Rangiku is like a cat: lazy and beautiful (decadenthonor) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-30 19:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gin ichimaru, rangiku matsumoto |
Who: Gin Ichimaru & Rangiku Matsumoto
What: She can't Talk and needs comfort, followed by a lesson in being a sneak
When: Evening, Tuesday
Where:Gin's Place
Rating: Language, implied sexy times, implied violence, also mentions of blood DOOM
Status: Complete
Rangiku stormed out of her house, a messenger bag slung over her shoulder. She didn’t want to confront her parents about Gin (because back to ‘just a friend’ didn’t seem to fly) and this no talking thing meant all she got to do was LISTEN to them. She was sulking already. She felt fine - she’d gone to the doctors (YES SHE WENT RENJI JEEZE) and was proclaimed healthy.
She grabbed her keys and hopped in her car and headed over to Gin’s place, she’d even packed clothes she could LEAVE there. She was a thinking woman! And a white board and a dry erase marker. She couldn’t even whimper. How pathetic was that? Sighing? the air went out but no sound came with it. Depressing and so very unlike any normal illness.
She drove too fast and parked. Tucking the keys in her bag she knocked on the door as she opened it. Not like she could yell out that she was here!RENJI APPROVES OK? p.s. - GAWD RANGIKU W/E U LAMEBUTT.
She was prepared if not irritated, then. Gin could appreciate that in a woman. He hadn't really budged from where he was on the couch while texting her, wearing his big soft white bathrobe. Luckily (or unluckily, depending on one's mindset), he had boxer shorts and a white tank top on underneath his robe. He heard the door open, looking up and seeing that she brought some stuff with her, "Hold on. Lemme pry my rear offa the couch."
He got onto his feet and came over to help take some of her things, still thinking maybe she was sick. Although, with the way the network looked? That might not be the case. Eeesh. At least she seemed to have her mouth.
"Not even a squeak or nothin'?" he asked, still unsure what this no talking meant. "Not even a whisper?"
She let him take her bag and pulled out her white board. She pulled out a marker and scribbled. "not a squeak. A sigh. A gasp. Nothing, Gin, nothing!!!!! :-( " She frowned at him.
This was really bugging her. She couldn't talk. It was akin to torture. Not being able to talk. She was such a talkative creature this was a version of hell for her. She gave him a pouty look before scribbling again.
"docs said I wasnt sick... "
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Gin made a face at her and it was almost like he was going silent, himself. He even shrugged at her like he wasn't sure what it meant, after he read what she had written. This was not going to be great, because Rangiku not being able to talk - which she talked all of the time - was a major issue. He loved the sound of her voice, even when she was complaining or whining or yelling. Silly OC, taking that away.
"Maybe we can try somethin' like a home remedy," he suggested, as he headed to he bedroom. "Stay put while I put this away an' then I'll come back an' fix ya some things. Not ta cure a cold or nothin', but maybe ta see if it'll help with your throat."
He disappeared for a moment, long enough to put her bag on the bed, with a little frown on his face. It was hidden from her so she wouldn't see him worry, and it was gone the minute he turned the corner. He totally turned that frown upside down.
"Doncha worry, Rangiku," he told her. "Sit yo butt down, so we can try some spoons full of honey, first."
Rangiku was justifiably upset. Hell she was a bit wrecked feeling because she had no idea what was going on. All joking aside, she didn’t know what it was about. Was it permanent? Or just temporary? She didn’t like the idea of it being permanent. It was a terrifying thought. After all after sake and napping, talking was one of her favorite hobbies.
Marker in hand she nodded. ”Willing to try anything, I guess, at this point. “ she gave him a hopeful smile, even if her eyes were glittering with worry. She had so much she wanted to say and couldn’t. She tried, and not even a croak. It was downright awful.
She waited for him to come back to her, as patient as possible And when he did, her face lit up a bit. At least he was here and unaffected by whatever was going on. She plunked herself down on the couch, shoes kicked off in a haphazard way. At least some things stayed the same, right? ”Okay. Honey it is!” not that she thought it was going to work, but maybe?
It was worth a shot and he had smiled back at her, like everything was normal. While she sat down, Gin gathered some things together after looking it up on his phone, grabbed a spoon, and made his way over to the couch, throwing everything down on the coffee table and sorting through the packages and bottles.
