"Nanao-chaaan," The captain of the eighth division sang, twirling up in a flurry of pink to perch on the edge of his vice-captain's desk.
"What do you want?" Nanao said a little irritably as she lost count of the figures she had been totting up.
"I?" Shunsui waved an elegant hand. "I simply wish to run my hands over the gentle curves of sweet Nanao-chan's supple figure, smell the sweet scent of adorable Nanao-chan's delicate perfume and bury my head in the voluptuous valley of lovely Nanao-chan's perfect-"
"Don't be disgusting, Kyouraku-taichou." The adorable Nanao-chan interrupted crisply, frowning sternly at the expenses book before her.
"Nanao-chan, you wound me." Shunsui said in what was certainly a very injured tone of voice.
His vice-captain heaved a long-suffering sigh. "Can I actually help you with anything, sir?"
"Nanao-chan could help me with a matter of the heart…" Shunsui began mournfully; then he caught sight of the expression on her face, and changed tack abruptly. "Alternatively, dearest Nanao-chan," He said meekly, "I was wondering if you would care to share a bottle or two of sake to celebrate our love."
"Get out of my office!"
;D
I love writing these two together. So much fun!
R&R, please.
~Featherz