[ That's pretty much growled at the hollow, but Ichigo does turn around long enough to let Shiro see his eyes; the wild, half-crazy, half-desperate look in them that was nearly overshadowed by unfocused desire. Stepping in, he grabs two handfuls of Shiro's shirt, and all but slams him up against the wall, pressing up against the hollow with a snarl. ]
Where were you.
[ Not waiting for the answer, since Ichigo wasn't really asking about Shiro's location anyway, he forces a kiss on him, shuddering with relief as his body rolls, strained and needful. You're the one that started this dance, Shiro, and now Ichigo was making it perfectly clear that this - whatever it is - is not going to be only on your terms. ]
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[ That's pretty much growled at the hollow, but Ichigo does turn around long enough to let Shiro see his eyes; the wild, half-crazy, half-desperate look in them that was nearly overshadowed by unfocused desire.
Stepping in, he grabs two handfuls of Shiro's shirt, and all but slams him up against the wall, pressing up against the hollow with a snarl. ]
Where were you.
[ Not waiting for the answer, since Ichigo wasn't really asking about Shiro's location anyway, he forces a kiss on him, shuddering with relief as his body rolls, strained and needful.
You're the one that started this dance, Shiro, and now Ichigo was making it perfectly clear that this - whatever it is - is not going to be only on your terms. ]