Honey? Check. Spoon? Check.
He splurted some honey onto the spoon and very carefully brought it over to her lips, saying, "Open wide fo' the choochoo, Ran~gi~ku."
She could smack him afterward for that one.
She patiently opened her lips for the spoon full of honey. She was going to smack him for it in a minute. She took her time cleaning the spoon of honey, she LIKED honey. Also, she felt she should tease him a bit for being such a weirdo about it, so she wrapped her tongue around the spoon then eased it away, giving him a sweet innocent smile as she did so. Then licked her lips clean.
One hand whipped up, though, and smacked him upside the head while the other scribbled on the whiteboard. ”I’m not five, you know.” she gave him a look but she was smiling a bit. The little eraser scrubbed out the last words. ”Honey tastes good. But my throat feels fine still…
Gin's eyes (behind the squint) had been honed in on her lips while she did that, as he thought that was DAMN erotic and hypnotising to watch. The moment was over when her hand made contact with the side of his head, leaving him wide eyed and blinking as he read what she had written.
His expression of clueless surprise turned into a wide grin as he laughed at it.
"Yep, I know ya ain't. Ya slappy-handed stinker," he teased, leaning in more. "Open that big mouth of yours an' we'll try another spoonful."
She can't object, because he's squirting more onto the spoon and holding it out to her with a huge shit-eating smile, because he's both helping AND using it as a prop for flirting, dirty lil trickster tease that he was.
Rangiku was an awful person. Of course she rather enjoyed smacking him upside the head and the wide eyed blinking face. It was not a face she got out of him a lot, after all, catching him off guard was a one in a million thing.
She gave him a patient smile at his comments then ever so meticulously wrote out in beautiful penmanship (fer a marker) ”Slappy handed my ass.” punctuated by an eye roll. Fingers deftly plucked the spoon from his hand, and she held it out a short distance from her lips. Blue eyes settled on his as she flicked her tongue out to lick some of the honey off of the spoon, slow and as teasing as she could muster.
Two can play at that game. Ignoring the fact she started it.
He was definitely staring, even with squinty eyes, because - damn Rangiku - that was evil. Sexy evil. Enough that he was leaning in to watch even closer, with one arm slipping around her shoulders.
"I dinnit even get to the marshmallows, but those're for sore throats anyway," he told her, thinking that those things could go to hell. But hells yes to honey. "That looks a lil' sticky. Maybe I better kiss it offa your lower lip."
He moved in to do that very thing, and there goes helping her no voice problem. Whoops. Feel free to whap him again so he flies off the couch and goes clunk. For it is amusing.
Rangiku was feeling evil. This city was fucking with her and it was pissing her off. But since she wasn’t mad at Gin, she was taking it out on him in another way. By being an evil tease. Sorry Gin. You’re going to just have to deal with it.
She gave him a look, like Marshmallows what? before grinning at him, sticking her lower lip out just a smidge. Yep there was honey stuck there. Oops? Leave it to him to kiss it from her lip. Not that she actually minded, she didn’t, and if she could have she’d have made happy noises but the content look on her face would be his answer.
But she was also in a teasing mood and letting him just get away with that so soon was not in the cards. The moment the kiss was over she thwacked him right off the couch, licking the taste of his lips off hers slowly as she reached for her whiteboard.
”I thought we were trying to bring my voice back?” she even doodled next to it:
~(^◇^)/
Indeed, Gin had gone right off the couch, entirely. For he is male, and he caved to temptation, which is why even he is not immune to the charms of Rangiku. As he hit the floor with a resounding ker-CLUNK, he thought to himself that he was just one notch in a tally of many others, who had fallen victim and suffered for it.
He also considered it to be bonus points for getting the kiss in, the honey off her lower lip, and not getting a fist or a foot the face.
Gin's sat up with wide blinky eyes, hair sticking up funny, and his nose was almost bumped into the white board. He blinked a few times, leaned his head back a bit to read, and smiled only when he saw the emoticon she had drawn there.
"Maybe I thought a more lips-on approach would work," he asked. "I guess I wasn't convincin' enough. All righty. Marshmallows. Says eatin' one soothes a sore throat so maybe if ya eat a lot of ‘em, it'll help with your voice. Dunno. Worth a try, ne?"
