Hi.
Woooooooow this was a long time comming. Sorry for the delay but as you know, RL can be quite a bitch sometimes. Please do accepte this preview as a small token of our applogies and a peace offering. Hopefully it don't take too long to finish the chapter. As always, this is the very rough copy so spelling mistakes and such are to be expected until the FF.net copy is up.
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Enjoy.
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Bleach is created by Tite Kubo and distributed by Weekly Shonen Jump,
Shueisha, Studio Pierrot, TV Tokyo, Adult Swim, & Viz Media LLC.
Seikirei is created by Sakurako Gokurakuin and distributed by Young Gangan,
Square Enix, Seven Arcs & Funimation Entertainment
No permission has been obtained from any of the copyright holders for the use of the
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Feedback is encouraged. That's why I write. Also for the cookies.
And The Root Beer. The sweet, nectar-of-the-gods root beer.
Flames are pointless, as the author is a flaming retard.
...hold up, that's not what I meant. Uh, let's just start the story.
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The room was dark.
This would be unusual if not for the fact that it was early morning. The sun was out and the sky was clear for a beautiful March morning as the early risers went about their day, enjoying the cool temperatures that the day promised. The room in question however hid all this with every window and link to the outside world closed shut, allowing no light to enter. Not unusual should the occupant be asleep and not wanting the sun to interfer however the occupant was not only awake but had been awake and out of bed for some time.
What saved the room from total darkness was the glow from the many, many computer screens which took up one entire wall and some of the two adjacent ones, her glasses reflecting the glow and masking her eyes should anyone been in there to see her. She was still, hands hovered over a keyboard as she took in the images she had brought up. The room was in total silence, save for her soft breathing and the hum of several computers. She drew in a long audible breath as her eyes flicked back and forth between the images in her screens.
On half of them held the image of a man with strawberry blonde hair, tall and strong in various modes of dress and several without. Most of the images were of him and a brunette that many would describe as jaw dropping in her beauty. Talking with each other, holding each other, and some simply with the two in the same frame. The one's she kept flicking her eyes to though were somewhat fuzzed do to being taken in the bath in heavy steam.
She licked her lips as her eyes traveled to the other half.
These moniters held another man, not quite as tall as the other speciman she had been looking at and not quite as imposing. He in several of the pictures slouched a bit, and some gave off a not so confident grin as he scratched his black hair. Like the other, he was not alone in most of his images. Many of them held two other girls, one of which could also be described as jaw dropping and the other a young child; cute as a button. In these pictures he could be seen talking or having fun or even give a semblence of playing. It was these that also made her heart pound, seeing his face without worry and the uncertainty that many of the images held.
And like the other, her eyes kept flickering to the ones where he was by himself, also in the bath.
Her lips smacked as she gazed at one of them and gasped as she had unconciously brought a hand to her breast. Quickly she looked to the special door to her room and heard nothing. Staying that way for a few more minutes she once more brought her attention to her screens.
'What to do, what to do...?' was the mantra that kept playing on in her mind.
She took in a shuddering breath, feeling herself grow a little bit warm before pushing past it to play her fingers over the keyboard. All the screens suddenly went dark before aglow anew just as fast, this time holding nothing but bathroom pictures of both of her specimans. Things had been gradually getting worse with both of them here and being cooped up. A few more clicks brought the live cameras online, and quickly she took a head count of who was where and doing what.
Quickly she flicked her eyes towards the door again.
She had to make a decision, and soon. There may not be another chance. And all she could do for the moment was the only thing that seemed to help clear her mind as her other hand slipped lower.
'Decisions, decisions,' was the last thought on her mind as she began another session.
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Ghostface211 presents
In Association with Wheeljack...
A Bleach - Sekirei Crossover
Veiled Moon
Feather Six: Yester-Me, Yester-You, Yesterday [nujabes remix]
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Conciousness returned slowly for Ichigo Kurosaki.
His eyes opened slightly before closing, his foggy mind noting that his vision was blurred before closing them again, scowling slightly. Within his foggy mind were the retreating vestiges of what he could acertain was an odd dream.
But of what, exactly?
Despite not being able to recall anything visually there were still the echoes of what emotions he had felt.
But even those were retreating so he concentrated, his closed eyes shut harder as he tried to put them to words. He had felt...
Loneliness? Fear?
