Better Left Unsaid
The woman was sensuously moving on top of him. Urahara grabbed her by her hips and helped her do so by swinging her body back and forth, then pump up and down. The damn woman knew exactly what to do, where to touch. Yoruichi knew his body as much and as well as she knew her own. Urahara sat enough as to embrace her, his hands moving along her back and down to her hips, holding her tightly as she bit his shoulder and then gracefully offered him her lips for a refreshing kiss.
Yoruichi loved the smell of Urahara when they had sex. She loved their shared smell of sweat and body fluids, and the way in which their bodies were glued to each other. It'd been that intimacy what had allowed them to trust each other, further as years had passed by, but always being there for one another. It was driving her crazy that he was so into her that very night.
Likewise, Urahara was feeling her with such intensity that he felt he was being driven into a vortex of pleasure that was filling his senses. Even though they've never said it aloud; not once in more than hundreds of years, they loved each other profoundly.
When the morning arrived, Urahara's shop only had two people inside. Ururu, Jinta, and Tessai had left early, providing them with room for themselves. Yoruichi woke up in Kisuke's arms. She smiled when she noticed his hair falling to his side, and, by looking at his rested face and his mouth half-open for him to be able to breathe; she knew she was lucky. Many things had happened since they met and Kisuke Urahara was another one of her subordinates, then a fellow Captain. How much she trusted him was still a mystery even for her.
"Why don't you take a picture, Yoruichi-san? It'll last longer." Kisuke spoke while opening and closing his eyes and then, moved on the bed, making himself more comfortable. It was awkward for the woman to just stare at him and say nothing.
"'Coz I'd rather look at you, Kisuke." Yoruichi spoke softly this time, right in Urahara's ear, making him tremble. "After all, I won't see you much in the next few weeks."
Kisuke opened his eyes this time and looked her in the eye. There was a sort of weakness, which the woman only showed on rare occasions—Yoruichi covered his eyes with one hand and caressed his lips with the other.
"Yoruichi…" She made him go silent with an intense morning kiss that took his breathe away. "Yoruichi, please…" He asked, his voice pleaded.
She wouldn't listen to him, though.
Kisuke lost all control of his body and laid back, allowing her to do as she wanted. Her kisses were filled with desire and for the first time in centuries, Kisuke savoured that which he knew existed between them and had never been said. Kisuke then grabbed her by her waist and pulled her below him; being him on top now. Yoruichi's passion was shining clear in her eyes. He kissed her, responding to her feelings, then he was moving to her ear, leaving a wet trail of kisses. He began whispering how beautiful she was, how soft and delicate her skin was whenever he touched her.
"Yoruichi…" Kisuke stared at her and smiled nervously. The woman stared back and knowing what was about to come, she gasped. "I…" Urahara couldn't finish what he had wanted to say for Yoruichi quickly turned herself into her cat form and was moving her tail next to the pillow.
Kisuke laughed aloud and sat, pulling the black cat against his chest, where she started to rub herself against it. It didn't take long for her to start purring pleasantly. The man started stroking her and smiled. Those touches among them were the words they'd never say to each other and needn't be.
April 26, 2008