He pulled himself back up onto the couch and tore a hole into a bag of marshmallows and taking one out. He looked at it for a moment, popped it into his mouth, chewed, and got one for her, since he is being oh so helpful.
Rangiku smirked a bit. Okay, so he was special. And he could get away with a lot more than anyone else in the world could. But she still had her limits when she was feeling feisty and right now, not being able to talk meant it had to show itself physically instead of you know, um, verbally. Plus he caved way too easy. Sorry man, try again. ^.^
It was a bonus - he was allowed his kiss, the honey and no boot to the face. She was thankful he was trying to help and trying to keep her mood up, after all. oh and you know, she loved him. So she was a bit more lenient.
She laughed. Well silent laughed. Which was awkward but adorable, her eyes were sparkling at him. She loved the hair every which way look. and the wide blinky eyes. She gave him a questioning look, scrubbed off the last message and wrote: ƪ(♥ﻬ♥)ʃ ”Lets do this, then!”
She leaned forward and took the marshmallow right out of his fingers. What? She never said she had to play fair.
Gin got away with a lot that would have resulted in a bashed in face, had it been another person. He's well aware of it, and he likes playing with fire, so getting knocked off the couch? Still oh so worth it.
"Ya like that?" he asked, a little too innocently. The grin on his face was practically ear to ear. Nope, he's going to act like he's not impacted at all by her flirty, because he isn't going to fall for the same trick twice. "Here, have some more."
Instead of feeding her another marshmallow, he held the bag out to her between a pinched index finger and thumb, so she could get it on her own! And to rub it in a little bit, he nabbed one and popped it in his mouth, chewing on it while smirking and going 'mmmmmmmmmmmmm' very big time. He might not look like he was watching, thanks to the infamous happy squint, but he was. Oh yes, he was, while waiting to see if she had an eyetwitch because he was stuffing his own face.
He really did. No, really. Half the sneaky flirty bullshit he got away with would result in the loss of limb for most of humanity. Okay actually 99% of humanity or/and soul society etc etc. Teasing Rangiku pretty much was like playing with fire. Or a hurricane. Depending on her moods.
She nodded at him, eying that grin with wary disbelief. Oh yeah, she thought, you are totally hiding it all. Sneaky fucker. There was the requisite eye twitch, lips pursing slightly as she snagged the whole bag out of his fingers. Play that way huh?
Slender fingers plucked a mallow from the bag and she proceeded to eat the poor marshmallow in the most sensual way possible. Slow as sin. Toy with her will you? Mmm. She kept the bag in one hand when she was finished and scrubbed out her board. ”what’s next? I mean i could eat these all daaaaaaaay but?” she had an innocent look on her face.
Gin had sat there smiling and watching her, while thinking of his grandparents naked, having sex. Which was not a sexy thought, but it was kind of amusing in a profoundly gross way. It did the trick too, even if what she was doing to those marshmallows should have been illegal in several states. Was doing that with your tongue a necessary part of eating? Gin didn't think so. Nope.
He leaned in to read what she wrote, making sure that he did it in such a way, that he rubbed his arm up against her. Oops, his bad. It was a very slow brushing up against, too. However did that happen?
"Oh, well, licorice root's said ta help?" he offered, looking and sounding sly as a fox as he sat upright, and reached for a package of licorice. He kept it around in case Yachiru showed up, since she was like a crack addict for candy. But this was an emergency, so he was busting into it, pronto. After the package was open, he put it on his lap and drew out one of the ropes slowly, holding it between the fingers of one hand. Then he tipped his head back a little, opened his mouth, and made it look like he was trying to catch the loose end of it with the tip of his tongue, to try to lure it into his mouth. And his tongue? It looks like it has a mind of it's own.
Seriously. He is doing that. No joke.
Rangiku thought doing that with her tongue was a totally necessary part of eating. Yep yep yep. Gotta make the poor boy squirm just a little bit. It was half the fun. Especially since she couldn’t talk.
She leaned a bit on his arm, smiling sweetly. ”Licorice hmm?” before watching him pull a rope of it from the bag and watched him with many of the same grandparent thoughts in her head. She didn’t even want to think about that thought and it did not distract her from what his tongue was doing to that poor licorice rope.
