Requested by fruitbat- thank you
Lisa x Kisuke
Wine
"Woah. Moderation, you know."
She glared at him from across the table, sorely regretting not going out with the rest of the Vizards. Staying at home with Urahara was shaping up to be a bad idea. She should have listened to Cap- Kensei. She had to remind herself to drop the 'Captain' and 'Lieutenant' titles these days. It had only been a few weeks, but already the rules and regulations of the Soul Society were slipping away.
Rules like drinking on duty.
But then, she supposed she wasn't on duty anymore.
Which was why, when Kisuke had poured himself a glass of wine, she had pulled a second glass from the cupboard and pushed it towards him.
"Seriously, don't drink it so quick."
"Shut up, Urahara."
"No."
She glared again, and grabbed for the bottle, filling her glass once more. She drunk half of it in one mouthful, her expression decidedly unimpressed. He was smiling at her without change from behind the fan he'd bought on his first day in exile. She really didn't like that fan.
"I really can't wait until we get our own place, away from you. I'm going to my room."
She downed the rest of her second, clinked the empty glass on the table and got to her feet, but lurched slightly as she did.
"Told you so. You're not used to alcohol, are you?"
"Shut up, Urahara!"
She closed her eyes and tried to make her limbs move the way that they were supposed to, but her calf still hit the table, regardless. She heard the clink of the bottle as it fell over and rolled onto the floor, and winced.
"I told you so."
There was a soft background glug as the rest of the wine spilled onto the floor, staining it a dark red. The back of her mind was lecturing her, telling her it was going to stain, but she was destracted by the strange gold his hair had turned as he stood directly under the light. His voice was soft, quiet: his breath was warm on her cheek. His hand was suddenly on her wrist, steadying her.
She hadn't even heard him move.
She opened his eyes, and he was terrifyingly close, the annoying smile still on his mouth. She wondered, for a brief, insane moment, whether she could kiss it right away.
Her voice was hoarse, but she did not know why.
"And I told you… shut up."
The smile widened, and almost immediately he felt her body press up against his own, her mouth on his, warm, tasting a little still of the wine. His hands found themselves on her sides, then slipped under the back of her shirt, against the heat of her skin, effectively silenced.