Ticklish
Ichigo once asked Rukia if she was ticklish. She told him, "I don't know." That would be a mistake on her part.
Rukia broke through her straight face and laughed. And she laughed. And laughed. It seemed like so long before he stopped and they both collapsed on her bed, his arm resting on her waist.
"I guess so, then," she told him as she stared at his lips. He smiled a bit, but didn't dare draw her in closer in case she wanted revenge. Ichigo was most sensitive near his ribs.
"So this body is working better than the last?"
With a nod, Rukia remembered the first faux body she was in about a year ago. This one was much more flexible. And apparently more ticklish.
Ichigo jumped off the bed and stopped in his doorway to look back on Rukia. "I'll keep that in mind."
Fin