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effervescible) wrote2006-11-01 10:57 am
effervescible) wrote2006-11-01 10:57 am
The rest of pr0ntober
The last prompts:
Hollow!Ichigo/Rukia, creep (from Sitcom-verse)
Rukia slammed the door behind them. "I cannot believe you did that," she seethed.
He shrugged. "I didn't DO anything."
"You nearly ruined Ichigo's reputation! Why do you insist on impersonating?"
"I don't impersonate shit," he sneered. "Not my fault if people want to make assumptions. It's not like we're identical."
"Yes, you are."
"Only if you're color blind." He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a can of soda.
"Still!" She stamped her foot down. "We let you live here out of the kindness of our hearts when by all rights we should have killed you years ago, and this is how you repay us!"
"Again, not my fault. I was born because of you and him, not of my own free will. Huh, that makes you like my parents, which means you are responsible for me." He made a face. "Wait. Never mind. I don't want to start another Oedious complex. One is enough in this household."
"I just think you need to find your own identity and stop trying to steal Ichigo's," she said.
He set the can down. Slowly. And then he was on her before she could blink, backing her up until she was pressed against the kitchen table. He shoved her so she lay across it and swiftly spread her legs, grinding his hips against hers until she gasped. "Rukia, there's one thing you need to realize." He grinned as he slipped his fingers below her panties and stroked the wetness that was already there. She enjoyed the sensation for a long moment, until he swiveled his hand down her hip and pressed a wet finger into her ass.
Eyes wide, she gave him her full attention as he spoke. "I am not nearly as like Ichigo as you think."
He bent down and she moaned her agreement.
Renji/Rukia, note
Renji can tell when Rukia finished because of the slight change in her breathing and the quivering between her legs at the moment of orgasm. Other than that, there's no audible sign--as loud as she can be when pissed off, Rukia is quiet in bed. He doesn't mind that much, because he has always loved everything about her, but he has to admit that sometimes it bothers him, especially when he's grunting like an ox.
"I can't help it," she says in the afterglow, her hair pillowed on his chest, a smooth contrast to the equally dark, jagged tattoos marked there. "It's just how I am. Besides, I don't want people to hear us. They don't need to know our private business."
Renji disagrees with this, partially--he doesn't particularly want people to know the whens and the wheres, but it's a great feeling to know he is Kuchiki Rukia's lover now, and not just the man who trailed behind her for so long. But as always, he'll go with her decision (and will proceed to remind Ikkaku that it's not being whipped, it's getting some and Ikkaku should try it sometime).
The next time they're together, instead of letting her climb on and take the lead like usual, he gently but firmly sets her on her back, holding her down every time she tries to move and silencing all questions with kisses. He's normally a straightforward, get-it-done-efficiently guy, but this time he makes it slow, drawing things out and torturing her in the best way possible. It's harder on him that it is on her--a lot harder--but in the end, when she comes hard and hits that high-pitched note he's been waiting for, he knows it was worth it.
Yumichika/Isane, limber
sane shook her head in amazement. "I just don't understand, Ayasegawa-san."
"What's to understand?" He sparkled at her. Figuratively. Wait, no, he was literally sparkling at her. "You can see I'm perfectly healthy."
"Yes, and Hisagi-san is not, and I know how skilled he is," she said. "11th Division or not, you should be bleeding or at least sore somewhere."
"Ah," he leaned in close, "But that would not be beautiful. Look, I'll prove it to you." With that, he threw himself into a series of stretches and twirls that would like positively flaming on anyone else--and did a bit on him--but were somehow just...
Well, beautiful.
He sparkled again. "Well?"
"You're very..." She hesitated. "Limber," she finished.
In a flash step, he was right next to her. "You know, Isane-san," he said, stroking her hand. "Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?"
She gulped.
Ichigo/Renji/Rukia, tatami mats
"Burn cream." Rukia held out a hand imperiously.
"Here."
"Thank you, Renji." She dabbed daintily--for a moment, before giving up and smearing it on. "Bandages."
"Yo."
This task, too, was accomplished brusquely.
"All right." She stood and brushed her hands together. "That takes care of your backs. You know, you two really should be more careful."
"Us?" Renji protested. "Excuse me, I seem to remember someone with better breasts that Kurosaki here tackling us to the ground and enjoying a ride."
"No shit." Ichigo nodded in solidarity. "I know we're hot and everything, but geez, you need to control yourself."
"Let's so how well you to do when you're the one constantly getting pulled outside of the officers' party for ten seconds of groping," she snapped. "You got the reaction you wanted! If that means you got contact burns from the tatami mats, that is your OWN fault. Now." She pointed. "Drop your pants. I don't want to see you wincing every time you sit down for the next."
