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Birthday Drabble for Tsuki~
This is a little birthday MS~verse! drabble I scribbled for Tsuki (and partly for her adorable Tetsu).
Title: Happy Birthday, Baby
Characters: TetsuRan (of course)
Timeline: Kinda FastForward?
Notes: Happy Birthday Tsuki! (and Tetsu, happy late birthday!)
“What is it?”
Rangiku rolls her eyes at the seemingly dumb question.
“Let’s see… a box covered in colorful paper and tied with bright ribbons. I might be mistaken, but it looks like a present me.”
With a snort, Tetsu turns the box over in his hands.
“Ain’t big enough for you to be in it.”
Ran laughs and nudges him with her foot. The scene is a comfortable one, her stretched out on the couch, him at the other end, her bare feet tucked in behind him. Even Haineko’s on her best behavior for once, content to curl on her mistress’ lap; her green eyes staring up at him.
They’ve finally been together long enough that not every moment is a hectic, breathless one, full of fumbling hands and eager mouths, but more often then not, it’s like it is now. True affection and trust, knowledge that they’ve seen the other at their worst, not just their best.
“I ain’t your present, silly. Besides, you’ve spent enough time in the past unwrapping me. Get busy.”
He flips the box one more time before he slides his fingers under the taped flap.
“Oh my GOD. Just tear it open!”
He grins over at her, knowing she hates when he does shit like that. “Why? You worked so hard on wrapping it. I wanna…”
She leans in and makes a swipe for the gift, intent on taking it from him. Haineko, sensing that her cushiony spot isn’t a safe one anymore, jumps free just as Ran’s hand closes over one end of the still wrapped box. Before she can tighten her fingers on the box, however, it’s pulled from her grasp. She bends in even more, only to be laughed at as the same thing happens again. With a huffy sigh, she starts to lean back, only to be caught, his hand around her wayward wrist.
“ ’S my present. I’ll unwrap it like I wanna unwrap it. Yer’ just jealous I ain’t unwrappin’ you right now.”
“No, I’m just wanting to see you open the damn thing since I had to spend a lot of time trying to find it!”
He lets her go and makes a point to ignore her as he finishes unwrapping the gift, finally baring the small box under the paper. Another moment reveals softly napped black cotton, a familiar logo printed across the front.
With a shocked expression, he looks over at Ran’s grinning face. “Where’d you find this?”
The shirt is a recognizable one; one that she’d inadvertently ruined a while back in an unfortunate laundry accident. It took him weeks to get over the loss of his beloved shirt and speak to her again without that sad look on his face.
“I got my connections.”
He can’t help but stare between the shirt and Ran, each look more incredulous.
“Oh, God. I think I love you.”
“You better love me for more than that, or else I’ll kick your ass.”
He yanks his shirt off and turns to face her, the lazy grin back.
“I got the right size, but go ahead and try it on if you don’t believe me…”
“Ain’t tryin’ it on.”
His hands slide under her knees and pulls her closer, intent on showing her just how much he believes her…
Title: Happy Birthday, Baby
Characters: TetsuRan (of course)
Timeline: Kinda FastForward?
Notes: Happy Birthday Tsuki! (and Tetsu, happy late birthday!)
“What is it?”
Rangiku rolls her eyes at the seemingly dumb question.
“Let’s see… a box covered in colorful paper and tied with bright ribbons. I might be mistaken, but it looks like a present me.”
With a snort, Tetsu turns the box over in his hands.
“Ain’t big enough for you to be in it.”
Ran laughs and nudges him with her foot. The scene is a comfortable one, her stretched out on the couch, him at the other end, her bare feet tucked in behind him. Even Haineko’s on her best behavior for once, content to curl on her mistress’ lap; her green eyes staring up at him.
They’ve finally been together long enough that not every moment is a hectic, breathless one, full of fumbling hands and eager mouths, but more often then not, it’s like it is now. True affection and trust, knowledge that they’ve seen the other at their worst, not just their best.
“I ain’t your present, silly. Besides, you’ve spent enough time in the past unwrapping me. Get busy.”
He flips the box one more time before he slides his fingers under the taped flap.
“Oh my GOD. Just tear it open!”
He grins over at her, knowing she hates when he does shit like that. “Why? You worked so hard on wrapping it. I wanna…”
She leans in and makes a swipe for the gift, intent on taking it from him. Haineko, sensing that her cushiony spot isn’t a safe one anymore, jumps free just as Ran’s hand closes over one end of the still wrapped box. Before she can tighten her fingers on the box, however, it’s pulled from her grasp. She bends in even more, only to be laughed at as the same thing happens again. With a huffy sigh, she starts to lean back, only to be caught, his hand around her wayward wrist.
“ ’S my present. I’ll unwrap it like I wanna unwrap it. Yer’ just jealous I ain’t unwrappin’ you right now.”
“No, I’m just wanting to see you open the damn thing since I had to spend a lot of time trying to find it!”
He lets her go and makes a point to ignore her as he finishes unwrapping the gift, finally baring the small box under the paper. Another moment reveals softly napped black cotton, a familiar logo printed across the front.
With a shocked expression, he looks over at Ran’s grinning face. “Where’d you find this?”
The shirt is a recognizable one; one that she’d inadvertently ruined a while back in an unfortunate laundry accident. It took him weeks to get over the loss of his beloved shirt and speak to her again without that sad look on his face.
“I got my connections.”
He can’t help but stare between the shirt and Ran, each look more incredulous.
“Oh, God. I think I love you.”
“You better love me for more than that, or else I’ll kick your ass.”
He yanks his shirt off and turns to face her, the lazy grin back.
“I got the right size, but go ahead and try it on if you don’t believe me…”
“Ain’t tryin’ it on.”
His hands slide under her knees and pulls her closer, intent on showing her just how much he believes her…
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