Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, Rangiku nor Byakuya. But I own this story, so hey- at least I own something.

A/N: I'm back again! With a sequel this time and I know how much you guys wanted it. I've read your reviews, payed attention to your votes on my poll about whether 'Blind Date' should have a sequel. It took me some time, but here it is and damn am I proud of it, lol. It wasn't hard for me to start this sequel and the plot is pretty much freelance so I hope all of my wonderful readers can suggest some things for me to make it even better. Anyways, this is my pride and joy right here so please enjoy and happy reading!

Rangiku let out a solemn sigh as she finished up her paperwork. Why did her captain have to be such a killjoy? Didn't he know she had a life? Somewhere to be?

"Taicho, I have to go to the bathroom."

Toshirou who was working at his own desk feet away from her put on a disgruntled expression, ran a hand through his spiky white mane.

With a growl, he said, "Rangiku, you and I both know what happened the last time you went to the bathroom."

"What?"

"You disappeared for hours! And then you had the audacity to come back, just as i'm closing up the office."

Rolling her icy blues, she groaned softly as she signed her name on another pointless document. What was the point of being a lieutenant if she was confided in a room with a grumpy white haired teenager all the while having to be subjected to stupid papers that even to this day she had no clue what they were about.

What the hell was she? A lieutenant or a secretary?

"Someone sounds a bit disheveled."

"You know what, just go, Rangiku. I'll finish up here," Toshirou sighed.

With a small squeal of excitement, the buxom woman jumped up from her chair, the stack of unsigned papers on her desk the least of her troubles.

"Really, Shirou-chan?"

"Ugh, would you stop calling me that for one minute? It's Hitsugaya-Taicho for you, Rangiku."

Rangiku pranced over to her captain's desk, leaned her upperbody across the front until her breasts rested onto his paperwork and before he could protest, kissed him on the forehead. A large blush that was unbearably cute for words crossed his face as she giggled at his mortification. With a flutter of her fingers and a wink, she chimed, "Bye, Hitsugaya-Taicho."

"...W-wait a minute! Rangiku, get back here! I swear i'm gonna file a complaint about you!"

"Put it with the other pending complaints, hun!"

Rangiku reached her abode in the Squad Ten barracks, lethargic from head to toe. She shut the door behind her, let out a long sigh of relief before taking off her sandals. After that task, she proceeded towards her kitchen and made herself a cup of tea, a yawn inevitably escaping her mouth. She stifled it with a tired hand before retrieving her tea and heading to her bedroom.

It certainly was a long, boring, endless day. She was just glad it was over. Tomorrow was Friday and she had to get all the rest she could so she could be ready to go out drinking with her friends. Even Toshirou knew that Friday's was a real reason to let her go home early. She had even went shopping with Orihime and Youroichi in the world of the living just to find the perfect outfit.

Thursday's, unfortunately, were days she wished could be moved to Monday's.

A Thursday for Rangiku Matsumoto was sex night. And sex was what she surprisingly wasn't looking forward to tonight.

Ugh, it's been a year. A few dates and he thinks I don't deserve anything more. I swear if it wasn't for the money, he'd be gone.

Who was she kidding, with or without money she'd still open her legs for the Kuchiki noble. And besides, it made her feel at least a tad bit better to know that he would prefer to spend his only night off from work to come visit her. Preferably have some tea first before they'd go all at it.

"I just wanna sleep tonight."

"Is that so?"

A gasp caught in her throat as soon as she set her tea down on her nightstand, swiftly turned around to see the stoic man standing at her doorway. He looked as handsome as ever and she swore he only got sexier with each encounter. Her eyes studied him entirely from his Kenseikan that held together his utterly soft and silken dark mane to his white captain's haori that she had to pleasure of wearing one night during one of their roleplay trysts. He was the only man that made her feel like a taicho and so much more.

"Byakuya..."

"This is a first, fukutaicho."

Shaking her head free from all her swimming thoughts, Rangiku folded her arms beneath her breasts and closed her eyes.

"Hitsugaya-Taicho has been so insufferable these past few days. He made me work nonstop today," she sighed.

"That is a taicho's duty."

The strawberry blonde huffed, threw her long tresses behind her until they sailed through the air in an irritated flip. "What? To be an asshole?"

"No, Miss Matsumoto. To ensure that their unit is running smoothly. I must presume that the reason why your workload is so ample is so you can assist him in helping his squad performing at it's peak abilities."

"You know, I don't ever recall Renji working as hard as me," Rangiku complained as she contorted her body around to reach for her tea.

"That is because I prefer to do most of the paperwork. That is what is required of me as a taicho and a noble to my clan."

