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Oral Fixation
by: typecast
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"I know what you've been thinking about."
Ichigo turned, annoyed. "I'm doing the laundry. The only thing I'm thinking about right now is whether to use fabric softener or not."
Lisa rolled her eyes as Ichigo stepped around her, lifting the plastic basket that was currently full of an ungodly amount of dirty clothing, even for the ten of them, and setting it down on top of the washing machine. "No, I mean, what you've been thinking about all day," she clarified, accidentally brushing her fingers across the tops of Ichigo's knuckles as she reached for an article from the basket. She grinned inwardly as his ears turned slightly pink around the edges.
"Damn, I was wondering where I'd left these," Lisa sighed, picking up a pair of lacy panties. "Whose room were they in?"
"How the hell am I supposed to remember?!" Ichigo sputtered, as the pink spread from his ears to his cheeks. "Do you want me to wash them or not?"
"Yeah, wash 'em," she said, throwing the panties back into the basket. "Anyyyway, back to the matter at hand. I know what it is you've been thinking about."
Ichigo bent to start loading the large appliance, frowning slightly. "Oh yeah? And what's that?"
"Shinji's tongue ring."
The orange-haired boy choked. "What?!"
"I've been watching you," Lisa grinned. "And you have been watching Hirako Shinji's mouth alllll day."
"No, I— that's not true!" he stammered, upsetting the basket on top of machine and sending half of its contents flying. Lisa giggled and stooped down to help him.
"You don't need to pretend for my sake," she replied, giving a half shrug of her shoulders. "I mean, it's totally hot."
Ichigo's mouth worked furiously in an attempt to defend himself, but no words came out.
"Anyway, don't worry about it. It'll be our little secret." Lisa stood, smoothing out the pleats of her skirt and turning to leave. "Oh, and just to let you know... it's not just for decoration," she threw over her shoulder as she shut the door, leaving the flustered shinigami alone to collect himself.
Mashiro shook her head from her position against the wall, where she'd obviously been eavesdropping. "Lisa, that was totally mean."
The other vizard just chuckled softly. "Yeah, I know."
But things need a good shaking up here, anyway, she thought, as she began to plot how to go about cornering our favorite pierced vizard.
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