When Things Go Boom
Renji saw her sitting there with the glass clasped too tightly in her hands he thought she might break it. He could not help but notice how she kept casting furtive glances around the bar as if she were looking for someone. Her already big brown eyes would grow even wider when she searched for the person who had yet to rejoin her. She nervously pushed her dark red curls behind her ear looking at something on the bar next to her hand. He smiled when he realized he had not seen many red heads that exhibited the same crimson red color of hair he sported – at least not without getting it from a bottle of hair dye. His brown eyes watched her grab the phone off the bar and proceed to swiftly press buttons. It was disturbing when her pale face turned the same color as her hair. Tears flooded her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. He hated to see a woman crying. They always seemed so helpless and pitiful when they cried; like they needed someone to protect them. What she did next shocked him. His eyes followed her hand as she brought the phone up and slammed it down to the floor. Glass and plastic shattered, flying upwards at her. Damn! That phone hit the cement floor with a tremendous amount of force to accomplish making it detonate like a veritable bomb. He gulped as he watched her hop from her barstool and stomp the phone with a black high heel clad foot.
Eneco curse vehemently in Spanish while obliterating the phone beneath her Prada heels. She was too old for these kind of games and had foolishly thought he was too. Stupid, idiotic bastard! When the nearby patrons began to stare at her she realized she had yelled it out loud in their native language so they understood it. She quickly chose another language to release a string of curses. This time it was French. She could speak six different languages, therefore she could be considered a multi lingual bitch while she proceeded to rant in each language. Her boyfriend, Kisuke Urahara, may be a bastard in only one language, but he was still a bastard. Cheating asshole!
Renji smiled approvingly at the red head whose temper was as fiery as her locks. His eyes wandered over her body that was curvaceous and full which was made apparent by the tight denim that hugged every curve of her figure along with her clingy low cut top in a dark forest green color that set off her red hair nicely. That shade of green reminded him of someone. She looked like and upside down strawberry. Strawberry. He giggled like a girl when he thought about his friend Ichigo who absolutely hated that nickname. He ventured to guess she would not mind the nickname and if she did would not have a problem expressing her opinion about it. His eyes centered on her slightly parted dark red lips and wondered what they tasted like. Her skin was a light ivory color and looked as if it would be soft as silk. His eyes wandered further down to her nice sized breasts that would fit perfectly in his palms and he wondered what those would taste like. Shaking his head to clear his dirty mind, he took a sip of his beer immediately choking when a familiar light blond head sans the bucket hat appeared beside her.
'No way! That's the other woman he's been seeing!' his brain screamed in terrified recognition as he watched his boss grab the furious woman.
"Eneco, please," Kisuke begged, holding her tightly as she attempted to shake him off.
"Let me go! Let me go!" she screamed, shoving against his chest.
"Let me explain," he implored, trying to hold her close to him.
Eneco would have none of it. She had just found out he had another girlfriend when she kept bombarding his phone with text messages. For once, she was glad her curiosity had gotten the best of her, and she had seized his phone to check the messages. His impeccable wit, charm, and heterosexuality all rolled into one should have been a huge clue that there was something wrong somewhere with Mr. Perfect. He was a two timing little creep with another girlfriend. Was there only one more girlfriend? Maybe not. At any rate, he definitely had one less girlfriend now to worry about.
"Fine. If you won't let me explain, I'm leaving," Kisuke said politely, letting her go.
Eneco questioned how he could remain so calm and unaffected. She noted that he seemed to feel he was well within his rights to treat her as he had.
"We've only been dating for six months. We had not yet agreed to anything exclusive. If we had, I would be quick to tell you I'm not that kind of man. I love the ladies and they love me. How can I help that?" he inquired, folding his hands over his heart as if he were shattered by her rejection.
"Oh, my GOD!" she yelled, lunging toward him. Her voice had risen on each word to signify her rising temper. She stopped short of hitting him, feeling his hand wrapped firmly around her fist.
"I don't like to hit women but if you keep this up I'll make an exception," he warned her, his dark and stormy gray eyes boring into hers.
"Point taken," Eneco said calmly, immediately backing down. The underlying threat held in his voice and eyes had been hard to ignore. She somehow knew she would regret it if she did. He was a kind, patient man, but she could tell he was not one she wanted to push too far.
"Shall we part on good terms?" he asked, leaning toward her for a kiss.
"Don't press your luck," she warned, leaning back from him to distance her lips from his. "How about a handshake?"
"A hug?" he countered, his eyes taking on a decidedly puppy dog appearance.