Wait, it wasn't him that was feeling that but it had been some...somebody else?
A brief flash of a blurred face came to him with their arm outstretched as if to reach for him.
And then it was gone.
He let out a puff of breath from his mouth he then brought his mind back to its current surroundings, pushing away a thought that if he went back to sleep with how comfortable it was he could continue that dream. He moved slighlty and grunted softly and his mind fed him further information that he was warm under the blanket and very, very comfortable with the left side of his head on the warm pillow.
Opening his eyes again, he noted that now his vision was a bit clearer as he saw he had also slept on his left side. Other bits of information continued to flood his mind as his head continued to clear; such as a comfortable warmth right in front of him. Lowering his eyes slightly he caught sight of brown hair as Uzume continued to sleep on. Blinking, he lifted his head slightly to roll it a bit before lying it back down on the pillow and realized that he and Uzume were spooning together and held his right arm over her, holding her close under the blanket.
So that was what was so comfortable.
He continued to blink, not minding that she was pressed to him and that his arm was wrapped under her own right arm, holding it close. He took in a breath and her scent as he found himself moving his head forward, allowing his chin to softly rub against her hair and closed his eyes again for a bit.
And with that, thoughts from last night began to return.
He continued to look downward at her head and felt her warmth and sighed before looking to the side, which from his angle would be the ceiling before bringing them back to the girl. Despite those thoughts, he allowed himself a small smile as he also continued to feel her warmth
He did feel better. Looks like rest did him a little bit of good. Oh, doubts were still there, some big ones, but they didn't feel as daunting as they had been yesterday.
What exactly those doubts were hadn't quite made it to his mind yet as more important thoughts came to fore.
Thoughts such as finding himself wanting to pull the girl a bit closer to him but realized exactly how close she had held his arm. Pulling her any closer from where his hand is now would be getting a decent feel of her breasts. As it was now his forearm was pressed slightly against them.
Not wanting to take advantage of her, he shoved away tempting thoughts as he pulled his arm back slowly.
No go.
Now, he pulled back a little harder and his arm began to slide away. And just as he was about to pull away she shifted a bit, her neck bending and her head pressing against the pillow a bit harder as she caught his forearm and pulled it back and relaxed.
His lips tightened a bit as his eyes moved around at his conundrum. Her arm seemed to hold his a little firmer now, and not only that his palm was now close enough that he was sure he had felt it brush against a nipple despite the t-shirt she was still wearing.
Oh man...
Ok now, the other problem was that her grip was starting to cut off circulation to his arm. So no matter where his hand was it was going to get uncomfortable fast if he didn't get his arm free. Again not wanting to take unfair advanatage he slowly moved his palm away to ball his hand into a fist, ensuring there was no way for an accidental grope. Pulling on his hand, he didn't pause as he did before, slowly changing the amount of strength necessary to pull away from her.
After a moment his arm slipped free and he raised it, slipping it out from under the blanket to stretch it to his side into the air. He opened his hands to stretch his fingers before closing them and opening again a few more times feeling the prickly feeling of his numb hand as blood rushed back into it . Satisfied that his circulation was back to normal he brought it down against the blanket to where her waist would be as her head was the only part of her that was not covered, not bothering to put it back under to hold her directly. He had just realized his misjudgment when she moaned quietly and turned her head slightly to her right to look at him as best she could from her position.
"Good morning," she said quietly with a yawn and started to roll her head a bit.
"'Morning," he responded back with the same quiet voice, waiting for her to settle back down to put his arm back under the blanket.to look at him, her eyes half lidded with sleep.
"Sleep well?" she asked, still quiet.
Before he could respond she pressed against him a bit, enjoying his warmth. With that he took his cue to put his arm under the blanket, reposition it to where it was and laid it against her waist in a hug. "Yeah," he told her.
"Mmm," she muttered in acknowledgement and smiled as she felt his arm at her waist and then frowned a bit. Turning her head again he half lidded eyes questioned him. He raised an eyebrow at her as she spoke it aloud. "You didn't have to move your arm away, it was rather comfortable," she told him.
"Well, unfortunately it was starting to get a bit numb. Besides...." he trailed off, not wanting to voice it aloud.
Blinking away more sleep from her eyes she prodded him. "Besides...?"
"I didn't want... I didn't want to... touch you... accidentally..."
