"U-Um... Rangiku-san, is this really okay?" Isane's face turned bright red.
Lace. Black lace. But so little material...
Rangiku smiled, Isane's heart skipped a beat. The small closet seemed to grow warmer as Rangiku's fingers brushed hers while passing her the dress. The two women were using one of the 4th squad's unused storage closets to acquaint Isane with human world fashion, but Isane was beginning to think asking Rangiku for help was a bad idea. Isane could smell Rangiku's perfume as she leaned forward and said, "It's fine. Every woman in the Human World wears stuff like this." Isane shivered and her cheeks blazed.
"Oh. My. God!"
The tall woman looked gorgeous, the tight lace dress riding daringly high over her thighs, and a long v-neck ran down her torso, revealing sensually curved breasts. It revealed much more than Isane felt comfortable with. Isane immediately crossed her arms over her stomach in embarrassment.
"Rangiku, is this really what they wear in the Human World?" Isane looked helpless, her large eyes turned up, her silver hair gently tousled.
Rangiku clapped her hands in delight, and her full lips curved into a sweet smile. "Of course, Isane." Rangiku winked one of her blue eyes saucily, and added, "You look great." Rangiku's smile widened as Isane's blush deepened.
Jumping up and walking to the duffle bag in the corner of the squad 4 closet, Rangiku pulled out a white cardboard box. Isane tried not to look as Rangiku's ample cleavage almost slipped out of her shihakusho. When she looked back Rangiku was in front of her, pushing the box into her hands. Isane fumbled a little with the lid, and pulled back the tissue paper that was lining the box.
"Oh no," said Isane.
"R-Rangiku-san...!" Isane wailed. The two women were sitting in the back of an empty coffee shop in Karakura town. Isane was wearing the dress, in addition to a pair of sinfully high red stilettos. The blonde woman was wearing a tasteful collared shirt, the first three buttons left open. She wore a pair of form fitting jeans, and calmly sipped at a porcelain cup.
Isane was completely flustered, nervously glancing around the room, and trying to cover her exposed chest. "This isn't the fashion! I knew something was up when you weren't wearing the dress you said you would!" The male waiter that had taken their order had no idea where to put his eyes. He also didn't notice that he'd been washing the same glass for five minutes. "And the shoes... they make me look even taller! "
Isane wilted as Rangiku stared at her unflinchingly. Isane's face seemed to have taken on a permanent red shade. Once again, Isane stared at the table as Rangiku slid her drink out of the way, and-
-Soft lips pressed against hers, and Rangiku took Isane's moan as permission to guide a pliant toungue inside. Rangiku nipped playfully at Isane's bottom lip, and Isane melted. As Rangiku skillfully attacked Isane's mouth with kisses, all Isane could do was clumsily return them. The male waiter took no notice as the cup fell from his hands and clattered around in the sink.
Rangiku pulled back to her side of the table as a shocked Isane touched her swollen lips. "First of all, what you're wearing is perfectly fashionable." Rangiku leaned back and brushed a lock of golden hair out of her eyes. "Second, I picked out these clothes for you, and not for me. And finally," Rangiku added as she looked directly into Isane's eyes, "I like you tall."
This time it was Isane who leaned over, her footing unsure in her heels, and planted a kiss on Rangiku's lips. Isane accidentally knocked over Rangiku's coffee, which spilled over the edge of the table and onto the floor. Neither woman cared, and they didn't stop their passionate exchange until the waiter sheepishly appeared with a mop.