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[Ryuuko's bed is surprisingly comfortable? because if there's one thing the rowdy teen prioritizes, it's a good night's sleep after a long hard day... or in this case, a deep dicking. luckily for Ichigo, these four walls aren't going to judge him, neither is the moon peeking in between the half opened blinds and spilling over onto her unmade bed. a tangle of blankets and sheets and now, their naked bodies carefully situated on opposite sides of the mattress. the smooth stretch of pale skin that makes up the seemingly countless dips and curves to Ryuuko's frame are illuminated by the soft white light, so it's no wonder Ichigo could feel himself getting worked up at the sight. what's far more notable, though, is how peaceful she looks when she's sleeping. the muscles in her face are completely lax, with no sign of the usual tension in her brows. and her lips, while parted to better draw slow, easy breaths, still curve faintly upward in the ghost of a smile. it's utterly serene, this midnight painting, like a dream that seems far too good to be true. and who knows? maybe it is.

at some point in the night, the temperature seems to drop unexpectedly, a chill creeping over the surface of her skin. groaning low in her throat, Ryuuko gropes for the covers she assumes have somehow managed to escape her... face scrunching when her hands come up empty. gritting her teeth with frustration she tosses and turns, reaching out for what? not even she knows-- until she finds it. calloused fingers splay out against something soft and impecably warm.

half asleep, Ryuuko decides not to question it. nudging herself in nice and close, until the entire front of her body is pressed against it. it being Ichigo's back. she sighs, nestling her head between his shoulder blades, one arm snaking up under his own to curl against his chest, wrapping around him in an effort to bundle herself up in his heat. it feels nice, and that's the last thing she muses to herself before she's lulled back down into the depths of sleep.

eventually, the sun rises on a new day, pouring in through the window and flooding her bedroom with light. Ryuuko's still out, snoozing quietly with her face pressed against his back. it'll take more than sunbeams and birds chirping to rouse her, completely depleted from the night before.]

[Ignorance is bliss, and one could say that people are delightfully ignorant when they are sleeping. Mostly because, duh, they aren't even able to BE aware of a damn thing. And that's Ichigo, for a long, long time. He doesn't even budge from the spot he'd found on his side as she presses to him like that. The only thing it gets out of him is a content sigh. But, while it's not about to wake Ryuuko, the light paired with the sound of chirping birds has Ichigo stirring in his spot.

At first, he isn't really aware of her body pressed against his, and even when he realizes it, he kind of thinks he's just dreaming. That, paired with the comfortable warmth that seems really vivid, makes it easy for him to use his arm to press the one under his in to him, hand finding the one she has pressed to his chest. It's only as he starts to intertwine their fingers that he realizes that this is too real, and those brown eyes snap open in absolute horror.

Oh fuck.

None of that was a dream. None of this is, and the very sudden awareness that not only is Ryuuko pressed to his back, and he's holding her fucking hand, they're still naked, and--]

S-shit!

[It's not quite a whisper, but not his full voice either. The sudden awareness of the throbbing on his throat and neck only bring more panicked realizations, the reminder that they seriously fucked each other into completely oblivion last night to the forefront, and already his cheeks are lighting up like a tree on fucking Christmas.

Ichigo doesn't dare to move as that thundering starts up in his chest all over again--shit, he doesn't dare to breathe, as he wonders what the hell he is even going to do.]

Edited (forgot to add an entire sentence, I'm on one tonight.) 2020-07-14 04:28 (UTC)

[it's probably a sixth sense that she has, alerting her to the panicked animal in her bed.

her brows draw together and her nose wrinkles against his back.... huh, that's odd. this certainly doesn't feel like the shape of her pillow she's snuggled up against. no, it's a lot more firm than that, and exuding far too much heat. it's a struggle just to crack her eyelids open, blinking up at the expanse of Ichigo's back from beneath heavy lashes.

it takes a moment, but the memories of what had transpired last night in their lust filled haze flood her brain all at once. it's enough to awaken the color in her cheeks, realizing that not only did they fuck, twice, but the fact Ichigo is still here means...]

You stayed the night.