Nails deftly delved into the package, on his lap, pressure placed downwards, before she slowly dragged a rope out for herself, eyes watching his.
Gin had tried not to move when she did that, making it a point to keep his body perfectly still. It was a difficult task, since that pressure was totally uncalled for too. For shame, Rangiku.
He appeared to be watching her (it's hard to tell anyway), when he turned his head to one side, tipped it, opened his lips just so, and slid the licorice between his lips, once, twice, threeeee tiiiiiiiiimes very slowly, before he took a bite and chewed on it. Like a boss.
Rangiku had no shame. Sorry. Shame did not live here. After all it was Rangiku we were talking about. She bit her lip watching him, smirking a bit, eyes sparkling. There was a little bit more of fun involved with this now that she couldn’t speak.
She grabbed the board. ”Tease” before grinning wickedly and holding her own licorice above her lips, catching it lazily, and parting her lips again, letting her fingers dip the licorice further into her mouth, grinning around it, before making the end of it vanish between her teeth.
Gin's eyes had opened up wide as he watched her, even tilting his head a little in a classic 'huu?' gesture. Which didn't need to be done, since he knew -exactly- what it was she was doing.
"Who's the damn tease here," he asked, without sounding very accusing. In fact, he sounded amused and intrigued at what she might do, next. The not talking was ending up being kind of interesting, even if he would rather hear her voice.
Gin moved closer to her, reaching down and very slowly pulling out a licorice rope from the package, holding it out to her. He had no intention of letting go, either.
Rangiku grinned at him as she finished off the piece she had. She licked her lips slowly smiling softly afterwards. She tilted her head at him watching what he was up to.
She pointed at herself, mouthing the word tease? Then smiling innocently. A wry smile on her lips as he pulled out a rope and held it.
Rangiku leaned forward and captured the end of the rope with her teeth, looking up at him.
And Gin smiled like he was evil incarnate, as he tipped his chin down and leaned in enough to nip his teeth into his end of the licorice rope. The way he stared at her was almost a challenge to see how far she was willing to go with the Lady and the Tramp scenario. He, of course, was playing the part of the tramp. He even made a little 'hmmmmm?' noise, pursing his lips around the licorice when he did so.
She grinned around the licorice then began to nibble her way down. She was willing to go all the way through the lady and the tramp remake. She of course was the lady. Hahaha. She leaned forward to kiss his lips at the end of the rope. He was being too adorable and she loved it.
This way, it kept her mind off not being able to speak and his mind off of not being able to hear her speak. The great thing was that he had nipped down his side of the licorice rope and when they kissed, their lips were sweetly stuck together for a brief shining moment.
Then he pulled away, switching it so he was the bashful one, his head turned so she couldn't see his face and his shoulder up toward her. He was really hiding a laugh too as he said, "I'm onta you...with you're tryin' ta take advantage of me. Ya cad. I ain't gonna let you take my virtue so easily, nooooooope."
Him? Virtuous? As if. He made a face she couldn't see where he was laughing but it was as silent as possible.
Rangiku silent laughed at the end of their kiss. She was sad she couldn’t actually laugh. Or talk. Or make any sound at all but he was helping her get through it. It was the world ending for someone who liked to talk. A lot. She smiled at him then rolled her eyes at his attempt at being bashful.
She picked up her board and wrote ever so neatly. ”Your virtue? Who’s the cad anyways?!” she accompanied it with a semi hurt face, at him accusing her of being a cad. She could make writing read as angry writing! Not that she was really mad, after all, she was smiling despite the look.
Then she scribbled a pair of lips blowing a kiss on the board.
Gin peeked back over his raised shoulder when he heard the squeaky squiggle of the marker on the board, reading as she was writing. It was better to make sure she was smiling instead of getting frustrated or angry at the loss of communication...something he really hoped wasn't a permanent condition.
"That's right, my virtue. I'm pure as newly fallen snow an' fuzzy baby animals." He let out a mock gasp and turned his face away, while saying, "Now you're drawin' dirty pictures. I'm gonna haveta get away from ya, before ya try ta get in my undies."
He scoooooooted about one inch away and acted like he was hugging himself.
