After a Night of Sake and Brownies
My head is still cloudy when I wake. Although last night we fell asleep a tangle of limbs we've both moved enough in slumber that only one of Kisuke's long toned arms rests lazily over my hip now.
There's no clock in this room, but I know either I've slept longer than usual making me sluggish, or not long enough meaning I still had brownies in my system. At their memory I could help but think, mmm brownies.
I maneuvered carefully slowly turning in Kisuke's arms without waking him. I hadn't helped at all with the battle against morning bed-head, before his head had even hit the pillow it had been in disarray from my grasping hands.
As I slipped a few fingers through his hair I only just managed to stifle the snicker at the disorder of his blond locks. I deposited a kiss on his nose and watched him make a face in his sleep. So cute, I give myself a few more warm moments to watch his face relax back into peaceful slumber before I try to slip out of bed. I had the strangest urge to return to an old favorite to occupy my mind and it just so happened to be the perfect morning for it; mostly it was the fact that I was awake hours before the whole house, even the extra guests we'd accumulated in the wee hours.
Only the moment I moved a certain someone's hand tightened possessively in the small of my back. "Hmph..." Kisuke grumbled trying to pull me closer in sleep. I grinned as he pouted, eyes still closed. I tried to wiggle out and his arm just tightened and I had to bite my bottom lip as our lazy spiritual pressures mingled, but I was distracted from any developing naughty thoughts by the soft mumbled whine from Kisuke, "Shuuun go back to sleeeeep..."
My answer was to lean down and press my lips to his ear and letting out a feline growl. There was no hesitation in his dexterous fingers as they slipped lower over the curve of my ass.
"Mmm Yoruichi..." A smile curved his lips and he snored softly.
Okay so maybe there was something more perfect to do than a kata back from my punishment squad days, or even a few shunpo around the training room. Probably one of the best parts of taking advantage of this peace, staying put, staying home.
I dislodging his wide-fingered grip so I could do another wiggle around to face away from him relaxing into his arms, my back pressed to his chest.
I only lay still a moment before something else took my attention.
Before Kisuke could find another handhold I took a few bracing breaths and slipped out of the cocoon of warmth created by the blankets and Kisuke's sleepy reiatsu. The cold was brutal, I shunpoed to the bathroom without meeting anyone-as expected-and shunpoed back just as quickly.
Needless to say I didn't use enough reiatsu to stay warm and Kisuke noticed the difference as I slipped under the covers. I was grateful for the gentle heat radiating from Kisuke's resting spiritual pressure and tried rubbing my ice block feet on my slightly warmer legs to melt them.
I was surprised when Kisuke's strong arms curled around my hips in a hug that brought me into delicious contact. I relaxed but didn't move closer still fully aware that I was still sporting toes as cold as death.
Kisuke buried his face in my hair, his nose bumping the back of my ear, warm breath along my neck like magic sending me plummeting into groggy half-sleep. "Mayu-chan you're always so~ cold..."
I felt his arms squeeze me in surprise and his entire body jolt as my toes came into contact with his legs. The curse that rumbled into the back of my ear was much more coherent than any words I'd heard him speak since I'd woken up. I snickered softly and moved until we were pressed together, glad for the warmth. I was always glad for his warmth. I heard a long sniff as his nose nudged the well behind my earlobe and it was expelled in a contented sigh of my name along my skin, "Yoruichi..."