Useless Notes: Just distracting myself a little bit with this experiment before I update my other works.
Disclaimer: Bleach isn't mine and never will be for as long as I live.
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Drunkenly Passionate Tonight, Sober Again Tomorrow
"Young love, born in a back seat
Two hearts pound out a backbeat
Headlights, somebody's comin'
Got to move, keep on a runnin'"
-Robbie Dupree ("Hot Rod Hearts")
Hot lips clashed in a fit of romantic passion and fingers ran through hair strands slick with sweat. Heavy breaths, sighs and moans filled in the empty silence of the unused store room they were in, their two bodies moving as one. They didn't worry about small and silly things like someone walking in on them; the noise of the party going on upstairs was enough to drown out any loud sounds they might end up making anyway.
Renji moves first.
His hand finds its way towards the already loose sleeve that is almost slipping off her left shoulder. He moves clumsily at first. It's no easy task to move with your lips pasted on someone else's after all. God, she can be so beautiful when she isn't wearing her glasses, he thinks. Especially when she lets her hair down like that, he adds as an afterthought, running a hand through her loose hair.
Nanao reacts.
She feels the sleeve slipping off and knows what he's thinking. It should be difficult to move in her position, since she's pinned in between her partner and the wall, but she manages. She squirms uncomfortably, letting him know he's going too far. He doesn't notice. She rolls her eyes and remembers that she's making out with one of the densest men in all of Soul Society.
She groans. No, Abarai-san, that's quite enough for today. He grunts in response and presses his lips to her neck instead. His hand is still fumbling for her sleeve. The other is holding her opposite shoulder steady.
She sighs. Abarai-san, please. We really must be getting back. He still isn't listening, or he chooses not to, his hungry lips now trying to find their way back to Nanao's again.
She mutters irritably, her lips trying to fight off his invading ones. Abarai-san, please. My captain will be looking for me. That stops him and although she could have, she does not smile.
He backs off, crossing his arms tightly. She turns her back to him and faces the wall, tying up her hair in its usual style and replacing her glasses back on her nose. She faces him again and nods curtly.
He frowns, clearly unsatisfied with the abrupt ending. He moves again and before he knows what he's doing, his hand instantly grabs hold of her sleeve (she'd already fixed it long ago). She gasps, and before she can make any more noise, his lips are on hers once again. This time, he does not overstay; his mouth leaves hers almost as soon as it arrived. She moans hungrily as he suddenly pulls away and the smirk that lights up his face is enough to make her feel embarrassed for reacting that way.
Her cheeks flare up in an uncomfortable shade of red as she nods again and leaves the room hurriedly, taking care to make sure that everything on her is in its place. He stays rooted to his spot, making sure they don't get spotted together outside. He does not want to die by Kyouraku Shunsui's hands, after all.
The scent of alcohol remains sticky in her mouth long after their meeting and she cannot avoid thinking of him still, even as her captain continues to flirt with her unashamedly back on the dancefloor.
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A/N: I'm not so good at coming up with titles, so excuse me for that. And I don't know what party they're attending, but Renji got drunk, Nanao looked good, so they met up downstairs (although I didn't mean for Renji to look like a sex-deprived maniac). Nothing else's going to happen after their little heat-of-the-moment make-out, so rest easy, all you KyourakuNanao fans.