"Is that all?" she asked with another yawn, not bothered in the slightest.
"Huh?"
"Ichigo," she started as she turned her head a bit more. "I don't mind it at all. I want you to touch me, any way you like anytime."
"Uzume," he grumbled as he looked away for a bit before turning back to her. "I don't want to take advantage of you..."
"But its not 'taking advantage' if you got full clearance for it, right?"
He sighed and closed his eyes. "Whatever..."
She giggled, more awake now. "Come on, Mr Prude. How 'bout right now?"
"Huh?" He responded smartly as he opened his eyes.
"Right now," she said and lifted her arm slightly as if to allow him easier access. "It's ok now, right. You've got verbal permission and everything."
He sputtered at that, trying to find a way to change the subject before turning away. "It's way too early in the morning for this."
She giggled again, and he found that she started to press up against him again and bit back a gasp at the new sensation hitting him. As she was now, his hips were aligned with her rear, and her rear was positioned just right as she pressed it backwards and motioned it up and down slowly and repeatedly. He held a shuddering breath and shivered slightly.
She smiled at his reaction and to what she was feeling and bit back a laugh. "Oh, it's early alright".
"U...Uzume...." he managed to get out, trying to ignore just how good it felt and the desire to let her continue. To his relief and disappointment she did stop, but kept herself pressed to him. With that, he turned his head to his left and buried his face into his pillow, knowing how red it must be and felt her shoulders near his chest shaking slighlty and new she was holding back another giggle.
When he felt that he was ready he turned his head back to her and laid against the pillow normally again. With a tight mouthed sigh he pushed himself up, ready to get out of bed when she held onto his right arm again.
"A little bit longer," she asked.
He looked at her.
"Please."
He looked away at his clock and considered it. It was still early, a little bit earlier than when he normally got out of bed. And for once listening to the other side of his conscious lowered himself back down with her, a large part of him satisfied with the decision. As he repositioned himself, she got his arm under hers again, but rather than bring it to her bosom she kept it at her waist and pressed against him again. Not as hard as it was a moment ago, but to the same as when they woke up.
He snorted at that, and did his best to ignore her sigh of contentment or his own warm feelings building up.
Several minutes would pass in silence as both enjoyed the others company in silence, and it would be several minutes later when Uzume would be the first to move, turning herself so that she laid on her back and looked at Ichigo. With that he found himself repositioning himself so that he was using his left arm for support as he lifted himself to get a better look at her, the blanket pulling away now that he could see her neck and the top of her t-shirt and shoulders.
He stayed at that position for a few moments, taking her in as she looked at him and she smiled, her hand now covering his at her waist and squeezed it.
Ichigo found something within him tighten at that as he continued to gaze at her, finding himself struck again at how beautiful she was, some of her chocolate colored hair spilled out behind her and her awake eyes shining at him.
Without any bidding his head started to lower to her when he caught himself. Outwardly he hadn't moved or done anything to show that he was thinking, but inwardly his mind was awhirl with what he was about to do.
With a good night's rest and the playful banter that had happend a bit ago he had found his mind clear, as if whatever happened yesterday hadn't happened at all. All that he saw was the girl he was with and that he had enjoyed himself with each others company, and that he was now...
He blinked, pausing at what he was feeling right now and looked at the girl below and came to a realization that shook him.
I want this.
This was more than admitting that she was worming her way into his heart. This was more than admitting that it was working. In this breif clarifying moment, he knew what he wanted and wanted to act on it.
Lips parting slightly, he lowered his head.
She blinked, noticing his movements and with startled realization what he was doing. Outside the other night, she had initiated all of their kisses, and now... Heart fluttering, she lifted herself to meet him, her lips parting as she found herself feeling as if she were floating upward.
Eyes on each others, they slowly approached one another, his falling bangs first touching her forehead as they turned their heads slightly to allow their lips to-
"Mmmhmmm....."
Both paused.
"Aaaahhh hhaaaaaaaaahhhhhhmmmm."
A yawn. From neither of them. Both blinked at each other.
Movement came from Ichigo's left side, and his eyes narrowed slightly. "The hell is that?" he growled.
He was answered shortly as he felt a slight weight that he had not noticed previously lift off behind him. A smaller yawn graced his ears along with a slight smacking of the lips. Turning to look behind him, his eyes widened at the figure rising behind him.
