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conjure_lassAuthor: Conjure Lass!
Title: It's Cold Outside
Rating: PG
Pairing: Uraichi
Warnings: None this time! Unless you count shameless Christmas fluff as a warning.
Summary: In which Ichigo has to go home, but is persuaded otherwise.
Author's Notes: This was inspired by the song Baby, It's Cold Outside which was brought to my attention as good Uraichi fodder by the lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
2metaldog. Of course, I agreed. It was perfect for this pairing. And as always, this fiction falls into the the Just Desserts arc which can be found here at my fiction index. Hope you enjoy!
The remnants of a slightly deformed snow angel was being slowly filled by the torrential snow falling from the sky, covering the front lot of the Urahara Shoten with a blanket of pristine white. Two pairs of boots were sitting haphazardly in the front entryway, puddles of water pooling beneath them as the snow melted off the tread of the soles. Above them hung two damp coats, each one mottled with spots of water, their sleeves hanging heavy and wet towards the floor. A path of droplets trailed into the main part of the Shoten, leading into the room that housed Urahara’s irori, dozens of multicolored pillows strewn around the sunken hearth set in the center of the room.
“I really can’t stay.” Ichigo looked down at his half-full cup of hot chocolate with a forlorn expression before glancing over at Kisuke who was poking at the fire with a soft smile on his face. Ichigo’s original intention had simply been to come over for a little while and enjoy the light snowfall, but after the storm had started to get worse (and they’d engaged in a bit of impromptu snowplay) he’d found himself a willing captive in his lover’s house. So far he’d attempted to leave three times, and three times he’d been unceremoniously dragged back into the house and seduced into submission. Damn teenage hormones.
“Why ever not?” Kisuke glanced upwards, his smile faltering slightly before falling back into place. “It’s cold outside. You shouldn’t be traipsing around in the snow.”
“You didn’t have a problem with tackling me into that snow a while ago.” Ichigo’s eyebrow rose mockingly, holding his now-empty cup out to be refilled and wiggling it around a bit to get his point across. When it was pulled from his fingers he curled up into a few of the pillows around him, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath of warm air to hold it in his lungs. He really needed to get his wits about him and find a way to get out of Kisuke’s house before his entire family gathered a search party to look for him. “Goat-face is probably pacing the floor by now. I told him I’d only be gone a few hours.”
“Come now, Ichigo.” Kisuke’s voice was getting closer, making Ichigo’s skin tingle satisfyingly at his approach. Calm for the first time in days, he snuggled his face further into the cushions, pulling his long legs up towards his body even as he felt Urahara crouch down nearby. “Isshin-san wouldn’t want you to die out in that blizzard. He’ll completely understand! Stay the night.”
Ichigo sat up abruptly, nearly knocking foreheads with Kisuke who was setting down a steaming cup of cocoa in front of Ichigo on the tatami mat. Glancing downward, Ichigo took the mug in his hands and sipped at it before he realized what he‘d done, smiling when the heat of the drink hit his stomach pleasantly. What was in this stuff? It tasted good…but odd. Sort of minty. “I can’t. My sister will be suspicious, and you know how Yuzu gets when she thinks I’m in some kind of trouble.”
“I must admit you do tend to get into more trouble when you’re around me,” Kisuke murmured, sidling up beside him until their shoulders pressed against one another’s, a line of heat building where they connected. The older man’s arm slid gently around Ichigo’s waist, drawing them closer and burying his nose into the crown of Ichigo’s head. “Your hair smells good. Did you get a new shampoo?”
“Don’t try to change the subject,” Ichigo chided, elbowing Kisuke’s stomach playfully. “What’s in this drink anyway? You didn’t drug me again, did you?”
Urahara sighed dramatically, leaning away and looking up towards the ceiling with a longsuffering look on his face. “Drug them once to keep them from fighting a super villain and they never let you forget it!”
“I didn’t need your help!”
“Ah, but I had more of a long standing dispute with him than you. Shinji-san and I were fine without your assistance, thank you very much.”
“I guess,” Ichigo said, leaning his head against Kisuke’s shoulder. For a few moments neither man spoke, the soft crackling of the fire in the irori the only sound in the winter hush. Ichigo’s skin was pleasingly hot, his mind drifting peacefully as Urahara’s fingers drew nonsense patterns on his sides, lulling him into almost dozing. He really couldn’t stay though. It simply wasn‘t possible tonight, no matter how much he wanted it to be otherwise. He had things to do in the morning, places to go, promises to keep, hollows to slay…the list went on and on. “I ought to say no.”
“What’s the sense in hurting my pride Kurosaki-kun? You want to stay. I want you to stay. It’s cold outside…just say yes.”
