Disclaimer: Bleach does not belong to me
Title: The Best
Part
Rating: T
Genre: Rom
Warnings/Spoilers:
Nothing really. Things are implied but nothing graphic.
Theme:
#89 afterglow
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It's really no
surprise to Ichigo that her favorite position is when she's on top.
And they've tried many different positions (which is to say
that it was all Ichigo's fault in the first place for bringing that
magazine into the house and hiding it in a locked storage box, buried
underneath a stack of thick, winter sweaters that he never actually
uses. When he sees her thumbing through the magazine, he begins to
yell at her with embarrassed anger, but she easily shuts him up by
saying it was better for her to find it then his father right? He
doesn't mention it again, but he does buy a new padlock.) but
it was the one they always came back to so he's pretty much sure
he's right. Though he hasn't discussed it with her (what, do
you think he's a complete moron? The new padlock is much more
heavy-duty then the last one, and now he hides his storage box in the
ceiling), he's pretty sure it all stems down to "control
issues."
Kurosaki Ichigo is an
idiot—though he isn't a complete one, because he at least managed
to not tell his pet theory to the girl who was currently laying on
top of him as they both try to catch their breath, the soft sounds as
they inhale and exhale in an almost synchronized manner fill the air
around them. (And she still hasn't managed to find the new
hiding place for his storage box, though she thinks tomorrow that she
will have a little conversation with Kon, because she doesn't want
to waste anymore of her time looking through all his drawers. After
all, she's no idiot). No, Rukia likes being on top simply for
what comes after everything. When they're done, when they're
both limp and boneless, too tired and pleased to do anything but lie
there complete, she likes to lay her ear to his chest with her eyes
closed, all the better to hear the rapidly thumping sound that
faintly echoes within her head. This is the best part; she muses and
smiles as she listens to heartbeat of the boy she loves.
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.:fin:.
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…doki-doki…