[not so much as a question as it is an observation, given his naked body is very much cradled against hers right now. she clears her throat, her voice hoarse from straining it last night, no doubt. her fingers twitch in his hold, drumming against his chest as she discovers that they are indeed being held captive by his own on the other side of him, out of view. other than that, she doesn't budge from her spot, curled up against his back. maybe she's afraid she'll accidentally do something to fuck this up- or otherwise scare him off. after all, prior to last night, the idea of letting her get this close to him probably meant he was in for a brutal beating on the battle field. well, last night wasn't all that different, they both took a beating it was just a different kind of arena. speaking of, her body aches far worse than she remembered, before passing out.

ah, shit......... she totally blacked out, didn't she? considering she has no recollection of even making it into bed in the first place, it's the only logical explanation. the last thing she remembers is.... is.... riding his dick like her life depended on it. she stirs just a little at the thought, her breasts rolling an inch to one side where they're pressed up against his back.]

[She's moving. Shit. He woke her up. He shot himself in the fucking foot in his panic, and now he has to deal with the aftermath all the sooner, without any time to actually come up with some sort of a plan. Ryuuko will be able to feel the tension he holds as soon as she says that, and he realizes that she will be able to feel his heart underneath her hand, too. Which only makes it go even harder, and thus only making it more obvious that he's freaking the fuck out inwardly. A downward spiral that he couldn't stop, even if he tried.

Ichigo is quiet in his response, almost defensive, and maybe worried, like... maybe he shouldn't have stayed after all. He can't see her face, and Ichigo is dense sometimes. Normally, reading people isn't super hard for him, but in this case, he has no idea if that's a good thing or a bad thing. The only thing leaning in favor of it not being bad is the fact that Ryuuko hasn't really moved. You don't keep spooning someone (and why the fuck is he the little spoon, here?!) if their presence isn't desired, right? Unless she's got some deep rooted issues that he doesn't get?]

...I'm not the hit and run type... and it's not like you stayed conscious long enough to tell me to leave.

[It's all he can do to try to ignore the fact that when she does shift, he can feel her bare breasts moving against his back. It makes the heat of his blush spread all the way down to his neck, and makes something inside of him curl up with pleasure. Not good. Not good at all.

This is going to be the disaster morning from hell for him, isn't it?]

[Ryuuko's... not really equipped for this sort of thing. how are two people who are not in a romantic relationship supposed to behave around each other after hooking up the night before? she forgot to read up on booty call etiquette, beforehand. her teeth gnaw at the inside of her bottom lip, uncertain how to even go about untangling their bodies... or deciding if she even wants to. he's still holding her hand... and so far he hasn't made any effort to slide out from under her arm or chuck her off him. so maybe.... he's fine with this? maybe... she's overthinking what that has the potential to mean? she's busy trying to decipher the puzzle that is Ichigo Kurosaki, naked in her bed, when he has to go and take that jab at her inability to even remain conscious long enough to see their midnight rendezvous to it's full completion.

fuck!

she sputters, cheeks burning hot in response to the severe lack of sympathy in his voice, coiling beneath the weight of that harsh scrutiny. her body trembles as she nudges her knee forward, the lounging equivalent of a kick.]

I-Idiot! Whose fault was that!?

[yes she's. definitely implying he's 100% to blame.]

[Okay... so like... should Ichigo be worried that he pissed her off with that? Should he not give a shit? Because he's landing evenly between the two. See, this dude has just as much knowledge about how to handle this as Ryuuko does, seeing as he has never even entertained the idea of participating in a booty call. Ichigo doesn't know what it is about this girl that has driven him to dive so fucking far out of his comfort zone that he's almost tipping into a sort of identity crisis, but. Whatever it is, Ryuuko's got it.

He is about to bitch at her for kneeing him, but is cut off by the words that come out of her mouth, and Ichigo is so floored by them that he actually lets out a short laugh. No. No fly zone right here, he's not about to take the blame for this! It takes two to fucking tango, girl. He shifts, raising his head from the pillow that his other arm is under, and turning his head to shoot her a disapproving scowl through the small space between the pillow and his face. His cheeks are just as red as ever, and he doesn't stay like that, looking at her, as he replies. Nope, Ichigo just sets his head back down, glaring at the wall as he does.]

