Warm Hands and Pink Strawberries
Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine, it is copyrighted to Tite Kubo (the master of my soul). I hope that no one is offended by this pairing, but flames will be used to burn my spam. And boy, do I get a lot of spam.

Warm Hands and Pink Strawberries

Warm hands attached to equally warm arms encircled the petite brunette. Shaggy but soft brown hair brushed pale cheeks as the lean body cradled the smaller closer.

A soft sigh, slightly annoyed but lovingly amused, escaped Mizuiro's lightly smiling mouth. His smile grew just a little when his back was cushioned more firmly against his lover's lean chest. It grew even more when that shaggy head bent down to lightly kiss his jaw. It disappeared when those kisses stopped.

Confused, he gently took those warm hands and turned to face his lover.

"What's wrong, Keigo," he asked quietly, his jet bangs nearly completely obscuring an equally dark eye.

A wide mouth stretched in a gentle grin.

"Nothing," murmured Keigo, "I was just thinkin' what Kurosaki's face would look like if he saw us like this."

"And," giggled Mizuiro, "what would it look like?"

"About the same as when Ishida knitted him that sweater", Keigo's grin widened at the memory, " I never woulda thought Ichigo would be able to pull off pink so well."

Mizuiro's giggles against his chest grew quiet.

His lean and small hands reached into shaggy locks, pulling gently until that grinning mouth was just a few inches from his own smiling one.

"Well, that's too bad Ishida got to shock him before we had our chance, but I'm sure we could think of something, ne?", he purred just before taking that grin with his own, now sly, smile.