You asked for it, you got it. Here are some steamy Daisy drabbles! I'll do my best :D
So, this was inspired by the tumblr post about the different types of kisses and it will be seven or so steamy chapters long.
I'm looking forward to hearing what you guys think and I hope that these two aren't OOC!
Kiss on the lips: I think I like you
Tōshirō wasn't really sure what to do. The Hinagiku he knew didn't act like this. She didn't push Captains. She didn't talk out of term. She didn't lock doors. She didn't act bold. She didn't act brash. But, apparently, he was in a situation like this.
Hinagiku had cornered him, pushed him into a random office, and locked the door behind them. Then, she'd moved towards him, and for the life of him, he didn't know why he had backed away from her. Perhaps it was the look in her eyes. For once, there was no shyness. No looking at the floor in between motions, like she was still afraid of his position. The way she looked at him now, it was pure determination and frustration. Or, perhaps the way her hands were clenching and unclenching at her sides.
"Hina-" He began, but stopped once her eyes met his. Her hands relaxed at her sides. She'd made a decision. The petite Shinigami slowly came towards him, and Tōshirō found himself gripping the desk he'd bumped into. He waited with baited breath to see what she would do next. The air was so tight that he wasn't certain he could breathe even if he wanted to.
"Hitsugaya-taicho," Hinagiku whispered, so low that he barely caught it. Her small hands, now trembling slightly, came up to touch the lapels of his white haori, the symbol of his station. She gripped it and slowly pulled it apart, pushing it off his shoulders. He accommodated, letting out a shaky breath. The haori slowly slipped down his shoulders, arms and then pooled at his feet. Hinagiku glanced at it, then her eyes focused once more on his. He found himself unable to look away. "Tōshirō."
He was pretty certain that he came undone right there and then. His hands gripped the desk so hard that he heard a crack. It didn't break their gaze, though. With a shaky breath she came even closer and Tōshirō waited. If he moved, he was pretty certain that she would leave. Run. Vanish. Turn out to be a dream. For the love of the Spirit King, this had been his dream for too long. Having her this close. Having her look straight at his eyes like this. With determination and fascination. And, something else he couldn't put his finger on.
Tōshirō could count the number of eyelashes she had then. He could smell her perfume, the gentle scent of gardenias, so well that he was pretty sure it would haunt his dreams forever. If she pulled back… If she left now… He wasn't certain what he would do, but it would definitely be something drastic.
"Tōshirō," Hinagiku whispered again and he tasted the words on his lips. Tōshirō let out another shaky breath. The next one to go in, though, was straight from Hinagiku's mouth, tasting of tea and cinnamon. Her lips were soft, hesitant, as if she wasn't sure what to do. Or what she was doing. So, now that they were in this, he took the lead, despite his limited experience.
His hands let go of the desk and came up to her waist. It was soft. She was so soft. Her eyes were still open, but they slowly closed as she leaned into him, into their kiss, with a sigh of content. She relaxed, the muscles on her waist going slack, but her hands still gripped his shihakushō with purpose. She tugged him closer as their lips separated, each taking a breath against one another. Her torso was pressed against his chest and Tōshirō thought that he must be in heaven.
"Tōshirō." She whispered again, in that same low tone which sounded like a secret he wasn't supposed to share with anyone. "I think I like you." And he was definitely certain, for the first time since her hand had gripped him with purpose and pulled him into this office, of one thing. He wouldn't share this detail with anyone.
"Good." He whispered, light-headed. "Good." He settled for once more and took another breath, the scent of gardenias filling his mind. And he was certain of one more thing. He was too far gone to go back.
So, Tōshirō kissed Hinagiku again.
Well. I have no defense. Someone please help me.
