She wasn't sure what to call it, this thing that was happening between them. It had started out innocently enough, bumping into one another in a loud, dark night club. Though of course this particular one was fancy and swanky, the kind you needed money to get into. That or natural born assets like the ones she possessed. She'd never been there before and had decided to finally check it out, even though she usually liked the smaller, more gritty places.
"You uh...come here often?" She'd asked as she approached him at the bar, giving him a wink and a smile.
"Lieutenant...what are you doing here?" His surprise evident.
"Well, same as you I suppose. Are you with Rukia and Renji?"
It was odd to see him in the world of the living, alone and wearing human clothing, and it took her a moment to realize that it was actually him. But once she got closer, she knew it. She'd recognize that jawline and raven hair anywhere. She might not know much about him, but she wasn't blind, the man was gorgeous.
"I am here alone. As I usually am." Recovering himself and trying to intimidate her with a look, like he did with everyone else.
She wasn't as easily shaken as those cowards, staring back at him in defiance. She assured him that she wouldn't go telling anyone about running into him, but made sure to ask just what it was he was doing there.
"I simply found a way to escape the pressures of life in the Soul Society, discreetly."
"I get that. After all, that's half the reason I myself come to this world alone. I like to spend time on my own, without judging eyes watching my every move." She responded.
He seemed a little taken aback by her answer, and she watched as his shoulders loosened and relaxed a bit. The way his eyes traveled the length of her after that didn't escape her. She was sure he was just trying to decide whether to continue their brief conversation, or continue his night alone as planned though.
Curiosity got the better of him in the end and he offered to buy her a drink. That one turned into several and somehow, the next thing she knew the two of them were grinding against each other on the dance floor. He was a great dancer, fluid and loose, his body able to move in perfect time with the beat, as well as her own body. She was surprised to say the least, as she has pegged him as the type to be too uptight and rigid to let his hips gyrate in a manner that was so...lewd for lack of a better word.
They'd had a great night, but she figured she'd never see him in that setting again and pushed it to the back of her mind. As much as she could anyways. Every time she saw him after that, all she could think about was the feel of his body moving in time with hers. The smile that had seemed to come so easy after a few drinks, and the witty banter they'd exchanged throughout the night. It was truly distracting during meetings, and even just in passing in the streets. But true to her word, she hadn't said anything about it.
She'd even made it a point to go to other clubs when she went out again, managing to stay away from that place for a few weeks. But her curiosity got the better of her eventually and she went back there, secretly hoping he was there, though she wasn't sure why. Much to her delight, he was there again, and they repeated their first meeting, staying until last call. However, instead of just saying goodnight and going about their lives, he'd told her that he would be there the next weekend at the same time, should she so happen to be there too. That started it all.
It had never been his intention to get involved with her, if you could even call it being involved. But this...thing, had been going on for close to a year now, and he looked forward to meeting her in the living world more and more. So much so that sometimes his weeks seemed to drag on, just despite him.
It had started out so simple, just the two of them enjoying a few drinks, dancing, and a little conversation. It was never meant to become more than that, but while her alluring figure and gyrating hips had initially drawn him to her, it was her inner beauty and intelligence that ensnared him. Her eyes dragged him deeper and deeper into her web, and by the time he realized that he was caught, he didn't want to escape. Finally, after a few months of feeling her body against his every weekend, he grew bold and kissed her.
Her shock only lasted a moment, just long enough for her cheeks to flush, before she pulled him close and returned the sentiment. He wasn't sure how long it had lasted, their bodies continuing to move to the music as they all but devoured each other whole, but if he'd died right then it would have been with a smile on his face. A strange feeling erupted in his chest that night, one he hadn't felt in so long it took awhile to name it. Lust. He was lusting after Rangiku Matsumoto. This couldn't end well.
After that, every time they met the kissing ensued almost immediately, as if their lips were magnets. She would move in close and press her lips to his as if she'd been starving for the contact. He was always happy to oblige her of course, feeling like he couldn't wait much longer himself. Her kisses had done something to him, something that he struggled to explain.