She stared at him mouth open in shock. Then furiously started writing again. "you pure as all that?!?! Who are you kidding? " She just stared wide eyed at him as he scootched away.
Then quick as a wink She grabbed the bottom hem of his boxers as if to say but you're in your under wear...... Followed by a look and a Roll of her eYes.
Rangiku was frustrated. Not talking sucked.
Gin lightly thwapped her hand, not at all hard enough to hurt, but enough to say 'oh no, not my undies!' and pulled his white bathrobe closed around him. He was also seriously trying not to crack up laughing at the whole thing, which was becoming very hard to do, considering how indignant she was getting about what he was saying. He is such a tease.
He also read what she wrote with a barely suppressed smile on his face.
"I am. You've gone an' ruined my fine reputation, and I can’t ever be with no one else again," he said, trying to sound serious and still trying to play hard to get. "Here I was, trying to help ya and you're tryin' to take advantage of me. I was only loungin' around today, not dressed up or nothin'...."
He eyed her for about two seconds, behind his squint, before making a show of looking away. Sure, he would let her off the hook soon so she didn't lose her temper, but for now, the fun was still there, and she was pretty when she was going GRAWRR at him.
She rolled her eyes some more, laughing as she did so. He was hilarious. At his ruined rep are rolled her eyes again. "Ruined reputation my fine ass. " She laughed silently at that, shoulders shaking as she shook her head.
A brow arched up as if to say 'take advantage if you what¿¡' rangiku smirked a bit. Fine. And tackled him arms wrapping around him as she pulled him tight.
"Now you're trying to show me your ass? Ahh. What's wrong with you. I'm kinda offended an' don' know what ta thiiii---!" Gin didn't get to finish when she tackled him and he started to fall over onto his side while he was being glomped by her. Not that he minded, because this was what he was hoping she would do. He didn't even put up a struggle. "I was gonna say I don' know what ta think, but I kinda feel accosted."
He turned his head enough to smile at her, peeking one eye open. He didn't give up the game, but neither did he say anything. Instead, the look he gave her was of the 'what are you going to do with me now that ya got me?' variety.
Rangiku glomped. And snuggled. And poked him for the comments about asking what was wrong with her. And at his being offended. Her shoulders were shaking as she laughed in silence, running her fingers along his ribs, teasing and tickling. She can’t talk, and grabbing the board was more of a pain than useful. So she smiled at him instead as she cuddled him.
She answered that look with a kiss. A stolen kiss. Sweet and full of smiles.
Gin had tickle spots and Rangiku hit every single one of them, causing him to convulse and laugh out loud, as well as trying to wriggle away. It was Rangiku, after all, because she truly had him pinned there, and he finally submitted enough to simply lay there and take it. Escape wasn't an option. After a minute or two of that, he didn't even want to escape.
That kiss had been sweetly taken and there was a smile on his face afterward. There was no declarations that he wished she could talk (better to laugh and forget it), no further teasing (yet, as this was a temporary pause), and he hugged onto her in response (because even he knows when someone's won the game).
"Ahhhhh. Ya got me. Guess you're gonna have your wicked way with me." He opened his eyes enough to show he was glancing over at the phone on the nearby coffeetable. Then he gave her a cluelessly questioning look, complete with his usual happy squinting. "Unless ya want me to look up more things an' try them on you."
Rangiku knew him. So she knew where all those tickle spots were. She smiled at his hug and return kiss before sitting back so she could grab her white board. She scribbled. Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. ”I win. :-P anything interesting? I mean we’ve tried a few things, I don’t think it’s going to work… :’( “ she pouted at him. It was playful though.
Wicked ways. She was pondering how to abuse him with them but she was too cheerful to really put effort into keeping him pinned. She had already sat back and now she let go, too, tucking her legs under her and pushing her hair out of her eyes before shrugging at him. She could try these remedies all night, if he wanted.
"I dunno. I could look up some more stuff, but I think it's this place bein' weird. It ends after a while, so let's not worry about it." He stretched and sat up too, then immediately leaned in and flopped against her, putting his chin on her shoulder and smiling. He playfully poked a finger at her side. "If ya want, we can try more. Or we can wrestle. Go out. Stay in. I'll make ya somethin' ta eat and take care of ya, like I used to. Try more tea, maybe. Scare ya senseless so maybe ya squeak. Sake. What'd you feel like?"
