10.16 AM Urahara's place
She was still asleep when he woke up the next morning, and when he looked around he realized that he was trapped. He couldn't possibly move without waking her. It was always like this when they slept in the same bed. No matter how they started out, they somehow always managed to end up intertwined.
The night before they had gone to sleep at opposite ends of the bed. Him laying on his left side facing the door, while she on the other hand had been curled up in a ball facing the window. Now on the other hand, they had somehow managed to switch places. He was pinned to the bed with a wall blocking the only escape route. As Yoruichi's new sleeping position involved having him under her, he certainly couldn't have crawled out of the bed in any other way either.
He couldn't help but think that the previous night had been a huge mistake on so many levels, especially the going to sleep part. Naked. What the hell had he been thinking? Had he even been capable of thinking? He wasn't sure.
Actually, this would have been a very good waking up position, he admitted to himself, having a woman in his arms like this. Had it only not been his best friend that was his companion, but someone else, he wouldn't have had to feel so guilty about having his right hand resting on her ass.
He forced himself to think of something else than the feeling of her breasts against his chest, and the way her silky long hair was sprayed like a blanket, the only blanket, covering them. The soft purring noises she let out as she slept didn't help him to keep a steady breath either. If he was really honest with himself, he had to admit that she felt good, no right, to have that near his body. There were no walls between them, they were friends but not just quite. Somehow he knew that she never would have woken up in this compromising position if she had gone to sleep with someone else of their friends, him neither of course. That knowledge made the situation that much more queer.
Yoruichi had sometimes slept in the same bed as Tessai, when they had passed out from exhaustion after a day of work at Urahara's shop.
It was Kisuke who had brought them breakfast the morning afterwards. The porcelain had clattered as he had walked up the stairs, tray in one hand and a coffee jar in his other. He remember how he had hesitated before opening the door. Still, he had been morbidly curious. Could it be that she always woke up on top of her sleeping companions, not just him? It would spare his mind a lot of time analyzing their relationship.
The joints of the door had squealed as he had opened it. He took a deep breath and walked in. The sight he saw had been shocking.
It didn't surprise him that Tessai had taken up almost every inch of the bed, but the surprising part was Yoruichi. She had been curled up in a ball by the foot of the bed. It was a very perplexing sight.
She had already woken up by the time he had closed the door behind him.
"Hey," he had said, trying to keep a low tone while still trying to be heard over Tessai's heavy snoring. "You slept well?"
"Uh huh" she had answered obviously confused. She shrugged. "But I thought I would wake up differently."
It was as if their subconsciousness was trying to say something. There were no other explanations. Even as his brain screamed NO!, his body screamed YES!
He hated himself for being aroused by her. She was a goddess, and he was… well, he was a scumbag, he thought to himself. But, what was worse than having his heart race like this was knowing that Yoruichi wouldn't even think twice about this when she woke up. To her it was a perfectly platonic sleeping position, even though she had previously admitted to never waking up like this with any of their other friends.
Between them however, it had happened many times before. In fact it happened every time they shared a bed. And just like before, he was certain that Yoruichi would only smile, stretch and ask if he had slept good before disappearing somewhere. Urahara admired that about her.
Difference was that they had never slept naked before, and he was anxious to see if her reaction would be any different this time.
After about half an hour she started to stir in her sleep and not before long she opened her eyes, looking around a bit disorientated while he made his best effort to pretend to sleep.
"Oh," was all she whispered before once more laying down her head to rest at the slope of his neck. She apparently didn't want to wake him.
"I'm awake," he murmured quietly.
He snickered and continued "Or can't you even feel that in my reiatsu?"
With that, Urahara had broken the early morning spell.
Yoruichi laughed, "I know you are."
"And you are still not moving?"
"Nah why should I? I am comfortable here. Watching you be all uncomfortable. It's fun."
"So fun," he muttered in a strained tone. "Why do we always end up like this?"
"End up like what?" she asked, playfully cocking an eyebrow at him. "Is something wrong?"
"You do realize that my hand is on your ass right?"
She feigned gasping. "What would my parents say if they knew?" She giggled softly, "It is only my ass, and if you are going to be like that, you should worry about other body parts instead."
She moved her hips suggestively. "Now there's your problem," she murmured into his ear.
"You know," Urahara said, trying his best not to notice what she was doing "That's one risky game you're playing at."
"Relax I'm only teasing you," Yoruichi said. And she laughed as she got up. "Let's do this again sometime," she joked.
There was a big bang as something hit the window, interrupting them. Yoruichi took up the sheets from the floor to cover herself and tripped over to get a better look.
"I CAN HEAR YOU ALL THE WAY DOWN HERE, YOU KNOW?" someone called from the streets below. "And it's not something I want to hear."
"ISSHIN! I was just having a bit of fun," she winked at him.
"Yeah, yeah," Isshin said. "You guys better let me in, or I'm letting myself in. I have news."