A/N: Rated Teen for Urahara and Yoruichi being Urhara and Yoruichi.
Seven Deadly Sins: Sloth
"Slacking"
By Nessie
Jinta has started asking about a black cat that wanders around the store and whether they can keep it or not. Urahara tells him good-naturedly that of course they can keep it…as long as they don't mind getting the crap beat out of them for trying to domesticate that particular cat.
After all, that had Yoruichi's original problem, hadn't it?
The outcast Shinigami sits on a hill on the outskirts of Karakura, doing nothing but watching the clouds turn purple from the impending sunset and smoking a pipe. He has discovered that if there is one thing he really enjoys about the material world, it is the use of tobacco. There is no good use for it and he knows that Tessai wishes "the owner" would stop smoking it, but Urahara can't help it. He loves this stuff.
"You're going to get cancer."
He slants eye over toward her and is at once disappointed. Though not even the fiery colors of the sinking sun can overpower the beauty of the Shihouin princess with her exotic skin and loose violet hair waving carelessly in the breeze, he might have preferred her to be naked. He knew for a fact that since she had begun using her feline form more and more often, Yoruichi had grown tired of the use of clothes at all, but it seemed she was not about to go in total public and parade herself around.
Well, technically, there's no one here but us… Urahara kills the thought before it can be finished by his over-imaginative brain. He is pleased by what she's wearing, a thin summer dress of white cotton that lies over dark body as though it were no more than a towel. No cleavage is available to him, but he suspects that she is not wearing underwear. She really, really dislikes underwear now. "Too confining," she had once explained.
In response to her casually-made statement, Urahara smiles. "It's no worse than other things that have happened to me, I imagine."
She tilts her head. "I guess exile would be somewhat hard to beat."
His smile becomes a smirk. "Oh, I was talking about you." The blow he suffers to the back of his head does nothing but knock off his striped hat. He reaches for it, but Yoruichi catches his hand and holds it in hers.
"Leave it off. Your hair is nice in this light." And without another word, she lays down and puts her head on his lap.
Absently, he runs his fingers through her hair, briefly scratching a place behind her right ear. The slight rumble from her chest is the same response she might give in her animal form, but Urahara thinks that he prefers her womanly voice compared to that silly, scratchy male voice that escapes between whiskers.
Actually, he prefers everything about this form of hers. This is his friend, after all. Well…more than friend now. More like partner-in-crime.
Urahara doesn't realize that the word "lover" would describe her just as well. These two are not used to acknowledging their affection as being so adult.
"Shouldn't you be at your store?" she asks and the golden sky fades to navy blue. "Won't that big guy be wondering about you? And those kids you have there?"
"Oh, they'll wonder," he says, looking down into her golden eyes. Better than stars, he thinks, Yoruichi's eyes. "I took the day off. I couldn't do that in Soul Society."
She winds a hand around his neck and pulls him down to the grass with her. "Hm. Point," she murmurs lazily before kissing him deeply.
His heart thuds a little, and he can feel her smile against his lips because Yoruichi knows the effect that she has on him. He returns the kiss with equal fervor, but neither of them get too worked up. Lust takes energy, after all, and neither of them feels particularly energetic right now.
The kiss ends with a moist popping sound that amuses him, and he threads his whole hand through the thick fall of her hair. The purple of it looks black now with the shadows of the starry night, which had finished falling while his eyes were closed. Urahara leans back and pulls her on top of his chest.
"We're not being at all productive," he mentions, caring about as much as she does…which isn't much.
A throaty laugh bubbles up from her smooth throat. Urahara seals his lips to the side of her neck as she answers, "I know. No marks," she adds hastily before he can become too interested in the soft skin. "Who ever heard of a cat with a hicky?"
"I like to invent," he murmurs, but she smacks him lightly on the arm, and they both sit up. Yoruichi slumps forward, her cheek resting against his broad chest.
"Back to the world now," she says to him softly. "The real world, Kisuke."
This time, Urahara's smile is wistful. "It's not our world yet, is it?"
"Soon," Yoruichi assures him as she stands up. The white dress billows just above her knees, and she holds out a hand for him to take. Slipping her fingers through his, she hauls him up. "Very soon."
Like a breeze over the moon, she flash steps and is gone before Urahara can say goodnight. He is becoming used to that, her mysterious way of coming to him and leaving him again. It is only a matter of time before he stops wondering when she'll arrive altogether.
And he knows that when the time comes that they can consider this world as theirs, they will not be able to slack off like this just to spend a few minutes alone.