"Kisssuke..." A thrill went through his body at the hiss of the name at his ear. As if that wasn't enough, the tongue that flickedat the shell of his ear tingled through to his spine too. arms wrapped around his midsection to flutter through and under his yukata slowly going south.gasp meowrr Urahara twisted around, seeking soft, succulent lips he hadn't tasted in a while.
"Where have you been"
"Who have you been with?"
The ugly green monster reared its malicious head as he backhanded her, making her fall soundlessly, sprawling backwards to the tatami floor. Cats never lost their grace.
He ripped his clothes off and knelt to her prone form, stalking menacingly above her.Garbbing a shulder and reaching for a hip, he threatened to hit her again if she answered incorrectly. Instead, he shook her soundly. "This and this,who else touched this since you've been gone?" A hint, no, a thread of rough-voiced pleading underlying that harsh command.
Slowly, Yoruichi undid her blouse. "This, Kisuke?" As she exposed creamy tan skin. "Why no one, just you." Kisuke hugs her hard. "Show it. Prove it. That I'm the only man in your life." Hmmhhmm... "Only if you show me how much you miss me." She whispered, giving him her self-satisfied smirk and inching in closer for a kiss.
The Urahara shoten was then a shaking shack that night.