Rated: K+ for some suggestiveness.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
Seven Deadly Sins: Gluttony
"Thief"
By Nessie
"I honestly don't know why you insist on coming over here," Urahara began, his voice as relaxed-sounding as ever…with perhaps a tinge of annoyance, "when you could simply eat all you want at your palace."
"Mmm." Yoruichi refrained from answering for several moments while she filled her mouth with a drumstick that was swiftly devoured before she reached for a cup of milk that he had poured her. "The palace doesn't serve anything that has more than fifty calories in it," she told him as she delighted in a bunch of grapes with gusto. "And they never give me milk anymore. I'm starving!"
"Do you always eat like that?"
She turned an accusing golden glare on him as she swallowed. "I admit I seem like the last person who would be a glutton, but you don't have to say it like that… You never minded when we were kids."
"That's because when I asked, I was told it was because you were a growing girl and that girls ate more than boys. Being a scientist, I can tell right now that you are well past finished needing that much nourishment." Urahara sighed and sat down at his rickety table across from her. "But it can't be helped. I have a Captains Meeting in the morning—"
"I won't keep you up," she promised. "Go ahead and go to bed if you want, Kisuke." She paused in order to flash him a wicked grin. "Maybe I'll join you later."
Something stirred inside of him at her words, but Urahara forced it back in favor of eyeing her suspiciously. "I'm not worried about that. I'd just like to be able to have some breakfast if it's alright with you."
"But cereal goes so well with milk…"
"Yoruichi." He gave her a warning look.
She held her hands in the air and shrugged. "Fine. Be that way."
"I will." He stood up again and headed out of his tiny kitchen toward his even smaller bedroom. "Besides," her longtime friend added over his shoulder, a joke in his voice, "You'll get fat if you keep eating like that, and then see if I—"
He was promptly cut off by an empty milk bottle flying at his head. Urahara ducked just in time, but he turned around to send the covert ops commander an incredulous look. "How could you do that!" he demanded, his voice cracking.
A small vein was protruding out of Yoruichi's head, a far cry from her usually cool behavior, and she harrumphed at him. "Who doesn't care now?" she taunted, walking over and preparing to step over his body on her way out.
With a laugh, Urahara grabbed her ankle and gave a hard tug. Yoruichi went down, but her skills had her landing on her hands and her one free foot, and she never impacted with the floor. "You're gonna get it," she threatened, but a wide smile had already spread on her face.
"That's what I'm counting on," Urahara assured her, and then pulled her beneath him.
She accepted the kiss with grace and a racing heart, but she pushed him away enough to send him a wary glance. "Does it really bother you that I eat a lot, Kisuke?"
He shrugged. Wasn't it clear that her eating habits were not his direct concern at the moment? "No," he answered with a smirk.
"Oh, good." Yoruichi returned the same look with equal amusement. Getting up together, they entered his bedroom, and Urahara turned to face her.
"Why?" he inquired. "Out of curiosity."
"Because I already ate all of your breakfast food."
"You—!"
Yoruichi slammed the bedroom door shut behind her right before she pounced.
The End