a/n: in this one Toshiro is an adult.
—hot and cold
i. just for a little while
Impossible, Matsumoto thinks, how she would have her captain in bed with her; his chilled and harsh mouth pressing against her skin, his fingers sliding under her clothes, his lips parted for the pinch of cruel teeth, attacking her neck with a disinterested vigor.
With her nerves rattling in her bones, all the blonde haired woman could do was bask in Toshiro's alternating advances with her shaking hands on his shoulders and her large breasts meeting the hard chest of the man on top of her, pressing her into the messy sheets.
His nose brushed the side of her neck, nudging her a bit when his kisses drew across her cheek before pausing at the corner of Rangiku's mouth - the white haired man abruptly stopped, the ice of his fingers lost under the others shirt.
In their dripping silence, they met each others eyes. Matsumoto knew full well that this was really nothing for her captain, that he'd probably be gone before she even opened her eyes in the morning, but she really didn't care. All she cared about was that she had him all to herself, if only for just a little while.
Her slender fingers slipped into his hair, and brought his lips to meet her own, sinking into their heated love affair just a little bit deeper.