Bleach RenRuki Fanfic, Practice Makes Perfect 1/1
I'd written this for the renji_rukia Holiday Fic Exchange, but forgotten to post it here. You might have read this, and you might not have. But here it is.
Title: Practice Makes Perfect
Pairing/Characters Used: Renji/Rukia
Notes: Prompt used was “hot chocolate”, and my recipient asked for lots of fluff and ridiculously cute situations. So, I give you one of my fluffiest pieces, with a healthy sprinkling of cheese. ;) I hope you like it.
Warnings: No spoilers, and this is rated PG (but it’s most likely a G).
Recipient: imperfectstatue
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it ain’t mine.
The wind was fierce, blowing the few strands of hair not tucked behind her earmuffs in her face. So much so, that she’d long given up on trying to push them back. She just let them whip at her face, blinking when one of them got too close to her eyes.
But she hardly noticed the wind or the cold. She’s one of the few people foolish enough to venture out into the park on a day like today, and the chill from the bench she was sitting on was starting to creep through her oversized coat.
Taking a cautious sip of her hot chocolate, she stared out at the children playing in the park. Their squeals of laughter plus her drink should’ve done something to warm her up. But they didn’t, and she felt her mood sink to match the temperature.
Until he plopped down beside her, and draped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close for a quick kiss on her temple.
“Hey there little girl. Did you miss me?”
Rukia couldn’t help but smile up at Renji with his goofy, lop-sided grin, his infectious good mood lifting hers somewhat.
“Of course I missed you,” she said as she leaned into him. “You weren’t here to help keep me warm. I was about to go out and look for someone to help me out.”
She felt his chuckle deep within his chest. “Na-uh. Don’t you even think about cozying up to someone else. You belong to me, little girl.”
Suppressing a giggle, she took another sip from her Styrofoam cup.
“What are you drinking anyways?”
“Hot chocolate. You want a sip?”
Renji eyed the drink cautiously, and looked back to her, curious if this was a test, or a trap.
Gingerly taking the cup from her hands, he took a sniff from the opening in the lid.
“It’s not anything like coffee is it?” He still hadn’t quite managed to master drinking the bitter-tasting beverage.
“No,” she said laughing. “It’s sweet. Just like those chocolate bars you like so much.”
But he still looked unsure. “Go on, Renji. Give it a try. For me?”
She pouted and batted her eyelashes at him, and smiled when he took a cautious sip from the cup.
“Hey, that’s actually really good!” he exclaimed, his eyes opening wide in disbelief.
“Don’t sound so surprised,” she said taking her cup back. “Did you really think I would steer you wrong?”
Renji raised a tattooed eyebrow at her. “Did you forget about the time you tricked me into eating that curry dish?”
Rukia put a hand to her mouth, desperately trying to stop her laughter. “It wouldn’t have been so bad if you would’ve taken the glass of milk I offered you instead of making a beeline for the kitchen sink.”
“What was I supposed to do? First you try to poison me with spices, and then you offer me milk? I’m sorry, but based on my limited experiences with the food in this world, I really don’t think the two of them would taste so good, together.”
Still laughing, she gently elbowed him in the ribs, and turned her attention back to the children on the playground.
They sat in companionable silence until a wayward ball skidded towards them, and Renji bent forward to pick it up and toss it back to the kids.
They waved enthusiastically and shouted their thanks, their faces filled with mirth.
After throwing the ball back and yelling at them to watch what they were doing, Renji leaned back and shot a glance at Rukia. And seeing the distress on her face, he turned to face her.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said a little too quickly.
Renji clucked his tongue at her, and cupped his hand on the side of her neck, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw.
“Come on, Rukia. Don’t think you can hide anything from me. I know you too well. So save yourself some time and, trouble and tell me what has you looking so down.”
She looked into his eyes before quickly turning her attention to something far less daunting - like his chin. His chin couldn’t mock her.
“Well, it’s just…I mean…what I’m trying to say is…do you think I’d be a good mom?” she finally asked.
Renji had taken his hand off her neck, and grabbed the cup of hot chocolate from her to take a sip as she spoke, only spit it back out at her question. Thankfully, he’d managed to turn his head so that he didn’t scald her with it.
Wiping his mouth, he asked, “What’s brought this on, Rukia? Has something happened?”
“No, nothing’s happened. I’m just thinking about the future, I guess.”
“And you were wondering what kind of mom you’d be.”
Huffing, she turned around on the bench so that they were facing each other. “Are you going to sit there and tell me you don’t think about what it would be like to be a dad?”