She smirked a devilish smile at him as she sauntered up to him. The blue eyed woman never let it out of her mind at how undeniably masculine he was up close compared to other taicho's in the Seireitei. Yes, he was the most self composed man she's seen in ages but behind closed doors, he was relentless and impetuous and utterly passionate. She'd choose him over any Zaraki look-a-like man anytime.

Rangiku lifted a hand to grasp the front of his captain's robes, stared up at him with her pair of enticing baby blues.

"Do you prefer paperwork over turning me out?"

"I would trade a centuries worth of work to be with you, Rangiku."

With a giggle, she met him in a soft kiss, a burning desire igniting in the pit of her stomach. A desire that wasn't there five minutes ago. How did he do this to her?

"Come on, you. Let's have tea."

Byakuya took her hand into his own, planted a kiss over the top. "Hai."

She felt like a teenager all over again with the way he peered over her hand with about the most handsome violet eyes she's ever seen, softness running through his irises. A flush covering the apples of her cheeks, she made haste to guide him towards her kitchen, holding hands and all.

"Why don't you go sit on the sofa. I'll make your tea."

"You still remember how I prefer it?"

Rangiku nodded a small smile, giggled when he kissed her cheek from behind. "Yes. It's the most simplest tea i've ever made. You only want water, no sugar."

"Aren't I already sweet?"

With a playful roll of her eyes, she turned around, gasping when he cradled her body against his with an arm around her waist. "Of course you are."

Byakuya leaned down, lifted her chin and kissed her with a tender passion that practically seeped from his body into hers. A kiss that had her daydreaming about him for days upon end. They only met up once a week, he had to admit that it wasn't enough time with her. At this point in their relationship, he could picture her in his own bed in his extravagant mansion- naked, with nothing but his captain's haori on and adorned with all the jewelry she could ever want. And he couldn't forget those stilettos of hers. Her incredibly long limbs were even more enticing when she wore those stunning heels that wrapped around her delicate ankles and ornamented her perfectly dainty feet.

Would she take up the offer though?

"You become more and more gorgeous with each encounter."

"Arigatou, koibito."

They kissed once more before he released her and went to sit on the sofa- as instructed. Nowadays, he simply just obeyed her instructions and ceased his questions. He knew that whenever she told him to do something, he was wise to follow through with her wishes. Even in bed.

"How was work?," Rangiku asked nonchalantly from the kitchen.

Byakuya was in the middle of languidly removing his white captain's haori, let out a gentle sigh of exhaustion. He set the haori on the sofa, began to remove himself of his expensive scarf heirloom.

"Relentless. I feel as though I am the commander of a bunch of imbeciles."

"Aww, it'll all be alright, hun. I know you can withstand a thousand imbeciles," she teased gently.

Once fully removed of his work uniform, he settled onto her sofa with a barely audible sound of drowsy exertion. He shut his eyes and he wasn't aware of how long they've been closed until he felt her sit beside him with a full cup of tea in her offering hands.

"This should help you, sweetheart. And if not, I have other ways of helping you," she teased as he accepted the tea from her hands.

"This should be quite alright. However, your help is always welcome, love."

She kissed his cheek before reaching for her own cup of tea. Bringing her knees to her chest, Rangiku cuddled into his arm in an attempt to get comfortable. Byakuya easily lifted his arm to wrap it around her flat navel, allowed her to rest her head on his chest. His heartbeat was the most soothing sound she'd heard all day, a smile at her lips as she drank her tea.

"Rangiku. There is something I must discuss with you about."

"Mhm."

"...What would you think of a change of scenery?," he asked as he took a sip from his tea.

"Wha?"

Lifting her head, she gazed at him with a puzzled expression, brows knotted together along with a subtle frown. Where was he getting at?

"Change of scenery?," she continued. "Clarify, oh sexy man of the Kuchiki clan."

"Rangiku, I am simply suggesting that you change your place of residing. What would you say to waking up in a luxurious bed? Seeing the first rays of morning light upon an extravagant garden right outside your window?"

Is he suggesting what I think he is suggesting? Oh my god, what do I say? This is all so...soon.

"...Will there be a new wardrobe in said room for a woman of granderous assets?"

"Anything that woman so desires. I shall have the finest things brought for her and she will never want for anything ever again."

The strawberry blonde giggled softly, almost felt a pang of guilt in her heart for wanting to indulge in such luxury. But how could she say no? Besides, she had yet to have met his family. Of course she knew Rukia, but then there were those damned Seireitei-renowned elders of the Kuchiki clan that she yet to have met. Byakuya was the head of one of the wealthiest families in the Soul Society. It was a bit overwhelming to even think about being the woman by his side.

