Tsukiro's Room at Urahara's

Tsukiro groaned, mostly at himself, and laid back down, cuddling with her. He curled into the covers with her tightly pressed against him.

"You're so adorable, I can't say no." He kissed her nose and cheek. "But we have to get up before Kisuke comes back and drags us out of bed."

Tsukiro quickly covered her mouth and laughed. "Don't do that quite yet. I'd rather not have Kisuke kill me."

He gathered Kita up in his arms and picked her up bridal style."let's go have breakfast and see what Kisuke wants." He kissed her forehead as he carried her out of his room and to the kitchen.

"Rage and Heart":

Once Tsukiro reached the shop Kita was awake and he found no one there. No Kisuke, no Tessai, not even the brats were there. He quickly sealed the shop keeping Kita's reiatsu locked tight inside. When he finished he went back to Kita. There he found her, her knees pulled to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs. She was shaken still from the events from last night and he found it hard to calm her down when he went to her. Sitting down with her he made her talk about it, however; if he knew all he was going to be hearing from her was Gin this and Gin that he would have never told her that talking about it was the only way to move over it. Tsukiro was up to his eyeballs with hearing the foxes name. What he saw an hour ago with the two of them was enough to piss him off, now this? Finally, he snapped at Kita.

"You had my cell why didn't you call me!" He growled at her. "You know I would have come for you! Damn it Kita! I did not give you that damn phone to keep in your pocket I told you to call me if you found yourself in a bad situation."

He stomped around the room. At this point he was beyond being jealous. Now it was more like possessive anger. It seemed like everywhere he turned, some other man was after Kita. Though he didn't blame them, her unrivaled beauty was no excuse to be chasing after her. She was HIS now. Her mind, body, heart and soul belonged to him now.

He turned back to her. "You just love having men chase after you, don't you? You love watching them squirm every time you so much as walk in the room. Hell, half the men in soul society would love nothing more than to just throw themselves at your feet! They'd probably sell their souls just to jump between your legs!"

As Kita slammed the door, regret and guilt wormed it's way easily into his heart. However, jealousy and anger that she hadn't called him to come be with her still made his blood run hot though his veins. He growled low in his chest, mostly at himself, and flopped down on his futon. He sat there for what seemed like an hour before the heat subsided and he was left only with the feeling of guilt and a bad taste in his mouth.

He sat there for another twenty minutes debating with himself before he sighed, got up, and went to the bathroom door. He could hear her softly crying beyond the door. He knocked lightly and placed his forehead to the door.

"Kita..." He called in a small voice. "Kita, I'm sorry. I didn't mean any of that. I was just hurt that you didn't call me to come to you. I know you don't ask for attention. And I hate that you get it anyway." He paused, thinking up his next words carefully. "I love you, Kita. It would have killed me if you had been taken away. Please open the door?"

Tsukiro sighed and nodded. "That's ok. You have every right to hate me." He turned around and pressed his back to the door. "I'm a jealous, possessive boyfriend with way to many issues to speak of. But..." He slid down the door, sitting in front of it. "I'm still not going anywhere. I'll stay right here until you're ready to come out."

He leaned his head back against the door and closed his eyes.

Rubbing the knot on the back of his head, Tsukiro sat up and looked down the hallway. The door to his room was closed, but he hadn't heard the click of the lock. She had said she was still mad at him, but she had smiled and hadn't locked the door.

Shrugging it off, he stood up and walked down the hall to his room. He slowly opened the door and peered in. However the sight of her only made his blood run hotter than ever. Not in anger, but in desire and lust.

She laid across his futon with her knees drawn up slightly and her back facing one of the walls. The robe she wore was violet and black and very short. When her knees bent, the bottom of the robe barely covered her most intimate area. The top of the robe was loose and falling open, revealing her cleavage. She wasn't looking at him. She held an annoyed expression, however, he could tell it was fake, especially when she glanced to the side and saw his entire face flushing a deep shade of red. Her lips twitched.

Involuntarily, he licked his parched lips, a rush of breath leaving them in a shudder of a sigh. He swallowed hard as every inch of his skin blazed; from the tips of his toes to the very tips of his fingers. He opened his mouth to speak, but there were no words.

Tsukiro pressed his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in deeply, inhaling her wonderfully sweet scent. He moaned against her skin. He snaked his arms around her and turned her on her side so he could pull gently on the sash of her robe. He opened the top further so most of her chest was exposed. He kissed down her neck to the top of her large breasts. As his mouth and hand roamed her body, Tsukiro discovered that she was a lot softer than he originally thought. Her soft, supple skin was heavenly. His hands went from her waist to her thighs, pulling them up and into his hips.

When he pulled back to look her in the eyes, his own eyes held a hungry glow. "How about I make you forgive me?"