Kisuke reached up to stroke behind one of Yoruichi's ears, enjoying her soft warmth as she snuggled next to him. She made a low purring noise that made him grin with amusement. He thought it was adorable how used to being a cat she had become.
Before they left Soul Society, she had been a captain of the Gotei 13, and she had often had to keep her human form to perform her responsibilities. Even if she didn't have to, she had preferred to keep it a secret from most people. Occasionally, she would wander the Seireitei in her cat form, but not since growing up together with Urahara had she stayed in her cat form for so long. Maybe because he was one of few people who knew about her special ability, and possibly the only person who really accepted it.
He didn't freak out when the bundle of black fur spoke to him, even with her masculine voice. He didn't think it was strange when the purple-haired woman craved milk or fish, or when the black cat barked orders at him when they were on reconnaissance missions. And while her transformation had certainly disconcerted him in their childhood, now he took delight in every change that left her standing in nothing but wisps of smoke and silky violet hair. Unlike the Kurosaki boy, he wasn't quick to make her put clothes on.
Yoruichi loved that about him. She loved the way he softly stroked her whether she had sleek fur or smooth, olive skin.
His fingers slowly rubbing her ear reminded her of the gentle comfort she enjoyed just curled up in the lap of her lover, his hands caressing her little pointed ears, or her tail, which only Kisuke had free permission to touch.
She missed it. She hadn't been able to change into her feline form for months now, but having him petting her made her feel better about it.
As one hand toyed with her ear, Urahara let the other slide over Yoruichi's swollen belly, the reason she was no longer able to change into a cat. He wondered idly if their child would have furry, pointed ears.
Two months later, he found out that he had a daughter with normal, human ears. The girl, for whom Kisuke had picked the name Ururu, had a fine covering of black hair, but only on her tiny head. More like Kisuke's grey than Yoruichi's yellow, her eyes were big, round, and blue. And she most certainly did not have a tail.
A few weeks after that, Kisuke arranged a surprise for the mother of his child, who looked a little weary after weeks of sleepless nights and diaper changes. Leaving the infant sleeping under her godfather Tessai's capable watch, Kisuke flash-stepped out to an open field with Yoruichi, a plate of sushi, and two bottles of drinks for them. Reclining under an oak tree, he gestured towards his lap. Yoruichi grinned as she shrank into a furry black shadow, climbing over Kisuke's legs to curl up near the warmth of his stomach. He poured a cup of sake for himself, and one of milk for Yoruichi, and fed her sushi under the stars.
Yes, she had certainly missed this.