Washing Up
It was time to wash up and attend breakfast.
It was still strange for Renji to wake up with her in his arms. Rukia was snuggled against him, her limbs draped across his broad chest and long legs. She was not as dignified as when she was awake though: her mouth was parted and a thin line of drool traced its way past the side of her face and onto his bare chest.
Renji used the thin blanket to wipe the worst of the damp away. The slight movement woke his lover up.
"Hrmmm?" The bleary look in her eyes was soon replaced with languor. Renji's breath quickened as Rukia kissed his collarbone.
They could wash up later.