"!!!" [ from terumi. ]
Send “ !!! ” for my muse’s reaction to yours kissing them in the middle of a battle.
It wasn’t so much a battle as much as it was a sparring session, a challenging and brutal sparring session. Rangiku had certainly had her fair share of battles, whether it be with enemy or comrade and she’d enjoyed most of them, but not as much as the battle she was having with Terumi. He seemed intent on pushing her past her limits, testing her temper and seeing if she could keep a level head. It wasn’t an easy feat considering her temper could get bad but they’d been at this for a little over an hour and she was fine, emotionally anyway. Sweat slid down her temples, her chest heaving lightly.
A brooding expression slid over Terumi's features and Rangiku certainly grew wary at the look. What could be going through his head in that moment? She wasn't sure whether to run or stand her ground as he stalked toward her, his blade discarded as he reached for her.
Sheathing her own blade, she could barely manage to stifle her gasp as one tattooed arm slid around her waist and pulled her into his body, the opposite hand burying into her hair and tugging until her face turned up to his. “Teru--” It was only then that he took possession of her mouth. There was nothing sweet about it. It was unyielding, passionate and destructive. With ever nip to her lips and the sweep of his tongue against hers, the tigress clung to him, helpless against the onslaught as she moaned low in her throat.
Heat crawled up to her cheeks, and claws dug into his biceps as she sought to get closer to his body. Someone could have caught them making out like they were but Rangiku decided she didn't care, just as long as she could have more of him. It was moments later when they reluctantly broke apart, breathing ragged and lidded eyes glancing at one another that they decided who cared about sparring, kissing was more important.
