A/N: Alright, I'll admit it. I originally hated the anime, but my sweetie finally convinced me to try it out. Now I'm more obsessed with it than I like to admit. Here's my poor attempt at a Bleach 'smut' fic...be gentle with me. Read and Review?
Disclaimer: You know the drill...no own, no sue, k?
Hidden away in her quarters, the lieutenant of squad 10 sighed, relief washing over her. Not only had her old classmate proven to be treacherous, Ichimaru Gin had fled with Aizen Sosuke and Tosen Kaname, other former captains of the 13 Court Guard Squads and joined with the group of Menos Grande. Everything had happened in a blur, and the one thing that lay etched in Matsumoto Rangiku's mind was the look on Gin's face as he rose in the shaft of light. 'He actually looked…apologetic.' Rangiku smiled softly at the memory, for she was the one who had placed her blade around Gin's throat. "Gin…when will you stop running and tell me where you're going? I always hated that about you…you always left me behind, without telling me. I never knew where you went or what you did."
An unbidden tear slipped down her cheek, and she moved quickly to wipe it away. She stood abruptly, resolute, and only looked out the window and toward the sky longingly once more before heading to her bedroom. Intending to lay down to rest, Rangiku sat on her bed, grabbing a pillow to clutch before curling up and closing her eyes. As soon as she did, however, the face of her childhood friend came into view again, that same look on his face crystal clear.
"I wouldn't have minded being your captive for a little longer. So long, Rangiku…maybe next time."
'Oh, Gin…why?' More tears began to form as Rangiku clutched the pillow tighter and sobs began to wrack her body. Fueled by the images of his final departure, she slowly released her hold on the pillow to wipe tears away, brushing her cheeks softly. Her fingers didn't stop there, for they slipped past her chin and grazed her protruding breast, lightly pinching the raised nipple underneath her garment. A whispered moan escaped her lips at the sensation, and her eyes closed this time not in despair, but pleasure.
Soon her fingers found the knot keeping her garment in place, and loosed it with no further thought. As the fabric slid away from her body, she lay back and spread her legs to allow her fingers to reach where she needed most. The only thing on her mind was the driving need between her legs and the feel of her fingers against the moist heat of her desire. This desire had a face, and it was the sad smile of Ichimaru Gin.
As she drew closer to her desire, she sensed another presence in her room. Yet, she could not cease her ministrations, drawing steadily closer. Her mewls of pleasure increased as the intruder stood behind her, whispering, "My my, you are a naughty girl, Rangiku. I bet you're thinking of me, aren't you?" Rangiku gasped as Gin's smiling face moved around to nuzzle her cheek. She paused, but Gin's hand reached to steady her own over her aching need. He smiled wider, nipping her ear. "I'll bet, that all I have to do is say your name, and you would…" He tapered off, chuckling. Rangiku moaned softly, her finger movements covered by Gin's hand became more frantic, faster. Gin licked the shell of her ear and whispered one word, "Rangiku…", and she came, hard, screaming his name once before falling back on the bed, completely spent.
When she came to, she was in the same position where she had collapsed, and not even a trace of Gin's spiritual pressure was left. Her head fell back again as another tear slipped past her closed eyes. Illusion can be a wicked thing, she concluded, especially in the eyes of someone grieving.