trickstermentor: (best slumber party ever)
Urahara Kisuke ([personal profile] trickstermentor) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2012-12-31 04:09 am

Go shawty

Date & Time: December 31st, early morning
Location:
Unit 604
Characters:
Urahara Kisuke and Shihouin Yoruichi
Summary:
Best friends celebrate back to back birthdays.
Warnings: Innuendo and mentions of nudity.

When the grey light of day began to seep through the window and herald the arrival of morning, Urahara did what he did on most normal days, which is to say he blearily pried one eye open, groaned, and rolled over, draping one arm over the owner of the bed he was currently occupying and burrowing closer to her in the interim. With a sigh, he nuzzled against the crook of her shoulder and pretended that he was still very much asleep, although he knew he probably wasn't likely to get away with that for long.

Ah well. Such were the occupational hazards of being an incurably relaxed individual. Surely making it successfully to another year older wouldn't do much to change that particular outlook on his life.

Of course, he probably would have done a more convincing job pretending he was asleep had he not added a perfunctory kiss on Yoruichi's shoulder. Still, considering that he was extremely comfortable where he was and his partner was displaying no sign of wanting to wake up either, he considered he was safe.

For now.
goneonenight: (no fear of height/no danger of falling)

[personal profile] goneonenight 2012-12-31 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
For her part, Yoruichi was in no hurry to get up. The kiss registered distantly, but as she was quite warm and comfortable gathered against Urahara's chest, she made no effort to struggle up through the depths of sleep, much less get out of bed.

As bad as she could be remembering special occasions, she never forgot his birthday. But any plans she had for the day hardly needed to be carried out at the crack of dawn--or whatever time it was--and so she absently pulled the covers more tightly around herself, fighting her gradual journey towards wakefulness.
goneonenight: (frown)

[personal profile] goneonenight 2013-01-01 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
His toes tickled and she jerked, a sleepy frown creasing her brow. Barely conscious, she kicked back, shoving him a few inches away.

The loss of heat causes her eyes to flutter and her frown to deepen, and she burrows further into her blankets with a soft growl.
goneonenight: (unimpressed)

[personal profile] goneonenight 2013-01-04 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Now unavoidably awake, she cracked her eyes open a slit, lifting her face just far enough out of the blanket to make sure she's heard.

"What," she muttered, "do you want?" Birthday or no birthday, she's pretty surly when she's woken up before she's ready, and she's not conscious enough to be able to tell it was unintentional.
goneonenight: (the mysteries of chessboxing)

[personal profile] goneonenight 2013-01-06 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Against her better judgement, she looked over at the clock to be that it wasn't quite mid-morning yet. Normally she'd be up by now, but there was just something about grey winter mornings that made her want to stay under the covers as long as she could.

"You sure about that?" she replied, her voice husky. "There's got to be something you wanted to do today."
goneonenight: (responsible adult)

[personal profile] goneonenight 2013-01-07 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
"You want to do that every day, so I'm not sure it counts." She turned over to face him, her mouth twitching in amusement at his shameless laziness. It isn't actually a front, despite how capable he is; he really would be content to lay around and expend as little effort as possible most days.

She gives a yawn of her own, indulging in a full-body stretch and running her feet over warm sheets. "Happy birthday."
goneonenight: (you are wild and I'm in your possession)

[personal profile] goneonenight 2013-01-12 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
She briefly closes her eyes and exhales, warmed by his expression. "Well, if it's really that unimportant," she drawls, returning his smirk, "I can just give your present back."

His hands smooth over her back and she practically purrs as she's gathered against him once more; his earlier transgression are almost forgotten now. "You know how I hate when my efforts go unappreciated."