tampered | Order

Order

When; Morning after Ran's fight
Rating; PG13
Characters; Sands (

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Summary; Sands is watching over his hurt body guard pretending she needs it.
Log; just don't know when to lay down and give it a rest. Two of these people are in Ran's apartment.
Sands comes in from his smoke break, walking into the living room and cocking an ear for the woman he had been guarding over all night. She seems more tired then injured to him but still he refused to sleep in case she woke up needing him.
Except for maybe a few moments when he crawled into bed with her. Not holding her too close in case it would have woken her up, instead he lay down with one hand resting on her side.
He might have slept then some but it's so hard to tell when you're always in the dark.

He makes his way back to the bedroom to scold her for getting up.
"Rangiku, bed! Now. That's an order." He tries.

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"It has to be the first. It's not possible for me to be happy." She shuffles a little and props her head up on her hand, a little sleepy but determined to remain awake.

"I might try and talk to taichou soon... see what he thinks."

Sands reaches in his pocket pulling out a strip of black cloth.
"Who's Taichou?"
He turns his head away and down, taking off his sunglasses. Tying the blindfold on so he can relax without the glasses falling off, his mess of hair is shoved out of the way to get it on.

Ran reaches over and fingers a lock of his hair. "Taichou is a title, not a name. One of the shinigami that just arrived is my captain from Seireitei. I might have cut back on a lot of my time away from him now that he's here..."

It used to take him some time to tie it without getting hair in the knot but he's getting used to it. Random chunks of hair escape the cloth and others are trapped inside. As long as the thing is on he calls it good and slips an arm under her shoulders.
He would love to throw a fit about this captain. Pull rank and insist she worked for him. But this is her original team. If the cia came here he would throw himself at their feet and start licking.
"I understand." He will be so pouty about this when alone.

"Can I meet him?"

A vague picture forms in her mind; her overly serious little captain, faced with a sarcastic, stubborn man like Sands. She just can't help but laugh again, leaning close enough that her head rests on his chest.

After she stops laughing enough to regain some breath, she murmurs, "I'm not sure that would be a good idea... you'll hate each other."

The laughter indicates being in the same room with this man would just make his day.
"Don't be silly." The arm under her curls back up to play with her hair as his other rests on her hip.
"Of course I'll hate him. I still want to meet him. What's he like?"

If he keeps messing with her hair, she'll end up falling asleep and that isn't what she wants to do.

"Ahhh... he's very serious, not much of a sense of humor, quite young, and extremely loyal to his friends. He likes to yell at me when I don't do my paperwork."

He's attempting to relax her but falling asleep isn't something he wants either. Eventually he starts to braid little pieces of it because Sands can be kind of a girl.

"Jimmy Olsen type then. Fancy himself your little brother at times?"

"Only if said little brother is much smarter, faster and stronger. He's one of the few I trust completely, no quesitons asked. Everyone says we're one of the best pair to run a division..."

The towel around her has been slowly loosening as they've talked, the twist holding it closed finally slipping free and allowing the material to part. She doesn't really care, though. She's never been shy and she's not about to start.

"He's a good kid, no matter how harsh he might seem. He cares so deeply for his subordinates and his friends. I almost wish he'd stayed back in Seireitei, rather than be stuck here. Seeing the things this City does to everyone will bother him a good deal."

Sands hand moves down to rub her back after he grows bored with the braiding.
"What is the city doing to us, Ran?"

He wants to ask what the city is doing her her personally but he's trying to have a conversation instead of his usual trading of questions.

His hand on her back makes her shift, purring softly. "Taking energy from us... and memories and such. I'd like to find a way to take some of that energy back, but the last time I tried, it didn't work out too well..."

Without thought, she nuzzles against his neck, still purring very quietly.

The purring throws him off his thought train. When he derails there are no survivors. He's sure she just said something very important. Something he needs to ask questions about. But then the purring is added with nuzzles and he's in a whole different station.
"I uhh.. guess I just found out why the city handed you a kitty costume. Because that- that is a great thing you're doin right there."