Scratching her head slightly, Ikki very grogily made her presence known to her ashikabi and his first Sekirei. Laying atop Uzume's neighboring futon, she was still dressed in the yukata she had recieved after being brought to Izumo. Her left arm dangled idly at her side, and the yukata was loose enought to give Ichigo a flash of skin that revealed a hint of muscle and the much more noticible swell of her left breast.
"Mornin'" she grogily greeted. "Izzit breakfat time yet?"
"What..." Ichigo paused at the disheveled sight of this girl before him and continued. "What are you doing here?!"
Under him, Uzume lifted her head up to get a better view at the developing scene in front of her with a look of mixed irritation and acceptance. She should have expected this from her new 'sister' Sekirei, but the fact that she just got robbed of a kiss from her Ashikabi. A kiss he was initiating no less, left her with very little sympathy to start with.
Ikki remained blissfully unaware as she smiled at her Ashikabi, "What am I doing? I'm sleeping with you of course."
"Yeah, I figured," Ichigo gruffly replied. "But why are you?"
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Last Night...
As Ikki walked the hallway towards Ichigo's room, she couldn't help but feel a bit of apprehension as she drew ever closer to her Ashikabi's room. A part of her cursed her instinctive need to be close to her Ashikabi at this moment. Considering Nanaha's condition she should be near her little sister, looking over her and doing whatever she could to aid in the process.
But then Nanaha would remind her that she was a fighter, not a healer. And that she was just doing as all sekirei should. Spending time getting to know her special person. She would tell Ikki to stop being so worried probably. But she couldn't help it.
Even sisters need to forget for a spell...
Right?
Right!
With that thought in her head, the passionate Sekirei shook her head and resumed her march towards Ichigo's room. Reaching his door, she sucked in a breath to calm her nerves and lifted her hand to the door and stopped.
She gulped as her mind began to race with what she was about to do.
'Do I? Don't I? Do I? Don't I? Filled her head as her eyes unfocused as this question raged in her mind to be answered.
Seconds turned to minutes and before long half an hour passed with Ikki's hand still hovering above the door as she continued to nibble her lower lip.
Finally, taking in a shuddering breath her quivering hand softly rapped on the door. "Ichigo-sama?" she quietly asked and winced. Gulping she rapped the door a little harder but before she could say anything door creaked open slightly.
She peeked her head in and softly called out her Ashikabi's name again. No one answered. It almost seemed like no one else was around before she took her hand to ball it into a fist and lightly rapped her head. Of course there'd be no answer if he was asleep. Sighing and her shoulders dropping in a way like a student hearing a bell ring before he had to answer a question they were unprepared for she began to turn back ot her room when she paused and nearly went rigid. That smell, that sensation, that aura that enguled all newly imprinted Sekirei. The pure unfiltered presence of her Ashikabi entoxicated her and she walked slowly into the room, her eyes clouded over in a haze.
She idly noted the room was bare save for a few opened boxes and a large pair of futons in the middle of the room. The futon further away from the door enrapured her senses. It was her Askikabi without a doubt, she could feel it in her bones. As if in a drunken haze she laid down atop the covers. Snuggling him she closed her eyes, sinking swiftly into sleep and thence to dreams.
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"Because you're my Ashikabi," she answered smiling as if it were obvious and brought her hands up to rub her eyes as she yawned.
Ichigo's face settled into a scowl at her words, remembering those very same words coming out of the Sekirei under him on more than one ocassion as if that that was the only excuse she needed to be overtly agressive towards him.
He sighed again, the mood between he and Uzume throughly ruined now. "Whatever," he grunted. "Uzume, I'm gonna get up now and go see about breakfast."
"Ok," she muttered, dissapointment clear in her voice while she laid there and Ichigo got up . Ichigo simply grunted, ignoring the still dazed Ikki for the moment as he put on a tee-shirt over his undershirt and walked off to see Miya. When he left, Uzume's head flopped back upon the futon, groaning irritably as she turned around and buried her face into her pillow.
"Damnit."
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Woooooooow this was a long time comming. Sorry for the delay but as you know, RL can be quite a bitch sometimes. Please do accepte this preview as a small token of our applogies and a peace offering. Hopefully it don't take too long to finish the chapter. As always, this is the very rough copy so spelling mistakes and such are to be expected until the FF.net copy is up.
