Rise and Shine

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[Jyuushiko has been waiting here at least three hours now - Retsu has already come by once to ask if she'd rather just rest in her own room and be called when Shunsui finally woke up, but she wanted to be here, this time. With any luck his fever had broken enough that they could talk, at least.

The wheelchair was a concession to Retsu - one she had to somewhat grudgingly admit was necessary after her first attempt at walking to Shunsui's room had ended rather abruptly less than halfway through with her curled on the floor, racked with coughs that brought up blood. Still, she could have done without the reminder of her current continued infirmity. The blanket tucked in around her lap only makes her feel more like an old woman, even though she knows right now she'd be shivering otherwise.

Still, she knows Shunsui will not judge her weaknesses, which is a small relief. Of course, he'd have to wake up, first.]

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[She lets Shunsui tuck her up against him - half the time she'd complain, even in jest, about such an openly protective move, and certainly has in the past, the many times he's done it. When they were in the Academy, still working out the balance between them, it had frustrated her. But that was a long time ago, and right now - she's content to accept the gesture and what it means. A small bit of comfort when it feels like everything else is falling apart around them.]

Hmph. No temptress today - and you're not in any state fit to be tempted, I think.

[A small tease, though the humor in his voice makes her intent clear. The half-smile drops from her face at the slightly wet sound of that cough, though. Not the first time she's heard it outside her own body, but there's a surge of panic each time, knowing what it could mean.]

Are you alright?

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[A part of his mind knows that the lack of protest from Jyuushiko should worry him - that usually, even if he got his way, it was rarely without a tart remark at the very least. But he's too grateful to have her there - to feel the warmth of her body against him and the countering coolness of her spiritual power filling the dark void where his own should be - grateful enough to push the spark of concern away before it takes shape.

And besides - after two centuries, Kyouraku knows his own faults, and would never deny that an inclination to self-indulgence is of them, even at the worst of times... perhaps especially at the worst of times. Lowering his head slightly, he places a kiss on the exposed skin behind her ear.]

Oya, I'm always fit enough to be tempted.

[Still, he's careful not to inhale too sharply, especially with the weight of her against him - experimentally taking one slow, shallow breath after another. Kyouraku's memories of the past few days - weeks - are muddy, despite the clarity of the fever dreams, but he can remember the sensation of drowning all too well - of being unable to draw air into his lungs and the naked fear that had accompanied it.

It's something that he has seen for himself - that Ukitake has described to him many times after an attack, or after waking in a breathless panic in the middle of the night. But it's the first time that he has fully understood it, and his arms tighten around her a little at the question.]

You know me, Jyuu. It's nothing that won't heal - given enough time and enough sake.

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[She can't help a small shiver at the light kiss - her body may be battered and exhausted, but it still reacts - and that's a sensitive spot. The tiny spark of physical pleasure is enough to chase away some of the fear, unknot a little of the tension that the rough cough had brought with it.]

I didn't think to smuggle some in with me, unfortunately - though I think Retsu would have frisked me if I so much thought of it.

[The jest makes her feel a little like her old self, the rhythm between them familiar.