'No wonder he can get away with this crap,' she thought to herself, feeling her emotions caving. She wanted to hug him, squeeze him, and…do things she could not do in public.
"All right," she agreed reluctantly. She kept her head down as he enveloped her with his arms for an embrace to prevent him from stealing a kiss.
Renji ordered another beer and wished his boss would hurry the hell up and get out. The pretty woman had made it abundantly clear the relationship was over. She would need someone to comfort her and assist her with picking up the pieces of her broken heart. Far be it from him to not answer the emergency call of a damsel in distress. If Urahara would only go away, he would have his chance. He watched as the blonde took his leave at last and walked to the door. Downing the beer swiftly and requesting another along with a tequila shot for the lady, he took the drinks and made his way to her.
Eneco had just sat back down on her barstool and taken a deep breath when she saw the tall, scarlet haired man coming her way with a beer and a shot in his hands. If she dared to guess, the shot was for her and it contained tequila. Tequila, after all, makes a woman's clothes fall off. Her full cherry red lips curled into a smile as he perched on the barstool beside her. His narrow brown eyes were locked on her and they were not wavering at all. He was as bold as his hair color.
"Did you come to put my broken heart back together?" she inquired, straightaway taking the shot from his hand.
"How did you guess?" he asked, raising his beer to his lips which she seized from his hand before he could take a sip.
"Because you've got that 'fuck me' look all over your face," she answered a little too bluntly, making him thankful she had taken the beer before he could drink any of it and promptly choke. "I like your tattoos. How much of your body do they cover?"
Renji smiled. He liked her shameless brazenness. She was as fierce as him despite hiding it behind softly pouting lips and smooth round hips. Leaning forward, he was pleasantly surprised when she did not back away or flinch. "Would you like to see just how much they cover? They're quite extensive. You've got to get me naked to find out just how extensive."
"That shouldn't be hard," she rejoined, licking her lips sensuously as she looked into his eyes. She turned to get the bartender's attention and ordered two more shots. Picking up one and nudging the other toward him, she provoked him by asking, "Are you up to the challenge?"
Renji was not sure if she meant taking down the shots or taking her down but he was up to either challenge. He kicked back the shot of evil burning liquid that scorched his throat. To his horror, she swiftly ordered two more. Gulping audible, he was beginning to think he had spoken too soon. His nature was a little on the hot blooded and prideful side like hers, but unlike her, he had spoken out of pride instead of prowess when it came to drinking the shots.
"Hey, do you have a lighter?" she asked, an expression of disappointment flitting across her face when he shook his head.
"I've got one, baby," the oh so helpful man behind her offered, handing it to her.
"Thanks!" she happily replied, taking the offered device. After lighting it, she touched the flame to liquor which was set ablaze. Blue and gold flames danced on top of the alcohol.
Renji gaped in disbelief as she raised the flaming glass to her lips and made it disappear. He was not sure if he should be frightened or turned on, but he actually felt both simultaneously. He also made the startling revelation that his boss was a complete dumbass. One man's loss is another man's gain and that seemed to hold true for this turbulent little ruby topped jewel sitting in front of him.
"Your house or mine?" she inquired, her unfocused eyes settling on Renji's face.
"Yours," he answered, standing up from his barstool.
"You pay for the cab then," she ordered him, moving toward the door.
"But wait –" He began to protest before she grabbed his hand and pressed it to her breast.
"Do you want this? Or not?"
How could he possibly say no to that?
...
Eneco maintained a safe distance from him in the cab, pressing her body against the door. She smiled out of the window because she was sure he was wondering what was going on since she had cooled so suddenly toward him. It was not that she did not want to touch him that she distanced herself from him. The contrary was quite true. She was having issues keeping her hands off of him so she clasped them together tightly in her lap to prevent giving the cabbie a free sex show in his backseat. Her apartment building was not too far. Casting her inviting red haired companion a furtive glance, she reminded herself that good things are worth waiting for and he appeared to be a great thing.
Renji caught her smiling at him like a teasing vixen and he resisted the urge to seize her and pull her into his lap. He knew that would be all it would take to ruin his resolve not be an exhibitionist. She was evocative and untamed and scary as hell from what he had seen of her so far. Yet she had a gentle sensual beauty about her that captivated him. And he had not even taken her clothes off yet. The cab stopped and he was hurriedly grabbing for his wallet while she opened her door.
Grabbing her keys, Eneco unlocked the front entrance and waited for him. She released the door when he was at the bottom step to force him to run to reach the door before it closed.