Rangiku pondered and snuggled him as he leaned on her. She scribbled on her board. ”Hate weird but I guess we’ll deal with it. Huh?” before settling in to get comfy. ”Stay in. Wrestle! Eat and sake!” she wrote in big happy letters. With a smiley face attached to the bottom. ”In any order!” she added after a moment. She ran her nails through her hair then his, grinning widely.
And this, was what he really loved about Rangiku. She had a lot of spirit and really lived it up when she was happy. What made it better was that he could tell she was happy, and he grinned back at her, making sure to nuzzle his head under her hand when her fingers combed through his hair.
He didn't even ask by saying anything. In fact, he reached over for the marker, taking it and writing with it held like a paintbrush meant to be painting fine lines. On the board, were the words What do ya wanna eat before drunken wrestling times? followed by his starting to draw out two figures that were wrestling, one of them with it's gigantor boobs shoved in the other flailing one's face. Of course, he drew little arrows that said 'you' and 'me'...like that was even necessary.
He quickly moved his hand away before she could smack it and peeked up at her, trying his best to look innocent. Trying, and failing, of course!
Rangiku also knew this whole fuckery wasn’t the end of the world. And refused to let herself get too far down in the dumps. She had fleeting moments of frustration when she wanted to say something. But couldn’t but overall he was making her mood a billion times better. She gave him a soft smile as he nuzzled into her hand. Adorable.
She grinned as she watched him write then doodle on the board. ”Rice, tea, maybe some chicken? I don’t know food?” she shrugged a bit, not wiping out his stick figures. Grinning a bit as she patted him on the arm. She sketched a second set of stick figures. Boobs included. That one’s arm raised up. She wrote ‘winner!” next to it, grinning at him and his attempted innocent look. ”Not so innocent! You don’t fool me!”
Gin laughed so hard at that, because it was such a her thing to do, and buried his face down against her shoulder with one final snerking sound. He planted a kiss there, ended it with a little 'mwah!' noise and sat up straighter.
"I didn't defrost no chicken, but I guess I could make food an' wrestle with ya first, while it's cookin'." He shrugged, but didn't look apologetic. "You want chicken an' rice with your sake? I ain't gonna piss you off by tellin' you no."
She smiled softly and made him make her chicken and rice with her sake. It was a good meal, damn it, and she was hungry. And very very glad she could actually EAT. Food. Sake. Wrestling. It was a good night even if she couldn’t talk. Then wrestling [which she won. boobs for the win!] and drunken, silent flirting. Before she was ready to crash for the night. There may or may not have been sexy times before she passed out cuddling him like a big ole body pillow. Sorry Gin, yer comfy.
She woke up in the middle of the night to an empty bed. Nails drummed a moment before she slid from bed and poked around a bit, not in the bathroom. Not in the living room or the kitchen. Or out in the gardens. Car was there, though. Interesting. She picked up her discarded white board and marker and curled back up in bed, waiting silently, patiently for him to come back home.
There had definitely been sexy times, but Gin - being a sneak - had only nodded off for a while and slipped out of bed at some point during the night. He was still trailing a lone straggler from the warehouse collapse and simultaneously keeping an eye out and an ear open for any word of that Cerberus group for Motoko. That meant a few late night jaunts and he was playing a cat and mouse game with the straggler, waiting for a random time to catch him, alone. So Gin was gone and then he imagined he would come home and sneak back in. Rangiku wasn't the lightest of sleepers and she wouldn't be any the wiser.
It was an unfortunate turn of events that the turncoat yakuka member was alone on that night, when Gin checked in. He didn't turn the act of actually killing him into a huge bloody affair. It was always the clean up that got a little messy, and with the amount of flash step he had to use to get pieces from point A to point B, C, D, E, and F over the oceanside...Gin was pretty much exhausted when he set foot down in the back garden. The only hint that he had been moving at high speed was a whisp of a breeze that stirred his hair and the branches of the persimmon trees.
