|Our Lady of Aggressive Indifference (scathachdhu) wrote in oya_ajere,|
@ 2007-10-09 20:29:00
|Entry tags:||bleach, pr0ntober, r, rukia, urahara|
pr0ntober for animationgrl; Urahara/Rukia, R
Well. I didn't actually think I'd be able to write this, but it's growing on me. XD Hope you enjoy!
Not betaed, 741 words.
Rukia was exhausted. Urahara had offered the use of his bath after the evening's Hollow attack, and she had decided to take him up on it. She would normally just bathe at Ichigo's, but being constantly surrounded by people in close quarters was beginning to grate on her, and she welcomed the opportunity for even just an hour to herself.
She managed the ladder easily enough, even with all her bath supplies, and followed Tessai's directions to the spring, fully intending on a nice, leisurely soak.
Until she rounded the rock outcropping to find Urahara already there, head back, arms stretched along the sides in total relaxation. He looked up as she made a surprised sound.
"Kuchiki-san..." His eyebrows rose as he sat up, water running down the flat plane of his stomach.
"Urahara!" Fatigue dulling her reactions, Rukia belatedly spun around, gathering her bathing supplies to her chest. "Tessai-san told me that the bath in the shop was occupied, and so I..."
"Ah, I apologize, Kuchiki-san." She heard him splash as he shifted. His voice was lower than usual and it conjured up the vision of steam-damp hair and wet, firm muscles rising above the surface of the water. "If you'll give me a moment," the splashing grew louder as he stood, "I will leave the spring to you."
"No! That is not necessary, I will go upstairs and--" Honestly, no one so lazy should have that kind of physique. It was simply not fair.
"Kuchiki-san---the waters of this spring have healing properties, properties that can only benefit you after this night's exertions."
Rukia felt her breath speed up despite her best efforts, knowing the man was naked just a few feet away. She was fully clothed, and yet could not help but feel exposed in the stark expanse of the underground room.
"And how could I deprive such a lovely girl relief from the aches and discomfort that I am certain have settled deep in your muscles?"
Rukia was unable to speak, his baritone dancing along her nerves as soft rustles of fabric told her he was getting dressed. "Kuchiki-san needs to take care of herself."
"I...fine. Thank you for your concern," she said stiffly.
"Sometimes it's necessary to remind ourselves that gigai are subject to many of the same frustrations as one's spiritual body."
During her panic, he had moved behind her without a sound, reminding her that this man was an ex-captain of the Gotei 13--not to mention degenerate and barely trustworthy.
"See?" he said in her ear. He drew a damp hand along the skin exposed by the collar of her robe, pressing a thumb into the bunched muscles of her neck. "Kuchiki-san is so tense."
"U-Urahara..." Her breath hitched and her arms convulsed around the bundle of her belongings.
"Ah..." he murmured, his voice dropping yet again. "I've made Kuchiki-san wet." He drifted around to her front, and her eyes were immediately drawn to the skin framed by the opening of his robe. One large hand spanned her shoulder as he let his thumb slide along her collarbone, wiping away drops of water that had fallen from the tips of his hair.
Rukia froze, not knowing whether to throw herself back or forward, his gray eyes holding her own.
Urahara slowly straightened, the curve of his mouth predatory. "If you will excuse me, Kuchiki-san. As a guest in my home, if you find that any of your needs are not being met, I will do my utmost to see them fulfilled."
Rukia felt her lips part even as her eyes narrowed. Bastard.
She watched as he walked back to the ladder leading up to the store. His shoes were nearly soundless on the dirt, and his robe slapped gently against the lean muscles of his legs.
Ten full minutes after the sound of the closing trapdoor echoed through the room, she finally disrobed. She washed in record time, rinsed, then slid into the water.
She soaked for thirty minutes, motionless, deliberately keeping her palms pressed flat at her sides.
Looking straight ahead, she let one hand slide down her stomach.
Her legs seemed to part of their own accord in the warm water.
Her breasts felt heavy and tight as she drove her fingers inside, again and again, sharp, quiet exhales punctuating her movements.
...bastard, bastard, bastard...
Rukia came with a gasp, her head thrown back and her mouth open, a drop of water rolling down her back like a finger drawn along her spine.