Log; Complete

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When; Sept. 26, late at night
Rating; NC-17 for second part
Characters; Urahara Kisuke 1hatwonder, Shihouin Yoruichi goddes_of_flash
Summary; Upon going into the woods for some sparring, the two shinigami get attacked by the Claymore, Ophelia. After the battle, Kisuke finally discovers the truth behind the exchange that Yoruichi did to get Benihime back, and it's something he doesn't approve of...




Stopping his head from spinning from the sensation, he gained his control back and tugged at the bottom of her shirt, exposing her stomach as his hand trailed upwards. Touching where the wounds had cut across her skin, he curiously ran his fingers across the dried blood. "Does it hurt still?"

It was probably a dumb question, given what their activity was now, and he quickly dismissed it as he managed to pull her shirt off, and began a trail of kisses upwards stopping at her neck. Biting with equal strength as hers, he was secretly determined to mark her as his as she did to him so often.

For once, she found herself not minding the way he claimed her neck with his mouth, teeth digging into dark skin. If anything, the idea of Kisuke being that possessive, that intense -- not that he couldn't be intense at other times when he wanted to be -- was a source of nearly instant arousal. Well, moreso than Kisuke already was a source of that.

Arching her back and pressing her torso flush against his, she ran her tongue along the rim of his ear, drawing the lobe into her mouth to suckle on it before letting go to whisper in his ear. "Make love to me, Kisuke."

She never asked for it. Ever. It just wasn't her, that was the sort of thing that romantic couples did, not the two of them. It was always "I want you, Kisuke" or "let's not let the day go to waste~" or some other flippant and flirtatious quip. Never something so straightforeward and.... honest.

His hips bucked into hers at those words, lighting fire to his senses to overdrive. He already appreciated every inch of her and being asked to love it even more? It was almost more than he could bear as he aknowleged his restricted clothes.

Managing to sit up halfway, he pulled off his haori and kosode and met her skin flushed as he pulled her in a passionate kiss again. One hand had entwined in her dark hair, as the other moved to cup one of her breasts. He wanted to hear her moan, to buck against him, anything to remind him how much he loved having her react like this. Desire and need was pushing him further, begging for more and more, yet he was determined to keep himself level-headed and pace himself.

With that thought in mind, he managed to break off the kiss, placed the hand that was just at her breast, and moved it to her waist. Only smirking against her collarbone as his only warning, he rolled them over to switch spots to where she was now straddling him. It was all about control, and even though her being on top was nothing new, it would allow him to keep that pace he was determined to hold onto.

Hands trailed down her spine, past the small of her back, to cup her buttocks and draw her hips to his, giving her no doubt as to how aroused he was as he trailed featherlight kisses across her jawline.

Easily righting herself and resting palms against his chest, she arched her back with a purr at the feel of his lips against her skin, soft brushes of flame ghosting over her flesh. Grinning down at him, she took advantage of his move to rock her hips against his, pressing his hardness against her through their clothes.

Oh no, she knew perfectly well how badly he wanted it. And that he would likely be an intolerable git about it and make her wait like he always did. Damn Kisuke. If she didn't want him so badly herself right now, she'd have half a mind to get up and see how he liked it. But then, if he didn't tease her, he wouldn't be Kisuke. It was half the fun of things, after all.

Digging her nails slightly into the skin of his chest, she growled and leaned down, biting into the side of his neck.

Her skin was smooth like as if moisture never left it at any time. Even underneath the dried blood, it'd crack off or resist, as he glided fingertips across her chest.

Teeth sunk in his neck, hitting a nerve combination there and near his groin just right, causing a low moan escape. "T-torture, Yoru~ichi..." He smiled and allowed himself to sit up slightly, so he could gain access further down her neck, past where he had marked her earlier.

There was one particularly long streak of dried blood where a slash had opened up along the top curve of her left breast moving inward. Lightly he touched the blood with his tounge and lazily followed it downwards. He wanted to express his appreciation to her, but nothing could come to mind that wouldn't sound repeatitive or cliche. It was very frusterating when the cliche was oh-so-true, though.

