As a gift for my delay I hope to quench your hitsuhina thirst, when I'm not busy I have a tendency to write drabbles on my tumblr blog, so here.

A/N: These drabbles will rate from K+ - Mature, you have been warned

Disclaimer: Tite Kubo owns Bleach.

Title: "Knuckled Kisses"

Rating: K+

Momo's forehead was usually not ever known to crease in bother or irritation. She was said to be blessed with the patience of a saint, though in some cases those rumors became to be the naught.

Just as of now, in the exasperating predicament. The contravene that her lover put forth, made her facade comparable to the teeth-grinding expression of her friend. The heiress of the Kuchiki clan whenever she is faced with aggravated encounters.

It took some persistence to let her heal his ample of incisions after a grueling spar with his numinous soul cutter. At first when he simply gaited onto their quarters. She gasped ghostly and rushed to his side before he could allege that he was all fine.

Although, with a scolding grudge and a ablazed sheer in her eyes told him otherwise than to persist.

She sat them at the corners of the bed and quickly receded to the washroom to gather medical supplies that withheld in thee cabinets. After a soft murmur that escaped her lips, she had finally found a washcloth. Lathering the material with cooling water from the faucet.

Momo strided immediately towards the center of the room to see a firm glower upon Hitsugaya features.

"I am fine Hinamori, I do not see as of why you must persevere."

The edges of of Toushirou mouth lined downward in displeasure. Except, as always it went through clogged hearing. Momo inwardly sighed in secret vexation while she placed the belongings next to her feet.

"Persevering onto your injuries, light or not, I will continue on as such."

The brunette declared with a ardent vocal as she sat at the edges of their bed. Firstly starting off with the pristine cloth to clean off dry blood that formulated into meander streaks of crimson off his bronze visage. It served to arise a 'hiss' from her companion, she frowned in the process, and it slightly nerved her spirit to see the Tenth Tensai in such a despairing image.

It did not help further as he pushed her away whenever it came to his lesions, Momo only desired to cleanse and nurse him away. It was a rather, least to say, motherly instinct to make sure nothing ever came to hurt him of any kind. It was a sort of habit that did not, nor will ever stray, ever since they stumbled upon each other as children.

A vow she promised with lock pinkies and a determined look in her shimmering irises.

"Hn" was his only rely as the woman continued on with her mending, Momo came to the tendons of his arms to see more cuts and she could see the forming mauve contusions. Hinamori worry only increased more as she let her fingers slide against the rigid texture of his skin.

She couldn't help but feel teary as she gazed upon his hand bandages they enveloped the length of his arm up until at the fold of his elbow. Even with the bandages to cover his skin, she could see that the blood seep through, a testament that he either punched or brawled.

"You worry too much, stop it" a voice made her thoughts of forlorn cease and look up the marines that were his eyes, a surge of guilt appeared in his eyes even though Toushirou expression displayed nothing but callous meaning.

"You know I can't, its merely impossible just as it is towards you" Momo said without a beat as she began to unwrap the fabric that swathed his arm.

"I wish you did not have to train yourself that you overexert your being or come home to me too see you in such a disarming state, Shirou-chan."

Momo responded, chiding him as if he were an uncouth individual. Although Momo knew better than to ever call him in such crass wording, perhaps she could just inform him of being an uncontrolled 'baka.'

"I believe you should already know of my motives for my reason of my 'disheveled' state," Hitsugaya quietly uttered with his head facing the other direction.

It was quiet for a few moments, the sound of rustling cloth could be heard and afterwards, a small droning was evident by the light emitting from Momo hands as she healed the slashes on his knuckles. Long too soon, she concluded her repairing and let her hands rest on Hitsugaya's much larger ones. Letting the silence between them chose her words carefully.

"I know"

Hinamori whispered against the closeness between them as she brought Toushirou's hands to the flesh of her lips as she let them linger just a centimeter above his knuckles.

The heat of her lips jolted Hitsugaya as he whipped his head towards Momo in a wide-eyed gape. Hinamori let the ends of her lips tilted upwards before kissing each of the sharp bones that appeared on the joint of his fingers.

" I only desire for you too be cautious because I love you."

A/N: I hoped you all liked my trash ideas, i shall post another whenever i can, feel free to feed my mind with hitsuhina ideas.