Quietly, he made his way inside, careful not to touch anything other than entering in the alarm code with a knuckle. Then he threw those clothes in the washer with a metric ton of bleach and hot water, and put on the clothes he had left out on top of the dryer, because he was sneaky and he learned to compensate for Rangiku's presence. After that it was only a matter of scrubbing some blood off his hands in one of the sinks. He really needed to find a better, cleaner way to dispose of people. But it was one less rogue gang member on the street, so it wasn’t all that bad.
Into the bedroom he tiptoed, moving as silently as possible, so as to not wake up Rangiku. He raised the sheet to slip under it, with the full intentions of acting as though he had just rolled over to put a arm around her, in case it woke her.
He got to the bed. Fingers on the covers, even, when the light flipped on, and he was greeted by a Rangiku face that was lovely in it’s annoyance. Mostly anyways. She made waking up to find your boyfriend (deal with it) not home, pretty. Her hair was pulled over her shoulder curling delicately under the curve of her breasts, her lips pursed even as the white board was snatched off the pillow next to her, words already on it.
”Late night accounting?” little quotes around accounting, too. She didn’t tear her eyes off him, though, fingers deftly tapping the board so he’d look down at it. Rangiku made stewing in the dark pretty, because she’d done that for sometime before he’d come home. And she’d heard him turn the washer on. And the water in the sink. And oh yeah the door opening. Never discount the woman who was wide awake and a little annoyed. She heard all the little sounds that didn’t normally happen in a house.
Somehow she even managed to glare beautifully. Even if it was threatening.
Gin's eyes looked ready to bug out for a second, before they skimmed over the words on the board. Wow, his NOT a girlfriend (deal with it) looked a little bit on the miffed side. At least she couldn't yell. He didn't want Jessie being woken up and he was always so careful with the alarms to keep them from going off too when he came and went. But for that brief moment in time, Gin was frozen in place, one knee almost raised onto the edge of the bed, one hand holding the covers, and he resembled like a crane standing on one leg in a not-so-tranquil pond.
All was quiet for a moment before he started to smile, and the eyes squinted up happily, and he offered an explanation.
"Nuh uh. Just went for a walk. Why would ya think it's accounting?” He paused. “You're kinda silly, but you're beautiful when ya glare at me like that." He shook his head, and one of the silvery-white strands had a itty bitty blotch of dried something there. Hmm. What could that be? He didn't seem to notice. He even leaned in to try to give her a kiss on the nose, ready to get into bed with the very simple sounding explanation, "Sometimes I have trouble sleepin'. It was about accounting though, since I woke up with somethin' on my mind. I had ta go think it out."
Yes. Now blame it on insomnia. The sad thing is he wasn't entirely lying since it was 'accounting' related. Hmph.
Rangiku didn’t let his flattery detour her. She wasn’t so easily satisfied. As he leaned in for a kiss she snaked a set of fingers into his hair and held up the offending strands. She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes to look at it better. That wasn’t dirt. She let it fall from her fingers with another glower at him. If anything was out of place with hair she’d notice. She had training under Yumi after all.
”Flattery will get you no where. So. What’s that?” she gestured at the hair. ”And if you think I’ll believe it’s dirt, you don’t know me very well.” she wrote rather quickly, someone was feeling irritated. And she didn’t quite believe him. There was a gut feeling it wasn’t just out walking.
A brow arched delicately upwards. Waiting.
Gin's face was a half wince when she did that to his hair, and he even reached up himself to try to feel what it was. The wind must have dried it there and he didn't notice feeling anything wet, so what was a mere droplet had now turned into a huge point of contention. He didn't smile as much when he was reading but the second he was done doing that, he looked like he was gleefully brushing it all off as something insignificant. That smile, that squint...was very much set in place.
He even told her, in a voice smooth as silk, "Must've been some tree bark fell in there. I checked on the trees too before I came in here."
He slipped into bed next to her, laying down, and putting one hand behind his head. With the other, he reached up and went BLOOP with his index finger and tried to very lightly lower that elevator on her cutely arched angry brow.
Rangiku got out of bed as he laid down, after he tried to lower her brow for her. She padded off to the bathroom and returned just as quickly, not giving him time to adjust for her rapid departure. She sat down one more and curled her fingers around that offending lock of hair once more. Her brow went higher as if to say , ‘Bark? really?’ before he could react [at least normally] she had a damp cloth smoothing that lock of hair.