They exchanged a nervous glance and did as she said, hissing as she slapped more cream and bandages on their sore asses.
Still, some things were worth it.
Hollow!Ichigo/Rukia, creep (from Sitcom-verse)
Rukia slammed the door behind them. "I cannot believe you did that," she seethed.
He shrugged. "I didn't DO anything."
"You nearly ruined Ichigo's reputation! Why do you insist on impersonating?"
"I don't impersonate shit," he sneered. "Not my fault if people want to make assumptions. It's not like we're identical."
"Yes, you are."
"Only if you're color blind." He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a can of soda.
"Still!" She stamped her foot down. "We let you live here out of the kindness of our hearts when by all rights we should have killed you years ago, and this is how you repay us!"
"Again, not my fault. I was born because of you and him, not of my own free will. Huh, that makes you like my parents, which means you are responsible for me." He made a face. "Wait. Never mind. I don't want to start another Oedious complex. One is enough in this household."
"I just think you need to find your own identity and stop trying to steal Ichigo's," she said.
He set the can down. Slowly. And then he was on her before she could blink, backing her up until she was pressed against the kitchen table. He shoved her so she lay across it and swiftly spread her legs, grinding his hips against hers until she gasped. "Rukia, there's one thing you need to realize." He grinned as he slipped his fingers below her panties and stroked the wetness that was already there. She enjoyed the sensation for a long moment, until he swiveled his hand down her hip and pressed a wet finger into her ass.
Eyes wide, she gave him her full attention as he spoke. "I am not nearly as like Ichigo as you think."
He bent down and she moaned her agreement.
Renji/Rukia, note
Renji can tell when Rukia finished because of the slight change in her breathing and the quivering between her legs at the moment of orgasm. Other than that, there's no audible sign--as loud as she can be when pissed off, Rukia is quiet in bed. He doesn't mind that much, because he has always loved everything about her, but he has to admit that sometimes it bothers him, especially when he's grunting like an ox.
"I can't help it," she says in the afterglow, her hair pillowed on his chest, a smooth contrast to the equally dark, jagged tattoos marked there. "It's just how I am. Besides, I don't want people to hear us. They don't need to know our private business."
Renji disagrees with this, partially--he doesn't particularly want people to know the whens and the wheres, but it's a great feeling to know he is Kuchiki Rukia's lover now, and not just the man who trailed behind her for so long. But as always, he'll go with her decision (and will proceed to remind Ikkaku that it's not being whipped, it's getting some and Ikkaku should try it sometime).
The next time they're together, instead of letting her climb on and take the lead like usual, he gently but firmly sets her on her back, holding her down every time she tries to move and silencing all questions with kisses. He's normally a straightforward, get-it-done-efficiently guy, but this time he makes it slow, drawing things out and torturing her in the best way possible. It's harder on him that it is on her--a lot harder--but in the end, when she comes hard and hits that high-pitched note he's been waiting for, he knows it was worth it.
Yumichika/Isane, limber
sane shook her head in amazement. "I just don't understand, Ayasegawa-san."
"What's to understand?" He sparkled at her. Figuratively. Wait, no, he was literally sparkling at her. "You can see I'm perfectly healthy."
"Yes, and Hisagi-san is not, and I know how skilled he is," she said. "11th Division or not, you should be bleeding or at least sore somewhere."
"Ah," he leaned in close, "But that would not be beautiful. Look, I'll prove it to you." With that, he threw himself into a series of stretches and twirls that would like positively flaming on anyone else--and did a bit on him--but were somehow just...
Well, beautiful.
He sparkled again. "Well?"
"You're very..." She hesitated. "Limber," she finished.
In a flash step, he was right next to her. "You know, Isane-san," he said, stroking her hand. "Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?"
She gulped.
Ichigo/Renji/Rukia, tatami mats
"Burn cream." Rukia held out a hand imperiously.
"Here."
"Thank you, Renji." She dabbed daintily--for a moment, before giving up and smearing it on. "Bandages."
"Yo."
This task, too, was accomplished brusquely.
"All right." She stood and brushed her hands together. "That takes care of your backs. You know, you two really should be more careful."
"Us?" Renji protested. "Excuse me, I seem to remember someone with better breasts that Kurosaki here tackling us to the ground and enjoying a ride."
"No shit." Ichigo nodded in solidarity. "I know we're hot and everything, but geez, you need to control yourself."
"Let's so how well you to do when you're the one constantly getting pulled outside of the officers' party for ten seconds of groping," she snapped. "You got the reaction you wanted! If that means you got contact burns from the tatami mats, that is your OWN fault. Now." She pointed. "Drop your pants. I don't want to see you wincing every time you sit down for the next."
They exchanged a nervous glance and did as she said, hissing as she slapped more cream and bandages on their sore asses.
Still, some things were worth it.