This is a drabble I wrote.

Stay

Ichigo couldn't fathom how he ended up in this situation.

The night started with a myriad episodes of The Young Indiana Jones, then it ended with the movie Small Soldiers, and a very drowsy Rukia sprawled over his lap.

When he invited Rukia to join him for a movie night, he hadn't expected her to drop a pillow across his lap and drape herself over it. He'd been a little worried that she'd notice something, but the pillow appeared to serve a well enough barrier.

Now, hours later, his back was sore from sitting in the same position for too long, but he couldn't bring himself to rouse Rukia. Instead he stretched out his hand, snatched up the remote, and shut off the TV. The room became bathed in darkness and he chanced a longing look at the death god in his lap.

It was just his luck that her eyes blinked open and she murmured up at him.

"I should go back to my closet now."

Cold panic raced down his spine. Without even thinking he gripped her shoulder and whispered, "Please stay."

Rukia's confused eyes searched his in the dark, and he was afraid of what she might see.

"Ok... fool." She murmured after an eternity. Rather than settle back across his lap she moved the pillow aside and laid her head against his chest.

Rukia didn't seem to have a problem drifting off to sleep, but Ichigo suddenly found it impossible. His mind began racing. Why did he ask her to stay? Why did he even say something so stupid? What the hell was he gonna do when she woke up in the morning?

For every one of her breaths that ghosted over his chin he swore his heart pounded a million times.

Just sleep. Sleep! C'mon, sleep!

Damn, he wanted to kiss her, but there was no way in hell he would. She'd beat the daylights out of him. Instead he clenched his eyes shut and tried to force sleep.

Suddenly small fingers intertwined with his larger ones. Ichigo's heart skipped a beat. A moment later soft lips brushed against his, but they were gone as quickly as it happened.

His whole body froze in shock.

Did Rukia just kiss me?

He cracked an eye lid but all he could see was her curled up against his chest in the dark. Her face inches away from his own. Her eyes were closed as if nothing had even happened.

After intense internal deliberation Ichigo retaliated with his own kiss. He pulled Rukia closer and pressed his lips firmly against hers. His own kiss was raw, and deliberate, she would not be left wondering what happened. And if she chose to smack him, well it was worth it, he decided.

I wrote this for Deathberryprompts on Tumblr. This was written for the weekly prompt of "Stay."

I figured I would share this in my Short shorts collection because technically its a short. And I know some of you don't follow me on tumblr, or even use tumblr.

I dunno if I should explain what this is based on. But I hope you all enjoy reading it.