Hope you like it! R+R Disclaimer: I do Not own bleach, only Ribeka and Jyoi

At first he began to protest, but I won the argument. He removed his top, and sneezed again. "Ughhh." He growled. I sat next to him and began to dry him off. I pushed him on his back and sat next to him, drying off his chest. He turned his head to face away from me. I smiled then felt a pang of guilt. He is freezing cold because he was trying to keep me dry.

I sighed. "I'm sorry." I muttered. This caught his attention. He turned his head back to stare me in the eye. "What do you have to be sorry about?" He asked. "For you getting sick." I replied, letting the sadness fill my eyes. He sighed and rested on his elbows, as I hung my head and frowned.

He lifted one hand to push a piece of wet hair behind my ear. "It's not you fault." He replied. I looked over at him as my eyes began to feel heavy. It was already really late. After I finished drying him, I threw the towel on the floor and yawned. My hair air dried. "Do you wanna sleep here tonight?" Kensei suggested when he saw me sway back and forth tiredly. I gave a weak nod.

I laid myself down next to him and curled up against him. He wrapped an arm around my waist protectively and rested his face in the crook of my neck. I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I saw Kensei, in the same position as when we went to sleep. I gently pulled out of his embrace and stood up. I leaned back and raised my arms above my head and stretched. I heard a groan come from behind me. Kensei sat up and rubbed his eye tiredly. I realized he was still shirtless. I tried to fight the upcoming blush, only to fail. Then when my eyes traced down his chest, I noticed a tattoo. 69, is what it read.

I rose an eyebrow curiously. "When did you get the tattoo?" I asked, sitting next to him again. "I don't remember but it was a while ago." He muttered. "Why 69?" "My first name and the squad number." He replied laying on his stomach, burying his face in the futon. I placed a hand on his back and slowly rubbed small circles in his back. "Thank you for yesterday." I muttered. He nodded slightly. I got an idea to pay him back.

I placed both of my hands on his shoulders, realizing how small my hands are compared to some muscles he acquired over the years, and I began to massage him. I heard him let out some moans of pleasure causing me to blush. I slowly moved my hands towards his shoulder blades, then onto his spine, then about an inch away from his hips. I saw him grip the sheets trying to help him stop. It didn't. He let out a loud moan in pleasure. "T-thank you." He managed to choke out. "It's the least I can do for yesterday." I replied.

Something else popped into my head. I can massage the front too. I flipped him over onto his back. He rose an eye brow questioningly. I placed my hands on his stomach, causing him to tense up. I slowly began to move my fingers, massaging him slowly but roughly. He threw his head back, closing his eyes and holding a straight face, even though sometimes, you can tell by the slightest twitch, that he's enjoying it.

I moved my hands up to where his tattoo was and rubbed circles around it. This caught his attention, making him throw his head up to face me as his eyes caught mine. They were filled with something I've never seen come from him, not once for the centuries I have known him. Desire. This made me blush uncontrollably. He rested on his elbows and rested one of his hands behind my head, pushing my face closer to his as he leaned in further closing the gap between our lips. He kissed me hungrily, revealing an emotion I would have never thought I had, love. I kissed him back equally, only to be interrupted by a growling stomach.

I sat up, pulling out of his grip and held my stomach, hiding my eyes behind my bangs and I blushed in embarrassment. He chuckled, making me look up and noticing a small tint of red on his cheeks. He sat up and walked toward his closet, pulling out a uniform shirt as he slipped it on. I got off of his futon and walked to the door. I slid it open and crept down the hall toward my room. Good thing about being part wolf, you can sneak anywhere without being heard. I slid open the door and walked in.

I heard snoring. Looking over to my futon, I saw a familiar green haired girl. I smiled. I walked over to my closet, and grabbing a new uniform, I crept out of my room and down toward the bathroom. Walking in, I smelt a muggy smell making me notice, someone was just in here. I placed my uniform on a rack, and turned on the shower. Undressing quickly, I slipped into the shower letting warm water fall over me.