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ℒ Pulling them into a hall/alley to kiss them passionately.
She’s so intent on work --- or rather, delivering the sachets of paperwork in her arms, then going home for the evening to finally rest --- that she hardly notices the subtle licks of reiatsu that begin to shadow her roundabout path across the barracks. Not until she’s dropped off the last papers with a merciless little ‘sorry!’, and the reiatsu is suddenly right there, exposed to her just as violet irises meet hers. Lips part for a surprised sound, to greet Rukia as she always would, but Ivette is silenced before she can get far by a hand finding the nape of her neck to draw her down and in, which --- really, she can’t protest, when it entails warm lips and hands in her hair. So she bows, giving in.
When she lost the notion of pure intent with the Kuchiki still manages to slip Ivette’s mind even now, which has gone entirely blissfully blank before starting back alight at the increasingly urgent hold on her person. Words are entirely lost, and fingers are a smooth slide down the lieutenant’s sides, fortunately unpainted lips, today, slanting against hers in a hum. Teeth would find Rukia’s lip in a bare scrape as she catches hold of the backs of thighs to hoist the smaller up against her hips, right there in the mouth of the hallway. Risky or not, she couldn’t be brought to care for just a moment as she pulls away, smirk sharp in the dim.
