but one day soon, i'm gonna grab you by the collar, kiss you all i want

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Nuriko has never been the sort of person to place too much stock into numbers, but even she has to admit — twenty is a major milestone. She's young enough that frozen time has yet to make its mark deeply on her skin. Not old enough to consider wrinkles, not old enough that Rin's time to even risk skirting ahead. Just old enough that worries she'd pushed to the side all her life are easy enough to continue ignoring.

After dying once, she's loath to waste time she could spend smiling instead.

Urahara Kisuke had an interesting proposition. A body that would actually give her a second life, no different functionally than the one she originally had. It didn't take much convincing for her to sign the dotted line — but only for a trial, a test run, to make sure there weren't hidden catches she had yet to consider.

She's wearing the new body today, curves filling out the folds of her dress, showing off bare shoulders as she tiptoes into the living room.

"Rin, are you ready?" she asks, coy as she peeks around the corner of the wall.

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"Yes," Rin breathes from where he stands in the middle of the living room, hands fidgeting in his t-shirt for lack of somewhere else to bury themselves in all of his nervous energy. Nuriko explained -- more than once, because Rin had probably needed it -- what was going on, and what the case would be when she got in today. But ... having foreknowledge wasn't totally the same as being prepared for something.

He isn't sure he's prepared. Not because he isn't as excited for this as Nuriko, but because he is, honestly, a little terrified he'lkl react in some way that'll give her the wrong message. She's his first girlfriend. Their relationship isn't so bog standard. And Rin, he's not exactly totally well-socialized.

But he loves her to death.

"Yeah," he says, curling bare toes in the carpeting. "Yeah, come over and see me, I'm excited for you."

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She's not afraid of lacking acceptance. No matter how Rin objectively feels about the body that Nuriko's chosen, she knows that he will love her relentlessly. In any body, in any skin. As much of a blessing as that mutual acceptance has been in their relationship, for now it presents its own sort of problem. Because Nuriko genuinely wants to take Rin's breath away. Like putting on the perfect dress, but more — the ability to allow her dress to slip to the floor. A hush of silk and satin.

Not just a lack of hesitation. A rush of confidence.

"Okay," she says, lips tight in a small smile, carefully stepping into the living room. She's barefoot, all the easier not to lose her balance with the way her body has changed. Still, she tries a spin on her feet, skirt of her dress fluttering up with the movement before she steps over in Rin's direction, holding out both hands.

"How is it?" asks Nuriko, keeping her gaze determinedly fixed on Rin's eyes. "Still me. Still Nuriko. Just... wearing the body I've wanted for years. Finally."

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"It's you," Rin says. Maybe stupidly It's all he can think to say when she comes in with a twirl, and he can see all the small differences. Small, but somehow monumental. The curve of her breasts, the round of her hips. Rin's face breaks into a smile. It's a small one, not uncertain, but the sort of quiet, deeply felt, warmly tender expression reserved for someone much-loved.

Someone much-loved who he is impossibly proud of.

He tears his hands away from where they're curled in his shirt to hold them out toward her, for a hug, wrapping one around her shoulder. Still slim. Maybe a little softer. Maybe his imagination. It doesn't really matter, because what it is, is just more awareness. He hasn't felt so intensely aware of her body since the first time they'd done anything together.

"Does it feel right? You look good. You look like it feels right."

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She fits against him differently. That becomes readily obvious the moment that the two of them embrace, causing Nuriko to draw in a slight breath before she glances up to meet his gaze, her own eyes wide. There are so many little details that she didn't anticipate would feel differently. The slight ache she already knows she'll feel later in her back, the way that her arms bump against something softer now whenever she crosses her arms over her chest. It's overwhelming, actually.

Nice, but overwhelming.

She puts on a smile for Rin, acutely aware of her heart beating in her chest, so quickly that it might as well be vibrating. No more space between them. With a small breath, Nuriko ducks and hides her face against the side of Rin's neck, her hands reaching up to hook around his shoulders.

"It looks good. It feels... a little like I'm not in my own body. I think I expected everything to click together perfectly, but now that I'm in the body, it feels like I'm shifting around, trying to slip myself in all of the corners. But it looks good, right? I need to know how you feel. About this."

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Rin makes a soft, small noise when suddenly Nuriko is flush against him, hiding her face in the curve of his neck. He's pleased to see she's no shorter, that they are still almost of a height, that they fit together in ways that are different, but still familiar. He likes the way she is, that they can be face to face when they hold each other. Rin isn't sure how he'd feel if the opposite were true -- how he'll feel, maybe, when it becomes true, if he ever catches up to Yukio.

"You were beautiful before and you were beautiful now," Rin says, even if he realizes it;s a platitude. He doesn't feel bad about saying something that feels true, even if there isn't much thought behind it. But it's imprecise, too. While Rin doesn't typically bother with precision, especially not in his words, something about communicating his heart right now feels appropriate, important and necessary.

"But this is different. It's good. I'm really excited."

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Throughout her life, Nuriko's lived for others more than she's lived on her own behalf. Not that she's ever minded. It's a burden she readily bore, knowing that the ability to live and be held to a certain responsibility was better by far than having those opportunities removed fully. To live for Korin was the least that Nuriko could do. As her brother, as her twin, as her best friend.