Shaking his head, Ichigo pulled reluctantly away from his lover’s warmth and stood up, making his way towards the entryway and ignoring Kisuke’s instant protests. He’d barely gotten his arms into his coat when he was being tugged backwards into Urahara’s chest, arms wrapping around his torso to play at his abdomen. Sighing in affectionate annoyance, Ichigo leaned back and softly butted the back of his head against Kisuke’s nose, taking the momentary lapse in the other man’s concentration to get away from the embrace. Turning around, he crossed his arms over his chest and tried as hard as he could to be firm in his decision to leave, no matter how somewhat-adorable his lover was being. He had to go home! There had to be almost a foot of snow outside!
“The answer is no.” He reached for his earmuffs, pulling them around his head to situate it. “It’s been a really nice night, and you’ve been really great. But I have to go home.”
“I absolutely cannot accept your response.” Kisuke leaned inward, pulling Ichigo’s earmuff off one ear and licking slowly at the shell, sending delicious shivers along his skin. The blonde’s lips brushed tantalizingly at his earlobe as he whispered. “It’s intolerable. It’s cruel. And I will continue to persuade you until you give me a proper reply.”
The sound of his coat falling around his feet drew Ichigo’s attention to the fact that he was no longer wearing it, his earmuffs joining it on the floor a few seconds later. Urahara’s lips were unrelenting against his neck, mapping out the sensitive points with his tongue and grazing them with his teeth while he herded the two of them back towards the irori. Ichigo barely felt it when he was shifted down into the pillows again, Kisuke’s lips having moved from his neck up for a kiss, tongue dipping between Ichigo’s teeth to tease at the roof of his mouth. Hadn’t he been trying to leave though? Wasn’t his self-control a little better than this? Dammit…apparently not…
“Kisuke, you don‘t play fair,” Ichigo gasped, turning his head to the side to gaze out the window as impassioned kisses were rained on the side of his face and down his jawline. The snow was still falling heavily outside the Shoten, piling up on the ledge of the window frame and sticking in large clumps to the streets outside. It really did look terrible out there, didn’t it? “You’re going to get me into trouble.”
Long, pale fingers took his chin in their grasp, turning his eyes to meet Urahara’s that were staring beseechingly down at him. Ichigo squirmed beneath that gaze, shifting almost guiltily as their noses were rubbed together tenderly, blushing despite himself as Kisuke’s free hand caressed underneath his shirt to heat the sensitive skin of his belly. In return, Ichigo reached upwards, running his palms up beneath the back of the blonde’s shirt to dance along the ridges of his spine. Kisuke shivered visibly in response, his fingers becoming more insistent against Ichigo’s skin, moving further upward to flick a nipple with utmost delicacy.
Ichigo’s head fell back, a soft groan worming its way from his throat before he craned his neck to watch his lover’s lips suckling softly at his exposed collarbone. There was almost no getting out of it now, no way to talk his way out of curling up for the night in Kisuke’s soft bed, perfectly sated after a evening of…not so innocent activities. Not that he really wanted to leave in the first place, but at least Ichigo had the satisfaction of knowing that he tried to do the right thing and not worry his family sick.
His thoughts became muddled when their lips met again, Kisuke murmuring sweet nothings into his mouth, promises of the night to come. What had he been thinking about again? He couldn’t remember. Pulling apart for air, Ichigo watched enraptured as Urahara’s eyes narrowed with purpose, his voice coming out husky and seductive, making Ichigo’s thighs widen and breath quicken despite his best efforts to not react. It was hard to resist the “serious voice”.
“I want you to stay.” Kisuke leaned down to nibble at the corner of Ichigo’s mouth, dipping his tongue into the groove. “You’re not leaving me tonight. I won’t have it.”
“Oh all right,” Ichigo answered laughingly, his voice only marginally breathy. Almost without thinking, he drew Kisuke closer, reveling in the wide smile the older man graced him with upon his acquiescence and giving his own in return. “I mean, it is rather nasty outside, isn’t it? I could catch pneumonia and die!”
“Exactly my point!” Kisuke nuzzled at his neck, hands having removed themselves from Ichigo’s clothes to wrap protectively around his body, shielding him from the cold with the folds of his haori. “Though I’m quite an effective caretaker should you ever fall ill.”
“I’ll try to remember that.” Ichigo closed his eyes and sighed, pushing down further into the pillows to enjoy the moment of quiet. Minutes ticked by before he cracked open his eyelids and yawned, scratching fondly at the back of Kisuke’s neck to rouse the older man from his dozing. “I should call my family and let them know I’m going to stay over though.”