Her lips curl up a little when she hears the studder in his voice. Pleased at the reaction, she continues, very slowly snuggling as close to him as she can get.

"You know... I never got rid of the costume," she murmurs, lips brushing against his neck as she spoke.

He's considering faking an allergic reaction to the towel in order to get rid of it. One hand traces patterns on her back with long fingers. He's writing letters, telling her secrets. At the moment the word is kitty.
"I thought you didn't like it."

"Never got around to throwing it out." The smile keeps growing with each motion of his fingers on her back. "Seems like this damn city knows us all pretty well."

She presses a cautious kiss to his neck, then pauses to see his reaction.

"It's like back home. The cia would give us enough to keep us happy. The great illusion is you can't leave anyway. It's the lie that completes the trap."
His fingers trace the word 'cigarette', getting to the second t as she kisses him.
There's a hesitation there but soon his fingers complete the last letter, ending at her tailbone.

"If I die in my own world you couldn't come could you?"

She wiggles under his fingers as they find a ticklish spot. She laughs softly against his throat, lips sliding along the skin there.

"... I don't know, but I'd try. If you still wanted me there."

Sands is a big fan of the wiggling. He zeros in on that spot and tickles her.
"What's wrong? Because I think it's the towel."
When she moves enough for him to get it out from under her he tosses the offending thing on the floor.

"I saved you. That bath towel will never bother you again. I kicked that towel's ass." Reaching past her he grabs the blanket covering her with that instead.

She squeaks and pushes back when he tickles her, but she doesn't go too far. He's warm and comforable to be near and she plans to stay close to him for now. Now that the towel's gone, the sheets are cool and soft against her skin, but she doesn't settle into them until the blanket is pulled over her.

"No tickling. Ever. Not even if you saved me from evil towels."

"But the tickling was key in my plan. Don't make me think of alternatives to get you squirming around like that because I'm not skilled. And I'm lazy."
Also it woke her up a little. Sands really is selfish enough to deny her sleep. These nights he stays over with her are the only things in the city besides drugs that make him feel good.

"While I'm thinking of a really clever excuse to take off my own clothes-"
And here is the point where he tries to surprise her with a personal question that comes out of nowhere. So far tonight he's been able to keep himself from doing it. He'd hate to just fuck that all up.

"-Can I ask you something?"

Her mood is improving quickly from where it had been during her bath. She flops back on her back, one arm under her head, still a little tired, but not as sleepy as before.

"... I suppose, if you want."

From his side, Sands lays a hand on her stomach- fingers spread. It rests there as if he was deeply considering what to do with it next. But that is pretty much the end of his plan right there.
"Is Jan in love with you?"

The question makes her blink, then snort, which isn't exactly a lady-like action. She's never even entertained the thought of anyone being in love with her, and she almost finds the question absurdly amusing.

"You're joking, right? I mean, you should really be asking him that, don't you think? We're friends and if he's in love with me, I haven't even noticed."

"The thought had occurred."Sands frees one of his hands in order to count off his reasons.
"He suddenly hates me. He turned down my offer of blood and sex. He wont talk to me without finding some reason to slip in the words 'stop fucking with Ran's head' or 'don't hurt her'. He's aggressively annoyed at everything I do with you. It sounds like love to me."
The hand drops to her lower back.
"I'm just saying- you can't trust Jan when it comes to me right now. He's insanely jealous. And you might want to watch out for little cartoon hearts in his eyes."

"Last time I checked, you were the jealous one. Jan and I are friends... " She trails off, thinking back to some of the conversations Jan and her have had, both online and in person. With a shake of her head, she dismisses the thought.

"He's had plenty of chances to make a move if he was going to and he hasn't. Hell, I've even been naked around him. He didn't seem impressed."

The pout is evident in her voice.

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