Urahara Kisuke
Urahara gulped as he watched his lover, whom he had forgot to call…for the past five years…sit on his pillow his hat on her head as she twirled his precious 'pimp cane' as she like to call it. "Mahh, Kago-Cahn…let's not do anything rash, huh? Clam down." She glared at him, "Rash…rash? You haven't called me in five years and you want me to be calm!" Her powers lashed out in a flurry of pink, she took a deep breath to calm herself, she didn't want the SS on her ass, nope no thank you. She had been fine for the past one hundred and fifty years without their interference, she didn't need it now. Her eyes gleamed, oh no, not right now.
Urahara gulped as she looked at him, clam as could be…uh oh…he was in for it now. "Now Kag-" She cut him off by standing up and stalking over to him. He froze as she draped her arms around his neck, his hat hiding her eyes. She smiled coyly up at him one arm wrapped around his neck the other allowing her fingers to draw patterns on his muscular chest. "Urahara-Ku~n…" He shivered, "I hope you're not going to busy for a while…we have five years to make up…and you're going to make them up." He nodded dumbly as she led him like a puppy dog towards his…no their bedroom.