Dance
"I'm not doing it." Aizen didn't think he could get any firmer. His tone was ice, his eyes blank, his face solid. Yet... His captain still had the audacity to grin at him, hand still outstretched. He resisted the urge to cross his arms and stamp his foot like a child. As though sensing this, Shinji grinned even wider.
"It'll be fun."
Aizen's face nearly twisted into a frown. "Fun." he repeated blankly. "We're supposed to be working, Captain. Not having 'fun'. You do realize that this report is due in a few hours?"
This didn't dampen Shinji's spirit at all. In fact, his lecherous grin seemed to grow to twice it's size, splitting his face with his mirth. Aizen didn't find any of this funny. Why would he want to swing dance of all things with his captain? Swing dance to that stupid jazz music that was much too cheerful.
"All work and no play makes Aizen a dull boy." before Aizen could snidely retort, Shinji grabbed his hand and pulled him into a dip. Shinji's hair hung around them, glowing strands of yellow gold, accentuating the captain's pale face. Aizen fought back the heat rising in his face.
"One dance." A small soft smile from Shinji, a kiss on his forehead, a well executed twirl.
"Good boy!"
If Shinji thought that swing dancing would get him out of writing that report, he had another thing coming.
Owari.