Not mine! I'm not the one who was so dead set on winning that I spent all of my stamina to do it.

[The fact that Ryuuko did win that second round after he told her she wouldn't is still a sore spot for him. If he wasn't so fucking mortified with this entire morning after situation, he might insist that they need a tie-breaker round to settle it once and for all, but that's not the case right now.]

Edited (sigh. you know, the usual.) 2020-07-15 03:55 (UTC)

[oh hell no. he's not getting away with that! he doesn't get to shoot daggers at her and roll over without suffering the consequences for metaphorically poking the bear. ]

Tch!

[pressing her chin into his back she grinds her teeth, the only warning he'll get before she's moving. her fingers grip his more tightly, before twisting his arm around himself and bending it to trap it uncomfortably against his back. just as quickly she's using that same knee from earlier to guide her hips as they knock forward against his backside, ushering her full weight onto his back and forcing him onto his stomach. simultaneously she's yanking his other arm right out from under that pillow to join it's captive twin in her bruising grip, effectively pinning him facedown on the bed. hoisting herself upright she straddles his lower back, shoving his head into the pillow with a smirk.]

Is this the stamina you were referring to??

[her thighs hug his waist, knees digging into the mattress as she leans forward to exhale hotly beside his ear.]

It worked, didn't it? I won.

[Ichigo knows how fast and brutally Ryuuko can move, he's experienced it a lot since meeting her, but somehow the sound he makes as she roughly twists his arm so suddenly has him feeling a little bit flabbergasted at how quickly he is put onto his stomach. Very effectively pinned--for now, because Ichigo is Ichigo, and he can find his way out of pretty much anything if he puts his mind and his heart to it.

For the time being, he's just too aware of the fact that he... really enjoys being manhandled by this petite, spitfire fucking vixen, and the way she says that crap in his hear just compounds that thought. And relights the fire Ichigo had had just a few hours earlier. Those arms flex under the pressure of her grip, testing it, as he spits out his response without even a moment's pause.]

If... if you wanna get technical, it's a tie! D-don't forget that you were the first to come last night, you little shit!

[cuffing his wrists with a single hand she presses the other to the back of his skull, pushing his face deeper into the pillow with a twisted grin.]

What's that? I can't hear you.

[she won't go as far as to suffocate the poor boy, but it's clear she's not going to let him get off scotch free after coming at her like that. well, while she's here, she might as well enjoy the view. dragging her gaze down the length of his spine her focus detours along the thin red marks marring his back.... realizing, somewhat belatedly (she's not a morning person, okay?) that she's the one responsible for those. a part of her has to wonder if those hurt.... and, briefly, question whether or not she should apologize? but then she's reminded of the imprint of Ichigo's teeth etched into her collar and all sympathy fades away in an instant.]

You got lucky, s'all. I let you off easy.

[is she talking about his battle scars or the battle itself? it's a little hard to tell. either way it's heavily implied to be the latter.]

[Ohhhh does that make Ichigo seethe, and he twists his wrists again under just her one hand this time, taking the moment to evaluate exactly what he can do to get out of this uncomfortable hold. Ryuuko may be strong, but he is too, and she doesn't weigh much at all, at least not to him. If he calculates his next move just right, he can easily get out of this.

One wrong move though, and he could wind up a hell of a lot more uncomfortable.

Ichigo decides to bide his time a little bit longer, waiting for her to make any further mistakes--because changing the hold on his wrists from two to one is already one. Two is always better than one when you want your hold to have full strength behind it, and she weakened her advantage there by half just like that. And Ryuuko will need full strength to keep him down.

Angry people make more mistakes, Ichigo knows this all too well, because he does it himself all the time. So his full on laugh is just as calculated as the fact that he doesn't fight back, in fact, he almost goes pliant under her as he goads the ever living fuck out of her.]

Right, you let me off easy alright. By fucking yourself into a coma and leaving me to pick up the pieces. I mighta been embarrassed about losing that round, but you're the hot mess here and we both know it.

