Requested by Panzerraptor- thank you
Ichigo x Rangiku
Incomprehensible
She was incomprehensible in her madness, incomprehensible to him. He thought, and her Captain agreed, that most of it was complete rubbish, and the rest made him blush at the sound of her profanities. She would wink at him then, and tug her shirt down a little further, to make him blush even deeper at the line of lace at the top of her bra. Blue today, she would tell him with a suggestive smirk, and the underwear matched.
"I hate you," he would mumble, and she would only smile back.
"Ichigo, you're so lovely," and then she would start her ramble again.
He would watch her mouth, lips pink and soft, forming each word and licking them with the tip of a moist, red tongue. It made him think of her mouth elsewhere, and then he would shudder a little in pleasant thought, and let his mind stray away from the present and back to the night before, when she had shown him whichever matching underwear set she had been wearing (and teasing him, and half the Seireitei, with) that day.
He still would not know what she was talking about, but he didn't really mind that, because the sound of her voice was sweet (although loud), and he could close his eyes, and let it make him smile.
He would still glare though, when she would unwaveringly run her fingers down his arm and disarmingly ask him what he was thinking about.
Some habits were just hard to get rid of, and there was no point in swelling her ego any more.