#(Ikkaku vc: if I fits I sits)

[ikkaku-of-heart]

Lap Pillow cont.

@seraphiixa​ continued from here

Lyra really was gorgeous from any angle, but from this one in particular Ikkaku could appreciate the smooth line of her jaw, the way her hair flowed over her shoulder like a snowy waterfall, and the curve of her chest beneath the white button-down shirt. And the darkening sky behind her head just made it all even prettier, what with the colors of the sunset contrasting against her paleness nicely.

Even without the view, she was quite comfortable as she was. Then again, Ikkaku had been known to sleep in the engine room between shifts. Or use her crewmates as a pillow. Even Law had accepted that when she was feeling snuggly, it was better to just give in and let her cuddle.

This was hardly cuddling, but it was nice and Ikkaku had no intention of moving unless Lyra gave her a damn good reason.

“Nah, you’re not keeping me,” she assured with a lopsided grin. She wiggled slightly, making a show of settling in and making herself more comfortable. “And I’ve got no plans. Mostly had just wanted to get off-ship, eat some bread, maybe find some company. Achieved all three goals by noon. I’m not keeping you, am I?” Her brow furrowed slightly. Lyra was a busy Marine who had important duties. The only time she’d want to keep her from them is if she was sent to arrest her captain and crew.