Chapter 23
Ichigo awoke actually feeling refreshed for the first time in a while. He didn’t know why his mind finally decided to cut him a break and not dream, but he was certainly grateful because of it. He stretched his arms and torso and roughly shook the sleeping midget at his side, “Oi, Rukia…wake your sweet ass up!”
One murderous blue eye cracked open and looked at the wide-awake imbecile before slamming shut once more.
“Awww, come on baby…don’t be like that,” He climbed on his knees and began bouncing up and down like an excited toddler, “Wakey, wakey!”
“I-chi-goooo,” Rukia shrieked in rage, “Leave me the hell alone you abnormally happy idiot! If you wanted to wake me up, you should have done it sensually…not like a TWO YEAR OLD!” With that wail, Rukia yanked the covers over her head and turned away from her lover/current bane of her existence.
Ichigo smirked but settled down immediately. “Forgive me, aijin,” he purred while running his hand across her blanketed silhouette. Rukia sighed in contentment at his treatment and Ichigo slowly pulled the blanket down to her waist. He rested his head on his hand as he lazily stroked her soft skin. “Is this better?” He asked with a sweet smile.
“Yes…much better, thank you,” Rukia said with a satisfied sigh.
“Good,” he said with a wicked grin, “Maybe you won’t kill me for doing this…” Thus a supreme tickle-fest immediately commenced. Ichigo started out strong, but the victory eventually went to the small and supremely fast, Rukia. At the end of it, both of them were panting-completely exhausted from laughin Continue reading →
