Author's Note: I make no apologies for the crack pairings ahead. You dear reader trek ahead at your own risk. Any brain breakage or necessity for brain bleach -and acquisition there of – is the sole responsibility of those who choose to venture forward.
Disclaimer: Bleach is the property of Tite Kubo. I am only taking his characters out to play and they will be returned to their owner as soon as we're done screwing around.
Choosing
He was well aware of how it had happened and that he'd played his part in seeking it out. He was drawn to her yet the fault of not resisting was really his own. How could he resist the pull of that strength, that sense of justice, that easy camaraderie and that unwavering support of those she held dear? He felt no guilt or shame for seeking her out, for embracing that promise of warmth and passion that emanated from her. He'd been brought to his knees with a look, a caress and the beguiling hint of a smile. Although he would admit to a hesitance at first, a dancing around the edges of the possibility, a brief time spent engaging her in conversations, a secret courting of her to insure the desire was mutual. But in the end he had accepted this was true passion. This was the connection he'd sought for close to two millennia. He would not apologize or make excuses for any of it, he'd freely chosen this course and truly cherished these moments when she allowed him to touch.
She was well aware of how it had happened and that she'd played her part in seeking it out. She was in awe of him and had felt the pull at her senses as if there were a string connecting them. She'd put up no fight against the pull of the quiet gentleness of his manner, the strength of character and judgment he used to guide his actions. That promise of affinity with everyone around him until such time that cold precision was warranted to protect those he held dear and defend those he'd sworn to protect. She would admit to a silent amusement with his hesitance to pursue her. Amusement that had been replaced by astonishment at his tactic of actually courting her to confirm he wasn't misreading her signals of interest. She'd never been treated with such reverence before nor felt such reverence for another in return. She would not apologize or make excuses for any of it, she'd freely chosen this course and truly cherished these moments when he allowed her to touch.
Their sword callused hands traded lazy caresses against skin. There was no hurried retreat or attempt to scuttle away for fear of being discovered. They'd long past a point of caring what anyone else would think should that discovery come.
No words were necessary, both content to keep their own vigil and bask in the afterglow of spent passion. Covers were reorganized as they shifted into a position more conducive to sleep. He reclining on his back, she curled into his side. She watched as his eyes drifted closed and she leaned up to briefly trace his lips with her own. Eyes still closed, soft smile on his face he returned the gentle gesture.
Matsumoto Rangiku, Lieutenant of the Tenth Division of the Gotei 13, pressed her cheek against his skin, her sigh of contentment drifting across his chest. She felt his arms tighten around her in response and with a small shift of her body settled herself into sleep, her head pillowed on the chest of the Captain of the Thirteenth Division.