[Shiro knew how to get what he wanted. With Ichigo, it required patience and perseverance. Whenever Ichigo kicked him out of the bed, he just crawled back in. Eventually, his orange-headed other gave up on trying to keep the Hollow from getting all up in his business. But some nights, when one or the other had trouble getting to sleep for whatever reason, they would often go their separate ways and the Hollow would curl up on his beanbag nest, still in the corner. But not this lazy afternoon.
Who sleeps in jeans, Ichigo? Crazy guy. Shiro's arms manage to snake around his bed partner, digging his fingers lazily into the orange hair. He groans a little when Ichigo decides to tangle their legs toether, but a little shifting and they're back in a comfortable position. Except for the stupid pressure and heat. Where the hell had that come from?]
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Date: 2011-04-03 01:46 am (UTC)Who sleeps in jeans, Ichigo? Crazy guy. Shiro's arms manage to snake around his bed partner, digging his fingers lazily into the orange hair. He groans a little when Ichigo decides to tangle their legs toether, but a little shifting and they're back in a comfortable position. Except for the stupid pressure and heat. Where the hell had that come from?]