He would have to release himself of the guilt, he mentally noted when the blood trail ended just within her cleavage. He would have to accept that she did this for him, out of love, and that she was more than capable to handle it. Yet he knew he'd never forgive himself if things got out of hand, and she'd become dangerously weak at his own hands. However, pressing of hips brought him out of his thoughts as he lightly bit her at the top of her breast.

Purring again, throat vibrating against his lips, she let dark fingers curl into pale hair with a faint hiss as hands and lips trailed further down her body. Torture? Sure, that was true, but it was a good kind of torture. Letting hands slip down the front of his chest, gliding over muscles and pale blood-streaked skin, she absently traced nails over the lines of muscle she knew so well, skimming down over the tie at the front of his pants to glide over the rather prominent bulge in the front. Smirking, she pressed her hips harder against him as she pressed more insistently with fingers, knowing full well that if he thought what she'd been doing before was torture, he was in for an unpleasant -- or perhaps even more pleasent -- surprise.

"Torture, Kis~u~ke? Then does that mean you don't want me doing this~?"

Hips bucked into hers, pressing into her hands more. He temporarily lost any thought other than, "By all means... don't stop..." In emphasis, he managed to arch his back.

His own fingers glided again down her back and played small circles on her thighs, moving along with the only fabric left on her. Taking a breath, he continued back on his track of staying in control, to try and drag this out as long as possible, even though the touching and teasing were sending his mind through a loop.

"Oh.....I don't intend to, Kisuke~"

Tongue followed the path her fingers had taken, tracing down along his chest and stomach as those same fingers stroked patterns over the front of his pants, tugging at the ties. With a mischeivous glint in her eyes, she slipped one long finger under the waist, curling it down to graze a fingernail across taught skin, tongue darting out slightly to lick along her bottom lip.

"Mmmm.....all this because of me~ Kisuke~?"

"Ah, when is it not~?" He arched his back enough where his hips barely raised off the floor, and he dug the heels of his palms to his eyelids, supressing the load moan that nearly escaped. He was struggling with his control, yet in such a situation like this, it usually was better for things to take their course... not that he was really complaining.

Moving a hand down, he tucked some of the dark hair behind her ear before entangling his fingers within the thick tresses, tugging slightly.

She could tell that his control was wavering, that she only needed to push him but so much farther. Growling slightly at the tug of thicker fingers tangling into her hair, she gave a quick yank to the front of his pants, getting the fabric well out of the way. Before he could do anything, she had leaned down and swirled rough tongue over his tip, slowly and deliberately.

If he could resist that, then she would have to give the man props for self-control. Not that she really thought he could. If he'd known what she was planning, he doubtless would have tried to stop her. After all, Kisuke knew just as well as she did the effect her tongue's rough surface had on him when applied to such a sensitive area.

The moan he was trying so hard to supress previously escaped, starting low in the back of throat, almost building up.

"Y-Yoru!" He practically banged his head against the floor, trying to keep his hips under control over the loud begging of nerves to buck. Her tongue was rough, just like a cat's, and made moments like these absolutely difficult to control his overly sensitive nerves.

Once, twice her tongue swirled at his tip, and again he was suppressing himself until... No, she didn't just take him in her mouth, as he attempted to convince himself, before one slow long lick that sealed the deal.

Tugging hard enough on her hair to momentairly pull her up - that was all he needed to use those quick reflexes to swing a leg over and knock her off balance, pushing her back to the ground beneath him. He didn't care if 'make love' was suppose to be meaningful and slow, he was too overtaken by desire and lust.

Lips came crashing to hers, sloppy at first before he eased up. A thumb moved down and rolled a perked nipple, before placing his full palm and lightly rolled and pinched. He paid attention there a bit longer before fingers slid down her flat stomach to the waistband of her pants, and without warning, slide underneath to cup the wet apex of her legs.

With a wicked grin against her neck, "Do you want this~ Yoruichi?" A finger pressed just above her fold at the bundle of nerves that lied there, and continued to rub it before slipping a finger in her.