On that note...
Enjoy.
====================
Bleach is created by Tite Kubo and distributed by Weekly Shonen Jump,
Shueisha, Studio Pierrot, TV Tokyo, Adult Swim, & Viz Media LLC.
Seikirei is created by Sakurako Gokurakuin and distributed by Young Gangan,
Square Enix, Seven Arcs & Funimation Entertainment
No permission has been obtained from any of the copyright holders for the use of the
characters and situations from this series. This work of fiction is not for profit and not
intended to infringe on copyrighted intellectual property in any significant or harmful
way.
Should they, or any of their affiliates, request it this non-profit story will
be taken off line as quickly as possible. Please support the official release.
Any original characters, however, are owned by me. If you steal them, I shall hunt you
down and skewer your nuts. You want to use them? Just ask me first as I'll probably say
yes.
Feedback is encouraged. That's why I write. Also for the cookies.
And The Root Beer. The sweet, nectar-of-the-gods root beer.
Flames are pointless, as the author is a flaming retard.
...hold up, that's not what I meant. Uh, let's just start the story.
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The room was dark.
This would be unusual if not for the fact that it was early morning. The sun was out and the sky was clear for a beautiful March morning as the early risers went about their day, enjoying the cool temperatures that the day promised. The room in question however hid all this with every window and link to the outside world closed shut, allowing no light to enter. Not unusual should the occupant be asleep and not wanting the sun to interfer however the occupant was not only awake but had been awake and out of bed for some time.
What saved the room from total darkness was the glow from the many, many computer screens which took up one entire wall and some of the two adjacent ones, her glasses reflecting the glow and masking her eyes should anyone been in there to see her. She was still, hands hovered over a keyboard as she took in the images she had brought up. The room was in total silence, save for her soft breathing and the hum of several computers. She drew in a long audible breath as her eyes flicked back and forth between the images in her screens.
On half of them held the image of a man with strawberry blonde hair, tall and strong in various modes of dress and several without. Most of the images were of him and a brunette that many would describe as jaw dropping in her beauty. Talking with each other, holding each other, and some simply with the two in the same frame. The one's she kept flicking her eyes to though were somewhat fuzzed do to being taken in the bath in heavy steam.
She licked her lips as her eyes traveled to the other half.
These moniters held another man, not quite as tall as the other speciman she had been looking at and not quite as imposing. He in several of the pictures slouched a bit, and some gave off a not so confident grin as he scratched his black hair. Like the other, he was not alone in most of his images. Many of them held two other girls, one of which could also be described as jaw dropping and the other a young child; cute as a button. In these pictures he could be seen talking or having fun or even give a semblence of playing. It was these that also made her heart pound, seeing his face without worry and the uncertainty that many of the images held.
And like the other, her eyes kept flickering to the ones where he was by himself, also in the bath.
Her lips smacked as she gazed at one of them and gasped as she had unconciously brought a hand to her breast. Quickly she looked to the special door to her room and heard nothing. Staying that way for a few more minutes she once more brought her attention to her screens.
'What to do, what to do...?' was the mantra that kept playing on in her mind.
She took in a shuddering breath, feeling herself grow a little bit warm before pushing past it to play her fingers over the keyboard. All the screens suddenly went dark before aglow anew just as fast, this time holding nothing but bathroom pictures of both of her specimans. Things had been gradually getting worse with both of them here and being cooped up. A few more clicks brought the live cameras online, and quickly she took a head count of who was where and doing what.
Quickly she flicked her eyes towards the door again.
She had to make a decision, and soon. There may not be another chance. And all she could do for the moment was the only thing that seemed to help clear her mind as her other hand slipped lower.
'Decisions, decisions,' was the last thought on her mind as she began another session.
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Ghostface211 presents
In Association with Wheeljack...
A Bleach - Sekirei Crossover
Veiled Moon
Feather Six: Yester-Me, Yester-You, Yesterday [nujabes remix]
Comments, Constructive Criticism, and MST 3000's can go to ghostface211@gmail.com
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Conciousness returned slowly for Ichigo Kurosaki.
His eyes opened slightly before closing, his foggy mind noting that his vision was blurred before closing them again, scowling slightly. Within his foggy mind were the retreating vestiges of what he could acertain was an odd dream.
