I wrote drabble 70 today. I have to say, it was a very difficult one to write. Ugh. Hopefully it turned out well though. I was going to do at least two today, but 70 just took waaay too long. So now I have to go to bed so I can be up nice and early to go to the bar to work. Ugh. Also, my laptop is dying in the most amazing ways now. It's a bit comical if it wasn't so icky. Thank goodness I have the netbook now. It's making life much easier.
Anyone remember Ikkaku's Luck-luck dance? I thought of that when I wrote this, haha.
Thanks to: Care Bear on Fire, Blueberry Absinth, Akane Higabana, Beautiful Nightmare07, Sonozaki-sama, Solar Kitty, and LilyGirl101.
62. Luck
Gin slipped into Rangiku's room, keeping his steps quiet. He held his reiatsu close and tight about him, making him impossible to detect. He delighted in making Rangiku scream when he snuck up on her. The consequence was that he had had to hone his slinking skills. Which just meant he was able to cause trouble much more easily.
He enjoyed that aspect quite a bit.
The plan for the day was quite simple. He was going to whisper "boo" in her ear. It was not fancy, but it tended to have a wonderful effect.
Gin stopped in his tracks. He knew he was staring, but there was not any helping it. This was a sight he had not seen in quite awhile. In fact, the last time he had seen this had been an accident.
The learning curve Gin possessed was steep. He whirled around and cleared his throat before Rangiku murdered him. He was glad to have a nearly photographic memory. Rangiku was changing out of her uniform.
Her hair was pinned up and her shirt had been strewn across the bed. He had seen the smooth skin of her back, and the bare curve of one luscious breast. She had been about to remove her pants. Gin would have loved to watch. He loved having Rangiku's respect and like even more.
"Gin, how many times have I told you to knock?" Rangiku said.
"A million times."
"Exactly."
"Sorry."
"Good," Rangiku said. She paused. "So, did you like what you saw?"
"Yeah."
"You can turn around."
Gin turned, and nearly spun away again. Rangiku had not pulled her shirt back on. Gin could not help but stare. "Yer gorgeous. Like a goddess."
"I know," Rangiku said. Then she laughed. "I can see your eyes."
"The better to see more."
Rangiku came closer, and Gin wondered for a moment if he could even move. Then all his thoughts were erased. There was only Rangiku.
He kissed her lightly, and when she pressed close, he parted her lips as his arms made their way across that rose-petal skin. His hands felt rough in comparison, and he nearly pulled away. Rangiku kept him close, her fingers snaking through his hair, fingertips thrilling his neck.
This was absolutely the best plan for mischief Gin had ever had.
Soooo, anyway else think that Gin is very, very happy today?