Arching her back, she dug nails into his shoulders as she felt his hands slide over her skin, finger pressing into her moist center. God, she loved it when he was like this, all aggression and control, caution and inhibitions thrown to the wind. In a way, this was the real Kisuke, with the layers of masks and facades stripped away, broken down to the bare bones. Kisuke was so many things, in so many faces and forms, but she couldn't really deny that her favourite of them all was the man with the burning intensity in his eyes who pinned her down beneath him and brought her to heaven again and again and again.

A low keening wail broke from her throat as her hips bucked towards his hand, sinking his finger deeper into her core and arching her neck to give his mouth better access. Did she want it? God, yes. She always wanted it, in fact she couldn't remember a time when she hadn't wanted Kisuke, hadn't envisioned his hands and mouth gliding across her skin. Even when they were younger, she could remember waking up at night in a cold sweat, mind full of images of his kiss, his touch, the imagined feel of his body pressed to hers, pushing into her and bringing her ecstasy.

And now, when such imagined fantasies were well within her reach, nigh a regularity, it was always a pleasent and wonderful surprise that no matter how many times they did this, the sensations never dulled, the newness never seemed to rub off, and their mutual desire for each other never seemed to ebb.

"Now, now..." he bit her neck again, teasing as he continued to pump his finger in and out of her a couple times before managing to slide another in. The strokes were varying between short and fast and just as she was starting to catch on to the pace, he slowed down and moved long and slow.

Sometimes it surprised him how long they had stayed together. Sure, they had their rough moments, but he was sure the year or two leading up to his exile would've destroyed everything between the two, due to his unyielding stress over the hougyoku's creation, all the secrecy he kept to himself even from her, until it all finally came crashing down with realization of what he had done hit him. Unfortunately by then, it was too late and all hell broke loose.

But moments like this never were forgotten, even from day one when their curiosity of how far they could push each other resulted in rather unexpected, yet satisfying endeavor. They both pushed each other to their goals, ignored others prying curiosity until he became captain and she the commander of the shinigami special forces and they 'acidentally' got too caught up in the heat of the moment and soon stories, in quite extensive variety, spread across the entirety of Soul Society.

Yet they didn't care, as they did currently on the floor where anyone could walk in at any moment. Urahara was too far from concerned at this moment - nothing was going to detract him unless the temple caught on fire.

The whimper only increased in pitch as he added a second finger, scissoring them slightly and pushing them deeper, moving faster within her. Why he wouldn't just keep the pace, and stop switching to that agonizingly slow rhythm, she had no idea. Right now it didn't really matter why, she surmised, as long as he just didn't stop.

"Kisuke...."

She knew he loved to hear his name on her lips, husky and breathless with passion and lust, lips turning the syllables themselves into a caress of sound and sensation that only intensified experience, and in a moment like this it wasn't hard to oblige him as her senses left her, spiraling outward and taking conscious thought with them.

He shivered at the sound, how it rang out, and took hold of him. It was just his name, it shouldn't have so much influence... yet coming from her it was everything.

Picking up the pace, he wanted to draw her near, to hear his name strainly escape from her again. "Are you sure you want this, Yor-u-ichi?" He drug out the syllables of her name in an octave deeper. Again, she began to get used to his pace, and he slowed down enough to change the angle he was at and thrusted harder. He was more than willing to bring her over the edge before he claimed her... she was blessed with the physiology that allowed her such a thing. "Is it...harder that you want?" She had teased him, now he was glad to pay it back.

Breath coming in ragged moans, she swallowed hard, nails digging into his shoulders and chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "K..Kisuke......ng.....more...need more....."

It wasn't in her nature to beg, but right now she didn't care. She wanted more, and she wanted it from him. His fingers, his lips, his tongue. Shifting her hips, she tried to match his pace, whimpering in frustration when he changed it up again, keeping her a tantalizing distance from that edge but never letting her get any closer. Torture? What she'd done to him before hadn't been torture. This was torture.