But of what, exactly?
Despite not being able to recall anything visually there were still the echoes of what emotions he had felt.
But even those were retreating so he concentrated, his closed eyes shut harder as he tried to put them to words. He had felt...
Loneliness? Fear?
Wait, it wasn't him that was feeling that but it had been some...somebody else?
A brief flash of a blurred face came to him with their arm outstretched as if to reach for him.
And then it was gone.
He let out a puff of breath from his mouth he then brought his mind back to its current surroundings, pushing away a thought that if he went back to sleep with how comfortable it was he could continue that dream. He moved slighlty and grunted softly and his mind fed him further information that he was warm under the blanket and very, very comfortable with the left side of his head on the warm pillow.
Opening his eyes again, he noted that now his vision was a bit clearer as he saw he had also slept on his left side. Other bits of information continued to flood his mind as his head continued to clear; such as a comfortable warmth right in front of him. Lowering his eyes slightly he caught sight of brown hair as Uzume continued to sleep on. Blinking, he lifted his head slightly to roll it a bit before lying it back down on the pillow and realized that he and Uzume were spooning together and held his right arm over her, holding her close under the blanket.
So that was what was so comfortable.
He continued to blink, not minding that she was pressed to him and that his arm was wrapped under her own right arm, holding it close. He took in a breath and her scent as he found himself moving his head forward, allowing his chin to softly rub against her hair and closed his eyes again for a bit.
And with that, thoughts from last night began to return.
He continued to look downward at her head and felt her warmth and sighed before looking to the side, which from his angle would be the ceiling before bringing them back to the girl. Despite those thoughts, he allowed himself a small smile as he also continued to feel her warmth
He did feel better. Looks like rest did him a little bit of good. Oh, doubts were still there, some big ones, but they didn't feel as daunting as they had been yesterday.
What exactly those doubts were hadn't quite made it to his mind yet as more important thoughts came to fore.
Thoughts such as finding himself wanting to pull the girl a bit closer to him but realized exactly how close she had held his arm. Pulling her any closer from where his hand is now would be getting a decent feel of her breasts. As it was now his forearm was pressed slightly against them.
Not wanting to take advantage of her, he shoved away tempting thoughts as he pulled his arm back slowly.
No go.
Now, he pulled back a little harder and his arm began to slide away. And just as he was about to pull away she shifted a bit, her neck bending and her head pressing against the pillow a bit harder as she caught his forearm and pulled it back and relaxed.
His lips tightened a bit as his eyes moved around at his conundrum. Her arm seemed to hold his a little firmer now, and not only that his palm was now close enough that he was sure he had felt it brush against a nipple despite the t-shirt she was still wearing.
Oh man...
Ok now, the other problem was that her grip was starting to cut off circulation to his arm. So no matter where his hand was it was going to get uncomfortable fast if he didn't get his arm free. Again not wanting to take unfair advanatage he slowly moved his palm away to ball his hand into a fist, ensuring there was no way for an accidental grope. Pulling on his hand, he didn't pause as he did before, slowly changing the amount of strength necessary to pull away from her.
After a moment his arm slipped free and he raised it, slipping it out from under the blanket to stretch it to his side into the air. He opened his hands to stretch his fingers before closing them and opening again a few more times feeling the prickly feeling of his numb hand as blood rushed back into it . Satisfied that his circulation was back to normal he brought it down against the blanket to where her waist would be as her head was the only part of her that was not covered, not bothering to put it back under to hold her directly. He had just realized his misjudgment when she moaned quietly and turned her head slightly to her right to look at him as best she could from her position.
"Good morning," she said quietly with a yawn and started to roll her head a bit.
"'Morning," he responded back with the same quiet voice, waiting for her to settle back down to put his arm back under the blanket.to look at him, her eyes half lidded with sleep.
"Sleep well?" she asked, still quiet.
Before he could respond she pressed against him a bit, enjoying his warmth. With that he took his cue to put his arm under the blanket, reposition it to where it was and laid it against her waist in a hug. "Yeah," he told her.
"Mmm," she muttered in acknowledgement and smiled as she felt his arm at her waist and then frowned a bit. Turning her head again he half lidded eyes questioned him. He raised an eyebrow at her as she spoke it aloud. "You didn't have to move your arm away, it was rather comfortable," she told him.
