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I'm taking the idea from what happened in the last manga chapter and expanding on it a little bit. Enjoy!

Character(s)/Pairing(s): Black Star/Tsubaki

Theme: 11. Nippy

June 13, 2009

He sat in their living room, his head dropped back on the edge of the couch with a bag of ice in his lap.

Needless to say, it hadn't been his day. He didn't know how that was going to change.

"Isn't that... awkward... to sit with ice on your..." Tsubaki began, eyeing him sitting there from the doorway between two rooms. Their apartment was already at an uncomfortable temperature in the late summer afternoon, so she switched on the fan to circulate the air around the room.

Black Star heaved a sigh and opened one eye to look at her. "Eh, it's better than without."

"That must hurt, though," she give him an uneasy look as her eyes kept shifting from his face to the bag of ice.

"Not so much anymore," he shrugged, trying not to notice her eyes on him down there. At least look when he wasn't slightly wounded. "I mean, at first, yeah. Now I'm just keeping the ice on there to get rid of the heat. It'll be a bag of water soon enough."

"Hm, that might be a smart idea." The second those words came out of her mouth, Black Star's mind was now swimming with the mental image of Tsubaki taking two ice cubes to her nipples while giving him a shy smile.

The bag shifted in his lap without any assistance.

He began to chuckle, a pleased grin on his face as the image grew more elaborate.

"Where is your mind right now?" Tsubaki asked, giving him what could qualify as a Maka-level look. Her tone was what snapped Black Star out of his reverie (sadly). Both eyes were open now.

He slowly spoke, shifting the bag back into place. "...what are you talking about?"

Shaking her head with what he believed was a roll of her eyes, she exited the room.

"What?" he called louder, wondering what she was up to now.

After not hearing anything for a good minute, his eyes slipped shut. He waited quietly, for once, until something hard and cold slid down the front of his bare chest. "Ah!" he leaped up, almost into Tsubaki who had been standing over him for the past few seconds, dropping ice cubes. She laughed as he struggled, the bag that was perched over his crotch forgotten. "Woman!"

"It seems like you're all better now, don't you think?" Her smile almost distracted him enough, but he wasn't one to be swayed away from a fight so easily.

"Oh, I'll show you!" he picked up the ice cube that had fallen and run after her with it. Taking the ice cube, he dropped it down the back of her shirt in retaliation. With a squeal at the cold, she arched her back in hopes to get the ice cube out of the confines of her t-shirt faster. "Black Star!"

"Fair's fair! As if you didn't think I would fight back," he called as he laughed as her flailing around. "Revenge!"

"Fine, fine! You can stop now!"

Pretending to think about it, he paused and then shook his head as he advanced, "No!" He managed to get another one down the front of her shirt, followed by whatever else was in the bag that he had been using previously.

"Black Star!"

"Fine," he sighed, leaning into the kitchen a bit to toss the ice into the sink, "but that shirt's gotta go. It's all wet and I can see through it anyway." Thank the God he had surpassed for this sight. If only she wasn't wearing a bra, he would take out those ice cubes again and continue that little fantasy he had going before.

"Black Star!" she groaned his name again, still not completely used to him openly hitting on her. This was new, but still... it was hot.

He turned his falsely innocent expression to her. "What?" He was the devil in disguise. Wasn't he wounded?

He just enjoyed her calling out his name so much.

Her fingers curved underneath the hem of her t-shirt. "Fine." She could play nurse for a little while, anyway. If he was going to talk a big game, she would match him, move for move.

His eyes almost bugged out of his head as he watched her shirt rise higher and higher before being discarded completely.

His day had turned around.