"Tell me... what you want..." He continued the pace, bringing her closer, then in a cruel fashion, stopped. "Yoruichi." He pulled the fingers out, and with a soft snap of the waist of her pants, removed his hand entirely.

He loved it, the way she got all hot and bothered, dug her nails into his skin (it didn't matter how often he asked her to clip them, little crest moons always marked his pale skin), how she huffed in that agonizing frusteration. She was so head-strong, independant, that she always felt, heaven forbid, asking for something was below her. She usually just ordered people around or got whatever she wanted herself.

That's why making her beg like this was always so delightful.

He slipped his hands just underneath the waistband and pulled the fabric down her long, smooth legs, yet he avoided any sensitive areas. "All you have to do... is ask."

Teeth set against her lower lip, biting back whimpered moans of his name. Damn him, the bastard. She knew he loved to make her beg, but that didn't mean she liked the begging part. Golden eyes blinked, focusing hazy gaze on him in a glare, broken moan at the removal of his hand the only evidence of how much she didn't want it to move.

"God....damn you....Kisuke...."

Wrapping legs around his waist, she tightened her grip, trying to pull him against her, angling her hips towards him. If he wouldn't do it, she'd do it for him.

"Ah-ah~" Although he let out a soft groan from her actions, he slipped a hand to her lower abdomen and pushed her back down. "You didn't... ask!"

On most normal circumstances, she probably would've had him at that, but he was determined to make her beg. And he continued to torture her, with soft nips at her skin, a glide of tongue, roaming fingers that went everywhere but where she wanted it. She was trying to hold back, he could tell, but he knew her will would shortly break. Yoruichi could call him a sadistic bastard all she wanted, but it wouldn't change how much he loved to drive her insane with his teasing.

Growling, gritting teeth, she pushed against his hand, knowing full well that she could complain and fight all she liked and there was one simple fact she'd have to acquiese to. He was stronger than she. She may have been faster -- not that there was ever really any question about that -- but when it came down to brute strength, she had the lower hand.

"You are such a bastard, Kisuke..."

It took so much strength, so much willpower, to hold in the moans and whimpers as fingers and tongue and mouth drifted so close and yet so far, teasing her with desperately close touches and then withdrawing. She couldn't take it, it was too much. Throwing her head back, dark hair spread around her like ink spilled on the floor, she bit her lip against a groan, golden eyes slitting back open to level a glare at him. "Stop.....teasing.....Kisuke.......and put....your hand....back."

"Just my hand? Oh~ I would've thought you'd want a little... something more" He brushed her hair away from her face, and with that stupid trademark grin that she hated, smiled at her.

The slow pace, the little teasing banter that made it last much longer than it could've - it made him think of their days upon graduating from the academy, where they'd train together and end up just like this in their training facility.

As she asked, he moved his hand closer to her core and gave one feather-light rub to her clit. "Are you sure this is all. you. want?"

Her neck arched back, teeth biting down on lower lip with a gasp before she glared at him, nearly spitting the words. "Of course it isn't all I fucking want, Kisuke.... Want all of you...."

The bastard was going to be so sorry later, of that she had no doubt at all. If only because she would make sure that he was very very sorry for tormenting her like this. Never mind that when he finally did stop teasing her, the result would be mind-blowing.

Slowing the pace down, he trailed kisses across her collarbone, "What was...that?" He smiled again before kissing her where her neck and shoulder met, biting down enough to leave a mark, but not as strongly as before.

Again he was straddling her, positioned to enter, but he had to hear her beg one last time, to entwine her fingers in his hair and demand for him to take action. Sure it was slightly painful as things tended to get tangled, but not nearly as painful as his body screaming for release. He wanted to take her, oh so very badly, but he needed that last confirmation, that last hissed cursed plea at him to push him over the edge.

Yoruichi wasn't sure what was the more irritating thing. That he was backing her into the proverbial corner to make her beg for it.... or the fact that desires to the contrary she knew that when the chips were down, she would. Dark-skinned fingers coiled their way into blond hair, yanking his head back away from her with a low growl so she could send a golden stare to pierce his stormy one. "You want me to tell you what I want, Kisuke? Fine."

