[Shiro growls and licks his lips off the blood he drew, but he isn't showing his teeth any more. He even lowers his foot. Jesus Christ, man, he was barely in the door.
He doesn't really protest when Ichigo leans against him, though, cause at least it isn't rough (not that he minds roughness, it just took him waaay off guard).
Shiro just lets him do that, not fighting back any more, and even sliding his hands around Ichigo's waist. He huffs, breath hot in Ichigo's ear]
I gave you space, like you said you wanted. It was what you wanted, right? [If course it wasn't. Shiro knew that now. So instead of letting Ichigo answer, Shiro plants a soft, but intense, kiss on that injured lip; a sort of apology for biting him earlier. Cornered animals and all that]
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Date: 2011-06-04 12:15 am (UTC)He doesn't really protest when Ichigo leans against him, though, cause at least it isn't rough (not that he minds roughness, it just took him waaay off guard).
Shiro just lets him do that, not fighting back any more, and even sliding his hands around Ichigo's waist. He huffs, breath hot in Ichigo's ear]
I gave you space, like you said you wanted. It was what you wanted, right? [If course it wasn't. Shiro knew that now. So instead of letting Ichigo answer, Shiro plants a soft, but intense, kiss on that injured lip; a sort of apology for biting him earlier. Cornered animals and all that]