"Well, unfortunately it was starting to get a bit numb. Besides...." he trailed off, not wanting to voice it aloud.
Blinking away more sleep from her eyes she prodded him. "Besides...?"
"I didn't want... I didn't want to... touch you... accidentally..."
"Is that all?" she asked with another yawn, not bothered in the slightest.
"Huh?"
"Ichigo," she started as she turned her head a bit more. "I don't mind it at all. I want you to touch me, any way you like anytime."
"Uzume," he grumbled as he looked away for a bit before turning back to her. "I don't want to take advantage of you..."
"But its not 'taking advantage' if you got full clearance for it, right?"
He sighed and closed his eyes. "Whatever..."
She giggled, more awake now. "Come on, Mr Prude. How 'bout right now?"
"Huh?" He responded smartly as he opened his eyes.
"Right now," she said and lifted her arm slightly as if to allow him easier access. "It's ok now, right. You've got verbal permission and everything."
He sputtered at that, trying to find a way to change the subject before turning away. "It's way too early in the morning for this."
She giggled again, and he found that she started to press up against him again and bit back a gasp at the new sensation hitting him. As she was now, his hips were aligned with her rear, and her rear was positioned just right as she pressed it backwards and motioned it up and down slowly and repeatedly. He held a shuddering breath and shivered slightly.
She smiled at his reaction and to what she was feeling and bit back a laugh. "Oh, it's early alright".
"U...Uzume...." he managed to get out, trying to ignore just how good it felt and the desire to let her continue. To his relief and disappointment she did stop, but kept herself pressed to him. With that, he turned his head to his left and buried his face into his pillow, knowing how red it must be and felt her shoulders near his chest shaking slighlty and new she was holding back another giggle.
When he felt that he was ready he turned his head back to her and laid against the pillow normally again. With a tight mouthed sigh he pushed himself up, ready to get out of bed when she held onto his right arm again.
"A little bit longer," she asked.
He looked at her.
"Please."
He looked away at his clock and considered it. It was still early, a little bit earlier than when he normally got out of bed. And for once listening to the other side of his conscious lowered himself back down with her, a large part of him satisfied with the decision. As he repositioned himself, she got his arm under hers again, but rather than bring it to her bosom she kept it at her waist and pressed against him again. Not as hard as it was a moment ago, but to the same as when they woke up.
He snorted at that, and did his best to ignore her sigh of contentment or his own warm feelings building up.
Several minutes would pass in silence as both enjoyed the others company in silence, and it would be several minutes later when Uzume would be the first to move, turning herself so that she laid on her back and looked at Ichigo. With that he found himself repositioning himself so that he was using his left arm for support as he lifted himself to get a better look at her, the blanket pulling away now that he could see her neck and the top of her t-shirt and shoulders.
He stayed at that position for a few moments, taking her in as she looked at him and she smiled, her hand now covering his at her waist and squeezed it.
Ichigo found something within him tighten at that as he continued to gaze at her, finding himself struck again at how beautiful she was, some of her chocolate colored hair spilled out behind her and her awake eyes shining at him.
Without any bidding his head started to lower to her when he caught himself. Outwardly he hadn't moved or done anything to show that he was thinking, but inwardly his mind was awhirl with what he was about to do.
With a good night's rest and the playful banter that had happend a bit ago he had found his mind clear, as if whatever happened yesterday hadn't happened at all. All that he saw was the girl he was with and that he had enjoyed himself with each others company, and that he was now...
He blinked, pausing at what he was feeling right now and looked at the girl below and came to a realization that shook him.
I want this.
This was more than admitting that she was worming her way into his heart. This was more than admitting that it was working. In this breif clarifying moment, he knew what he wanted and wanted to act on it.
Lips parting slightly, he lowered his head.
She blinked, noticing his movements and with startled realization what he was doing. Outside the other night, she had initiated all of their kisses, and now... Heart fluttering, she lifted herself to meet him, her lips parting as she found herself feeling as if she were floating upward.
Eyes on each others, they slowly approached one another, his falling bangs first touching her forehead as they turned their heads slightly to allow their lips to-
"Mmmhmmm....."
Both paused.
"Aaaahhh hhaaaaaaaaahhhhhhmmmm."
A yawn. From neither of them. Both blinked at each other.