It was one thing to enjoy alcohol fueled nights of making out and mutual groping. It was another to be completely sober and longing for the taste of her mouth, to want to reach out and pull her close to him when they were in passing, or across the room from each other in a meeting. And while he'd never admit it, he'd even begun to feel pangs of jealousy when he'd see her drinking with her friends during the week, jokingly pressing their faces into her breasts.
A possessiveness he never knew he was capable of, was beginning to rise within him, and it threw him for a loop. She wasn't his. She was free to carry on with her life as she had always done. They were just "having fun" as she'd put it. And she wasn't a possession to be owned. He couldn't wrap his head around why he was feeling that way, and pushed it back down to where it had been for the last several decades.
The way he looked at her when they were together started to grow more intense. She could practically feel his eyes devouring her every curve, like a predator stalking its prey. Just waiting for the right moment to strike. And while she'd admit, it sent a rush of excitement through her, she was going to have to be cautious. He was dangerous and she wasn't sure if she wanted things to go further than they had.
Ok...that was a lie. She was dying for things to go further. Maybe back to a hotel room, or even his bed at the Kuchiki mansion, but she didn't want to be the one to send them down that path. At least not this soon. No, she would just have to leave that door open and wait patiently to see if he was willing to enter on his own. Waiting was something she was no good at though, so hopefully he'd make a move before she caved in and did it herself.
They'd now been meeting almost every week for a whole year, and it had been months since he'd first kissed her. Why hadn't he made a move to take things further yet? It was starting to drive her crazy. Sure, they had stated that they didn't want to get serious about anything, but come on! She didn't need a promise of undying love to let him take her to bed, she just needed him to want to. There was no way that he wasn't attracted to her, at least she hoped not.
Like they say though. If you want something done, and done right, you have to do it yourself. She'd just have to muster up the courage to take matters into her own hands. And that was exactly what she planned to do...why not tonight?
"Hey there handsome...fancy running into you here." She said with a wink as she approached him.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of company from such a beautiful lady?" He asked, already prepared with a drink for her.
"Well, the fact that you always have a drink and a compliment at the ready doesn't hurt. Nor does the way you kiss such a beautiful lady." Leaning in close and pressing herself against him.
"Hmm...if it's that simple, I suppose I should keep it up." Letting his lips meet hers.
"Mmm...well one of these days you're gonna have to step your game up if you want to keep the company of this lady." Grabbing her drink and sauntering her way towards the dance floor.
She made sure to sway her hips in a way that called him to follow. He didn't get up right away, but she could feel his gaze on her. It had become something of a game for them. She would wander out to the dance floor alone, and he would watch her from his stool at the bar for a little while. It was a kind of kinky, the way he liked to watch her, but she found it to be a turn on. He would always wait until every other man in the club was staring at her before making his move to join her, crushing their hopes.
Tonight she was going to make sure to give him the show of his life, and not just in the club. Making sure to stop in a spot where he could see her clearly, she turned a heated gaze in his direction and started moving to the beat. As the music began to carry her away, she closed her eyes and let her hands roam her body, taking the time to caress her every curve. The look in his eyes when she met his gaze again, made the rest of the club seem to disappear. It was just the two of them now, her moves becoming a sirens call to him, as if it were a private show.
If he'd learned anything in the last year, it was that Rangiku Matsumoto was clever, sly and tenacious. She was a woman who knew what she wanted, and she also knew just how to get it. It hadn't escaped his notice that she was wearing a dress he particularly loved on her. The short red one that showed off her legs, with the dangerously low neckline and open back. Her bare, exposed skin almost screaming to be caressed by his touch.
She was up to something, and her dress wasn't the only clue. The way she'd walked to the dance floor, slinking her way through the crowd like a wildcat stalking it's prey in tall grass. He couldn't help but follow her every step with his eyes. And they way she was dancing, with fire in her eyes, as if every move was for him and him alone. Oh yes, she definitely wanted something, and with the spell she had him under this evening, he was sure to give her anything she wished for. Maybe she was right, maybe he was going to have to 'step his game up'.