"Even sake?"

"Whatever she desires," he repeated softly, fanning his hand against the flat plane of her stomach.

"Byakuya?"

"Yes, dear?"

Rangiku shook her head with nothing but a large grin upon her face. Byakuya absolutely adored when she smiled, it made her eyes shimmer in ways he couldn't explain and it caused her beautiful face to glow even more than it should. He allowed her to kiss his forehead and he even let her rest her lift her thighs onto his lap as she turned around to face him completely.

"How big is your bed?"

With a small inward chuckle, the dark haired man explained gently, "It gets lonely, I can tell you that much."

"Well...you don't have to worry about that anymore."

She cupped the side of his cheek, a bit surprised when he nuzzled into it, kissed her hand. "How could I live with myself knowing you're alone?," she added.

"Then it's settled. Tommorow I shall have servants to retrieve your things. I want you to pack tonight."

"Hmm, living with a Kuchiki. This should be interesting."

"Yes, it shall. And you'll be getting plenty of this..."

Byakuya traveled his hand upwards from her stomach to the underside of her breast, grappled it firmly. She moaned softly, closed her eyes as he began to delve into her haori shirt, fingers brushing against her hardened nipple.

"No, Byakuya, stop..."

"Stop?," he quiered, kneading her exposed breast. "I have no intention."

Rangiku released his cheek to grab the neckline of his haori, shaking her head. He wasn't letting up his ministrations and Rangiku was surprised almost to find out that for once he wasn't heeding her wishes. What had she turned this man into, she wondered.

"At least have the decency to do this in my bedroom."

"Yes, shall we?"

They both settled their cups onto the table infront of them, Rangiku readjusting her shirt over her breast. As they both stood from the sofa, Byakuya began to untie the sash to his uniform while the woman infront of him was astounded to say the least. He really was in a rush tonight, she said to herself.

"Someone's in a haste," she rebuked softly.

Rangiku gave up with him and decided to let him do as he wanted, didn't stop him when he was shrugging out of his shirt as they walked across the living room. She refrained the urge to look at him, knowing that was exactly what he wanted. And it was. Maybe a peek wouldn't hurt. Craning her neck to look over her shoulder, she saw her Kuchiki lover in all his sexy glory, his body about the most godsend thing she's seen in ages with abs and muscled hills covering the entire proportion of his upperbody. She could see the tiny scars that littered his perfect skin, all from her scratches during intercourse. He was absolutely gorgeous.

"A noble never hastes, love."

When they reached her room, she heard the sound of her door closing behind them, too gentle to have been called a slam but too firm to have been closed with care. He almost never closed the door behind him unless he was planning on having her scream. And he most definitely didn't want anyone hearing it, though he could summon her screams faster than her orgasm could hit her. Turning around, she opened her mouth to chastise him about the door when he suddenly gathered her into his arms, dominated her lips with a kiss that couldn't be called harsh nor gentle. Firm. That was how he always expressed his passion with her. She fell in love with it every single time.

Byakuya was fueled by her muffled moans to take the liberty of untying her sash as well to her uniform, at this point couldn't be defined as a gentleman no longer. How she loved when he was like this, a raw lust behind his kiss and his actions that had her growing steadily wetter for him between her thighs. Without a care, he threw the sash somewhere onto the floor and then proceeded to open her entire haori shirt, drawing her closer until he felt her naked chest against his.

"Byakuya...," Rangiku sighed when he tore away from her mouth.

He captured a section of her throat, loved the way the reverbrations of her moans touched his lips. She was all beauty in every single aspect, every encounter with her causing his heart to fall victim to her every whim. Byakuya ran his hands down to the back of her thighs, lifted her with ease against him as he strode over to her bed. He turned around and sat on the edge with her thighs outside of his, felt her hands running through his Kenseikan adorned hair, clenching the roots.

"This thing is stupid, one day i'm just gonna tear it right off and you'll never forgive me."

"I apologize for not removing it sooner, dearest."

Rangiku carefully took it from his hair, reached over to place it on her nightstand. As she did that, Byakuya's kisses had traveled downwards towards her breasts, his gentle hands cupping her massive globes the first thing she felt before his mouth captured an erect nipple.

"Oh! Byakuya!"

"And these breasts are too conspicuous. One day I will take them right from your uniform without warning and you'll never forgive me," he mocked quietly.

She encouraged his ministrations with her hands through his hair, grasping a section and threatened to never let it go. His tongue was a ravenous muscle against her flushed breast, small flicks to her nipple causing abandoned groans escape her throat. Rangiku breathed his name into his ear softly as she took her other hand to her right breast where his free hand was kneading, placed it atop of his.

