I was bored. And had nothing to read. Thus, I wrote this. Hope you like it!
Bittersweet
By: Nekare
Strawberry
Rukia has never seen anything like it.
The thing - for lack of a better term - It's round and cold, and has a weird cookie underneath that is shaped as a cone. Apparently it's endurance isn't very good, for the thing is actually melting, sticky substance sliding slowly towards the floor, gravity pulling it down. Her eyes follow the path down, lips parted and a frown in her face.
And most importantly, the thing is actually pink.
"What is this?" Her tone shows the curiosity she has for everything in this world, and it speaks of amazement. Ichigo looks up from his ice cream, watching the way she stares in rapture, and the way her eyes widen every time a new pink drop falls on her hand, her brows coming together in confusion.
"Che, it's just ice cream stupid." She looks at him, and her eyes urge him to tell her more. "Just eat it, ok? Like this." He licks his lemon flavoured ice cream, sour and sweet mixing in his mouth in an explosion of taste. A frown is painted in her face, and she looks from him to her half melted treat and back again. One of his eyebrows is raised, in a clear challenge.
She finally shrugs and tentatively lets her tongue dart out of her mouth and lick slightly the pink surface. Her eyes widen at the sweet taste, sensation filling her mouth. The sweetness is addictive, and she licks again, stronger than before. Her eyes close without her knowledge, and she dives into the sensitive overdrive the mysterious thing offers her.
Ichigo watches her quietly, an amused smile dancing in his lips. It's a while before Rukia finishes the cold dessert, and she still has an expression of content on her face. If she could, she might have purred. The smile vanishes from Ichigo's face as she finally turns to him, a flush that rivals with the color of the ice cream tainting her cheeks.
"Just what was that heavenly thing?" The smile returns – against his will – at her choice of words. It's fleeting however, as he still has a reputation to hold on to.
She doesn't seem to notice. "I told you. Strawberry ice cream. Geez, don't make such a fuzz." A dangerous glint enters her eyes. Dangerous because he knows it won't be good for him, as he's seen it in her face an awful lot of times.
"Strawberry? Like you?" Her voice is dripping with honey, but her eyes speak of mischief.
Ichigo sighs. He knows she'll taunt him to no end.
A/N: this started innocently enough, but as it was written it started to be more and more pervert-y (is that a word?), but then again maybe it's just my lecherous mind. Oh, and the pronunciation for Ichigo is the same as strawberry in Japanese.