You dragged yourself through the front door, half-asleep, bag slung over your shoulder. Long day. Too long.

But as you stepped into the living room, you were met with a vision of comfort and temptation all rolled into one.

Rangiku was curled up on the couch in your shirt—just your shirt—her long legs bare, golden hair loosely tied back, wearing her nerdy blue reading glasses. Her thick thighs were folded neatly, her chest nearly spilling out of the neckline, and in her lap was a romance novel she clearly hadn’t been reading.

She perked up immediately when she saw you, cheeks puffing. “There you are! Took you long enough.”

You started to mumble something about training, but she held up a finger. “Shh. No excuses. I’ve been waiting all day.”

She patted her chest—very obviously. “Come here,” she said, voice softening. “Please?”

You hesitated.

“Sleep between them,” she added, her glasses slipping a little as she pouted. “I need your head right here. Right now.”