"Hey!" he yelled at her as she ran up the stairs.
"Catch me. If you want it, come get it," she goaded him, racing up the stairs to her apartment without slowing down.
"Dammit," he muttered, grabbing the banister and taking the steps two at a time. He could not recall having to work this hard to get a woman into bed in a while. A smile lifted the corners of his lips when he saw her turn at the top of the third flight of stairs and run to the end of the hall. He was also having the most fun he had in a while from pursuing this woman. The prize waiting through the open door at the end of the hall would be worth it.
"I'm in here!" Eneco yelled from the bedroom when she heard him panting from the doorway. "Just close and lock the door."
Renji did as she asked then walked in the direction he thought he heard her voice coming from. His eyes widened when he saw her sitting in the middle of the bed completely naked. Her breasts were covered by her thick red curls obscuring them from his vision.
"Your turn. I want to see those tattoos," she said, smiling at him sweetly.
Renji grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. He heard her gasp and he looked at her to see she was biting her lower lip. Apparently, she liked what she saw which made a smug smirk plant itself on his face. Slowly, like a stripper, he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans while kicking off his shoes. He pushed the tight denim down his hips in a very unhurried manner, watching her chew her lower lip as he did so. Bending over to remove the jeans completely, her heard her issue a distinct whimper. The sound made his rigid member twitch. He wanted her to make that sound while he was inside of her. Straightening back up, he saw that she had moved to the side of the bed within touching distance.
"Turn around," she requested, putting her hands on his hips to push him until he moved.
Renji smiled and complied. He liked her aggressive nature. She was not afraid to ask for what she wanted. He yelped when her hands slammed against his ass with a loud slapping noise and a slight sting. His erect manhood moved again wanting her even more. Closing his eyes, he fought for control not to touch himself as one of her hands caressed his buttocks while the other roamed over his backside from his shoulders to his thighs. It was fair to assume she was giving his tattoos and his body a manual inspection.
"Will you tell me your name?" he inquired, moaning when he felt her lips against his shoulder. He placed his hands over hers when they slid around to his chest and roved downward over his abdomen.
"Do names matter?" she asked, reaching up with one hand to release his long hair from the spiked ponytail.
"I want to know the name of the woman I'm going to make scream. My name is Renji so you know what to yell," he told her, reaching back to touch the back of her head as she balanced her chin on shoulder.
Eneco liked his self-confidence. She pulled him backwards, pressing his back against her body as she knelt on the bed behind him. Men who were self-assured to the point of cockiness turned her on. She liked reducing them to putty in her hands. Unfortunately the arrogantly confident Kisuke Urahara was the one who had turned things around on her. He had broken her down and made her need him. No man had ever done that – and it pissed her off greatly. She viewed the man in her arms as an equal; a possible ally and playmate in love games rather than a rival like Kisuke.
"Just call me Cherry. I might tell you my real name later," she teased, licking his lower lip. She hummed against his lips with a moan when he pulled her mouth to his using his hand on the back of her head.
Renji reluctantly let her go when she moved her lips from his. Turning around, he held her beautiful face in his hands, content temporarily to gaze at her. Her eyes were the color of coffee, dark and rich, extremely inviting. His eyes moved down to her lips – cherry red. He liked the name she had chosen because it was the same color of her lips and hair. It was a little bit dirty unlike if she had chosen the chaste and ancient sounding name of Ruby. She was a fascinating woman and he would like to get to know her better. Staring at her lips he wanted to get to know her body better first.
Eneco returned his passionate gaze, studying him just as intently as he was her. His eyes were a more golden color than hers, lighter and balmier in their color like milk chocolate. His skin was the color of sweet peaches and she would love to lick him all over, however, he had conjured certain urges within her that would not wait. Her skin erupted into gooseflesh when he moved her hair over her shoulders to reveal her breasts to him.
"Mmmm…my god, I'm a lucky man," he murmured to himself, sliding his hands over her bumpy, hypersensitive skin to her breasts.
"Renji," she gasped, shoving her hands into his long hair that flowed over his shoulders. God it was fire raging through her body, ravaging her nerve endings and making wetness flow between her thighs as he caressed her breasts with his large, smooth hands.
Renji lay her back on the bed, kneeling between her legs. It was so strange. Looking at her was like looking at himself as a woman. The next time Ichigo tells him to go fuck himself he could honestly tell his friend he already had.
"Mirror, mirror," she whispered, sliding her hand along his cheek as leaned down to her to kiss her.
