A/N: Warning: Obscene amounts of fluff are about to occur. You have been warned.

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Drabble Ten

Touch

"Hey, Kisuke?" her tone was sly as she bounced over.

"What, Yoruichi?" he returned warily. The last time she was acting like this it hadn't boded well for him...

"I'm bored. Can we spar?"

"Hakuda, I suppose?" he pouted, blond hair sticking out in every direction. Yep. He was right on the dot again.

"Of course." she replied brightly, ignoring the groan that signified his impending doom.

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"Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow." Kisuke winced, taking another step.

"Aw, are you in pain? So sorry, I thought you said that you were a hakuda expert."

"I am." he muttered. "It's not my fault you're a hakuda master."

She gave him an innocent stare, amber eyes glittering. "I don't believe I said I was."

"You're so mean to me." Kisuke whined, crossing his arms as they walked. "You probably just want to spar so you can beat the crap out of me all the time."

She sighed. "Kisuke, you know I would never do that."

The coversation had now turned serious.

He turned to face her, his usually grinning features creased into a frown. "I do, Yoruichi."

She hunched her shoulders, one arm grasping the other as she turned away from him ever so slightly. "It's just, sometimes I feel like you don't understand, Kisuke."

He reached forward to touch her arm, concern on his face. "Is something wrong, Yoruichi?"

She flinched. "No. It's- I just have a feeling that something awful is going to happen soon."

Kisuke acted on an impulse: reaching out, he drew the now trembling woman into his arms, their faces only a couple of inches apart. His eyes widened as what he'd done registered in his mind.

He froze, meeting Yoruichi's eyes.

Yoruichi blinked in confusion for a moment before gently, almost hesitantly, she closed the already miniscule gap between their faces, pressing her lips lightly to his own before pulling away, a light blush dusting across her usually expressive face. Nervously, she chewed on her bottom lip with a sharp canine, examining his face for a reaction.

Kisuke's brain had short circuited, and he could only gape at the violet haired woman.

Yoruichi searched his face for something, anything, before she frowned and pulled free of his arms. "I shouldn't have done that- it was stupid." she said quietly, face still flushed.

Before she could leave, Kisuke's strong arms wrapped around her waist again, pulling her into his warm chest.

"No. It wasn't stupid." he teased gently, tone warm again. Lifting her face, he looked her in the eye before pressing his lips back to hers.

"I think it was the most amazing, intelligent thing you've ever done."