Not a
Lovers Quarrel
dis.claimed.
Yoruichi is avoiding him again. Mildly he regrets making that crack about getting her spayed, but she's not the one dealing with deep scratches in her back; so he doesn't feel all that guilty. He wouldn't mind them so much if they weren't so distracting (Tessai had already threatened to strip him down and perform first aid after Urahara had winced for the third time).
Also, he's apparently becoming a masochist - looking at your own scars shouldn't turn you on. (He's drowning in memories of hitched breathe and icy skin from sweat. Like a fever that no one cares to cure. Like an addiction he does not want to quit.)
It's only for the ones she gave him, thankfully. He won't be screwing Aizen anytime soon. The thought of the be-spectacled man is as good as any cold shower before his thoughts turn to Yoruichi again. She'd be the death of him for the second (third? Fourth?) time before another rebirth that would eventually lead him to wake beside her.
Urahara scratches his chin idly and wonders if he should go look for her. She's been gone for maybe two days now, though still a far cry from various other trips that took her years to return. He stretches and wanders indoors, instead. Because she may never return home, but cats never pass up a bowl of milk and a warm place to sleep and those he can provide, if not love.
They're not in love, but they're not alone. And he can wait for her.