A/N: Short. Short. Ridiculously short for my standards. 1 page! And my first –ever!-- drabble XD Written (on paper) at 1 am last night… I had just typed it in 30 minutes, and posted it straightaway ;) Un-beta'ed; annoying grammar/spelling mistakes may appear XD
Onwards, my friends! :D
Just Lying Beside You
A quiet whimper broke through the silence of his room in the dead of the night. Not only that, it had broken the concentration of the aspiring doctor too. Ichigo looked over at Rukia who had curled herself into a tight ball underneath the sheets of his bed.
Deciding that he couldn't concentrate enough to study even further, he silently shuffled towards her and crouched down to the side of the bed. He studied her features briefly for a moment; her eyebrows were furrowed in her dreams, her beautiful violet eyes were moving rapidly beneath her eyelids, her pale pink lips were apart slightly as they moved in silent whimper.
Nightmare, he concluded to himself.
He couldn't shake her awake, for he knew that would make her grouchy the next day.
He couldn't gently stir her as he knew the nightmare would linger stubbornly on her mind.
He couldn't splash her with water, because, bluntly saying, she would skin him alive.
Over the following years of their acquaintance, however, Ichigo did exactly know what to do.
Ichigo would crawl on the bed, and lay beside her. He would pull her lithe body close to his, her head fitting neatly just underneath his chin, as he gently stroke her hair. Then he would lower his lips near her ear and spoke to the tiny shinigami. He did not say anything in particular; mostly he repeated nonsense words and sounds. It was just his voice, soothing and gentle, whispered into the woman's ear that seemed to calm her.
Tenderly, he would stroke her forehead until the lines of tension finally melted away and she would sleep peacefully. That done, Ichigo would just lie there, beside her, arms wrapped casually around her body. Affectionately, he would kiss her forehead, her dimpled cheeks, her closed eyes, her hair… until he fell into a peaceful slumber beside his lover.
The next morning, Ichigo would greet her with a 'good morning' kiss on the cheek. Rukia would pull away, a mock-disgusted expression strewn all over her face. "Pervert," she would say. Then she would—much to Ichigo's resentment—push him away as she climbed down from the warm bed.
Despite himself, he would smile.
Because Rukia would always –always—turn towards him and whisper, "I had the most wonderful dream last night."
Teehee~ (=w=) IchiRuki fluff feeds my soul... Btw, anyone wants to reccomend any fics to me? Even your own is fine (and I would gladly review them :D) ... I just want something to read, but I'm too much of a lazybum to sort through the fanfic list XD -tut tut-
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