Picnic
Rukia began to spread the blanket on the grass. It was a spring day and the weather was perfect. She looked around at the meadow. It was empty. A good thing. Rukia enjoyed the quiet.
Stark took off his shoes and sat down on the blanket. Next to him was a picnic basket. Rukia sat next to him and began to unpack the basket. She handed Stark a rice ball and took one for herself.
They enjoyed the quiet lunch. Talking would just ruin the mood. A smile from Rukia and a chuckle from Stark was more then enough communication for the two. Rukia leaned against Stark and looked up at him. Stark put an arm around her.
After they were done eating, Rukia laid down next to Stark. The two of them watch the clouds move on lazily. Occasionally, Stark would glance at Rukia. Rukia looked at Stark and gave him his favorite smile.
Stark closed his eyes. A nap seemed like a great Idea. Rukia held his hand. Stark opened one eye to look at her. Rukia was already asleep, holding his hand. He used his free hand to brush the hairs out of her eyes and closed his eyes.
They slept for hours, hand in hand.
I have to say, out of the three so far, I like this one best.