What digs at her is the desire to be impulsive. The little thrum of energy that keeps her intensely aware of every detail, even when they all seem to suggest that she should settle, relax into the warmth of Ichigo's hold. Gradually, she unfurls herself, her legs sneaking out to drape over Ichigo's lap, pink tongue dragging her lower lip between her teeth before she leans forward, tracing the line of Ichigo's jaw with the bridge of her nose. It's been hours since he was out, but there's still a scent that lingers about him, smelling of the outdoors. Brisk. Winter's bound to be upon them soon.
"I'm a lot faster than you give me credit for," Rukia points out, lifting her hand from his chest and letting it trace along the side of Ichigo's cheek. It's softer than she expects. Strange now, she thinks — how often they're together, and yet how many of these facts have slipped her entirely until now. Carefully, she nudges herself further under the shadow of Ichigo's jaw, kisses ghosting down his neck. "I could run. But I don't want to."
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Date: 2012-10-19 03:10 am (UTC)"I'm a lot faster than you give me credit for," Rukia points out, lifting her hand from his chest and letting it trace along the side of Ichigo's cheek. It's softer than she expects. Strange now, she thinks — how often they're together, and yet how many of these facts have slipped her entirely until now. Carefully, she nudges herself further under the shadow of Ichigo's jaw, kisses ghosting down his neck. "I could run. But I don't want to."