Ichigo paused in the middle of his training kata to look at Rukia, who was perched on one of the rocks in Urahara’s training area. She quickly looked away—it was just a flit of her eyes, cuz she was trying to be subtle about it, but it was enough to confirm his suspicions.
She was staring at his ass again.
He wasn’t sure how he knew that it was his ass, specifically, that seemed to so occupy her attention, instead of his back or whatever else she could be looking at. He just knew. She wasn’t supposed to be looking at him, anyway, at least not like that. She was supposed to be training him, or something—not sitting there watching him get sweaty. Well, enough of that.
Her eyes grew wide as he stalked over. “What are you doing? Get back to work, you’re supposed to be—“
“Why are you ogling me?”
“I was not ogling you.” She glared. “I was assessing you. That is my job as your liaison to Soul Society, you know.”
“Yeah, I know,” he said. He wasn’t so sure. It made sense for her to be the one to work with, but lately there had been all these little signs that that wasn’t the only reason she stuck around. The little looks, occasional touches. And while Ichigo knew he wasn’t stupid, he’d also cop to some obliviousness as far as girls went—if he’d just seen it recently, who knew how long it had been going on?
The occasional sweaty dreams that featured a lot of Rukia and not a lot of clothes didn’t help. “I’m just saying, if you wanna jump me so badly…” He hesitated. “Eh, never mind.” He turned away, blushing furiously. “Not like you could handle me anyway.”
Behind him, he heard the sound of a clipboard hitting the ground. “Oh REALLY.”
Before he could move, she’d tackled him, slamming his face into the dirt. “OI, RUKIA, WHAT THE HELL?”
“You’re a moron.” Just as quickly, she flipped him over and moved so she was straddling his hips. “You know that, right? A complete moron.”
He stared up at her for a moment, trying to think of something to say—and then decided fuck it and pulled her down to kiss her.
“Mmf. Yeah. A moron…whatever you say.”
“Yes. I don’t know why I put up with…do that again.”
The fuzzy part of his brain wondered if this could still count as training, or at least sparring, with with all the rolling around. This train of thought was interrupted when Rukia sat up again, rubbing up purposely against somewhere she really shouldn’t if she wanted him to work on his…stamina.
“Rukia,” he gulped. “Maybe we shouldn’t…”
“You are my student now,” she said lowly. “We. Are. Training.” With that, she took his hands in hers and slid them beneath the border of her top, directly over her breasts.
Ichigo stopped arguing.
***
Urahara was there when they finally climbed out of the basement area into the shop, fan flapping as always. “Kuchiki-san, Kurosaki-kun.” He nodded in greeting. “How was the training?”
Ichigo felt himself turn bright red, but Rukia just sauntered forward and through the door. “It was all right,” she called behind her. “But he still needs a lot more work.”
Ichigo nodded and hurried after her, not wanting Sandal-Hat to look at him and know, but the words quickly caught up to his brain. “HEY!”
Pr0ntober post #2!
Ichigo paused in the middle of his training kata to look at Rukia, who was perched on one of the rocks in Urahara’s training area. She quickly looked away—it was just a flit of her eyes, cuz she was trying to be subtle about it, but it was enough to confirm his suspicions.
She was staring at his ass again.
He wasn’t sure how he knew that it was his ass, specifically, that seemed to so occupy her attention, instead of his back or whatever else she could be looking at. He just knew. She wasn’t supposed to be looking at him, anyway, at least not like that. She was supposed to be training him, or something—not sitting there watching him get sweaty. Well, enough of that.
Her eyes grew wide as he stalked over. “What are you doing? Get back to work, you’re supposed to be—“
“Why are you ogling me?”
“I was not ogling you.” She glared. “I was assessing you. That is my job as your liaison to Soul Society, you know.”
“Yeah, I know,” he said. He wasn’t so sure. It made sense for her to be the one to work with, but lately there had been all these little signs that that wasn’t the only reason she stuck around. The little looks, occasional touches. And while Ichigo knew he wasn’t stupid, he’d also cop to some obliviousness as far as girls went—if he’d just seen it recently, who knew how long it had been going on?
The occasional sweaty dreams that featured a lot of Rukia and not a lot of clothes didn’t help. “I’m just saying, if you wanna jump me so badly…” He hesitated. “Eh, never mind.” He turned away, blushing furiously. “Not like you could handle me anyway.”
Behind him, he heard the sound of a clipboard hitting the ground. “Oh REALLY.”
Before he could move, she’d tackled him, slamming his face into the dirt. “OI, RUKIA, WHAT THE HELL?”
“You’re a moron.” Just as quickly, she flipped him over and moved so she was straddling his hips. “You know that, right? A complete moron.”
He stared up at her for a moment, trying to think of something to say—and then decided fuck it and pulled her down to kiss her.
“Mmf. Yeah. A moron…whatever you say.”
“Yes. I don’t know why I put up with…do that again.”
The fuzzy part of his brain wondered if this could still count as training, or at least sparring, with with all the rolling around. This train of thought was interrupted when Rukia sat up again, rubbing up purposely against somewhere she really shouldn’t if she wanted him to work on his…stamina.
“Rukia,” he gulped. “Maybe we shouldn’t…”
“You are my student now,” she said lowly. “We. Are. Training.” With that, she took his hands in hers and slid them beneath the border of her top, directly over her breasts.
Ichigo stopped arguing.
***
Urahara was there when they finally climbed out of the basement area into the shop, fan flapping as always. “Kuchiki-san, Kurosaki-kun.” He nodded in greeting. “How was the training?”
Ichigo felt himself turn bright red, but Rukia just sauntered forward and through the door. “It was all right,” she called behind her. “But he still needs a lot more work.”
Ichigo nodded and hurried after her, not wanting Sandal-Hat to look at him and know, but the words quickly caught up to his brain. “HEY!”