“Ohhh,” came the somewhat-sheepish reply.
“Ohhh?” Ichigo echoed suspiciously, eyes opening fully to stare questioningly upwards. “What’s that for?”
“Yes, well…you see Ichigo,” Urahara began, pausing and giving him a brief smile full of teeth and apology. “I…well…”
“Out with it, Urahara.”
“I already did. Hours ago.”
“Figures."
Happy Holidays Everyone! I hope you enjoy this bit of fluff! I enjoyed writing it a LOT.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
Cherry!
Title: It's Cold Outside
Rating: PG
Pairing: Uraichi
Warnings: None this time! Unless you count shameless Christmas fluff as a warning.
Summary: In which Ichigo has to go home, but is persuaded otherwise.
Author's Notes: This was inspired by the song Baby, It's Cold Outside which was brought to my attention as good Uraichi fodder by the lovely
2metaldog. Of course, I agreed. It was perfect for this pairing. And as always, this fiction falls into the the Just Desserts arc which can be found here at my fiction index. Hope you enjoy!The remnants of a slightly deformed snow angel was being slowly filled by the torrential snow falling from the sky, covering the front lot of the Urahara Shoten with a blanket of pristine white. Two pairs of boots were sitting haphazardly in the front entryway, puddles of water pooling beneath them as the snow melted off the tread of the soles. Above them hung two damp coats, each one mottled with spots of water, their sleeves hanging heavy and wet towards the floor. A path of droplets trailed into the main part of the Shoten, leading into the room that housed Urahara’s irori, dozens of multicolored pillows strewn around the sunken hearth set in the center of the room.
“I really can’t stay.” Ichigo looked down at his half-full cup of hot chocolate with a forlorn expression before glancing over at Kisuke who was poking at the fire with a soft smile on his face. Ichigo’s original intention had simply been to come over for a little while and enjoy the light snowfall, but after the storm had started to get worse (and they’d engaged in a bit of impromptu snowplay) he’d found himself a willing captive in his lover’s house. So far he’d attempted to leave three times, and three times he’d been unceremoniously dragged back into the house and seduced into submission. Damn teenage hormones.
“Why ever not?” Kisuke glanced upwards, his smile faltering slightly before falling back into place. “It’s cold outside. You shouldn’t be traipsing around in the snow.”
“You didn’t have a problem with tackling me into that snow a while ago.” Ichigo’s eyebrow rose mockingly, holding his now-empty cup out to be refilled and wiggling it around a bit to get his point across. When it was pulled from his fingers he curled up into a few of the pillows around him, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath of warm air to hold it in his lungs. He really needed to get his wits about him and find a way to get out of Kisuke’s house before his entire family gathered a search party to look for him. “Goat-face is probably pacing the floor by now. I told him I’d only be gone a few hours.”
“Come now, Ichigo.” Kisuke’s voice was getting closer, making Ichigo’s skin tingle satisfyingly at his approach. Calm for the first time in days, he snuggled his face further into the cushions, pulling his long legs up towards his body even as he felt Urahara crouch down nearby. “Isshin-san wouldn’t want you to die out in that blizzard. He’ll completely understand! Stay the night.”
Ichigo sat up abruptly, nearly knocking foreheads with Kisuke who was setting down a steaming cup of cocoa in front of Ichigo on the tatami mat. Glancing downward, Ichigo took the mug in his hands and sipped at it before he realized what he‘d done, smiling when the heat of the drink hit his stomach pleasantly. What was in this stuff? It tasted good…but odd. Sort of minty. “I can’t. My sister will be suspicious, and you know how Yuzu gets when she thinks I’m in some kind of trouble.”
“I must admit you do tend to get into more trouble when you’re around me,” Kisuke murmured, sidling up beside him until their shoulders pressed against one another’s, a line of heat building where they connected. The older man’s arm slid gently around Ichigo’s waist, drawing them closer and burying his nose into the crown of Ichigo’s head. “Your hair smells good. Did you get a new shampoo?”
“Don’t try to change the subject,” Ichigo chided, elbowing Kisuke’s stomach playfully. “What’s in this drink anyway? You didn’t drug me again, did you?”
Urahara sighed dramatically, leaning away and looking up towards the ceiling with a longsuffering look on his face. “Drug them once to keep them from fighting a super villain and they never let you forget it!”
“I didn’t need your help!”
“Ah, but I had more of a long standing dispute with him than you. Shinji-san and I were fine without your assistance, thank you very much.”