Movement came from Ichigo's left side, and his eyes narrowed slightly. "The hell is that?" he growled.
He was answered shortly as he felt a slight weight that he had not noticed previously lift off behind him. A smaller yawn graced his ears along with a slight smacking of the lips. Turning to look behind him, his eyes widened at the figure rising behind him.
Scratching her head slightly, Ikki very grogily made her presence known to her ashikabi and his first Sekirei. Laying atop Uzume's neighboring futon, she was still dressed in the yukata she had recieved after being brought to Izumo. Her left arm dangled idly at her side, and the yukata was loose enought to give Ichigo a flash of skin that revealed a hint of muscle and the much more noticible swell of her left breast.
"Mornin'" she grogily greeted. "Izzit breakfat time yet?"
"What..." Ichigo paused at the disheveled sight of this girl before him and continued. "What are you doing here?!"
Under him, Uzume lifted her head up to get a better view at the developing scene in front of her with a look of mixed irritation and acceptance. She should have expected this from her new 'sister' Sekirei, but the fact that she just got robbed of a kiss from her Ashikabi. A kiss he was initiating no less, left her with very little sympathy to start with.
Ikki remained blissfully unaware as she smiled at her Ashikabi, "What am I doing? I'm sleeping with you of course."
"Yeah, I figured," Ichigo gruffly replied. "But why are you?"
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Last Night...
As Ikki walked the hallway towards Ichigo's room, she couldn't help but feel a bit of apprehension as she drew ever closer to her Ashikabi's room. A part of her cursed her instinctive need to be close to her Ashikabi at this moment. Considering Nanaha's condition she should be near her little sister, looking over her and doing whatever she could to aid in the process.
But then Nanaha would remind her that she was a fighter, not a healer. And that she was just doing as all sekirei should. Spending time getting to know her special person. She would tell Ikki to stop being so worried probably. But she couldn't help it.
Even sisters need to forget for a spell...
Right?
Right!
With that thought in her head, the passionate Sekirei shook her head and resumed her march towards Ichigo's room. Reaching his door, she sucked in a breath to calm her nerves and lifted her hand to the door and stopped.
She gulped as her mind began to race with what she was about to do.
'Do I? Don't I? Do I? Don't I? Filled her head as her eyes unfocused as this question raged in her mind to be answered.
Seconds turned to minutes and before long half an hour passed with Ikki's hand still hovering above the door as she continued to nibble her lower lip.
Finally, taking in a shuddering breath her quivering hand softly rapped on the door. "Ichigo-sama?" she quietly asked and winced. Gulping she rapped the door a little harder but before she could say anything door creaked open slightly.
She peeked her head in and softly called out her Ashikabi's name again. No one answered. It almost seemed like no one else was around before she took her hand to ball it into a fist and lightly rapped her head. Of course there'd be no answer if he was asleep. Sighing and her shoulders dropping in a way like a student hearing a bell ring before he had to answer a question they were unprepared for she began to turn back ot her room when she paused and nearly went rigid. That smell, that sensation, that aura that enguled all newly imprinted Sekirei. The pure unfiltered presence of her Ashikabi entoxicated her and she walked slowly into the room, her eyes clouded over in a haze.
She idly noted the room was bare save for a few opened boxes and a large pair of futons in the middle of the room. The futon further away from the door enrapured her senses. It was her Askikabi without a doubt, she could feel it in her bones. As if in a drunken haze she laid down atop the covers. Snuggling him she closed her eyes, sinking swiftly into sleep and thence to dreams.
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"Because you're my Ashikabi," she answered smiling as if it were obvious and brought her hands up to rub her eyes as she yawned.
Ichigo's face settled into a scowl at her words, remembering those very same words coming out of the Sekirei under him on more than one ocassion as if that that was the only excuse she needed to be overtly agressive towards him.
He sighed again, the mood between he and Uzume throughly ruined now. "Whatever," he grunted. "Uzume, I'm gonna get up now and go see about breakfast."
"Ok," she muttered, dissapointment clear in her voice while she laid there and Ichigo got up . Ichigo simply grunted, ignoring the still dazed Ikki for the moment as he put on a tee-shirt over his undershirt and walked off to see Miya. When he left, Uzume's head flopped back upon the futon, groaning irritably as she turned around and buried her face into her pillow.
"Damnit."
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