[Fanfic] Get Well Soon 1/1 IchigoxUryuu for Nerdowl
Title: Get Well Soon
Author: StarbearerTM
Rating: PG
Warning: M/M implied
Genre: Romance, fluff
Pairing: IchigoxUryuu
Words: 691
Spoilers: Lost Agent Arc
Summary: Recouperating after his attack, Uryuu has a visitor at the hospital.
A/n: For my friend nerdowl . Set during the Lost Shinigami Arc
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo created Bleach, and Shonen Jump owns it. I don’t. I am writing this fanfiction for enjoyment only and make no money from it.
"You have a visitor," muttered the silver haired doctor as he pushed aside the patient's curtain.
Glancing up from his hospital bed, Uryuu wearily regarded his treating physician and said, "Visitors only stop the healing process."
"And after he came all this way to see you. I'm disappointed in you Uryuu. You cannot even sustain something as simple as a friendship," Ryuuken sighed as he shook his head.
"Oi," murmured a familiar voice, speeding up Uryuu's heart at the mere sound of it.
"Kurosaki..." muttered the Quincy. Just over his father's shoulder, Uryuu glimpsed a fluffy spiked shock of orange hair that became visible when his father stepped back. Hands stuffed in his pockets, Ichigo shuffled over to the bed.
"You may not want visitors, but I came anyway," said Ichigo, setting down a vase on the table. The door closed behind them with a soft click.
"Stupid Ryuuken allowing visitors. How am I supposed to get better?" Uryuu sullenly muttered, glaring up at Ichigo. "I don't need your pity."
Hurt crumpled Ichigo's brow. Bending over the bed he brought his face inches from his rival's and whispered, "who says I'm pitying you, idiot. For someone really smart you're acting pretty thick right now."
"Kurosaki, why are you here?" Uryuu queried with an exasperated sigh.
"You say I'm the stupid one," Ichigo huffed before he violated Uryuu's personal space. Body heat seeped between the two as Ichigo's breath fanned his face. Swallowing Uryuu felt his lips suddenly drying out longing for the cup of water that was just outside of his reach on the tray table behind Ichigo.
Every freckle and facial blemish on Ichigo's skin was visible now but they were hardly imperfections to the Quincy whose heart hammered. Sharp pleasurable tingles shivered along his skin from head to toe though his body ached. That distinct cologne and scent very much Ichigo filled his nostrils from the proximity. Hot lips branded a searing mark after they contacted his forehead in a swift peck.
Any witty comments dissolved on Uryuu's tongue because all he could stammer was, "Kurosaki! What do you think you're doing?"
"Giving you a get well kiss?" Ichigo smirked, dragging a chair up. He sank down on it with an inelegant grunt; shoulders slightly slouched so he could lean over the bedrail. His hand sneaked over Uryuu's to clasp it, avoiding the IV needle thrust into the back of it.
"Oh," mumbled Uryuu. A pink hue spread over both his ivory tinged cheeks. He guessed that he was giving Ichigo that wide eyed vulnerable glance behind his glasses and cursed his weakness. Ichigo's hand loomed near his face dipping to the side to brush a stray lock of hair out of his field of view. That brief contact blossomed into a full touch of Ichigo's palm on Uryuu's cheek.
"I know what it's like, Uryuu," Ichigo murmured.
So familiar, breaching that name barrier. The Quincy turned towards him and muttered, "I... chigo san. I suppose you do know what it is like. Yet still I..."
"And I will find a way to protect you, and everyone else again like you've been doing," Ichigo murmured, bending down again to deposit a kiss on Uryuu's cheek, then progress to his mouth. Senses overloaded all at once in Uryuu's brain that struggled to process the meeting of lips along with the ensuing surge of breath.
Uryuu shot out his good hand, snagged Ichigo's neck, and then held their mouths together. He dragged his tongue along the furrow of Ichigo's lips enjoying the taste. When Ichigo's lips parted their breaths surged together. Yet his kiss barely fluttered against the other man's mouth for an instant. Brow wrinkled in concern, Ichigo pulled back but still hovered close.
"Do not go out and do something stupid Ichigo san," Uryuu mumbled to him.
"Can't promise that..." Ichigo chuckled before pressing another kiss to Uryuu's lips.
Uryuu leaned back and opened his mouth more completely. Tongues danced in the deepening contact. He knew the ex shinigami truly did know how he'd felt all those months without power. Even worse was the unknown but they'd face it together.