“I guess,” Ichigo said, leaning his head against Kisuke’s shoulder. For a few moments neither man spoke, the soft crackling of the fire in the irori the only sound in the winter hush. Ichigo’s skin was pleasingly hot, his mind drifting peacefully as Urahara’s fingers drew nonsense patterns on his sides, lulling him into almost dozing. He really couldn’t stay though. It simply wasn‘t possible tonight, no matter how much he wanted it to be otherwise. He had things to do in the morning, places to go, promises to keep, hollows to slay…the list went on and on. “I ought to say no.”
“What’s the sense in hurting my pride Kurosaki-kun? You want to stay. I want you to stay. It’s cold outside…just say yes.”
Shaking his head, Ichigo pulled reluctantly away from his lover’s warmth and stood up, making his way towards the entryway and ignoring Kisuke’s instant protests. He’d barely gotten his arms into his coat when he was being tugged backwards into Urahara’s chest, arms wrapping around his torso to play at his abdomen. Sighing in affectionate annoyance, Ichigo leaned back and softly butted the back of his head against Kisuke’s nose, taking the momentary lapse in the other man’s concentration to get away from the embrace. Turning around, he crossed his arms over his chest and tried as hard as he could to be firm in his decision to leave, no matter how somewhat-adorable his lover was being. He had to go home! There had to be almost a foot of snow outside!
“The answer is no.” He reached for his earmuffs, pulling them around his head to situate it. “It’s been a really nice night, and you’ve been really great. But I have to go home.”
“I absolutely cannot accept your response.” Kisuke leaned inward, pulling Ichigo’s earmuff off one ear and licking slowly at the shell, sending delicious shivers along his skin. The blonde’s lips brushed tantalizingly at his earlobe as he whispered. “It’s intolerable. It’s cruel. And I will continue to persuade you until you give me a proper reply.”
The sound of his coat falling around his feet drew Ichigo’s attention to the fact that he was no longer wearing it, his earmuffs joining it on the floor a few seconds later. Urahara’s lips were unrelenting against his neck, mapping out the sensitive points with his tongue and grazing them with his teeth while he herded the two of them back towards the irori. Ichigo barely felt it when he was shifted down into the pillows again, Kisuke’s lips having moved from his neck up for a kiss, tongue dipping between Ichigo’s teeth to tease at the roof of his mouth. Hadn’t he been trying to leave though? Wasn’t his self-control a little better than this? Dammit…apparently not…
“Kisuke, you don‘t play fair,” Ichigo gasped, turning his head to the side to gaze out the window as impassioned kisses were rained on the side of his face and down his jawline. The snow was still falling heavily outside the Shoten, piling up on the ledge of the window frame and sticking in large clumps to the streets outside. It really did look terrible out there, didn’t it? “You’re going to get me into trouble.”
Long, pale fingers took his chin in their grasp, turning his eyes to meet Urahara’s that were staring beseechingly down at him. Ichigo squirmed beneath that gaze, shifting almost guiltily as their noses were rubbed together tenderly, blushing despite himself as Kisuke’s free hand caressed underneath his shirt to heat the sensitive skin of his belly. In return, Ichigo reached upwards, running his palms up beneath the back of the blonde’s shirt to dance along the ridges of his spine. Kisuke shivered visibly in response, his fingers becoming more insistent against Ichigo’s skin, moving further upward to flick a nipple with utmost delicacy.
Ichigo’s head fell back, a soft groan worming its way from his throat before he craned his neck to watch his lover’s lips suckling softly at his exposed collarbone. There was almost no getting out of it now, no way to talk his way out of curling up for the night in Kisuke’s soft bed, perfectly sated after a evening of…not so innocent activities. Not that he really wanted to leave in the first place, but at least Ichigo had the satisfaction of knowing that he tried to do the right thing and not worry his family sick.
His thoughts became muddled when their lips met again, Kisuke murmuring sweet nothings into his mouth, promises of the night to come. What had he been thinking about again? He couldn’t remember. Pulling apart for air, Ichigo watched enraptured as Urahara’s eyes narrowed with purpose, his voice coming out husky and seductive, making Ichigo’s thighs widen and breath quicken despite his best efforts to not react. It was hard to resist the “serious voice”.
“I want you to stay.” Kisuke leaned down to nibble at the corner of Ichigo’s mouth, dipping his tongue into the groove. “You’re not leaving me tonight. I won’t have it.”
“Oh all right,” Ichigo answered laughingly, his voice only marginally breathy. Almost without thinking, he drew Kisuke closer, reveling in the wide smile the older man graced him with upon his acquiescence and giving his own in return. “I mean, it is rather nasty outside, isn’t it? I could catch pneumonia and die!”
