Starting a series of HisagiSoifon prompt drabbles, because, c'mon there isn't enough love for those two. ^^ Nothing belongs to me.

She was sleeping peacefully, her head resting on his arm, almost on his chest , fingers entangled. In the dark, half naked, petite compared to his grand figure, Soifon, the unapproachable captain of the second division, the fierce 'man hater', the 'ultimate bitch' looked like a fragile doll. Her short height, porcelain skin and dark hair really made her look like the little too perfect mini-humans that were sold out in the shops.

Hisagi knew that his… girlfriend was everything but weak when she was awake. When her eyes were wide open, mind as cunning as ever, she was a beast, a calm and calculating, cold-masked and deadly killer. She'd hide her feelings, she'd prefer the poker face that kept her from harm. But he couldn't judge her – after all it was that feline traitor whom Soifon respected and surely loved that betrayed her trust and everyone else. Much like the situation between him and his – now former – captain, Kaname Tosen.

But, at night, in those minutes, filled with insomnia and calm breathing, were times where all that was bottled up, memories, nightmares, short but sweet moments, absolutely everything came out even if one was sleeping. Sometimes he was in that place, sometimes she. There was no escape, except the cool feel of skin after the fevers. But that skin had once been touching someone else, and that someone was a betrayer.

Sometimes it hurt.

Hisagi knew that he would never try to hurt the woman who slept next to him, no matter what happened in the future. Because he knew that feeling a little too well. The feeling of a blade cutting into your back, put there by a friend, a mentor.

Sometimes it was too much.

And because doing that would be leaving a newly repaired precious jewel to be smashed into dull and overly sharp pieces, not even reminiscent of the beauty it used to be.

He stirred but caught himself before he awoke the sleeping beauty, given that almost all of her body was lying on him now. The usually braided hair was sprawled all over her bare back and his chest, tickling a little with surprisingly soft locks. So soft it actually made the marble features of her face look gentler, calmer, more beautiful and more… human. Said face was now tranquil in her sleep, no worry lines, nor the usual guarded scowl that lingered even in sleep. Just… peace. Her eyelids were calm, the eyes weren't moving rapidly underneath them. Shaolin Fon, the fierce head of the assassination squad, had finally calmed down in his presence.

Hisagi Shuuhei was damn proud of that.

And he knew he was gonna try and hold her close as long as possible. His lips formed a smile.

"Would you go to sleep already?" her voice came to him, a little muffled, a little sleepy, but definitely the usual commanding and –believed only by him – sexy tone. He felt something rub against his shoulder: a smile and realization dawned on him.

"Understood, Soifon-sama."

"Pervert."

"You like it."

"… Just go to sleep."

He snickered: sometimes it was so fun and easy to annoy her. In a funny way, of course.

With a kiss on her temple, he let his eyes close, succumbing to sleep's embrace momentarily.

Too OOC? Pls tell me