itchy, HitsuMatsu drabble
got back from the dance performance I was rushing to when I made my last post. it was AWESOMENESS. they danced jazz, hip hop, ballet, modern, etc etc! to music like John Meyer, Savage Garden, Rhianna, Coldplay, The Verve and many other different artists! there was even a live music performace. two actually. one by a student orchestra and another by a guy on a guitar and a girl singing. ah, it was very nice! and for free! they had arranged it to collect money for Cancer research so we got to donate if we wanted to.
anyway, I won't post here without a drabble. so I dug up a suiting one for my current problem; itchy arms! >_<
Fandom: Bleach
Title: Rash
Pairing: HitsuMatsu
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
(the pic has nothing to do with the drabble except for the itchiness. lol)
It itched, but he stubbornly refrained from scratching it, knowing that the temporary pleasure a good scratching would bring was nothing but just that; temporary. So he continued to scribble away letters and numbers on the increasingly less blank paper before him, ignoring his discomfort with practiced ease. He’d had worse than tonight, so it wasn’t surprising that he managed to push away any thought of the intense itching out of his mind in favor of work, hoping it would go away eventually. From previous experience he knew it wouldn’t, but that didn’t keep him from trying anyway in case this time would be any different.
But he refused to acknowledge the true longing he felt for some kind of release, and if it frustrated him that the location of the rash was not anywhere he could scratch, should his resolve break, he didn’t let it show. Although, when a crack marred that stoic façade, it was almost always (he added the ‘almost’, because he didn’t like the idea of her being the only one with that kind of power) his lieutenant’s fault and she never failed to notice. Blaming his foul mood on an itch, which was as much of the truth he would admit, he never told her where it was once she offered to scratch it. He was tempted to say she would never find it, but he really didn’t mind the way she never stopped looking for it despite all his hissing and blushing.
Her long, manicured nails were bliss on his body, and as the itchy incidents piled up, he found himself wondering how she could touch his heart with skin, muscle, fat and bones between, for the itchy discomfort in his chest where the rash was located lessened each time her childish giggles and cheery voice announced she would never give up.
anyway, I won't post here without a drabble. so I dug up a suiting one for my current problem; itchy arms! >_<
Fandom: Bleach
Title: Rash
Pairing: HitsuMatsu
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
(the pic has nothing to do with the drabble except for the itchiness. lol)
It itched, but he stubbornly refrained from scratching it, knowing that the temporary pleasure a good scratching would bring was nothing but just that; temporary. So he continued to scribble away letters and numbers on the increasingly less blank paper before him, ignoring his discomfort with practiced ease. He’d had worse than tonight, so it wasn’t surprising that he managed to push away any thought of the intense itching out of his mind in favor of work, hoping it would go away eventually. From previous experience he knew it wouldn’t, but that didn’t keep him from trying anyway in case this time would be any different.
But he refused to acknowledge the true longing he felt for some kind of release, and if it frustrated him that the location of the rash was not anywhere he could scratch, should his resolve break, he didn’t let it show. Although, when a crack marred that stoic façade, it was almost always (he added the ‘almost’, because he didn’t like the idea of her being the only one with that kind of power) his lieutenant’s fault and she never failed to notice. Blaming his foul mood on an itch, which was as much of the truth he would admit, he never told her where it was once she offered to scratch it. He was tempted to say she would never find it, but he really didn’t mind the way she never stopped looking for it despite all his hissing and blushing.
Her long, manicured nails were bliss on his body, and as the itchy incidents piled up, he found himself wondering how she could touch his heart with skin, muscle, fat and bones between, for the itchy discomfort in his chest where the rash was located lessened each time her childish giggles and cheery voice announced she would never give up.