A/N: Bahhh there are so many rampant ideas running around in my head. I'm seriously digging my own grave here… When the heck am I going to find the time to continue all these stories? Haha. Oh well…Shunsui and Nanao are love:D
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I'm only saying this once: I do not own Bleach. If I did, then I'd probably die of happiness.
One Night Stand (the title's lame, I know, I know. Couldn't think of anything better haha.)
Chapter One
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Ise Nanao rolled over with a groan.
She blinked, eyes watering slightly at the soft morning sunshine just beginning to shine through the trees and slipping through the curtains.
So it is dawn.
Her head was pounding from the most massive hangover she had ever had, and her throat was dry; she slowly reached over to grab the pitcher of water next to the bed. Her eyes, blurred without her glasses, did not catch the captain's robe hanging on the beside table.
The hangover medicine in the morning water dispelled the headache before it could get any worse. Sometimes I really miss Urahara… no matter that he stared at anything with a skirt and breasts. This medicine is genius.
She closed her eyes again, reveling in the smooth sheets wrapped around her… naked body?!
Her eyes snapped open again, but before she could move, a long lanky arm wrapped around her torso and pulled her backwards against a distinctly masculine body. Her skin immediately flushed red at this intimate contact, especially because she realized the body behind her was certainly not clothed either.
Already shocked beyond belief, she was even more unprepared for the silky voice that uttered her given name like a caress:
"Nanao… chan…"
Kyouraku-taicho?!?!
She slowly disentangled herself from his arms, and sitting up, turned around to gaze down at her captain. Whew. I'm glad he isn't awake yet…
Nanao pondered over the possible effects of this kind of encounter between her and her captain. She could not possibly believe that he would have a sustained relationship with her; she knew what kind of man he was. A pretty boy. A playboy. It did not help matters that she would be seeing and interacting with him on a daily basis; she would not be able to stand it if he broke her heart. Sighing at her inevitable conclusion, she quickly dressed and walked out the room before he could wake up. This one night stand would remain only in her memories. She hoped that her captain had been stoned enough that come morning, he would have forgotten all about it.
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Shunsui rolled over with a groan.
He pressed his face into the pillows, trying in vain to dispel the predictable hangover. The unpredictable thing was the clinging scent of shampoo that was attached to his pillows.
He blinked once, twice, staring at the imprint on the other half of bed that showed that he had had a nighttime visitor. Damn, that shampoo smells good, he thought with a grin. He tried in vain to remember the previous night. All he could recall was getting so unbelievably drunk that Matsumoto probably had to carry him back to his captain's quarters. Too bad Byakuya held claim over Matsumoto; if the cold 6th division captain hadn't been involved with the busty blonde, then Kyouraku might know who had shared his bed last night.
Well, he wasn't about to go around smelling everyone's hair; he did have an image to maintain. While he was quite the flirtatious male, he had not seriously contemplated becoming involved with someone except his dear Nanao-chan. The girl was simply exquisite, but she did not know it. Kyouraku was determined to make her find out, and the first step was to not mention last night's mystery encounter with anyone, least of all her. She would probably think that he was going back to his meandering ways.
He'd show her that he truly loved her; he was not joking this time.
And it all started here.
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A/N: Mehhhh. Not my best work. I have an outline for this story though :D Hopefully the chapters will be less awkward as we go along. Concrit is very very welcome.