Another drabble-ish thing-y!
Warning: Lime-ish contents...I'm freakin' paranoid about things...
I STILL don't own Bleach...
Attention
Aquamarine eyes glazed over every word in the report, wincing every so often at the messy handwriting of one, Renji Abarai. Toushiro huffed in annoyance, lifting the paper closer to his face as he tried in vain to read the report, as well as trying to look oblivious at the strong surge of reiatsu emanating from the person seated at the opposite side of the room, as well as the murderous glares that was sent in his direction.
Rukia glared venomously at her lov- err…husband of two weeks, she growled, clearly showing the white-haired captain that she was extremely annoyed by his behavior. He had not even spared her a glance; he spent last night doing freaking paperwork, and earlier today he still has his head buried in the mountain of reports sitting on his office. Sure, she completely understands his duties as Commander-Captain but this was preposterous! Damnit, she needed the least bit of attention he could give her…what's so bloody interesting with that piece of paper that could actually rival her?!
Damn…
"Rukia," Toushiro muttered almost inaudibly.
"What?" She replied haughtily.
"Go to bed, it's late."
The petite shinigami looked at him indignantly, noting the small smirk that graced his handsome features.
"Fine then!" She exclaimed, stomping out of the office. Toushiro heard the door slam to what he could only presume as the bathroom.
A dripping wet Rukia padded her way over to Hitsugaya's personal study, a devious smirk on her lips, as she blotted the water from her hair. After the very long bath she took, she had finally admitted defeat to the accursed paperwork…well, if you can't beat them, join them.
The door slid open and Rukia walked in, sauntering towards the table Toushiro was currently slumped on. She sat down opposite him, arranging the stack of paper neatly according to what division they came from.
"Rukia" He said still not looking up from the report he was reading to further infuriate her so that she'll stop annoying him. What was she up to now? She had been pestering him the whole day, he had honestly want to succumb but he needed to finish this, seeing as he couldn't exactly entrust Matsumoto to do paperwork.
"Yes?" She asked sweetly. Too sweetly, she was definitely planning something.
He sighed and looked up and he swore that his lower jaw just snapped off from the rest of his skull. He had of course seen her naked a lot of times already, but was it his fault that the former Kuchiki noble just had to look so...innocently delicious, that he, the Commander-Captain of the 13 Court Guard Companies, just want to perform dark and dirty deeds to her?
I think not.
It was entirely Rukia's fault for looking so scrumptiously delectable in the eyes of the Ice Dragon opposite her.
And no, he wasn't horny.
He was far from it.
Far, far from it.
"If you're trying to seduce me, well I'm sorry, It's not working" He told her, averting his eyes away from her yukata clad figure.
"Oh really?" She inquired, the honey practically dripping from her voice.
"Yes, really, now go to sleep" He heard her soft footsteps heading towad his spot on the table.
"So, you're saying that if I stand here, in front of you, naked, it will have no effect on you whatsoever?" She asked, and he can almost feel the heat radiating off of her.
"Yes. Yes, I am" He said arrogantly, looking up at her.
And for the very first time that day, she finally got his attention.
She was so getting punished tonight.
OWARI
A/N: OKay, I am so NOT a pervert. This just sorta came to my mind one day...and I just had to type it.
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