Driving forward towards another person's dreams has always felt more secure. Less fickle than her own fancies, fleeting little desires that crop up as she goes through her day. And so, the prospect of changing her body has been unnerving for more reasons than one, the threat of regret high and the impact on her loved ones unclear. She lets out a shaky breath of relief when Rin gives his assessment, even though the doubt had never been in him to begin with.

Her hands reach out for Rin's cheeks, spreading over his jaw as she surges up on her toes and kisses him, deeply, unrelentingly. "Good," she says with a strained smile, giggling as she presses her nose against his cheek. "Good, good. I mean, I know I'm beautiful, that's not a question. But you're excited. That's... what I wanted, I just wanted to make a decision that's right for me. And for us."

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He kisses back, surprised at first by the fervor of it, but he melts quickly into her mouth, his hands finding a place on her hips, his fingers moving along the soft curve just below the dimple of her back. It's fuller than he remembers it being, and his surprise only makes him press more deeply into Nuriko, breath ragged by the time he pulls away

He doesn't speak immediately, instead dropping his lips again to the side of her neck, near the drape of her hair, a spot that he likes almost more than any other. He rests there, calming himself down, before he finds the words he wants.

"I was worried you'd be upset I was too excited."

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Nuriko draws in a deep breath, turning her head in the direction of Rin's warmth and pursing her lips against his cheek. Her arms encircle Rin's shoulders, smoothing up the length of his neck and sinking into his hair. Most of the embrace feels the same as it ever did, with her fingers mapping out the shape of Rin's jaw, with her arm neatly fitting around the narrow width of his waist.

But it's a different fit now. More snug. Nuriko can't help but press her chest forward, a soft gasp falling from her lips in surprise, and her hand dropping to grasp Rin's hip tightly.

"I'm not upset. You love me no matter what my body's like; I know that. This is just how I pictured it in my mind. I want you to kiss me everywhere. Let me see if this lives up to my imagination," murmurs Nuriko, cupping the back of Rin's neck to keep him close.

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Rin doesn't know what else to say -- didn't know what to say from the start. Words always end up a little inefficient, when he uses them. Inefficient for communicating his point, his emotions. He would rather actions spoke for themselves in life.

He hopes he can make that happen right now

Rin chases after her lips on his face with his own, until their mouths meet, and he can pull a kiss out of her, sweetly. It doesn't stay sweet for long, drifting quickly to her chin, and then to the long white column of her neck, where his teeth scrape before he moves on.

He covers her hand on his hip with his own, squeezing before threading their fingers together and skirting her palm around further, to the small of his back He places small kisses along the delicate skin over her shoulders, before burying his nose, unshy, in the space between her breasts. He breathes in the smell of her, soft clean and feminine, announcing his pleasure with a soft, inevitable groan.

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There's always been something about the softness of a woman's body that Nuriko's admired. It's yielding, accommodating in ways that the planes of a man's body isn't. But being inside the body, rather than admiring one from afar, is far more than than Nuriko ever anticipated. She trembles when Rin buries his face against her chest. Not out of weakness, but instead anticipation, a sweet tightness in her stomach as she chases after Rin's warmth. Her fingers draw his shirt up, tugging it out from where it's tucked under his waistline, until they meet with firm skin.

"I always knew you were a breast man," teases Nuriko, though her breath is already short as she pushes his hips back, guiding them both towards the couch. Firmly, she presses down on his shoulders, until she has Rin seated on the cushions.

After years of waiting, Nuriko finds herself impatient, a smattering of pink dusting her cheeks. Kneeling over Rin's thighs, she reaches a hand down, playfully tracing Rin's inner thigh.

"We could... just like this, you know," she murmurs, fingers finding the top button of his shirt and slipping it free.

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Rin gives a small gasp when Nuriko's soft weight settles in over him, her nimble fingers on the buttons of his shirt. He can feel every pluck, feel the trace of her finger along his thigh, even with his pants on. His skin gives a pleasant crawl, heat already pooling in his belly and between his legs. For a half-second, he thinks he ought to be embarrassed that he's so interested, that she's got him jumping where he sits. But why? It's still Nuriko They've done this before.

There's absolutely no reason to be anything but excited about the prospect of doing it a little differently.

He slides his arms across her front, feeling the softness of the shape of her sides, hands molding around gentle hips before dipping lower. He sneaks under her flowing skirt, hands exploring between her legs. He strokes a thumb against the fine fabric of her underwear, over new contours. It isn't an uncertain exploration, but it sets his cheeks flaming and he clears his throat.

"Yeah," he breathes, before adding, "It's up to you. I mean. If this is what you're comfortable with. I love you, you know?"

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Nuriko's fingers grip more tightly around Rin's thighs when she feels his fingers brushing up against the fabric of her panties. It's a quiet exploration, tentative, the touch like a request for permission — but already, it makes her body ache, and the sensation is in of itself a discovery as Nuriko hides her face against the familiar shade of Rin's neck. With a soft, fluttering breath, she draws a hand up and hooks her thumb under the tight fabric of her panties, sliding one side down over her hip, until she can feel Rin's fingers directly against her skin.

"I want to. I really... really want to," she murmurs, running the tip of her nose against Rin's neck, then along the underside of his jaw, until she's raised fully to press a kiss against his mouth. "That's not terrible of me, right?"

Her fingers rise to continue freeing Rin's shirt until she's able to push the fabric down over his shoulders, relishing the muscled contours under her palms.

"How many times do people get a chance to rediscover each other like this?"