Requested by le car- thank you
Shuuhei x Soi Fon
Comfortable
When pressed to think about it, he could not ever name a time when she was perfectly comfortable around him. She was always tense, always pointed; a creature of sharp edges and unapproachable disinterest. It irked him at first, when they were there, the two of them alone.
Naked in bed, she would turn her back to him, curling her knees up to her chest. He would try and touch her bare, warm skin, but she would flinch; after a while he lost any anticipation of reciprocation, but still tried.
Ikkaku laughed, when he tried to explain, and Renji sucked on the neck of his bottle of beer.
"Man, I ain't ever seen that Captain unclench. I'm surprised she even stays the fucking night! Not exactly the warm, is she?"
He blinked, and he smiled.
"Thanks for the drink, guys. I've gotta go."
He almost ran out of there, flash-stepping along rooftops until he came to the Second Division, where he knew she would be.
She looked at him blankly until he grabbed hold of his shoulders and pressed her against his chest. He was a fool, he realised- all this time he had thought that she had been uncomfortable with him; but in reality, the fact that she even lay with him betrayed that she trusted him. He felt her hands fist into the fabric of his uniform, and he sighed gladly. Any small act of reciprocation was a sign; it made him happy.
As she reached up and kissed him, eyes averted and blushing, he thought his smile might split his face in half.