Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
Word Count: 543
AN: I really tried to restrain my Ichiruki sensibilities- I really did but…
And as an writer with a longtime love affair (started in Jr. High and I'm in my 30s now) with Mr. Bowie:
Thanks for being just a bit strange and peculiar, thanks for taking me on a space odyssey, thanks for appreciating rebel tramps, and thanks for being a more than worthy Goblin King (among other memorable personas).
I've shed a lot of tears yesterday and today having admired from afar. My greatest condolences to Mr. Bowie's family.
*Naturally the song "Rebel Rebel" (one of my diehard favs) has been added in memory and belongs to the late and legendary David Bowie. R.I.P.
A Kiss for Shelter: Extra
Girl
Rukia's breath whispered across the sheets and she smiled contentedly. The rhythmic huffs at her neck tickled a bit and she attempted to wriggle beneath the arm settled beneath her breasts.
The man at her back grunted as her elbow incidentally collided with his chest.
"What're you doin?" He muttered in a sleep-heavy voice.
"Trying to get up- do you mind?" She griped, squirming again.
He snorted at this in indignation and placed his other hand low on her belly beneath her shirt, pulling her closer. His mind was still foggy with sleep, it was easy enough to ignore her protests in his groggy state.
"Ichigo!" She slapped at his wandering appendage.
"Eh?"
She blushed feeling how eager he was despite how he held off.
"I'm going home today…"
She felt his scowl form against her bare shoulder.
"I'll probably stop by Nii-sama's division before I head to the manor- so you should probably not…"
"Huh, what?" Ichigo nipped at her skin, hand travelling once more.
"Damnit Ichigo!" Rukia threw her elbow back, purposely this time, and yanked herself out of his grip as he gasped, recoiling.
She dropped her feet to the floor and shot a glare over her shoulder at the wincing boy.
"My brother's like a bloodhound, Ichigo! He's going to smell you all over me!" She scolded. Crossing her arms she muttered, "Besides… I- I never agreed to… that." Her cheeks were warm and she dug her fingers into her pajama bottoms.
Ichigo's nose wrinkled and he brought his bicep up to sniff, "What? He will not, Rukia!"
"Well he'll sense you!" She shot back stubbornly.
He rolled his eyes and laid back to stare at the ceiling, "Whatever. Not like we were doing anything… Beside, he should be pretty preoccupied, huh?"
"Mm, maybe…" Rukia replied, tugging her- his tee-shirt back up her shoulder.
Suddenly she was smiling brightly, on her feet with her fists propped on her hips, "I know! I'll stop by the store before I go- and get something for the baby!"
His chuckle made her turn toward the bed with a frown.
"Still can't believe it… Your brother…" He scratched his head with a smirk, "That kid's gonna have it tough…"
"Nonsense!" Rukia scoffed throwing a haughty look over her shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah- but you better have your own money!" He propped himself up on his elbows to shoot her a warning scowl. For a time she ignored him wandering to his bedside table and turning on the clock radio.
"…how could they know? Hot tramp, I love you so!"
The young woman padded to the closet unconsciously shaking her hips to the catchy beat. She eyed a few options, still swaying. If only she hadn't torn her dress last night wandering the city with wild enthusiasm, Ichigo in tow…
Ichigo smirked a little reaching out to turn up the volume before he flopped back on the bed and rolled onto his side. He sang quietly, watching her, "Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo…"
Soon his eyes were closing, relishing in the warmth and scent the Shinigami-woman had left behind.
After rifling through the cupboard for her clothes, Rukia turned back to the boy with a pensive pout, "Ichigo… What does a baby like?"