[Ryuuko is nothing if not reckless, often to her own detriment. she's too hot headed to see through the flames whenever her temper flares, which is all the damn time. it's easy to get under her skin with the right approach, and Ichigo's had plenty of practice doing just that.

if she actually stopped to use her brain for a second, she might've realized he's enacting a very carefully lain trap, but that would involve Ryuuko actually thinking ahead, for once. she's a creature of habit who prefers living in the moment... even if that means putting all her eggs in one basket, so to speak. if there's anything she's confident in, it's her ability to shit talk and win fights, which she fully intends to employ here. it's just too bad she's easily distracted...

she isn't sure what exactly is happening at first when his body begins to shake beneath her and there's a strange noise muffled into the pillow...

wait. is he? no fucking way. there's no god damn way he's straight up laughing at her right now. has he completely lost his mind? that's gotta be the only explanation, right? sanity or lack there of aside, it doesn't sting her bruised ego any less, scowling down at him as feelings of indignation bubble in her chest. his words to follow only amplify that searing hot emotion, threatening to burn straight through her insides and pool out against the dip in his back.

uh, yeah, screw whatever advantage she might've held over him by keeping a cool head, she's not letting him get away with that. lurching forward she releases his arms in favor of a bone crushing choke hold around his head and neck, squeezing painfully tight.]

Say that shit to my face, tough guy!!

[It should be alarming to Ichigo, and he should be trying to do something about this before she accidentally murders him in her bed... but. Maybe he doesn't need to do a damn thing. That grip is painful, tight, and the fact that his breathing has already been obscured by the pillow, and now this fucking chick literally has him in a choke hold? He's getting really light headed, which only makes him feel a really weird sense of euphoria that makes it so much easier to choke out more laughter. It's fucking hard to get the words out under Ryuuko's angry hold, but he manages, albeit really broken up.]

C-can't, if you're gon..na smother me face down in y-your bed, s-stupid ass.

[If his head isn't pressed into the pillow still, or about to be again, the wide grin he has is probably only going to make this shit even worse for him... but Ichigo is hoping that pointing out that she could very well kill him, and that he can't exactly rise to the challenge in his current state will maybe have her moving finally. Honestly, the longer she deprives him of oxygen, whether by pillow or her bare hands, the further his chances of getting her off of him are. It's not quite to a point where Ichigo is worried yet, but he'll do or say something if Ryuuko actually starts to make him think he is going to pass out.]

Don't be such a crybaby!

[but alright, she guesses he has a point. while it's tempting to prolong his torture, the fact of the matter is she doesn't ACTUALLY want him to pass out or suffocate. so once she decides he's suffered enough punishment Ryuuko unwinds her arms from around his head, but not before giving him a rough shove for good measure. Ichigo's a tough guy, he can take it. he might have to nurse his ego a little, though.

without relinquishing her perch, she reclines back into a seated position on top of him, folding her arms with a smug expression.]

It's better to admit defeat when you've lost, y'know? No one likes a sore loser.

[The oxygen that floods his almost desperate lungs is all Ichigo can focus on for a minute when Ryuuko lets him go, but god damnit if her words don't fill him with some serious rage. This bitch can't be serious, how fucking delusional is she?! And is she deaf, on top of it? He already told her, it was a goddamn tie, and she's just here trying to crush him underneath her with no foundation for it, whatsoever.

Ryuuko is done for. If there was ever a way to make Ichigo forget about his anxiety and embarrassment, pinning him down to the bed, choking him and trying to degrade the fuck out of him was it. The only warning she gets, once Ichigo has caught his breath again, is an extremely dark look shot at her from over his shoulder.

And then he moves, fast. Now that she has drawn back, it's not hard for him to push up on one arm and sort of twist underneath her, aiming to give himself more range. Ichigo's hand shoots out, hand wrapping itself around her throat with a grip that doesn't aim to choke her, yet, but is tight enough that he is able to pull Ryuuko towards him a little bit. And then, with frightening ease, he slams her onto her back on the bed beside him.

Ichigo doesn't remove his hand as he finishes pushing himself up onto his knees, in fact that grip does suddenly tighten dangerously, as if to tell her not to fucking move, as he plants his other hand just beside her head and leans in close to her face. He looks pissed, but there is no denying that there is a heat in his eyes, and should she glance down, Ryuuko will be able to see that all of that pinning and choking definitely has him as hard as a rock already. Ichigo should probably be embarrassed about that, but he's just too far gone on the rage front to even consider it.]

