Meow
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The eyelids of a previously unconscious man in his early thirties opened to reveal hazel orbs. He groaned grumpily, wondering why he felt himself to be heavier than usual. He stifled a huge yawn and afterwards hugged the sleeping lady on top of his chest, making her snuggle even closer.
His eyes opened instantly upon realizing. He stared in shock at her, a somewhat familiar-looking young, dark-skinned female with dark, straight purple hair strewed all over his bare chest.
Wait a minute. Wait one, freakin' minute. Bare? He was supposed to be fully clothed. But he wasn't. He was wearing only his boxers.
But at least he was wearing something. She wasn't wearing even a single, thin stitch!
He felt himself become pale but he knew at the same time that he was so flushed that if he touched his face it would be as hot as a steaming iron. Biting his lip, he tried to pry her off him without doing too much friction between their warm bodies.
Keyword: tried. It was literally impossible to lessen the skin contact, much less friction. And it seems that his only clothed area was right beneath her sacred one, which wasn't. . .uh. . .so the only barrier between them was his flimsy boxers.
Add to the fact that he was practically an extremely religious 'monk' for about five years and you get one seriously disastrous, aching experience.
Could things get any worse? But of course. Because life's like that. . .as proved when the female chose the inopportune moment to wake up.
Her golden eyes blinked owlishly at him at first as she sat up, rubbing her eyes in a fashion that was somewhat feline. He stared in shock as she remained oblivious to the fact that he could see all of her entirely.
Then she broke his gaze when she mewed.
His gaze moved to her face, which was feline especially due to her eyes.
He was cursing in his mind profusely. It seemed that it wasn't punishment enough for him to be able to see how sexy her body was, she just had to have a gorgeous face with an undeniably seductive mouth.
The mouth that mewed, of all things.
She cocked her head slightly towards the side, making her look quite cute. She outstretched a hand and was about to touch his chest and being stupefied, his eyes followed, which, of course, led to him looking at her again.
His face reddened even more, if that was even possible. He held the blanket that had been covering them both in front of him, making a barrier between their bodies. "Ke-clothes!" he managed to stammer. "Put on some clothes!"
"Meow?" she asked questioningly.
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The End
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My first attempt at a one shot Bleach fanfic. Hope you all liked it. Thanks for taking your time to read 'Meow'.