homemade chocolate thing once, with near-fatal results. Let's leave it at that. :)
Umber is a very
penguin_sensei, I think this safe for you to read if you like the pairing. :)
Author: seoinage
Gift for: avi_via_vai @ bleach_exchange
Request: Ren/Ruki
Genre: Romance
Spoilers None
Disclaimer BLEACH © 2001 by TITE KUBO/SHUEISHA Inc. and assorted corporations who bought various rights to it.
~*~
She greeted him none too gently, bringing a very cold and very bare foot down hard against his ribcage. Since he liked sleeping in the buff and had a habit of kicking the blanket off, he felt the full impact of the block of ice (imitating as her foot) against his bare skin. In a sadistically cheerful voice she sang out, “Renji, get up~”
He groaned, trying to pull away but she roughly shook, or rather, shoved at his prone body with her foot, the sole of which rapidly warmed with their continued contact. Little leech. When he felt her weight shift, Renji’s hand shot out, catching her slim ankle before she could move away. His fingers encircled her fully, and with room to spare.
Sleep long since gone, he looked up at her with half-lidded eyes, gruffly rasping, “D’ya have to do this every morning?”
The pre-dawn light streaming in from the rice-papered windows faintly illuminated one side of her while casting the other in shadow. Even if mud caked his eyes closed, he would have seen that self-satisfied smirk on her face. He certainly felt those toes of hers digging into him when she wiggled and arched her foot against him.
He yelped.
She laughed.
In split-second retaliation, his grip on her ankle tightened and pulled, and then she could only fall awkwardly across him. The patterned cloth of her pale lilac yukata whispered in flight as her arms shot out in reaction, and he could see how her dark eyes widened as her hair flew away from her face, lips parted in a gasp. Abruptly, her forward dive halted when he caught her halfway, tattooed arms curving around her, and in the span of less of a thought and more of desire, Rukia found herself lying on the futon looking up into the shadowed face of the man now over her, his red hair long and loose around them.
Had it only been a mere minute? How could one tell between dream and reality?
A hush fell between them momentarily, and then Rukia whispered archly, “What, this the only way to get a girl in bed?”
Her challenging gaze speared him in high contrast to the message of her supine position, one that she continued to assume even though they both knew that she didn’t have to, even though he had her in a half-embrace with one arm beneath her, his other arm braced to her side, his legs holding hers down. All effectively trapping her there.
She didn’t have to stay; she only had to tense up or give him that look or say a word, and she’d have his acquiescence. But she did stay. And so he smoldered.
Her hands, with their palms up, hadn’t moved either from where they’d landed. One lay off to the right of her temple, trapping strands of glossy black underneath. The second rode high above her head. She looked like an offering of old, of maidens fair and sweet and infinitely his.
Rukia smiled softly and dangerously, like a secret about to unfurl and dye everything in liquid crimson.
Renji’s gaze sharpened, hungered; he could see himself reflected in hers. Just as she was reflected in his. Time felt slow...languid, yet fluid. He knew no other place where he’d rather be than here in this quiet room on this futon with this woman looking up at him with that familiar yet elusive quirk to her lips that drew him in riptide strong, always, without fail. His nostrils flaired minutely and he moved to lessen the distance between them, upper body dipping down to kiss hers. Gradually, bicep straining, he lowered himself one-handed while resettling his hips between her accomodating legs. He didn’t get very far.
“Hold it.” A small hand suddenly pressed against his forehead, stopping him. Then his face was being used as leverage for her to peer around his shoulder. In the next series of movements, she had him off her and the futon and onto the cold hard floor. With an unconcerned “time’s up,” Rukia got to her feet to step around him, finger combing her hair and readjusting her yukata to make good her leave.
Renji sighed. That seemed the only thing to do since he couldn’t continue what he really wanted to do. Hearing her near the door, he finally got up and followed to meet her there, his tattoos dark and wicked against his skin.
She reached out, fingertips tracing the one edging over the left side of his chest, exhaling the merest bit at the tactile contact. When she stood up on tiptoes, face lifted towards his, he didn’t stand a chance. Captains meeting be damned. There were more important things today.
Later, back in her quarters, about freshen up and change into uniform, Rukia found the note he’d tucked into her obi when they’d kissed. The flush from earlier returned, this time in anticipated pleasure. He'd remembered.
The note read:
Preparations made. You know where. Meet at sundown. Empire State Building.
~*~
(Renji didn't really understand that movie, but he understood that it made her happy, even if in a very weepy sort of way to which she'd heartily deny. Chocolate bunnies, being plentiful this time during the year, also helped his cause. He always made sure to stock up thanks to a certain store in Karakura.)
Fin
A/N: Yes, I couldn’t resist making a reference to An Affair to Remember and therefore also Sleepless in Seattle since this is a backup gift for a Valentine’s Day exchange. ^^ I hope that my first attempt at Renji/Rukia was ok! I actually did mean to include smut, since that was in avi_via_vai’s request, but I sorta ran out of time. Sorry. D:
As for whether the Valentine's Day ritual is western or Japanese, it's an amalgam of the two in this fic since it's set during a nebulous time and in SS. Rukia tried the homemade chocolate thing once, with near-fatal results. Let's leave it at that. :)
Umber is a very
penguin_sensei, I think this safe for you to read if you like the pairing. :)