"Yeah, I know," he murmurs, before moving on instinct, tumbling forward against her face. It isn't a kiss to her lips, but one pressed to her cheek, beside her nose, gentle by nature, but not refined enough to be practiced or tentative. Just a wet purse of lips and pressure against her soft skin that lingers just long enough to make it a statement of emotion, if not a declaration of intent.
When he pulls away, he exhales in a long sigh, thin eyebrows knitting themselves even further as the slope of his shoulders, for whatever reason, starts to pull itself into a sulk. He's just waiting to hear her laugh about it, or maybe politely inform him that Byakuya would kill him and string him up if he ever even thought about doing anything in the vicinity of Rukia's virtue. Some old-fashioned word like that.
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Date: 2012-07-28 05:28 am (UTC)When he pulls away, he exhales in a long sigh, thin eyebrows knitting themselves even further as the slope of his shoulders, for whatever reason, starts to pull itself into a sulk. He's just waiting to hear her laugh about it, or maybe politely inform him that Byakuya would kill him and string him up if he ever even thought about doing anything in the vicinity of Rukia's virtue. Some old-fashioned word like that.