“Yeah.”
She looked appalled by his admission, so he quickly continued. “What kind of answer were you expecting, Rukia. I’m a guy. We don’t think about things like that.”
“Oh, then what do you men think about anyways?”
“You know, the usual. Sports, fighting, girls…”
“Really,” she drawled.
“Uh-uh. Don’t give me that look. You’ve got nothing to worry about. You know you’re the only girl for me.”
She smiled sheepishly and lowered her head.
Sighing over-dramatically, he reached out and tilted her face up to look him in the eyes.
“Listen to me, Rukia,” he said, setting the cup of forgotten hot chocolate to the side. “You are going to make an excellent mother. You know how I know?”
She shook her head ever so slightly.
“Because you have been taking care of me since the first day we met. And not just me, you made sure that everyone else in our little “family” had what they needed. Food, shelter, water, companionship, and you’re still doing that now. You have to help and protect everyone that comes into your circle.”
“Hell,” he said chuckling, “You’re almost a female version of Ichigo. Only you’re not gender specific. His only requirement is that the person he’s saving be in a skirt.”
Renji’s comment earned him a sniffle and a smack on the arm, but it seemed to cheer Rukia up some.
“Come on little girl,” he said to her, rubbing his thumb along her chin. “Give me a smile. You know I’d move the heavens to see that smile.”
Grinning like a fool, she pushed his hand away from her face, and wiped at the few tears that managed to escape.
“There’s my girl,” he said pulling her onto his lap and kissing her firmly on the mouth.
Pulling back slightly so that their foreheads were touching, she asked, “Since when did you get to be so perfect?”
“What are you talking about? I’ve always been this perfect, because I’ve always had you with me.”
Renji didn’t think her smile could get any bigger, but it did, and with an impish look in her eyes, she got up and pulled him with her.
“Come on,” she said. “Let’s get out of here. There’s something I want to do to you.”
“Oh really? Like what?”
“Use your imagination,” she told him as she tugged on his hand, but he had stopped cold in his tracks.
“What?” he croaked nervously.
“Do I have to explain to you how this works?”
“No! But when you said you wondered what kind of mom you’d make I didn’t think you meant right now!”
Giggling she walked over to him and pulled herself as close his ear as her height would allow. “I didn’t mean right now, but we can practice.”
Realization dawned on his face and this time, he was the one pulling her after him.
“Well then, what the hell are we waiting for?”
Title: Practice Makes Perfect
Pairing/Characters Used: Renji/Rukia
Notes: Prompt used was “hot chocolate”, and my recipient asked for lots of fluff and ridiculously cute situations. So, I give you one of my fluffiest pieces, with a healthy sprinkling of cheese. ;) I hope you like it.
Warnings: No spoilers, and this is rated PG (but it’s most likely a G).
Recipient: imperfectstatue
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it ain’t mine.
The wind was fierce, blowing the few strands of hair not tucked behind her earmuffs in her face. So much so, that she’d long given up on trying to push them back. She just let them whip at her face, blinking when one of them got too close to her eyes.
But she hardly noticed the wind or the cold. She’s one of the few people foolish enough to venture out into the park on a day like today, and the chill from the bench she was sitting on was starting to creep through her oversized coat.
Taking a cautious sip of her hot chocolate, she stared out at the children playing in the park. Their squeals of laughter plus her drink should’ve done something to warm her up. But they didn’t, and she felt her mood sink to match the temperature.
Until he plopped down beside her, and draped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close for a quick kiss on her temple.
“Hey there little girl. Did you miss me?”
Rukia couldn’t help but smile up at Renji with his goofy, lop-sided grin, his infectious good mood lifting hers somewhat.
“Of course I missed you,” she said as she leaned into him. “You weren’t here to help keep me warm. I was about to go out and look for someone to help me out.”
She felt his chuckle deep within his chest. “Na-uh. Don’t you even think about cozying up to someone else. You belong to me, little girl.”
Suppressing a giggle, she took another sip from her Styrofoam cup.
“What are you drinking anyways?”
“Hot chocolate. You want a sip?”
Renji eyed the drink cautiously, and looked back to her, curious if this was a test, or a trap.
Gingerly taking the cup from her hands, he took a sniff from the opening in the lid.
“It’s not anything like coffee is it?” He still hadn’t quite managed to master drinking the bitter-tasting beverage.
“No,” she said laughing. “It’s sweet. Just like those chocolate bars you like so much.”
But he still looked unsure. “Go on, Renji. Give it a try. For me?”
She pouted and batted her eyelashes at him, and smiled when he took a cautious sip from the cup.
