Observer
He likes watching her.
In the infrequent times they're together (they get days off, and spend those afternoons out), he likes hanging a little way back from her, watching the sway of her hips, the way she holds her shoulders, and the curve of her neck (she wears her hair up for these times, and the pale smooth slight depression at the back of her neck right at her hairline is a wonderful place to kiss).
He likes watching women in general (they're so soft and smooth and fragile, and they move with grace and strength and intent, like a talented fighter), but watching her is all of those things and quite a little more, because she simply does what she intends to (harder than it sounds), there is absolutely no wasted movement. She is precisely where she wants to be when she wants to be, and not where she does not.
He thinks he would like to see her fight with a skilled opponent (not him, because then he couldn't watch), and he thinks that she will move with just that grace, and unless her opponent understands that economy of movement, he would drive himself mad looking for her at places where his blade is not.
He likes watching that grace in her. He's a very physical person (yeah, yeah. Rub it in) and her body language speaks to him- this is a supremely self-confident woman, who knows what she can and cannot do, and operates within those limits so efficiently that it is as though she has no limits at all.
Sometimes she makes tea for him –not in his quarters, nor in hers, but in a (quality) inn in Seireitei where there are no misinformed idiots who gawk at them, wondering what someone like her is doing with someone like him (he wonders this himself)- and watching her do all of that with her contained actions (the sweeping movements of her hands, the fall of her hair over her serene countenance, and most of all the beautiful curve of her neck) is domestic, homely, and calms him like the sight of Yachiru snoring away.
After she makes it she'll pour it for him and a bit after that she'll taste like tea and be warm and soft in his arms.
When they walk back later, there will be a lazy swing to her walk, a bit of tension gone from her shoulders, a dreamy little half-smile just for him.
He'll walk a little way behind her, watching the sway of her hips, the curve of her neck, and she'll turn a bit and give him that tiny, shy smile.
He likes watching her.
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a/n: my friend beta'd this and said… 'this is sooo like porn' …which worries me. Even worse…this is the closest I am EVER going to get to writing Zaraki/Unohana fluff.
