catnip
Yoruichi leans over Urahara, her considerable chest swinging in his face (on purpose, definitely) and she steals a piece of fish from his plate.
"Hey," Urahara mutters indistinctly. He probably meant it to be indignant, but it's hard to be indignant when there are boobs in his face. And of course, she just had to be wearing only her bandages.
She pulls back, releasing him from the spell and laughs. "You're so easily distracted, Kisuke."
"So they tell me," Urahara mumbles, but it's muffled by the hat he pulls down over his face.
"I'm hungry," Yoruichi announces.
"You're always hungry."
"Give me food!"
"Such tact." But Urahara gets up and heats some leftover fish. "Really, why don't you just get your own place?"
"Kiiiiisukeeee." Yoruichi is instantly at his side, arms wrapping around his torso. "You know you love me."
"You eat me out of shop and home!" Urahara jokes. Though he's not really joking. She does eat quite a lot.
"But you love me anyway," Yoruichi murmurs in his ear. "Right?"
Urahara melts. He has always been good under pressure. But not the kind of pressure Yoruichi is exerting on his waist as she hugs him tighter. "Right..."
She allows herself a small smile. "Of course! All right, so where's my fish?"
-o-o-o-
Yoruichi takes another sip of wine. They are gourmets when it comes to board games. Even though they both claim to hate them, they are cunning strategists and witty opponents. Now they're playing some new version of Monopoly Yoruichi bought at a yard sale that involves credit cards. Urahara says he hates it, giving him an excuse to repeatedly kick Yoruichi.
"This is a stupid game," Urahara sighs for the millionth time.
Yoruichi gives him a wicked grin. "Lemme guess. You want to do something else."
Urahara opens his mouth to say something but is cut off by Yoruichi kissing him sideways. He wonders idly how she got there so fast. Oh yeah, Flash Goddess. And then he forgets what he was talking about and kisses her back.
"That sounds good," he finally manages to say as they break apart.
-o-o-o-
Yoruichi watches him sleep.
Creepy? Probably to normal people. But not to her. She's watched him for a long time. Since before he was a captain, when he was still her student. And now it's perfectly okay for her to watch him sleep.
He looks very innocent, regardless of what they were doing no more than an hour ago. His mouth is just a little bit open, and his hair is completely messed up. His eyes are closed and his bare chest rises and falls with every breath. Yoruichi resists the urge to trace his muscles. Don't want to wake him up.
She wonders, briefly, what is it that attracts her to this man. For all these years she's never truly loved anyone except him. Why?
Why? Because to Yoruichi, Kisuke Urahara is like catnip. Once she sees it, she can't stop herself from playing with it and going crazy over it. There's no explanation for why she loves it so much, she just does. And it smells wonderful.
She forgets, now, if she's talking about Kisuke or catnip. But does it matter?
She gazes at his face more. Soon her own eyes begin to close, what with the drinking and the lateness. She thinks, her last thought before the world goes dark, that she smells a whiff of catnip. Or maybe that's just her imagination.
She dreams of Kisuke.
A/N: haaaay bflf, here's a short little YoruHara for you. *SUPER SPECIAL RAPE TIME, Y/Y?* Hope it satisfies, and thanks for anonymously reviewing! Seriously anonymous. If it hadn't been for the excessive Urahara-squeeing I would have no idea who it was. Ily my dear 3333
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