When Rukia leans back, her gaze first fixes itself on his smile. It starts at the lips, a slight curve in the direction that Ichigo rarely allows himself, one that Rukia runs lightly over with the pad of her thumb in either direction until she meets with the slight dips at the corners, running over them with ghosted touches, as though she might smooth them out. But the smile goes beyond that curve, softens his entire expression and makes him look younger, somehow, in the face. Older in the eyes. More than anything, it makes Rukia think, and she draws slightly into herself in the process, almost shy. Certainly wanting.
"You're sure that I won't bore you?" she teases, casting a glance out the window. "The city out there is still pretty big and bustling. If you're feeling restless, I don't know." Shy again, with a flush dusting her cheeks, Rukia's gaze drops down the center of his chest as her fingers graze against the fabric of his shirt, pressing soft shadows there.
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Date: 2012-10-20 04:34 pm (UTC)"You're sure that I won't bore you?" she teases, casting a glance out the window. "The city out there is still pretty big and bustling. If you're feeling restless, I don't know." Shy again, with a flush dusting her cheeks, Rukia's gaze drops down the center of his chest as her fingers graze against the fabric of his shirt, pressing soft shadows there.