She pulled his head back towards her, pausing when their noses were only an inch or so apart, narrowing her eyes. "I want you to shove your cock into me and pound me until my eyes cross. That good enough for you, Ki~su~ke~?" Hardly giving him time to respond, she simply closed the inch between them to claim his mouth with her own.

Holding back was out of the question, as he grasped one of her thighs and finally thrusted in her. "G-good enough... for me..." He groaned against her lips with the new sensation.

His thrusts were slow at first, as each body accommodated each other, then gradually he picked up the speed, as the kiss deepened, matching the desperate need for release. Her hands tugged at his hair, encouraging him along as he set the pace, hands gripping tight enough to possibly leave faint marks if one looked close enough.

Tongue pressing against his, invading his mouth as panted breaths came hot and fast, she shifted slightly, hooking a knee over each of his arms. Groaning as the slight change in position let him push even deeper into her, she could feel nails break skin as fingers curled tight against the skin of his shoulders.

Given the strength of his grip on her, he would likely manage to leave bruises even on her dark skin, but she didn't care. At the moment, all she cared about was the near-violent rhythm of his body driving into hers over and over as she whimpered his name into his ear.

His heart was pounding in his chest, as the pace kept at a steady, quick rhythm. Sweat had slickened their bodies as the rthym played through them. In, out, harder.... Urahara hissed slightly at Yoruichi's strong fingers pressed in his skin. "You... should cut those!" His eyes closed momentarily, as he thrusted harder and farther in.

They had been like this plenty of times, but no matter how often or how little they had sex, it always felt so deliciously good. It was one thing that seemed to always stay constant between the two, and they often ended up, in some form or another, like this.

The kiss was broken, as he heavily panted against her neck. Being able to keep such a quick and deep pace - he wish it could last forever. Managing to swallow and attempt to regulate his breathing, he slowed the pace down as his grey-blue eyes caught hers. Slow... deep, he wanted her to really feel it.

Even in the heat of the moment, she still managed to roll her eyes at him before her head was lolling back again, shuddering at the feel of his breath against her neck. God, it didn't matter who else there had been, or how often they did this, there was nothing to compare to the feel of Kisuke buried so deep inside her, hips rocking against her own.

Groaning as he slowed the pace, she found her eyes trapped by his gaze, losing herself in those blue-grey depths the same way she'd first lost herself in them all those years ago. Arching her back and pressing her body against his she bit her lower lip to stifle the moans as his shift in rhythem drew everything out, enhancing and expanding sensation until the only thing she could feel was the languid roll of his hips against hers, pushing him deeper and deeper into her, her legs wrapped tightly around his hips as she met him midway at each thrust, his name a low whimpering mantra falling from her lips.

Usually things were always so rushed, so hurried, frantic as if they couldn't stand not to have their hands on each other, couldn't bear the absence of the other's fingers gliding over sweat-slicked skin. This....this was different. Slow, deliberate....

Always riding on emotions, always hoping others would be able to understand him... This brought back memories of the past, especially the night where he broke down in front of her, confessing everything he had been doing all those previous weeks, the hougykou's creation and its abilities, various other experiments he had been working on that were deemed "extremely dangerous" and considered "questionable intentions", why he couldn't sleep anymore, why he had grown thin, serious, and lackluster.

Words had spilled forth in a flurry, limbs in tangles within each other, emotions coming out he hadn't expressed in months... Urahara remembered that night too well, where he treated her so delicately, asked so sincerely to touch her, just as he did now. They often were so greedy, demanding as lips traveled across skin, teeth biting down where skin was unmarred and clear, quickly begging for release, but he had to change it now.

Steady, he loosened his grip, yet didn't let go. Gentley, he pulled out and pushed deep within her and repeated the motions again and gradually increased speed. That distant, tightening sensation began to grow deep within, warning him that the end was not too far off as he softly groaned with each thrust.