You wanna say that again to my face? [Parroting those words she spoke earlier, his lips curl up into a sneer as he hisses at her, with Ichigo holding back nothing as he aims to tear her down as hard as she just tried to do to him. He does loosen his grip a little bit after a moment, realizing that there was no way she would have been able to breathe under the pressure he was putting there.] You're the one who got let off easy, Ryuuko, don't be so fucking delusional. It's not cute, at all. And it was a tie, you goddamn brat.

[it's not that she expected him to just lie there and quietly accept her abuse, then she'd really have to worry that something was wrong. but to say she's shocked when his hand cinches around her throat would be a vast understatement. of all the moves she might've anticipated he'd make, this never even landed on her radar. it's the quickest and most effective way to cripple her, so in retrospect she should have been prepared to block. instead, all she can do is stare back at him wide eyed before she's yanked forward by the neck, the rest of her body just along for the ride, until he literally flips her world upside down.

it takes her a moment to realize she's on her back, barely given a few seconds for her mind to catch up with her body before his grip squeezes tighter. her pulse throbs harshly in her neck, reverberating in her head as her oxygen supply is cut. Ryuuko grunts, a strangled, feral sound that dies in her throat. her pupils contract, pale blue eyes blown wide at the award winning realization that he's fucking choking her. he's got some nerve, this guy. pulling a twisted ass stunt like this-- ..... not that she can talk, really. she did just pin him to the mattress and trap him in a headlock. so.

it's not her first rendezvous with asphyxiation... except none of the other times were in bed.

maybe the most alarming part about all of it, is that even as her heart hammers against her chest as a primal reaction to what essentially boils down to a potential threat against her life.... Ryuuko can't help but find that thrilling. apparently, so does Ichigo- but she doesn't have the mind to inspect his very prominent erection. right now, all she can do is wrestle for air as the blood rushes to her head and her vision starts to blur. the second his grip loosens, Ryuuko's body is acting on that fight or flight instinct.

her fist hurtles against his jaw with enough force to shatter bones and dislodge teeth, grimacing up at him and hissing against the immediate burn in her knuckles from the force of her punch.]

G-G...et... the-- hell offa me!!

[Ichigo fully anticipates that Ryuuko will react violently--there might even be a part of him that is blatantly asking for it. The part of himself that he'd discovered last night, the kind of dark realization that Ichigo Kurosaki likes being abused when it's paired with arousal. Being definitively able to call himself a masochist is something he will absolutely be horrified about later, but right now, the ache between his legs is dictating that he is going to welcome whatever is about to come his way.

Which... might be a slight mistake, on his part. Ryuuko is fucking fast, and her strength is nothing to joke about. Having known it was coming, Ichigo's reflexes save him from taking some very serious damage, but the way he tries to draw back and dodge is just a hair too slow. The impact is tremendous, an explosion of hot white fire in the side of his entire face that makes Ichigo's ears ring, and brings a blossom of stars to his eyes immediately. His head snaps to the side hard as he lets out a shout, the hand on her throat releasing it's hold so that he can bring it up to... ghost over the spot that he can't bring himself to actually touch. The blood wells up in his mouth almost instantly, and the taller teen is leaning back to sit on his heels as he tries to assess the damage with a hard frown.

His tongue slides over to very gently run a line along his teeth, to make sure they're not about to fucking fall out of his skull, and he finds that a couple of them are loose, but still in tact at least. The amount of blood, from the cuts on the inside of his cheek and the aforementioned teeth, is a little bit ridiculous, and Ichigo is spitting the mouthful of it into his hand. Only to realize he has nowhere to put it.

None of the heat is gone from his eyes as he turns his gaze to Ryuuko again, in fact, there's probably only more of it, but... he's taking the moment, if she'll let him. The throb emanating up the entirety of one side of his face is a little bit much for him to want to retaliate yet, but he can try to throw her off guard with an uncharacteristic compliment while he decides just how far he is willing to go in his revenge.]