“Hey, that’s actually really good!” he exclaimed, his eyes opening wide in disbelief.
“Don’t sound so surprised,” she said taking her cup back. “Did you really think I would steer you wrong?”
Renji raised a tattooed eyebrow at her. “Did you forget about the time you tricked me into eating that curry dish?”
Rukia put a hand to her mouth, desperately trying to stop her laughter. “It wouldn’t have been so bad if you would’ve taken the glass of milk I offered you instead of making a beeline for the kitchen sink.”
“What was I supposed to do? First you try to poison me with spices, and then you offer me milk? I’m sorry, but based on my limited experiences with the food in this world, I really don’t think the two of them would taste so good, together.”
Still laughing, she gently elbowed him in the ribs, and turned her attention back to the children on the playground.
They sat in companionable silence until a wayward ball skidded towards them, and Renji bent forward to pick it up and toss it back to the kids.
They waved enthusiastically and shouted their thanks, their faces filled with mirth.
After throwing the ball back and yelling at them to watch what they were doing, Renji leaned back and shot a glance at Rukia. And seeing the distress on her face, he turned to face her.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said a little too quickly.
Renji clucked his tongue at her, and cupped his hand on the side of her neck, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw.
“Come on, Rukia. Don’t think you can hide anything from me. I know you too well. So save yourself some time and, trouble and tell me what has you looking so down.”
She looked into his eyes before quickly turning her attention to something far less daunting - like his chin. His chin couldn’t mock her.
“Well, it’s just…I mean…what I’m trying to say is…do you think I’d be a good mom?” she finally asked.
Renji had taken his hand off her neck, and grabbed the cup of hot chocolate from her to take a sip as she spoke, only spit it back out at her question. Thankfully, he’d managed to turn his head so that he didn’t scald her with it.
Wiping his mouth, he asked, “What’s brought this on, Rukia? Has something happened?”
“No, nothing’s happened. I’m just thinking about the future, I guess.”
“And you were wondering what kind of mom you’d be.”
Huffing, she turned around on the bench so that they were facing each other. “Are you going to sit there and tell me you don’t think about what it would be like to be a dad?”
“Yeah.”
She looked appalled by his admission, so he quickly continued. “What kind of answer were you expecting, Rukia. I’m a guy. We don’t think about things like that.”
“Oh, then what do you men think about anyways?”
“You know, the usual. Sports, fighting, girls…”
“Really,” she drawled.
“Uh-uh. Don’t give me that look. You’ve got nothing to worry about. You know you’re the only girl for me.”
She smiled sheepishly and lowered her head.
Sighing over-dramatically, he reached out and tilted her face up to look him in the eyes.
“Listen to me, Rukia,” he said, setting the cup of forgotten hot chocolate to the side. “You are going to make an excellent mother. You know how I know?”
She shook her head ever so slightly.
“Because you have been taking care of me since the first day we met. And not just me, you made sure that everyone else in our little “family” had what they needed. Food, shelter, water, companionship, and you’re still doing that now. You have to help and protect everyone that comes into your circle.”
“Hell,” he said chuckling, “You’re almost a female version of Ichigo. Only you’re not gender specific. His only requirement is that the person he’s saving be in a skirt.”
Renji’s comment earned him a sniffle and a smack on the arm, but it seemed to cheer Rukia up some.
“Come on little girl,” he said to her, rubbing his thumb along her chin. “Give me a smile. You know I’d move the heavens to see that smile.”
Grinning like a fool, she pushed his hand away from her face, and wiped at the few tears that managed to escape.
“There’s my girl,” he said pulling her onto his lap and kissing her firmly on the mouth.
Pulling back slightly so that their foreheads were touching, she asked, “Since when did you get to be so perfect?”
“What are you talking about? I’ve always been this perfect, because I’ve always had you with me.”
Renji didn’t think her smile could get any bigger, but it did, and with an impish look in her eyes, she got up and pulled him with her.
“Come on,” she said. “Let’s get out of here. There’s something I want to do to you.”
“Oh really? Like what?”
“Use your imagination,” she told him as she tugged on his hand, but he had stopped cold in his tracks.
“What?” he croaked nervously.
“Do I have to explain to you how this works?”
“No! But when you said you wondered what kind of mom you’d make I didn’t think you meant right now!”
Giggling she walked over to him and pulled herself as close his ear as her height would allow. “I didn’t mean right now, but we can practice.”
Realization dawned on his face and this time, he was the one pulling her after him.
“Well then, what the hell are we waiting for?”