Title: Energy
Author: Acmarache
Rating: T for implied stuff
Pairing: Urahara/Ichigo
Spoilers: not really
Disclaimer: me no own, you no sue
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"Ne, Ichigo it's terrible!"
Being used to the blonde's antics now after the seven months they had been together, Ichigo didn't even bat an eyelash. Instead, he replied without even stopping his hand which was flying across the page, pencil in hand, writing out an essay. "What's terrible?"
"You don't even care! You never pay attention to meeee!" Kisuke sighed melodramatically and laid down on the cushions surrounding the low table and propped his head in his lover's lap, positioning himself so he could see his pout.
Sighing, he put his pencil down knowing he wouldn't be able to concentrate until he had given Kisuke the attention he wanted. Looking down at the form currently making himself right at home in his lap, he moved his hand down to tangle in the smooth blonde tresses. Leaning down until their lips were a breath apart, he whispered, "Alright love, what's so terrible?"
Kisuke momentarily forgot why he was bothering Ichigo when he leant down like that and talked like that. He wasn't about to complain though. Quickly, before the teen go move back, he leaned up and pressed his lips against his in a chaste kiss. "Rukia-chan says there's a bunny with more energy than me!"
Ichigo blinked for a few moments before he ever so intelligently answered. "Huh?" His lover was absolutely insane. Well, maybe just crazy. Now his father, he was insane.
"Yes, apparently it keeps going, and going, and going no matter what!" Kisuke wildly flailed his arms while talking and nearly smacked Ichigo in the head several times.
Realizing what the blonde was talking about, Ichigo leaned back and laughed. Just seeing the horror on Kisuke's face at the thought of a fictional bunny having more energy than him was downright hilarious.
"It's not funny! I have to prove to Rukia-chan that I have more energy! I'll be ruined if I'm bested by a bunny!" Ever the dramatic, Kisuke finished with a flourish, wrapping his arms around Ichigo's waist and burying his face in his stomach.
"And how do you expect to do that?" Once the words left his mouth and he felt the grin against his stomach, he knew that was the one question he shouldn't have asked.
"Well, I'm going to beat the bunny at what bunnies do best, silly!" Kisuke chuckled as he shifted to straddle Ichigo.
The teen suddenly realized this was going way too far. When the blonde shifted his hips just right though, yeah, he didn't care anymore. "And what's that?" he muttered sounding a bit huskier than he would have liked.
"We're going to have marathon sex, of course!" Kisuke chirped happily while his hands began to unbutton his lover's shirt.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Ichigo thought he should feel indignant for being used or manipulated or whatever the hell it was the blonde did. But, when that dexterous tongue licked his collar bone at the same time a hand groped him, he couldn't bring himself to care. Now all he had to do was figure out how to thank Rukia for probably not so unintentionally putting this idea into Kisuke's head.