Nice shot... fuck!

[Let her wonder what the fuck he is about to do. Let it just sit there and fester. Ryuuko better take this opportunity of daze and pain to do something, or she might find herself regretting it once Ichigo has gathered himself.]

[in the time it takes for him to reel back and inspect the state of his jaw, Ryuuko pushes herself up into a seated position. the hand that hit him hangs limp over her lap, while the other reaches up to rub her neck, breaths ragged as she labors to refill her lungs. her eyes never once leave him, watching carefully-- cautiously even. assessing him at the same time he evaluates himself. she knows that hurt, she knows because her hand is on fire and she's the one who delivered the blow.

as the uncomfortable silence stretches on between them, Ryuuko can feel nervous energy radiating off her body in waves. she has absolutely no clue what the fuck he's gonna do next. she just punched the ever living daylights out of him, and he looks seriously pissed, not that she can really blame him there. she doesn't want to imagine what he's going to do in retaliation, doesn't want her mind to wander down any unnecessary dark paths. did she just completely fuck this whole thing up in it's entirety? what kind of fucked up S&M bullshit script did she unknowingly sign up for?

shit. shit shit shit and more shit!!!!

watching as he spits fresh blood into his hand, she has to fight the urge to wince. this stupid idiot. this STUPID fucking IDIOT. why'd he have to go and make her do that??? she opens her mouth, not to apologize or anything like that because... he kind of deserved it. but to say something... only, he beats her to the punchline, this time. and she sits there, completely dumbstruck for a moment. before her face is twisting into a heated scowl.]

A-Are you insane? I could've broken your friggin' jaw just now, and all you can say, is nice shot!?

[grabbing a pillow beside her she thwacks him with it, mixed emotions welling up inside of her that leave her feeling both angry and guilty. and then she's moving, sliding right off the bed and stomping over to the door and disappearing down the hall to the kitchen.

there's some miscellaneous rummaging, a few loudly muttered curses about nothing in particular, and then she's reappearing a moment later with a towel and a bag of frozen peas. he can choose to get back at her in whatever way he sees fit, but she's shoving that ice cold bag of peas against his cheek either way.]

Here, dumbass.

[Honestly? Watching her watch him, seeing that nervousness creep into every inch of her soul as she waits for it is satisfying enough in it's own right. But also, the fact that what he just did to her was... pretty fucking far over the top, and he knew it enough to expect something like this has his own sense of guilt starting to take root. He should probably apologize for choking her like that... it's just a matter of finding the words.

And that's enough to make the waves of fury start to ebb away.

Ichigo snorts at that, raising his arm to block the blow from the pillow, before watching her just. Take off. Leaving him to sit there, awkwardly, with his fucking thoughts and the seriously heinous throb in his jaw. And the hard-on, that even a devastating punch couldn't kill. What the fuck is wrong with him, seriously??

It seems like Ryuuko is back just as quickly as she had gone, and Ichigo is making a sound of pain as she is pressing the bag of frozen vegetables against his jaw. The glare he levels at her is nothing like the look he'd been giving earlier, though, and he raises the hand not holding his bloody spit to hold it there. It's a little soon, for him to want her hands that close to his face, honestly, and Ichigo kind of dips away from her once he has his own hold on it.]

Don't even start with me. I'm not in the mood for your crap right now. [Moving his jaw to talk fucking hurts, and Ichigo is just frowning harder and looking away from her. There's another silence that falls between them, a long pause before Ichigo cuts through it again, still not looking at her, his voice low. Apologetic.

He's not a total fucking savage, and he knows when to own up to his shit.]

...I deserved that. [It's not the exact words, but it's his kind of apology.] And it was a nice shot.

