Well, yeah, I basically wrote this little drabble-type thing on pure impulse. Don't really know what I think of it yet, but I hope you enjoy!
She hears it again.
A ruffle in the bushes.
It's been invading her ears for the past ten minutes or so.
That big bumbling idiot.
He hasn't the slightest idea how to act discreetly, she realizes.
Her head turns over her small shoulder to glare at the bush she knows he's hiding in.
He probably knows that he's caught at this point.
She speaks his name.
And suddenly, just like that, he tumbles out.
Hmm...maybe he didn't realize he was caught after all.
His flaming hair is muddled with leaves of every color, and tiny cuts adorn different places all over his body from the twigs he's been crawling through.
Not to mention his clothes are torn and out of place.
Basically, he's a mess.
She opens her mouth to question his behavior, but is cut short as she realizes that his torn garb reveal a sizable portion of his toned chest, and she can see a great deal of the dark tribal markings that decorate it.
A spark of desire ignites within her, and she almost feels the need to lick her lips as her mouth turns up into a wicked grin.
At this point, she could care less why he was stalking her.
She walks over to him slowly.
His face holds horror and fear of what she may do now that he's caught red-handed.
Sitting back with his arms behind him, supporting him, he begins stuttering, trying to choke out an explanation as she approaches him further.
She stops right in front of his large form on the ground.
For once, she's looking down at him, instead of having to painfully arch her neck if she wishes to even catch a glimpse of his face at an angle.
She almost wants to laugh at the irony, and the fact that he's shaking like a frightened puppy.
She grins wider, almost allowing herself to fall atop him as she purposefully drops to the ground, straddling his waist as she stares him straight in the eye.
His face immediately turns into that of confusion and surprise.
She giggles.
The big idiot.
He never could take hints very well.
She works quickly, her lips descending to his neck, kissing it softly.
One small hand is pushing the remnants of his torso robes away, the other gliding up his neck, towards the band that holds his hair in a tight ponytail, no doubt aiming to undo it and release his long crimson locks.
His grin mimics hers, as he finally realizes what she wants.
And he is all too happy to oblige.
His strong arms encircle her, one large, calloused hand resting on her cloth-covered back, while the other buries itself in her soft raven hair.
He falls back, taking her with him and she smirks again.
The two lovers surely will be having fun tonight.
After writing this, I have discovered that I really like this style. I think it's really cool because you can just take a random little idea and not make it very long, but you can still make it a cute/suspenseful/angsty/whatever, well-written little slice of time, and it's kind of like a scene-to-scene thing where you don't have to cram it with tiny little details of everything that's going on, but it still flows and is fun to read, you know? Well, anyways, I still don't really know what exactly I think of this, and opinions from all are welcome and appreciated. I don't own Bleach, it is the sole property of Tite Kubo.