"Were you reading my thoughts?" he asked, kissing her briefly.
"Yes. Want me to tell you what you're thinking now?" she inquired, looking into his eyes. When he nodded, she continued. "You're thinking about how badly you want to bury yourself inside of me. So do it," she ordered, grabbing his hips and pulling him forward.
"You really are telepathic," he responded, thrusting his hips and with a little guidance from her his thoughts became reality.
Eneco enclosed his waist with her legs, holding his muscled body tightly against hers. She moaned with pleasure as he pressed gentle kisses to her neck with his soft lips while he devastated her body with pleasure from his long leisurely pushes. Her body responded beautifully to his, meeting his thrusts half way which increased the friction and the ecstasy.
Renji looked down at her while she thrashed and groaned beneath him, keeping her eyes closed tightly. He could not help but question who she was really making love to, lost in her own little world filled with bliss. Kissing her tenderly on the lips, he was surprised when his eyes met hers after pulling away.
"Renji," she gasped trying to keep her eyes open as overpower pleasure surged through her body. She moaned his name and her eyes rolled back in her head. They closed fleetingly before popping open wide to stare at him.
Eneco bit her lower lip to keep from crying out his name. He felt as good as he looked and it was simply amazing. She never would have guessed that Kisuke had done her a great favor by cheating on her so blatantly. Or she cheated with him. Oh, who the hell cares right now? It was hard to keep her eyes on the gorgeous man driving her crazy and torturing her body so sweetly with immeasurable carnal bliss.
"Cherry red, Cherry red, on the lips and on the head. Won't you scream my name?" he asked her, kissing her on the forehead and on the tip of her nose.
She could not help but giggle. Poetry at a time like this? She cried out when he shoved into her roughly.
"My name," he whispered in her ear while thrusting into her rhythmically. "What is it?"
"Renji," she panted, grabbing handfuls of the fluffy comforter beneath her to twist and pull it. Her body twisted beneath his brawny chest as her pleasure began to climb, pushing her toward his intended destination. Soon she would have to give in and give him what he wanted. She wanted it too.
"Louder," he breathed, observing her gorgeous face that appeared positively angelic in the throes of passion.
Eneco opened her eyes gazing up at his intense, angular face as he watched every expression moving across hers. Damn, he was exciting and arousing. She whimpered, then howled he shoved himself into her forcefully touching her more deeply than she expected.
"Please, scream for me," he begged, kissing her lips quickly. He was ready, the pressure was unbearable and he was about to explode inside of her.
"Renji, Renji, RENJI!" she screamed, pushing up at him with all of her might as she helplessly drowned in the waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
"Oh, damn," he gasped, laying down her as he thrust into her convulsively to unleash the fury of his orgasm.
Eneco felt as if he was crushing her and it was hard to breathe. She held him tightly with her arms around his neck as his body shuddered and shook on top of hers to finish riding out the wave of ecstasy rolling over his body. Her hands lightly stroked his back as he tenderly and strategically delivered kisses to her face, neck, and lips. Her lungs were being compressed and needed oxygen desperately.
"Renji, my crimson haired lover and god of the orgasm, please get the hell off of me so I can breathe," she requested in a soft voice.
"Oh, sorry," he apologized, rolling off her to lay next to her.
Eneco inhaled loudly, sucking in much needed air to her starving lungs. She giggled once her lungs were back to capacity. She was not sure why but she had the overwhelming to desire to continue giggling. Chalking it up to too many tequilas and the temporary insanity from a break up and bringing home a one night stand, her eyes moved to the man lying beside her with his arm draped loosely over her waist.
"What?" she chuckled as he stared at her intently.
"I-I just think you're wonderful. I-I really l-like you," he stuttered, immediately feeling like a ridiculous jerk for saying something rash and dumb.
"Sounds like someone's letting the tequila and oxytocin do the talking for them," she said, patting his arm before she rolled onto her side to lie face to face with him.
"The what?" he inquired, blinking in confusion. She was making him feel like a stupid jock. He hated that feeling.
"Oxytocin. It's released during an orgasm. It's called the cuddle hormone. It…never mind." She stopped short of explaining it is the hormone responsible for a feeling of bonding or love. This was a one night stand, not a freaking honeymoon.
"Tell me your real name. Please," he implored her, staring deeply into her eyes.
"Eneco," she answered, unable to stop herself. Unfortunately, that seemed to open the flood gates for other words she would possibly regret. "Would you like to stay with me tonight?"
"Yes." Renji would stay as long as she allowed him to.