[Bleach] Authority, Urahara/Yoruichi, PG-13
Written for kinkfest over on IJ and terribly, terribly late. Thanks to jaina for the beta; any remaining mistakes are my own. ~430 words. Vague references to recent manga flashback chapters, but no actual spoilers.
Prompt: Yoruichi/Urahara - authority - she might think she was taking advantage of him, but being who he was, that was probably impossible
"You're thinking too much again, Yoruichi-san."
"That's a hell of a statement coming from you," she replied. She rested her chin on her folded hands, looking up at him from where she lay on his chest. Her seemingly lazy blink didn't fool him in the least.
"Mm," he murmured, sliding a hand up her bare back into her hair; the short locks were even more charmingly tousled than usual. "That should make it all the more telling."
She pushed herself up, ignoring his grunt as her elbows dug into his stomach. She gave him a long stare, then dipped her head, pressing her lips to his collarbone.
Urahara sighed. Despite how good her warm, soft mouth felt as it trailed down his chest, he wasn't willing to let the subject go.
"Yoruichi-san--" he broke off, hissing as she lightly bit him just above the navel.
"Drop it," she muttered.
"You've never let the house elders sway you in any other matter," he said. "Suddenly, their opinions have merit?"
She didn't respond, instead glaring at the base of his throat as her hands balled into fists against his skin.
"Yoru," he said, his voice serious. "Come up here."
"No," she said, indulging in a full-body stretch. If the end result of her completely spontaneous movement happened to place her exactly where he wanted, it had nothing to do with anything he'd said.
He ran a knuckle over the curve of her cheek, not liking the way she avoided his gaze. "House Shihouin will ever have my gratitude, but it does not command me." He gave a theatrical sigh. "I'm afraid I've been in thrall to House Shunshin for as long as I can remember. There's just no getting around it at this point."
She rolled her eyes, the last flicker of uncertainty disappearing. "What are you babbling about, idiot?" she said, settling her head beneath his chin.
Urahara smiled against her hair as she nuzzled his throat, the tension leaving her body. "Oh, you know me, Yoruichi-san; always on about something or other."
"Uh huh. Well, feel free to be on about scratching my back. It itches," she told him, sounding lazy.
"Yes, yes," he sighed, dragging his nails between her shoulder blades. "Here?"
"Lower. No, more than that."
"Oh my, Yoruichi-san," he murmured, his mouth curving. "That's not actually your back."
"Ah, well," she grinned up at him, arching into his hand as she lightly bit his lower lip. "It doesn't actually itch either."