I don't own Bleach...
Cause if I did, this woulda happened a LOT sooner..
A small smile was plastered onto his face as he looked at the woman, up and down.
He went over a check list in his head, a list of expectations:
-Sultry body...check.
-Purring voice...check
-Cat-like in nature.....check?
Urahara still couldn't believe that he was in love..in love with this woman, the woman that could change from female to feline. She had beautiful skin, a chocolate brown, with violet hair and sparkling eyes. A lush figure, and a witty mind that could spit out remarks you'd never think of yourself. Why she chose him, he'd never know, but he thanked his lucky stars that she was before him.
"Neko-san.." He'd whisper when it was just the two of them. Urahara would always attempt to be as seductive as her without seeming too perverted, but his reputation had already set in, and anything outside of that was hard to believe. "Please, don't do anything that you'll regret in the morning."
"A cautious man is a sexy one.." She'd purr, and daintly swipe her hand across his chest, as if pawing him like a cat. "A seductive woman is a troublemaker." Said Urahara, the fatigued scent of sake still lingering on his lips and tongue. How desperately Yoruichi wanted to tame that wild tongue, how she wanted to make all of him hers...
It was really only a matter of time before that happened.
"How about you retire to your room for the night, Neko-san..? It's getting late; I still have to tend to the store in the morning." Yoruichi shrugged, tugging on his shirt as she looked into his eyes. "No one will hear a thing...we'll sneak out, and then come back before morning...no one will know anything." Urahara wanted with all his heart to leave with her, but too many suspicions would arise if anyone caught them. The time you feel safest is when you're caught. "We'd have better luck here, Neko-san. Better stay put." Yoruichi pouted, and tugged on his shirt. "How about we try in your room, huh? We'll be quiet, and have fun back there." Urahara only sighed, following his persuasive lover down the hallway. She stopped abruptly, a devious smirk stretching across her full lips. "Close your eyes until I tell you to open them." Kisuke could tell this was leading to something bad, in his case anyway, but he only did as he was told as not to lead to something worse. "Keep 'em closed." Yoruichi teased, and he could faintly hear her footsteps lead into the kitchen. Kitchen? What would she possibly need in there? He waited for a couple more minutes, and he could hear something spray around.
Spraying? What was Yoruichi doing in his bedroom anyhow?
"Okay, open!" Kisuke eyes slowly opened, and he stepped into the bedroom. Nothing was very romantic, just scattered papers, a couple calendars, photos...and a near naked Yoruichi.
Normal? Partially.
Yoruichi, on a daily basis, is half naked...but this time, it was different. She was sprawled across his bed, whipped cream swirled into a perfect hearts on...particular places. So she wasn't completely naked, but the spots of white cream hardly covered her..certain spots.
A dreadful nosebleed erupted in Urahara's nose. "E-Excuse me, Neko-san." He said quickly, running off to the bathroom. Yoruichi's little smile stretched into a provocative grin. A soft cackle sprang from her mouth.
Oh, it was only a matter of time.
Yoruichi and Kisuke-ness!!
Haha...it's so perverted, I'm sorry.
Yeah, but, um...
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