5th week: embrace
Title: One Look
Author: Cheree
Rating: PG-15 for the subtle mention of sex
Pairing: Ryuuken/Rukia.
Word Count: 351
I made this one for bleach_contest 5th week challenge, and failed to post it before friday. (so, there it goes...)
And when your body’s had enough of me and I’m lying flat out on the floor
When you think I’ve loved you all I can, I’m gonna love you a little bit more
A Little Bit More - 911
It’s not easy to forget that her husband had been the one person who had held the title ‘the last quincy’ (had, that’s the keyword; they remedied it quite a while ago). It wasn’t easy as well to overlook what those strong, nimble fingers capable of doing to a hollow (she’d only ever see him did it three times before, but the images had stuck to her heart).
But sometimes, and what rare times they are, her husband gave her this look that could made her forget that he was supposed to be the cold-hearted-bastard husband of her (well, people think so, but that didn’t mean it’s true); or that he’s supposed to be over sixty and by everything’s healthy, shouldn’t be *that* healthy (even he knew that, but she didn’t want to give a damn, he’s okay; that’s what matters); or that she was a shinigami who’s over two times older than he is (a somewhat public secret, limited to a certain society), or where they are right at the moment, or what they supposed to or should’ve been doing…
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One Sunday morning on the Ishida household,
Time 9.00 pm
When the last of their children left the kitchen, Rukia was on facing the sink, cleaning the dishes from the morning’s breakfast. Before he left, Hoshiki grabbed an apple from the fridge, kissed his mother on the cheek, and left while humming a song on his way out.
A song that made Rukia’s ear burned.
Quietly, Ryuuken put his newspaper on the table and walked towards his wife. He stood behind her and circled one arm over her small frame.
“Stop being so tense.” He started, “Just because he was singing that song, it doesn’t mean that he knew about this morning.”
“I wouldn’t know about it, would I?” She answered, not easily assured. “He may have caught it through your so called ‘Quincy-link’.”
He let out a low chuckle then said, “They couldn’t possibly know what we were doing, with the table and all that… Otherwise they would’ve flat out refuse to eat on this kitchen ever again.”
Okay… that’s the best I can do for this week… I’m tired and strained by work… not to mention the flu….
If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll write the ‘Morning Tryst’ someday….
Author: Cheree
Rating: PG-15 for the subtle mention of sex
Pairing: Ryuuken/Rukia.
Word Count: 351
I made this one for bleach_contest 5th week challenge, and failed to post it before friday. (so, there it goes...)
And when your body’s had enough of me and I’m lying flat out on the floor
When you think I’ve loved you all I can, I’m gonna love you a little bit more
A Little Bit More - 911
It’s not easy to forget that her husband had been the one person who had held the title ‘the last quincy’ (had, that’s the keyword; they remedied it quite a while ago). It wasn’t easy as well to overlook what those strong, nimble fingers capable of doing to a hollow (she’d only ever see him did it three times before, but the images had stuck to her heart).
But sometimes, and what rare times they are, her husband gave her this look that could made her forget that he was supposed to be the cold-hearted-bastard husband of her (well, people think so, but that didn’t mean it’s true); or that he’s supposed to be over sixty and by everything’s healthy, shouldn’t be *that* healthy (even he knew that, but she didn’t want to give a damn, he’s okay; that’s what matters); or that she was a shinigami who’s over two times older than he is (a somewhat public secret, limited to a certain society), or where they are right at the moment, or what they supposed to or should’ve been doing…
**************
One Sunday morning on the Ishida household,
Time 9.00 pm
When the last of their children left the kitchen, Rukia was on facing the sink, cleaning the dishes from the morning’s breakfast. Before he left, Hoshiki grabbed an apple from the fridge, kissed his mother on the cheek, and left while humming a song on his way out.
A song that made Rukia’s ear burned.
Quietly, Ryuuken put his newspaper on the table and walked towards his wife. He stood behind her and circled one arm over her small frame.
“Stop being so tense.” He started, “Just because he was singing that song, it doesn’t mean that he knew about this morning.”
“I wouldn’t know about it, would I?” She answered, not easily assured. “He may have caught it through your so called ‘Quincy-link’.”
He let out a low chuckle then said, “They couldn’t possibly know what we were doing, with the table and all that… Otherwise they would’ve flat out refuse to eat on this kitchen ever again.”
Okay… that’s the best I can do for this week… I’m tired and strained by work… not to mention the flu….
If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll write the ‘Morning Tryst’ someday….