Byakuya's mouth changed directions almost as impetuously as his other hand had decided to glide down her body, into her hakama pants. He ravished her other breast with equal passion as his hand was to her wet core, his fingers moving around experimentally, feeling her warm juices. He then found her clit and slid over the hardened bud with generously lubricated fingers.

"Ahhh! Byakuya...," she droned helplessly, buried her nose into his silken dark mane.

He smelled exactly as a man should, masculine, the scents that were embedded in his hair and his skin almost similar to that of forests and placid waters and there was even a hint of sakura blossom in there which she was completely fine with. She suspected he used his Zapakutou today otherwise he wouldn't have this hint of flowers in his hair as she did in her own body wash.

"Unh, you're so mean."

After finishing with her breast, he lifted his head which forced her to lift her face away from his hair. Those eyes, she was in love with how clouded they were, with the ravenous passion that took him mere weeks to perfect in the bedroom. He was becoming accustomed to her needs, she could calculate that much. Byakuya was a very versatile shinigami. He could be as relentless and abandoned as he wanted in her bed, but in the workplace and in any other surrounding, he was as cool as ice; composed- as though nothing in the slightest was going on with the two of them.

And that was what hurt her. Byakuya was nothing more than her tryst lover and not an ounce of affection did he show her outside of her abode. She could have been walking down one of the Seireitei's outdoor walkways and he could have been heading towards her from the other direction. His eyes were as stoic as his heart whenever they would run into eachother. Not a greeting would she get from him nor anything that showed her that everything that transpired in her bedroom the other night had any impact on him whatsoever.

He's really...he's really a perfectionist when it comes to that facade.

"Am I not satiating your needs, love?"

His words broke her from her trance, Rangiku mentally shaking her head. She didn't want to bring any of it up to him now, not when they were in the middle of foreplay. But she knew sooner or later he would recognize it and she could hide her emotions for a far less period of time than he could. From the facade perfectionist. He must have seen a glimmer of emotion in her bright blues because she could feel him removing his hand from her hakamas, both of his hands wrapping around her waist. Byakuya brought the woman closer to him, a look of grave puzzlement on his handsome face.

"You are hiding something from me. Elaborate your feelings."

Rangiku couldn't believe he saw through her emotions. Gods, she hated when men could spot her weaknesses. Especially in the bedroom. With a soft sigh, she shook her head while untwining her fingers from his hair to wrap her arms around his neck.

"It's nothing."

"Your beauty was hindered by something for a moment. As your lover, I am curious to know what it is that troubles you."

"...Byakuya. Maybe you might not understand...but you should know by now that i'm very vivacious woman."

"That much I can interpret."

She sighed again as he stared at her with those god forsaken sexy violets. Those eyes were as hard as steel and they both intimidated her and as hard as it was to admit, they broke her down whether she liked it or not.

"Byakuya. Can't we have an open relationship?," she asked.

His eyes widened marginally before he muttered, "Open?"

"You love me, don't you?..."

Rangiku batted her long eyelashes, not trying to convince him, but to lower his defenses as if they weren't low enough already. Along with a pout and the man before her couldn't resist. Refraining his feelings from her was about the hardest thing he's had to do. Of course he wanted to hold her in the middle of the day, not caring who saw. And yes, he wanted to kiss her and tell her he loved her infront of every captain in the Seireitei.

If it means abandoning my pride for her, i'd do it. Hisana would want the same of me. I've done it for her. Rangiku and I have been together for too long without any promises for the future. I can at least give her this.

"I do love you, Rangiku. Please, do not question our love again."

She kissed him tenderly before pulling away, smiling when she saw softness running through his eyes.

"So, you do want to try at least?"

"If it means having you smile like this, my love, then yes. I will try for you."

"Promise?"

Byakuya lifted a hand to comb it through her exceedingly long strawberry locks, like silk between his fingers as he ran them from root to tip. If the woman wasn't an exotic strawberry blonde haired bombshell, he would have been forced to rethink his words. But words around her were second nature at this point in their relationship. She brought out the best in him. Dare he say it, but this woman made him a better man, both spiritually and physically. Not to brag but all of their sex had done a significant number for his abs and torso area, twice as prominent as before without his usual sparring regimens.

She really was something to be reckoned with. And he was glad that a blind date had turned into something much more.

"I promise, Rangiku. Anything for you..."

A/N: Rangiku and Byakuya together? Rangiku and Byakuya living together? Wow, what have they gotten themselves into? Review time! Any kind is appreciated, constuctive or appreciative. Short or two pages long- type them up! I'll update faster that way, lol. Thanks for reading!