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Author: StarbearerTM
Rating: PG
Warning: M/M implied
Genre: Romance, fluff
Pairing: IchigoxUryuu
Words: 691
Spoilers: Lost Agent Arc
Summary: Recouperating after his attack, Uryuu has a visitor at the hospital.
A/n: For my friend nerdowl . Set during the Lost Shinigami Arc
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo created Bleach, and Shonen Jump owns it. I don’t. I am writing this fanfiction for enjoyment only and make no money from it.
"You have a visitor," muttered the silver haired doctor as he pushed aside the patient's curtain.
Glancing up from his hospital bed, Uryuu wearily regarded his treating physician and said, "Visitors only stop the healing process."
"And after he came all this way to see you. I'm disappointed in you Uryuu. You cannot even sustain something as simple as a friendship," Ryuuken sighed as he shook his head.
"Oi," murmured a familiar voice, speeding up Uryuu's heart at the mere sound of it.
"Kurosaki..." muttered the Quincy. Just over his father's shoulder, Uryuu glimpsed a fluffy spiked shock of orange hair that became visible when his father stepped back. Hands stuffed in his pockets, Ichigo shuffled over to the bed.
"You may not want visitors, but I came anyway," said Ichigo, setting down a vase on the table. The door closed behind them with a soft click.
"Stupid Ryuuken allowing visitors. How am I supposed to get better?" Uryuu sullenly muttered, glaring up at Ichigo. "I don't need your pity."
Hurt crumpled Ichigo's brow. Bending over the bed he brought his face inches from his rival's and whispered, "who says I'm pitying you, idiot. For someone really smart you're acting pretty thick right now."
"Kurosaki, why are you here?" Uryuu queried with an exasperated sigh.
"You say I'm the stupid one," Ichigo huffed before he violated Uryuu's personal space. Body heat seeped between the two as Ichigo's breath fanned his face. Swallowing Uryuu felt his lips suddenly drying out longing for the cup of water that was just outside of his reach on the tray table behind Ichigo.
Every freckle and facial blemish on Ichigo's skin was visible now but they were hardly imperfections to the Quincy whose heart hammered. Sharp pleasurable tingles shivered along his skin from head to toe though his body ached. That distinct cologne and scent very much Ichigo filled his nostrils from the proximity. Hot lips branded a searing mark after they contacted his forehead in a swift peck.
Any witty comments dissolved on Uryuu's tongue because all he could stammer was, "Kurosaki! What do you think you're doing?"
"Giving you a get well kiss?" Ichigo smirked, dragging a chair up. He sank down on it with an inelegant grunt; shoulders slightly slouched so he could lean over the bedrail. His hand sneaked over Uryuu's to clasp it, avoiding the IV needle thrust into the back of it.
"Oh," mumbled Uryuu. A pink hue spread over both his ivory tinged cheeks. He guessed that he was giving Ichigo that wide eyed vulnerable glance behind his glasses and cursed his weakness. Ichigo's hand loomed near his face dipping to the side to brush a stray lock of hair out of his field of view. That brief contact blossomed into a full touch of Ichigo's palm on Uryuu's cheek.
"I know what it's like, Uryuu," Ichigo murmured.
So familiar, breaching that name barrier. The Quincy turned towards him and muttered, "I... chigo san. I suppose you do know what it is like. Yet still I..."
"And I will find a way to protect you, and everyone else again like you've been doing," Ichigo murmured, bending down again to deposit a kiss on Uryuu's cheek, then progress to his mouth. Senses overloaded all at once in Uryuu's brain that struggled to process the meeting of lips along with the ensuing surge of breath.
Uryuu shot out his good hand, snagged Ichigo's neck, and then held their mouths together. He dragged his tongue along the furrow of Ichigo's lips enjoying the taste. When Ichigo's lips parted their breaths surged together. Yet his kiss barely fluttered against the other man's mouth for an instant. Brow wrinkled in concern, Ichigo pulled back but still hovered close.
"Do not go out and do something stupid Ichigo san," Uryuu mumbled to him.
"Can't promise that..." Ichigo chuckled before pressing another kiss to Uryuu's lips.
Uryuu leaned back and opened his mouth more completely. Tongues danced in the deepening contact. He knew the ex shinigami truly did know how he'd felt all those months without power. Even worse was the unknown but they'd face it together.
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