AN: I know i shouldn't be starting new stories without finishing the others i already have up but i couldn't help myself. i keep having these moments thrown into my face and dozens of other ideas pop into my head. I promise i'll update the other stories i have. i'm currently on winter break so now i have lots of time to finish and organize my thoughts for the other stories. so read and review please ^-^ and enjoy some fluff.

Ichigo sweat dropped from his position on his couch as Rukia's purple bore into his own amber. All he wanted was some peace and quiet as he took a nap on the couch of the Kurosaki household, and he was at peace. That is until Rukia plopped down on the other couch and turned the T.V onto a chappy movie. Words were exchanged; Him yelling at her to turn it off, her retaliating back, talking about how it was his fault for napping in the middle of the living room instead of the private quarters of his room. She had won that argument, Ichigo could have accepted defeat in peace, but today he wasn't so gracious in defeat. The last word before he turned away was the one word Rukia always hated because it involved her height.

Midget.

"I-I… Uh" was all Ichigo could manage.

If looks could kill he would've been dead three times over. He almost wanted to hide behind the throw pillow he was using for his nap. Almost.

She reached for a throw pillow that was to the left of her and flung it at Ichigo at full strength. It hit him right between the eyes with surprising strength, earning a yelp of sorts from him.

"OW WHAT THE HELL RUKIA!"

She smirked with an "hmph" before turning back to her Chappy cartoon. He just growled silently to himself while he hugged the pillow that was thrown at him and turned his back to her. All he wanted was some peace and quiet, he could've gotten it too had he not called her that damned 'M' word. Her reaction was worth it. No one would ever hear it escape his lips ever, but Ichigo couldn't help but find Rukia a little bit cute when she was angry. Only a little.

He peaked back over his shoulder a bit and saw Rukia deep into her show. Rolling his eyes he turned back to face the couch and closed his eyes trying to fall asleep to sooth his drowsy senses. Thankful that he only had Rukia to deal with, as his family would be gone all weekend.

"Ichigo?"

Rukia stood over him, trying to wake him up. He only murmured something about killing Kon when he woke up and stirred but didn't wake.

"Ichigooooooo?"

Same response. This time he murmured about Isshin needing psychological help (even though he was muttering it in his sleep Rukia couldn't help but agree)

Rukia sighed; She was growing tired of him not waking. She only wanted to see if he wanted if he wanted a blanket. She finished her Chappy movie and was about to head to her room and call it a night when she noticed that the house and grown cold within the past half hour and while it wasn't a bother to her, Rukia saw her orange haired substitute shivering a bit in his sleep.

"Ichigooooooooooo"

"Hmmmmm." He muttered. Ichigo slowly opened his eyes and turned back towards Rukia. He scowled and turned back to face the couch, "What do you want?" his voice was dripping in slight anger and weariness along with being more raspy than usual.

"It got cold and I was just wondering if you wanted the blanket? I'm not cold so I was just wondering." She stuttered a bit, raising the blanket in front of her face to show him her offering.

She heard him shuffle a bit on the couch, lowering the blanket out of her gaze she found him now lying on his back. One hand was snaked behind his pillow that his head rested on, the pillow he was hugging as he slept was now down by his feet as a footrest and his arm closest to her was lazily laid across his stomach. He was staring at her with one lazy amber eye. For a quick second Rukia's face flushed and her stomached fluttered, she held the blanket in front of her face to hide.

"Is that damned show done?"

Rukia sighed rolled her eyes, typical of him. She nodded and held the blanket out again in offering to him. He grasped the blanket and threw it on the other couch, for a split second she was confused at his actions first mad then confused in that order. Then long arms snaked their way around her legs and she came crashing down into a hard wall of muscle filled with warmth soon embracing her. The same arms used to bring her down wrapped around her, the confusion filled her more.

"Wha-"

"Shhhh, I wanna continue my nap"

Rukia sweat dropped as she found herself settled on top of Ichigo. On of his arms were snaked around her waist, the other now laid on her upper back instead of his stomach. Warmth soon filled her face, which was without doubt as red as Renji's hair. She struggled a bit to snake her arms out from underneath her and planted them above Ichigo's shoulders and pushed up a bit to look him in his closed eyes.

"I was just offering you a blanket a moment ago?"

He simply shrugged and opened one eye to her, "That blanket wouldn't have covered all of me."

She raised an eyebrow, "Ichigo, you're tall, I'm short and you expect me to serve a better purpose at warming you up than a blan-"

"So you're openly admitting that you're a midget?"

Rukia stopped mid-sentence and looked at him scowling. His brown eyes peaked open a little wider and he smiled back at her. She was about to snap back him but he took the moment of her shock and pulled her closer to him, his arms wrapping around her firmly. The scowl soon disappeared as Ichigo hid his face in the crook her neck. She shuddered as she felt his warm breath on cascade down her collarbone, today was the wrong day to wear a scoop cut tee.

"Ichigo" she breathed heavily, her face flushed.

"Yes?" he muttered against her skin.

"What are… why?"

"Didn't want the blanket"

If it were any possible her face flushed even harder. She scowled and growling quietly to herself.

"I'm never going to admit I'm short but where is the logic in using me as a blanket you idiot, considering your size-"

Ichigo's lips softly connected with the crook of her neck and she gasped in the middle of her sentence cutting her off efficiently. "You talk too much for a blanket."

"Shut up"

"You're the one talking."

"…"

She could feel him smile against her neck. This argument was his win.

"Still don't see how I can be a blanket…" she mumbled softly

"You could be if you held me back."

"…"

Rukia could feel Ichigo smile into her neck again and felt him shift his arms. Now the arms were in opposite locations, the one used to drag her down was on her upper back and the one that was resting above his head was now around her waist. Her arms felt weird now for holding their position on either side of his head, she folded them into her chest and rested onto him. Her face still flushed and stomach strong with butterflies.

"So does this mean I can continue my nap in peace?" he muttered to her shifting.

"Fine, yes."

"Thank you blanket." He muttered, smiling into her neck and kissed it once more causing her to shiver. She rested her head against his and listened to his breathing, it was the most calming sound in her life. This feeling didn't help the redness of her face or the feeling in her gut, she damned him for doing this to her. She hid her face in his bright orange locks

All he wanted to do was nap. All she wanted to do was make sure he nap warmly so he doesn't get a cold and be sick when a hollow comes around. Stupid her to think it would've been simple between them.

"You're impossible, you know that?"

His breathing was the only response she got, she smiled in response.

"You're lucky I happen to love impossible. Idiot"

She closed her eyes and listened to his heartbeat and breathing, the rhythm of both lullabying her to sleep.