She could feel it, the spring of heated sensation coiling deep in her belly, winding tighter and tighter, another crank of the wheel with each thrust he made, moaning as she felt him slowly pick up the pace, rhythem climbing a slope up to that pinnacle where she knew they would both find release. Eyelids fluttered, yellow irises hazy and unfocused, cheeks flushed and chest heaving with every gasp for breath.

"K...Kisuke.....don't stop......"

Forcing eyes open, she sought out his gaze, searching for those stormy-hued eyes she'd fallen for so long ago. Groping for one of his hands, she threaded fingers through it, dark interlacing with light as she leaned up to mold her mouth over his.

Nothing would make him stop, being so near the edge like this. His movements were starting to become more erratic, so close, so near...

Their lips met and it was just as demanding as their movements. It was all about how close they could be, as her legs tightened around him even more, their hands entwined and palms pressed together on the floor, his other hand cupping her cheek, trying to stay with her in the kiss.

With a slight shift, or Urahara swore it was something of the sort, hit just the right place, toppling him over the edge. Muscles contracted and pleasure screamed throughout his body as he muffled his cry of release in the kiss. With weaker rocking of hips, he road out the pleasure and the aftershock.

Yoruichi could feel it, feel the thin thread linking her to reality and sanity snap, unravelling in a cascade of sensation as hips bucked wildly against his, muscles clenching and spasming around him.

She could feel his own release as it crashed into her, feel the stiffening in his body, the low moan that spilled into her mouth from his throat. Whimpering, she rode out the aftershocks, hips still jerking and trembling against his, nerves oversensitized nearly to the point of pain. It was exquisite, perfect, everything it always seemed to be and somehow more. Tightening her arms around his neck, she nuzzled her face into sweaty skin, panting.

"God....Kisuke......so good....."

He couldn't speak, while his breaths still coming in pants, trying to catch up. All he could manage was to nod against her and smile.

If only time could stop, even though it felt like it did during the fight out in the woods when he turned and saw the aftermath of Benihime's deal, he'd love to stay like this forever - this feeling of completion and invincibility.

"Tonight..." He fought to regulate his breathing, "Tonight I'll leave." He shouldn't bring this up, yet it felt like throwing words back at her as so often she would, without hesitation, tell him the same thing during the short breaks that she would return to him from Soul Society.

He was still slightly angry over the whole thing, her hiding the truth from him, yet he couldn't help his emotions being worn on the sleeve of his shirt whenever she was around, and he had to work on that. His plan was to train just as he did when he was determined to release his bankai, to create a Tenshintai and to train one on one with Benihime, who wasn't afraid to chastize him and his actions nor forget to remind him about being a shinigami.

He moved to once again entwine their hands where he squeezed hers as he brought his lips against her neck, placing a soft nip before kissing her slowly, sucking. His mind was full of 'if only's, but duty comes first and he cleared away such thoughts.

She nodded. It would have been pointless to try and ignore the impending seperation, to try and act like this was any other time. Watching him gasping, trying to catch his breath, she closed her eyes at the feel of his lips softly sucking on her skin.

"Then stay.... until then..."

It was unusual at best, for her to ask him to stay -- or for either of them to be talking about it, for that matter -- but right now that was just what she wanted. To be like this, warm and content, the slight humming of her nerves still buzzing through her mind like an underlying current, enhancing other feelings and sensations. Nuzzling her head against his, she sighed, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone.

He nodded softly, "I will..." and he stayed against her warmth for a few more minutes before finally sitting up.

With a wide grin, he looked at their messy surroundings - a small blood trail that ended about where they were, with the rug itself being bloody, their clothes were scattered around them, then he busted into laughter. "We really don't leave anything to imagination to those who live here, do we?"

His eyes drifted along her body, studying her. "Nor on us, either!" He imagined his pale skin would be quite marred later, as hers would be.

