Next to You

Summary: Rukia let out a small moan, and softly whispered his name. His eyes softened and he leaned down, placing a kiss on the top of her head; wrapping his arms around the small shinigami. Fluffy, IchiRuki One-Shot.

A/N: I'm back~! Once again, with another IchiRuki One-Shot ^w^ Hopefully, this one will be better than my last one =_='

Anyway, please feel free to point out mistakes or make suggestions. As always, Constructive Criticism will be very appreciated; I really want to know what you thought about it, good or bad, so please review~! ^w^

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Groaning, the once sleeping shinigami, who had just woken up to the cool morning breeze, lazily rolled to his side, and sat up near the edge of his bed.

Yawning, he stretched a bit, rubbing his sore eye, and cracking open the other, only to catch a glimpse of pitch-black hair, in the corner of his eye.

Sighting in annoyance, his gaze shifted to the raven-haired shinigami who slept peacefully in the side of his bed.

Once again, she had disobeyed the clear rule he had pointed out so many times before of not sleeping in his bed. But, knowing her so well, he knew she wouldn't listen to him.

Unfortunately, this was the seventh night in a row that she had decided to climb up in his bed, during the middle of the night.

He would, like so many nights in a row, yell out her name, and demand for her to get out of his bed, poking her a time or two, knowing how it annoyed the hell out of her. And,of course, Rukia woke up angrily, cursing under her breath, muttering something about killing him in his sleep next time, and hitting his head quite hardly; but, unlike so many times before, he decided not to do it this specific morning.

Instead, he sighted again, and carefully, trying not to wake her up, he slowly moved to the edge of his bed, trying to stand up, but felt a faint tug at his arm, and noticed that Rukia had, probably un-intentionally, grabbed his arm firmly.

He smiled warmly, something quite rare coming from him, and decided to stay in his bed for a few minutes.

Lying on his side, he stared at the sleeping form of the midget who would yell at him, and scold him, who now seemed to be in such a calm and peaceful state; it was actually quite soothing, listening to her relaxed breathing.

But soon, she began to stir, only to move closer to Ichigo, and nuzzle her head against his chest; and, rather un-characteristically, a soft, tint of pink made its way to his cheeks.

He felt the petite shinigami's warmth radiate from her, and a soft smile played on his lips, noticing how… "cute" Rukia looked while she slept.

Just then, Rukia let out a small moan, and softly whispered: "Ichigo…"

His eyes softened, and he brushed a few strands of hair off her face. Leaning down, he placed a kiss on the top of her head lovingly, and wrapped his arms around the small shinigami, that seemed so venerable, and defenseless in his grasp.

He rested his chin over her head, and closed his eyes.

Even though he knew, that in a few minutes, his father would barge in his room, make a big show about how his son had finally gotten a cute girlfriend, and probably take out his ridiculously big Misaki poster, and tell her how grown up his little Ichigo become; and how Rukia would probably push him away, kick him a few times, and call him a pervert, but he didn't care.

A small smile formed in his lips, as he felt Rukia nuzzle her head even closer as a sign of comfort, and slowly, he drifted to a dream-less sleep.