[the way he shrinks back from her hand has her rolling her eyes, dropping her hand to her side where her fingers twitch in towards her palm. it's not that his reaction bothers her, but well... it's not the best feeling. having the guy you invited to a literal fucking sleepover flinch for fear of getting hit. again.

she stares at him a moment, watching him full on sulk as he angles his head the opposite direction. after a few seconds, Ryuuko sighs, turning to plop down unceremoniously on the edge of the bed, lifting her feet to perch against the thin metal frame out of habit. one elbow digs into the top of her thigh and she hunches forward enough to press her mouth into the palm of her hand. the good one, not the one that's still throbbing in pain where it grips the hand towel against the edge of the mattress. that one is notably red at the point of impact, knuckles already having bruised and tinged an ugly shade of purple. she ignores it, in favor of just... staring blankly at the dusty furniture opposite her.

what a mess.

if anyone saw the sorry state of them right now, they'd probably assume they got into some seriously twisted back alley bar crawl, as many bruises and cuts and open wounds as they have.

Ryuuko lets the quiet stretch on, at a complete loss for what to do or say to somehow salvage whatever the fuck they had going for them. it's why, when Ichigo finally breaks the silence, she's surprised to hear him sounding so.... uncharacteristically penitent. her brows lift, glancing back at him from over her shoulder as she debates on how to respond. she doesn't dwell on it too long, though, not when he follows it up with that dumb backwards ass praise yet again.

exhaling some of the tension from her body, Ryuuko shifts her position, pulling her feet up onto the mattress and swerving to sit cross legged in front of him. she places her hands on her knees, giving him a pointed look before attempting to reach out to him. slowly, slowwwwly, like trying to help a wounded animal out in the wild, her gaze fixed on his expression to gauge his reaction. and if he lets her, she balls the towel to dab at his hand, the one full of blood, soaking it up a little at a time.]

You're pretty messed up... huh?

[physically... mentally.... both.]

[Now that some of her fire seems to have lessened, he's less worried that the next words to come out of his mouth might trigger her to haul off like a wicked fucking banshee and break his nose or something next. This time, Ichigo doesn't move an inch, other than to actually open the bloodied hand to let her wipe it away. Tense brown eyes watching her face closely.

What level of fucking hurricane has he gotten himself caught in here, really? How has he found himself sitting on Ryuuko's bed, naked as the day he was born, nursing a very narrowly not broken jaw, after a night of the most intense sex (not hard to achieve there, since he's only done it like once before this) he has ever had in his life? And how the fuck is it, that looking at Ryuuko who just as naked and scowling at him as she cleans up the carnage, still has Ichigo wanting more? How is it that she is able to make him lose complete control of himself on so many fronts?

His line of vision drops to her neck at that thought, expression darkening a little bit. Once his hand is clean, he moves it, reaching out slowly so as not to startle her, either, to tentatively and gently touch two fingertips to the fingermarks that are starting to blossom on her throat. It makes him frown more, and he raises those eyes to meet hers, still looking guilty as fuck as he responds to her question.]

I guess I am. [Ichigo obviously means more on the mental front, because jesus fucking christ. Really, what is wrong with him? How could he actually let himself do something like that? And the fact that it was almost easy is what disturbs him the most.]

...you okay? [He asks it, hesitantly, as he moves his hand to take the bloodied towel from her. Ichigo looks down at it, before raising it to his mouth so he can spit more blood into it.]

[she's diligent, eyes focused on the task of cleaning him up as she falls silent.

there's something about the normalcy of this she finds calming.... a somewhat disturbing thought, honestly. but out of everything they've experienced in the last several hours, the struggle that took place just now is the closest thing to a standard interaction between the two of them. granted, they're usually fully clothed (or at least partially) and facing off in some sort of field or arena specifically staged for the purpose of fighting. it'd be weird if one or both of them didn't emerge with a handful of bruises or a bloody nose.

ah, damn. is she really comparing the morning after to a fucking street fight, right now? what the actual fuck is wrong with them. she frowns a little harder, only for that same expression to soften again as he lifts his hand to lightly graze his fingertips against the marks she assumes have begun to appear on her neck where he'd nearly crushed her windpipe earlier. it hurts, but nowhere near as bad as the pain he's got to be enduring in the side of his face, right now.

she holds his gaze, sighing through her nose as she searches his eyes for answers.... and coming up empty handed, in the end. slouching a bit she eyes away from him, mulling over the thoughts swirling through her head.]

M'fine.

[her lips tense, dissatisfied with her own terse response. so, she clicks her tongue, and tries again.]

I'm in a helluva lot better shape than you are, that's for damn sure.