Still sprawled on her back, hair spread out around her, she just grinned up at him, eyes trailing over his lithe form. She loved the way he looked, scruffy chin and messy hair notwithstanding. He was right, as she could already see the faint outline of what would soon be dark bruises against his fair skin. With a laugh, she shook her head, propping herself up on her elbows.

"No, I guess we don't. Though I imagine with the bruises I leave, you must have absolutely no luck with any of the other ladies, Kisuke~"

A raised eyebrow and a rather uncharacteristic giggle, and she pushed herself up with a soft grunt, testing muscles she knew from experience would be sore later. Sure, they'd done this sort of thing so many times, but even taking that into account they still went overboard here and there. And invariably ended up paying for it later. Not that either of them tended to complain.

Reaching over her shoulder to gather her long hair, she twisted it, pulling it over her shoulder with a scowl, picking at the dried blood in it. "God, I wish I had the energy to turn into a cat right now. It's so much easier to keep fur clean..."

With a grin, he leaned over her, touching his nose to hers. "Why would I be with other ladies when I have you, Yoru~? They don't add half the fun that you do~"

He leaned back slightly and placed his hands on her shoulders, thumb rubbing in circular motions, "We have alot of training to do... To try and work out this situation and such."

With a kiss to her cheek, he whispered in her ear, "Wanna go to the hot springs? I'll scrub your back~"

Chuckling slightly, she tilted her head up to press lips gently to his. Really, he could be quite sweet when he wanted to be. "Of course they don't. I've ruined you for anyone else, Ki~su~ke~."

With a purr, she leaned her head back, enjoying the feel of his thumbs digging into tense muscles. Training was certainly enjoyable, but right now the hotspring sounded even more appealing. Smiling, she nodded. "Mmmm, can we go to the one downstairs~? You know.... ours?"

"Sounds like a plan..." He slipped his fingers away from her skin, and began collecting the clothes that was within reach. Managing to slip back into his pants, he stood up and attempted to put the room back in order, "ehhh... I think there might be some blood stains for a while." He scratched the back of his head with a grin, before glancing at Yoruichi's lazy form and throwing her clothes on top of her, "If you were able to change into a cat, what fun would we have at the hot springs~?"

"Heh, true."

Eskewing her own clothes, she pushed herself up on one arm and made a grab for his haori, fingers snagging the edge of dark green cloth and yanking the garment over to tug around her shoulders. Glancing up at him from beneath dark violet fringe, she raised an eyebrow as though daring him to say anything. After all, he had said once that he thought it looked better on her. Grabbing the strip of cloth she usually put in her hair, she wrapped it around her waist, cinching the haori closed before standing up shakily.

He shook his head and picked up the rest of the items on the floor, including his hat and cane. With a shake of his head, he just smirked at her dress, "Should I let you keep that? Blood and all to remember me by while I'm training?" He knew the answer, yet he couldn't help to tease and note how damned cute she was wearing it.

Why didn't he let her wear his haori, even his old captain one, more often? The world may never know, as he slowly moved down the hall, towards the outside of the temple, to the enterance of the underground training facility.

In just a few hours they would be seperated for at least three weeks. In a way, he was saddened about it, after growing so comfortable with her around so much, yet he knew, as he so often reminded himself, it was needed. Seeing her wearing his haori like that and how he reacted was enough to tell him they needed it.

Shaking her head with a laugh, she struck a pose, sticking out her tongue. "I don't think I need something like this to remember you by, Kisuke. Besides..."

Stepping over, she rested her forehead against his chest. "I hardly think I'd be likely to forget, Kisuke~. Now, about that hotspring... does it come with a massage?~"

"Oh~ It might, Yoruichi~ It just might." He sing-songed through the door with her, holding out his arm to have hers wrap around. "And when I'm done training, I'll surprise you with my moves that won you over so long ago~" He winked at her, knowing he'd get the typical eye roll.

She wasn't going to disappoint him, as eyebrows raised, and golden orbs rolled back in mock exasperation. "Really, Kisuke~ You think those same tired old moves will work again~"

Winding an arm around his, she winked up at him, following him down the hallway, head resting lightly against his shoulder.