ShuuKira Drabble: Shower Scene
Title: Shower Scene
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Hisagi Shuuhei/Kira Izuru
Notes/Warnings: Wet and naked shinigami. Written for the lovely calmingeffects! ♥ The prompt was "shower".
Themes: #46 Dew @ 50scenes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its sexy characters. I just borrow them and make them do my nasty bidding. They like it. A lot.
Izuru never understood the older shinigami’s fascination with modern things. He tolerated it, yes, and had to admit some of the foreign applications did him a lot of good-the washing machine saved him hours off laundry and he would marry the microwave in a heartbeat if Shuuhei wouldn’t hack the thing into pieces in rage-but Izuru was still the traditionalist. Weeks spent falling off the two-foot bed in the middle of the night and an incident involving Yachiru and Yumichika’s feathers that made him swear he would never use a vacuum cleaner again-ever-led him to the conclusion that these things were really more trouble than they were worth. He really didn’t want to touch another one of them again, not even with a ten-foot pole, but apparently his lover had other plans.
“So…” Shuuhei said, his voice echoing in the small space and the breath that they were trying so hard to regain tickling the Izuru’s collarbone. “Can we keep it?”
Izuru fidgeted under Shuuhei, against the wet tiles, and wished he had the energy to move away from the steady cascade of water washing over their bodies that did nothing to help his body calm down. Tiredly, he reached up and grabbed one of the handles, dragging both Shuuhei and himself up from the floor. The dark-haired shinigami lifted his head from his chest. Tiny droplets of water clung to his black hair like morning dew to grass and he looked for all the world like a dog begging for a bone or a lover for a kiss.
Izuru took one look at those eyes and sighed. “So how do you clean this thing?”
Shuuhei grinned and moved up along Izuru's body to kiss him on the mouth.
They were definitely keeping it.
END.
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Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Hisagi Shuuhei/Kira Izuru
Notes/Warnings: Wet and naked shinigami. Written for the lovely calmingeffects! ♥ The prompt was "shower".
Themes: #46 Dew @ 50scenes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its sexy characters. I just borrow them and make them do my nasty bidding. They like it. A lot.
Izuru never understood the older shinigami’s fascination with modern things. He tolerated it, yes, and had to admit some of the foreign applications did him a lot of good-the washing machine saved him hours off laundry and he would marry the microwave in a heartbeat if Shuuhei wouldn’t hack the thing into pieces in rage-but Izuru was still the traditionalist. Weeks spent falling off the two-foot bed in the middle of the night and an incident involving Yachiru and Yumichika’s feathers that made him swear he would never use a vacuum cleaner again-ever-led him to the conclusion that these things were really more trouble than they were worth. He really didn’t want to touch another one of them again, not even with a ten-foot pole, but apparently his lover had other plans.
“So…” Shuuhei said, his voice echoing in the small space and the breath that they were trying so hard to regain tickling the Izuru’s collarbone. “Can we keep it?”
Izuru fidgeted under Shuuhei, against the wet tiles, and wished he had the energy to move away from the steady cascade of water washing over their bodies that did nothing to help his body calm down. Tiredly, he reached up and grabbed one of the handles, dragging both Shuuhei and himself up from the floor. The dark-haired shinigami lifted his head from his chest. Tiny droplets of water clung to his black hair like morning dew to grass and he looked for all the world like a dog begging for a bone or a lover for a kiss.
Izuru took one look at those eyes and sighed. “So how do you clean this thing?”
Shuuhei grinned and moved up along Izuru's body to kiss him on the mouth.
They were definitely keeping it.
END.
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My 30_romances Fic List here.
My 50scenes Prompt Table here.
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x-posted: 50scenes, all_for_bleach, asterisk_plus, bleach_yaoi, kurosaki_clinic, and shuukira.