Second chapter to my drabble collection, I'll be adding to this randomly.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. Or Yoruichi...or Kisuke...

Morning Afternoons

The sun was gleaming through the window, it was warm. The day was already beautiful.

But it was 1 in the afternoon and she wanted to get up out of bed already.

She rolled herself over on the bed onto him and poked his forehead a few times. The response she received was a little disappointing, since all he did was groan.

"Kisuke..."

"Hmm..."

"Wake uuuup." She said with her forehead pressing against his.

"It's too early, babe..." He complained as he pulled the covers over the two of them, Yoruichi had tugged them off.

"It's the afternoon, babe." She said, flicking his nose.

"What time...?" He asked groggily.

"One." She said as she placed her middle finger and her thumb on each of his cheeks and squeezed them together, causing his lips to pucker out.

He tried to protest but words just couldn't form while his face resembled a fish. She had him just where she wanted him.

Until he decided to doze off again.

So she decided it was time for phase three.

She rested her head on his chest and she could feel him exhale in relief that she had given up. There was no way she'd give up on him so easy. She always made sure that she won. She trailed her hands on each of his bare sides and curled her fingers as she wiggled them around, causing him to wriggle about until he pushed her hands off of him.

"Hey, hey! No tickling a sleeping man!" He said as he sat up.

She simply rolled back over onto her own side and stared up at the ceiling with a happy and mischievious smile. Mission accomplished, he was now sitting up.

"Then get up." She said as she turned her head to face him.

"Why?" He complained as he laid back down. "It's so early..."

"Because this place gets so lonely, walking around all by myself." She said as she pouted and walked her fingers up his shoulder. "And because it's already the afternoon..."

He tried to ignore her the best he could, but she was making it rather hard. Especially after she pulled all of the blankets off.

She climbed out of bed and walked slowly around it, purposely swaying her hips as she tied her hair up into a messy pony tail. She knew he was watching, and that's exactly why she was dawdling around so slowly.

"Kisuke." She said as she fixed her hair in the mirror.

"What?"

"If you get up, I'll make pancakes."

"And bacon?" He added with enthusiasm.

"Oh, honey, don't push it." She said as she turned around.

"What about you make me breakfast in bed?" He suggested hopefully.

She raised an eyebrow and shot him a look that told him he wasn't going to be getting pancakes in bed.

"Ahw, why not?" He whined.

"Didn't I say don't push it?" She asked, crossing her arms.

"Yes..." He answered carefully.

"And don't you think that maybe breakfast in bed would be pushing it?"

"I guess so."

"Then that's why." She said so simply.

"Ah."

"So, are you going to get up?"

"Ohhh, I dunno."

"Here's your choices: pancakes, or cold pizza. Again."

He quickly stepped out of bed and smiled at her, "Okay, okay, I'm up."

"Uh-huh." She said, waving a hand in the air as she walked out of the bedroom.

He yawned, stretching his arms into the air as he searched around the room for his hat. It wasn't on the the nightstand, which was odd, since that's where he had left it the previous night.

"Yoruichi! Have you seen--"

"No." She called down the hall.

"But I didn't--"

"I don't know where it is, Kisuke."

He walked into the kitchen to see her hovering over the oven with pancake batter, and also with his hat on her head. So he stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder.

"So, I have a question." He said, his lips brushing against her earlobe.

"Oh, really?"

"Mmhmm."

"And what is that?"

"Why are you wearing my hat?"

"Ohhh, maybe because it looks much cuter on me." She answered as she turned her head, rubbing her cheek against his whiskery chin.

"Hmm." He said backing away and placing his hand on his chin. "Well, that may be true, but it's my hat, kitty."

"But it covers up too much of your face. I like you better without it."

He shrugged as he lifted her up by her waist and sat her down on the counter.

"No cooking if I don't get my hat back."

She crossed her arms and looked away from him. "That's not going to work, Kisuke." She wanted this to be over quickly, because the fact was, she really wanted some pancakes.

"Hmm." He knelt down and curled his fingers under her toes.

She bit down on her bottom lip as her eyes teared up. She wasn't going to laugh, she had to hold it in. If she laughed, it meant he won, and she wasn't going to let him win. Tickling wasn't going to make her give in.

After seeing that his plan was proving uneffective, he stood back up and tapped his left foot as he placed his hand back on his chin.

"So what do I need to do in order to get it back, Miss Yoruichi?"

"Tell me that I win." She answered quickly.

He pondered on it for a bit, and he still couldn't come up with any further ideas, but he wasn't letting her win so easy.

"No, I don't think so --"

She had leaned down, pressing her lips against his as she placed his hat back on his head and laced her arms around his neck. He picked her up at her waist and brought her closer while she wrapped her legs around him, causing him to stumbled backwards into the refridgerator.

She pulled away from him for just a moment. "Do I win?" She asked innocently.

"Oh, you most definitely win." He said with a smile as his lips met hers yet again.

She abruptly pulled away again, to his dismay, and her eyes suddenly grew wide.

"Shit, I burned the pancakes!"

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Just a oneshot about Kisuke's laziness and pancakes.

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