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Ohayou	By : Yaguchi Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 1630 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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MISC:�� Written for Villainies at LJ by request, with the prompt
�mornings�. Beta�d by Lilmisfits8811. Please R&R!

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�Rukia��

��

She scrunched up her eyes and
wriggled down into the futon. She really tried to present herself as otherwise
so that Byakuya didn�t despair over her but Rukia
really, really hated mornings.

��

��oi��

��

She�d been doing a lot of work
after all and it was the least she deserved, to sleep in a little. And this
futon � it had to be the best futon in Soul Society. So soft
and warm. Big too, but that was because �

��

�Oh, come on Rukia��

��

She had to share it with an
oaf.

She was pretty sure she hadn�t
gotten a decent night�s sleep since she�d started living with him. �The idiot snored like a thunderstorm. His bed
habits had been one thing that made her dubious about living with him � he�d
been the same since they were young.

Sometimes, she�d wake up and
find that he�d managed to steal her pillow. He�d be on his side with it scrunched
up with his own, drooling on it and making Rukia
decide that maybe he could keep the pillow after all.

Other times, he stretched out
in a spread-eagle and hit her in the face when he flopped around
in his sleep. She really didn�t get how he managed to do that when she was so
small � it wasn�t like she took up a lot of space.

He was a cover-hogger, too. The amount of times she�d woken up, cold and
naked, to find him wrapped up deep within the covers like a pastry-covered
snack was getting ridiculous.

What really got to her,
though, were the times when she�d wake up and find him fast asleep � on top of
her.

Those mornings were normally
very painful. He wasn�t small, and she wasn�t built to take a guy�s dead
weight. And short of yanking at his hair and screaming in his ear, she could
never get him to roll off of her without some form of violence. She figured it
had to be a heat source thing, because the futon was large and he had no reason
to cramp both of them (and crush the air out of her).

Though sometimes, after she�d
finally battered him into going back to his side of the futon, she missed the
feel of every inch of him pressed against her and his face buried in the crook
of her neck.

�Rukia!�

She grumbled,
the voice cutting into her hazy thoughts like snap of lightning. Rukia cracked open a tired purple eye and glared at the
form braced over her.

Oh look, the oaf himself�uh-oh.

It was his other way of disrupting her sleep.

Renji was in the mood again.
It was always obvious when he was in the mood, because his whole body would
exude a come-hither aura that normally made her respond right away. Except for
when he did it to her when she was sleeping. In which case, he was welcome to
his hand.

Well, she could tell by that
and the fact that he was parting her robe.

�Renji, no�mm sleeping,� she
groaned. She tried to turn onto her side, hoping he�d give her at least a
little more of a lay in before he started again � but a strong, tattooed arm
blocked her mid-turn and pushed her onto her back again. �

He grinned down at her, clearly
entertained by her feeble escape attempts. Rukia
growled and reached for a pillow to beat him with, planning to make it extra
vicious too.

�Awww,
c�mon Rukia�we got a while before work so why not?�

�Renji,� she growled, his deep
voice having no affect on her whatsoever. Honest. �I�m still tired and I need
to sleep before I make an idiot out of myself in front of my Captain.�

Renji brushed some of her hair
out of her face, his own eyes sleepy. It irked her even more that he�d just
woken up and started on her right away � he truly had no shame, not even after
he�d spent all last night making love to her until she just couldn�t take it
anymore.

��

�I�ll make it good�� he
murmured, kissing her throat. She muttered, her eyes falling shut as his lips
pressed a pattern against her clavicle. It was actually kind of soothing � it
was making her eyes feel heavy even as �

��

�No, Rukia�don�t
fall asleep,� Renji breathed, kissing her chin. �Wake up,�

��

Damn it!

��

Rukia
scrambled for the pillow, definitely wanting to hit him this time.

��

But the hands that exposed her
small breasts distracted her from her plan of attack.

��

Renji�s
hair hung down like a crimson curtain as he used his knee to nudge her legs
apart. She glared, stubbornly trying to keep them together more out of
petulance than the need to return to sleep. She was still having a hard time
believing that he�d woken her up for this. But he was more than used to her
little tempers, and he had experience in just brushing them aside.

��

He dipped his head and took
the tip of her breast into his mouth, playing it expertly with lips, teeth and tongue until she�d forgotten she even had a pillow.

��

That was even more annoying �
when he woke her up and did it so well that she found it hard to complain.

��

He nipped the soft flesh of
her breast. His hair caressed her skin and Rukia
tugged on it � enraged by the chuckle that was muffled around her tightened
peak.

��

Renji flattened his tongue
against her, rubbing her nipple in time with the little sucks on her tip. Rukia bowed up against him, her fingers burying in his
thick red hair.

��

Her head lolled to the side,
lethargy making way for heat. Her bleary eyes blinked rapidly � and she
stopped.

��

�Oi�Renji.�

��

�Mmm?� He lifted his mouth from her and gave her a
questioning look.

��

�Why is it still dark out?�

��

He followed her gaze to the
window. His flush and awkward chuckle were answer
enough.

��

THWACK.

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