“Exactly my point!” Kisuke nuzzled at his neck, hands having removed themselves from Ichigo’s clothes to wrap protectively around his body, shielding him from the cold with the folds of his haori. “Though I’m quite an effective caretaker should you ever fall ill.”
“I’ll try to remember that.” Ichigo closed his eyes and sighed, pushing down further into the pillows to enjoy the moment of quiet. Minutes ticked by before he cracked open his eyelids and yawned, scratching fondly at the back of Kisuke’s neck to rouse the older man from his dozing. “I should call my family and let them know I’m going to stay over though.”
“Ohhh,” came the somewhat-sheepish reply.
“Ohhh?” Ichigo echoed suspiciously, eyes opening fully to stare questioningly upwards. “What’s that for?”
“Yes, well…you see Ichigo,” Urahara began, pausing and giving him a brief smile full of teeth and apology. “I…well…”
“Out with it, Urahara.”
“I already did. Hours ago.”
“Figures."
Happy Holidays Everyone! I hope you enjoy this bit of fluff! I enjoyed writing it a LOT.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
Cherry!
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Date: 2008-12-19 03:25 am (UTC)It was damn cute. I'm really glad you did it. It so fits them and you did a wonderful job with it.
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Date: 2008-12-19 03:32 am (UTC)Now I have to write a fic for Kisuke's birthday! It's almost here. O.O
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Date: 2008-12-19 08:20 am (UTC)He's not telling me what he put in the drink. You'll just have to let your imagination run wild. :)
He was just concerned for Ichigo's well-being! Can't blame a guy for THAT.
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Date: 2008-12-19 04:31 am (UTC)And on an almost unrelated note, I had the weirdest thought when I saw your icon... My sick sick mind translated the order of the flashing of the lights >.> Blue-Orange-Green-Red... To me that somehow moved to Grimmjow-Ichigo and Urahara-Renji. *facepalm* I really need to find myself a hobby XD
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Date: 2008-12-19 08:22 am (UTC)LOL
And yes, our beloved Kisuke doesn't play fair at ALL.
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Date: 2008-12-19 06:53 am (UTC)Lol. I get NO snow in the winter where I live, so the only proper winter experience I get is from fanfiction. You made is sound so cozy inside!
Thanks for sharing!! :3
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Date: 2008-12-19 08:28 am (UTC)No snow? *pout* I used to like snow more when I didn't have to drive in it. LOL. It's still pretty, but I'm not the biggest fan of slipping all over the road.
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Date: 2008-12-19 11:41 pm (UTC)The post with the bleach icons in, including this one, is HERE
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Date: 2008-12-19 06:35 pm (UTC)You know, I know a lot of people who really hate this song, but I think I'm going to have to check it out now.
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Date: 2008-12-20 12:20 am (UTC)-Hottest phrase
Awesome story as usual! Yea ^_^
I couldn't help but think during the entire story about how I've found myself in the same situation...no heater and fluffy pillows though :(
It sure would be nice if we could get a hot story for Christmas like the one you did for Halloween...(hint hint)lol.
But back to the story, seriously, it was great. I love seeing your updates because I never know what you're going to dish out that time. Now, I'm going to go make myself a hot Mint Chocolate drink....I have a strange craving for one for some reason.....hmm.
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Date: 2008-12-20 01:04 am (UTC)Thanks! Unfortunately you will not be seeing any hot story written specifically for Christmas using this pairing. Howeeeeverrrr...Urahara's birthday is on the 31st of December, and one can never tell what I might come up with for THAT. *hint hint nudge nudge*
I'm glad my updates make you happy! I try. The only thing you can always kind of expect is that my stories are usually happy/fluffy/smutty.
I was drinking hot chocolate with a candycane when I wrote it. :)
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Date: 2008-12-22 04:21 am (UTC)HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!
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Date: 2008-12-23 02:02 pm (UTC)You're making me a UraIchi fan, I'll have you know. XDDD One of these days, I'll prolly take a stab at it myself. I blame yuuuuuu. lol
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Date: 2008-12-23 06:38 pm (UTC)I'm glad to be converting so many people to loving Uraichi! Most people don't really realize how CUTE/HOT this pairing is until they see someone write it with care. I love these two, so I try as hard as I can to write them as perfectly as fandom allows. :)
I eagerly await your own efforts! They're fun to write, trust me.
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Date: 2010-02-04 12:30 am (UTC)Either way, I do like how Kisuke uses the Serious Voice, and when Ichigo finally agrees, it's an almost-protective kind of snuggle. Ichigo totally would've tromped through the snow, and he would've gotten sick, and he'll run himself into the ground one of these days in canon. :(
And hee, Kisuke already called Isshin. <3