He'd almost forgotten that they were surrounded by people, his vision blocking out everything but her and the sinful movements of her body. Forgetting that others could see the way her body undulated and twisted before his eyes. He was quickly reminded however, when a voice cut through the haze in his head.
"Damn man...I'd fuck that six ways from Sunday."
"Bro, I know...I would destroy that!"
Turning his head in the direction of the laughter coming from the foul mouthed drunks, he realized that they were in fact staring at Rangiku. As if she were a piece of meat. Absolutely disgusting. It made him want to punch the men in the face, but he wouldn't make a scene, that would ruin the night for sure. No, it seemed it was time leave his perch and make his way to her before they or others tried to beat him to it. He could see them starting to circle her like vultures as it was.
Once he was done intimidating the other men with a warning look his gaze finally met hers again, and he fell right back under her spell. Hands reaching out of their own accord to place themselves on those luscious hips, he pulled her against him without delay. He pressed his body against hers from behind and she all but melted into him, a hand coming up to twist into his hair, pulling him in for a kiss. The world around him faded away, the only things that still existed were her and the beat their bodies were moving to.
He'd never felt so intoxicated, and he'd only had one drink, so it had to be her lips. She was getting him drunk without a drop of alcohol, but he didn't want it to stop. No, he was ready to let go completely and see where she and the night took him. Turning her to face him, he ground himself against her, letting his hands wander over her sides and around to the small of her back, before traveling lower and cupping her backside in his palms. Normally, he wouldn't be so forward, but the way she was looking at him made him feel bolder than usual. And the fact that she didn't seem to mind, only encouraged him and boosted his confidence.
Letting him pull her close and run his hands over her body was something she always enjoyed, just the feel of his hard body against hers was enough to turn her on. But the feel of his hands squeezing her ass kicked that into overdrive. It let her know she had him right where she wanted him. Well, not exactly where she wanted, as she'd much rather they were alone with a bed near by, but she'd take what she could get. She didn't want to push too hard though, so she reminded herself to pull back and pace herself. The night was still young after all.
"Let's get another drink shall we?" She asked, pulling herself away from him.
He agreed readily and followed close to her as they made their way over to the bar. She ordered two beers and two shots, and he took care of the bill before she could get her money out, as usual.
"You know, one of these days I'm gonna beat you to it. I'm an independent woman, and I'd like to buy you a drink for once." She said with a wink.
"My apologies, I didn't mean to insult your independence. But I am a gentleman, and paying for a beautiful woman's drink is the least I can do...if I'd like to keep her company." He said with a smirk, swallowing down his shot alongside her.
"Hmm...I suppose you're right...but the next round is on me. Got it?" Wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his lips to hers.
"Well, if you reward me like that for letting you buy a round...I'll let you buy as many as you want." He replied when they finally broke apart.
"If you play your cards right...I could be persuaded to give you a much better reward." She said with a wink, turning to order another round of shots.
As promised, he let her take care of it, though not without looking as though it pained him, which made her giggle.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing really, just your face while you let me pay...you're too cute." Pressing a chaste kiss to his mouth.
"Hmm...cute isn't really what I'm going for, but I'll take it." He replied, taking a swig of his beer. They continued conversating through two more rounds of shots, and he ordered them one more round of beers when they were through.
"Shall we get back out there?" He whispered in her ear, pulling her against him and grinding himself into her backside slightly.
Gods, he was so sexy, and his deep voice did things to her that he was surely unaware of. As he took her by the hand and led her back into the crowd of writhing, gyrating bodies, she couldn't help but to stare at his backside. It was damn near perfect, and his casual slacks clung to it in just the right way, making her wonder how it looked when he wasn't wearing clothes. That was a dangerous line of thinking though, as she then began to imagine him completely naked, which turned into picturing him pinning her down and ravishing her all night long. She completely lost herself in thought as the fantasy started to become more and more x-rated.
"What are you thinking about?"