[The normalcy of the cleanup after a fight isn't lost on him... but there is no denying that some things have changed drastically in between them. The silence hanging in the air for one, with the seriousness that has taken over. The softer way she meets his eyes, the way that Ryuuko actually stops and thinks about what she is going to say instead of spouting out whatever bullshit insult comes to mind first?

And most importantly, the glaring, unavoidable sight of her not wearing a fucking thing but the panties he'd never taken off of her the night before.

Ichigo finds himself in a weird place of not knowing where to go from here, but one thing is certain, and he's not sure he knows what to do with that, either. That being the fact that the idea of leaving her presence fills him with a sense of disappointment. Even in the face of the fact that she nearly broke his fucking jaw. That Ryuuko has left so much evidence of their coupling on his body that he looks like the tried to fuck a goddamn polar bear, and not a teenage girl of her size.

He doesn't really like the way she looks away from him, so he reassures her in his typical cocky Ichigo fashion. A nudge to her knee with one hand to get her attention back on him.]

You know I can take much worse, this is nothin'. See? [It's not easy to open his mouth wide enough to show off the fact that all of his teeth, while completely red , are in each of their rightful places in his bloody mouth. Slowly, he closes his mouth again, daring to try to offer a faint smile.] All teeth are accounted for, and the jaw ain't broken, so I'm good.

[wow that uh. Ichigo, you look like shit buddy. the sight of glaringly red teeth is enough to make her cringe, her expression wrinkling, a cross between sympathy and disturbance at the way he attempts to shrug it off. a part of her knows he's just doing that for her sake.... but it really doesn't make her feel any better, seeing the damage she's done. it's not a pretty picture. she just stares at him, with a look that wordlessly questions his sanity. maybe... maybe she knocked loose whatever few screws he had bolted in place up top? should he see a doctor? a therapist... at the very least, probably.]

Uhhhh..... r-right.

[ugh, damn. something about this weird, intense air between them just doesn't sit right. it's like they're tip toeing around each other's feelings. something they never do. Ryuuko likes Ichigo because he tells it to her like it is. he's honest with his feelings, even if that means she won't necessarily like or approve of them. it's that rare connection where she feels like she doesn't have to hide, or filter herself to better accommodate others. she's never held back, with him, and she doesn't plan on starting now.]

You don't have to act like that, y'know.

[Ryuuko's gaze hardens a little, if only to relay the seriousness with which she means what she's about to say.]

I'd rather you chew my ear off about how bad it hurts, or hit me back... than sit here and listen to you tell me it's alright.

[she's not so emotionally frail that she can't handle the truth. because it's definitely not ok. and while a weaker person might find some twisted sense of relief in hearing someone else excuse their own shitty behavior, Ryuuko's just not that kind of person. she'd rather take responsibility for the pain she's caused him and own up to it, than allow him to attempt to simply absolve her of her guilt.]

[Well, the way that she just stares at him definitely has him losing the smile, eyebrows pulling down at the same time as his mouth to make that typical frown he's always got on his face. It deepens though, as her expression seems to get more serious, and there's a hint of confusion in there when the other teen goes and says that shit.

Well that was a quick way to kill his attempt to lighten the mood.]

I'm not, though. [A pause, and Ichigo just seems to frown even harder, lowering the hand that is holding the frozen peas to his cheek. This change of tune for them is... really fucking uncomfortable and weird, mostly because he is so used to them blaming each other for the things that happen that blaming themselves is just.

Unheard of. Maybe he was pissed, at first, but it was mostly the shock and pain that had him feeling that way. The fucking fingerprints on her neck are proof enough that this was absolutely his own doing, and it didn't take long for him to lose any vitriol he had about being hit so hard.]

Okay so. Fine, I was trying to lighten the damn mood. But seriously, Ryuuko, [A pause, because Ichigo is sighing and glancing away from her. That apologetic tone is slowly creeping back into his voice as he goes on. Needless to say, Ichigo is dealing with some serious shame about losing control of himself like that.] I took that way too goddamn far and anyone in their right mind woulda reacted like that. I'm surprised you haven't told me to get the fuck out, honestly...

riiiiise and shiiiine

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