Did she believe him? Not in the slightest. Her right hand smudged the writing off as she turned hte pen and started to write again. ”If it was just bark then why did you wince when I noted it?” she asked, because she felt if it were bark he’d be surprised, not wincing.
Gin had thought about high speed bolting before she closed in, and looked about ready to for a second. There was a slight tensing up, but Rangiku had ahold of his hair and was wiping it with one of the white washcloths. Worse? It was damp. He inwardly winced but thought that moving would make him seem more suspicious. Instead, he stayed perfectly still and let her clean it off.
The cloth ended up with a reddish stain on it, that wasn't the sort of color that came off of trees.
Gin played dumb even as he was reading what she wrote and even shrugged a little while making a classic 'I dunno' noise. That was before he told her, "I winced since you were pullin' a lil' bit and it hurt, that's all. Maybe it was somethin' rusty. I did go by one of the sites where they're puttin' in a new house down the street. I probably brushed up against the equipment an' didn't notice."
Rangiku turned the cloth over in her fingers, then tossed it to the floor. She didn’t have to look again to know rust didn’t come off looking like that. Rust was more orangey. He could try but she wasn’t buying it. She gave him a look that read how dumb do you think I am? before frowning at him and shaking her head softly. She wrote, neatly.
”You aren’t going to tell me the truth,are you? Playing dumb doesn’t suit your handsome face, so please, don’t insult me by thinking I’m that easily fooled.” Once he’d read it she erased it to write something else. She even put a hand over his mouth to forestall any comebacks for a moment.
”I love you.” she wrote carefully, sighing gently as she did so, although he could only tell because of how her shoulders rose then fell. She turned her eyes to him before she kissed him on the cheek.
Gin did have his smirking mouth barely open to a reply, right before her hand silenced him and he made a little 'hu?' noise. When he read what she wrote, the smile faded away to nothing. He didn't say anything. At least not for the time being, while he thought things over.
He caught hold of her hand to hold her there when her lips were against his cheek. After a moment he said in a very soft whisper, "I love you too, but it's rust. That's all." It was said in such a way that he was suggesting she leave it at that, without his admitting anything else. "C'mon back to bed, Rangiku."
For the first, and not last time, part of her broke inside. Tiny little cracks that felt as if they were rubbed with salt and dipped in lemon juice. She wasn’t stupid - blonde yes, stupid no - and she knew that the silence paired with the way he said his next words was all but admitting something else. What? She had no idea. But she didn’t press the issue, not tonight. He knew she wasn’t totally believing him. But in a show of how much she cared, how much she trusted him, she didn’t move. Didn’t get up and leave and hit the couch. Or home.
She laid the whiteboard down and gave him tiny smile. She loved the feel of her hand caught in his. Fingers squeezed softly, saying without words she was here and no matter what, she wasn’t going anywhere. She leaned to kiss him gently before sliding back to snuggle next to him, not relinquishing his hand. Sorry Gin, you were stuck for now.
It wasn't like he minded being stuck, even if he almost got caught red-handed (pun!). After the kiss, he seemed to curl up around her. He was still holding her hand and he rested his cheek against her forehead.
He wasn't saying much either, and it was highly likely that the moment the sun came up and it was a new day, he wouldn't be mentioning it at all. He would simply carry on as usual, and let it blow over. Because he told himself that was the best thing to do. For the both of them.
"Go on back ta sleep," he told her in a hushed tone of voice, his own eyes closed. No squinting. No smiling. His face was at what should have been it's relaxed default state, if he hadn't turned it into a fake mask all of the time. "Maybe tomorrow, you'll be able to speak again. That'd be nice, huh."
Rangiku sighed softly against him, her shoulders the only sign of a sigh. She loved him. That much was true. Even if it killed her, she was gonna stand by him. Even if she got hurt in the process. She knew it wasn’t going to be the last time she asks the hard questions, and gets nothing in response. But she was going to continue trying because that’s what she does.
She enjoyed feeling him curl up with her, and closed her eyes as she rested her head against his gently. She didnt reach for the board, merely nodded against him. It would be nice to talk again soon. Rangiku nuzzled closer and snuggled down under the blankets again. Sleep. And hopefully talking again.