Ah...Shiro-chan's long awaited date...I will leave you with that.
Enjoy!
I don't own Bleach.
He finally got his date.
He should've known the moment Matsumoto volunteered to help Rukia pick out a dress (or formal kimono if she wanted) he wouldn't be able to keep his eyes off of her.
The dress wasn't really that elaborate. A black, strapless dress that sat loose around her body and had an almost summer dress kind of effect, with a pair of black heels and that was it. It wasn't really that elaborate at all, except for the fact that the loose material seemed to fall around Rukia in just the right way. In a way that touched her curves and left a lot to the imagination. And having his imagination run wild with him while in the middle of a dinner date, was rude, which was why he had to work on not letting his eyes fall to her lips.
He wasn't sure what she was talking about.
Mostly because when he would try to read her lips to catch onto the conversation his mind would drift away to how they had felt against his skin, which was sort of useless for a conversation.
When he wasn't enamored with Rukia's mouth he found that she was actually worth the talk. He could have a normal, sense making conversation with her about anything from duty to sand and have a debate worth his breath with her about anything from duty to sand. She had a temper as fierce as Kurosaki's when she wanted to make a point known and her believes were solid. She was not the ditzy princess he had figured she was.
Looks were a great turn on, but he would be the first and not the only to admit that he appreciated a great mind far more than looks.
Rukia had a style and grace about her that made him think of snow. He figured with her zanpakuto affinity it was a clichéd thought, but she really was as gentle as a snow flake and harsh a snow storm when she wanted to be, he was glad she preferred the in between stage where she could be gentle and harsh at the same time and get her point across.
He was the perfect gentleman as he walked her back to her home. His jacket was laid out over her shoulders to keep her from the chill in the air. He was walking a respectful distance from her, one that said they were together, but as friends – unless she wanted more.
And all the while conversation flowed, as if they would never run out of things to talk about.
He felt a bit annoyed when they finally did reach her front door and for a moment the two of them merely stood there, motionless as if waiting for something from the other. He was rather reluctant to leave her in there even though he knew the only other two people in there were Kai and Hanatarou. He knew she saw Hanatarou as a little brother and would do anything to defend him, so the most she would do was wake him up and convince him to go back to sleep in the spare room.
Hanatarou was still another guy and not even him – who just happened to be the father of her child – had stayed in her house over night before.
She smiled that beautiful smile of hers. "I had fun." She said as she started to pull the jacket from her shoulders and clutched it in her hands. She smiled up at him. "You're nice to talk to when you don't kidnap your own daughter."
He could feel the blush spread across his cheek at her words; he turned his face away from her.
He turned back to her and his eyes widened as her mouth pressed against his. She pulled back; her cheeks alight with a blush. She cleared her throat and gave him his jacket.
"I'll see you around, Toshiro-kun."
The door closed with a click behind her and he smirked as he walked back to his quarters, jacket thrown over his shoulder and kept there with his one hand.
Not part of the plan, but he still got his kiss.