Hi all, so this is a new project of mine. I don't know how much time I'll have to write but I can't get it out of my head now. This is kind of a sequel to "Drunken Foolishness" but it's not necessary to read it, just know that Nanao and Shunsui are together.

So here's the first instalment… enjoy…

Reality

"Everything you can imagine is real."

~Pablo Picasso

The night is beautiful, Shunsui thought. Warm, no clouds in sight and alight with stars and the moon. Leisurely, he smiled up into the illuminated sky.

He had just come from Ukitake and a nice night filled with laughter and remembrance of their more adventurous times at the Shinigami Academy. Shunsui loved those nights, thinking back to those times with Ukitake. They had been precious times, indeed. Getting to know Ukitake had changed his life and had brought him a loyal friend he would treasure forever.

Walking and humming a gentle tune to himself he headed to his captain's quarters in the 8th Division Buildings. But something made him halt. A cursory glance over the buildings and barracks showed him that the light in the offices was out which didn't surprise him considering the late hour. Not even his diligent fukutaicho was working this late. But what did surprise him was the light that was on in the training suites.

The training suites were in-door and only the seated officers were allowed to use them since it was highly likely that an untrained Shinigami could have an "accident", as they liked to call them, and blow up the whole building with a kido-spell gone awry.

Shunsui didn't even begin to claim that he didn't have a curios nature; he would never call it nosy, though. It had brought him into some sticky situations over the years but had resulted in great amusement too. Most of the time, at least.

Since it was fairly late already he thought that it didn't matter if he'd be a few minutes more late. He wanted to know who was so devotedly training into the late night.

So he went to have a little look-see.

The nearer he came to his destination the more his frown intensified. He knew that particular reiatsu and it shouldn't be here at all. But it was confirmed as soon as he stepped into the heavily with kido guarded training rooms. His little fukutaicho, Nanao-chan as he so lovingly called her, was in the middle of the only slightly illuminated room, doing katas with her beautiful and deadly sword. Her movements were smooth and graceful, her eyes closed. Repeating the movements and losing herself in the choreographed motions.

It was quite simply a sight to behold. It was unusual to begin with to see Nanao use her sword in general, preferring to use her trusty kido spells and incantations. She didn't like to use her sword; he knew. She only ever used it as a last means. There had only been a few situations since she had become his fukutaicho that he had seen her use it.

Nanao was deeply entranced in her training and seemed to not have noticed his presence. For which he was glad since he was currently suppressing his reiatsu like a bitch. Nanao especially, seemed to have a certain knack for feeling out his reiatsu even when he actually bothered to hide it.

Nanao was a goddess and when she was swinging, an enormously sharp sword as a little scar on him could attest, she could even make fighting look attractive. It was like in a dream. Her movements were sinuous and showed routine and strength behind every single swing. Nothing was more beautiful than his Nanao-chan and not even his imagination could do her justice on most days.

He knew he shouldn't bother her while she was this focused on her training but he couldn't do anything to stop his feet that brought him right over to her. He approached her from her back.

When he was about 2 feet away from her he saw her stiffen and strike out with her sword so fast that had he not been a captain and expecting it he would never have been able to stop her from striking him. Especially considering that she was using kido too.

His right hand had taken a hold of her right hand, gripping her sword through her hand tightly, so she wouldn't be able to hurt him. His left hand was busy counter-acting the deadly kido she had charged into her palm.

Nanao was breathing hard but then again so was he. She was trying to regain her bearing from being so far off into her own mind with her zanpakuto and it was costing her, he could see and feel. With a shudder she pulled herself together and fell back into his chest.

Slowly he let go of the hand that held her sword and released her other hand too, only to let his arms wrap around her middle to hold her back to his chest.

He leaned his head down to her shoulder and breathed in the scent that was Nanao. Nanao's hand loosened on the hilt of her sword and it fell to the floor where it embedded itself deeply into the wood there.

Without a word, Nanao turned around in his arms and slung her arms around his head to pull him down to her and pressed her lips desperately to his. Her whole demeanour spoke of desperation and of a frenzy that made him shudder.

Shunsui immediately took the initiative and lifted Nanao's lithe body onto his, making sure that she slang her legs around his middle. Being pressed together as they currently were elicited a long drawn out moan from both of them but they didn't pause for long. The atmosphere was too violent for something like slow or even gentle.

Nanao bit into his lip and drew it away so she could suck it into her mouth and then let her lips and tongue slide silkily along his stubbled jaw. Arriving at his ear she started to nibble on it sensually, all the while whispering provocative things into his ear, letting her silky cheek slide sensuously along his rough jaw, spurring him on to take her.

Shunsui didn't have to be told twice. In situations like this it was astounding how entirely not lazy he could be.

He tunnelled one of his hands into her hair, getting it from its prison, namely her hair clip. Shunsui loved Nanao's hair. Silky, smooth, so fucking addictive. Her glasses had been abandoned a while back.

Their bodies already moved in the age old rhythm but their clothes were still a hindrance. Too thick were their Shinigami uniforms to let the overwhelming sensations they were going through affect them as much as only skin on skin contact could manage.

Frustration bubbled to the surface, only making their feelings more arduous and fierce.

Nanao felt a tear on the upper part of her uniform. Soon enough it was disposed of along with her pants until she was bare to his gaze. Her alabaster skin glowed mystically in the by the moon illuminated darkness, making Shunsui want to worship his goddess. With a devilish glint in his eyes he descended to his knees in front of her.

Nanao knew what he would do and her breathing laboured even before he touched his tongue to the silky slopes of her upper thigh making no detours to get to his goal. Nanao desperately tried to brace herself on something. She knew she wouldn't be able to stand upright for long. She decided on his shoulders and practically clawed her short nails into his shoulders. As soon as his tongue touched her folds she lost all reasoning, feeling only the swipes of a tongue and silky lips and sometimes the rasp of his stubble along with hot breath on her centre.

Nanao's knees trembled when she felt the beginnings of the beautiful unfurling in her centre. Her knees buckled completely the moment he touched his teeth carefully, oh so carefully, along her most sensitive spot.

Shunsui let Nanao collapse onto his body, her head lying heavily on his shoulder and her body curled lazily over his knees. He caressed her back leisurely to help get her down from her high but Nanao had other ideas, however. She undulated her hips over his lap, making her wetness spread along his shaft and making him groan out loud in painful pleasure.

But Shunsui soon got a hold of her hips and seated her on him swiftly, making her take him in one thrust.

Nanao bit into his shoulder wildly, crying out, Don't stop, and to urge him on, making him take her even faster.

Shunsui bent Nanao backwards onto the floor to get a better angle and so he'd be able to thrust harder into her. Their bodies were sliding over each other, wet kisses were exchanged in the middle of their passionate encounter, sensual like nothing else could be, making them yearn for each other even more.

Deeper, faster they moved together to the grand finale. It came upon them in a crashing wave of ecstasy and triumph.

Nanao wasn't aware of anything for a long while and the first thing she noticed was a still trembling Shunsui lying heavily on top of her. She didn't make him move, she never did. She loved his weight on her. She knew that he never put his whole weight on her, though; even when he was completely out of it he managed to transfer some of his weight somewhere else.

Nanao let her hand glide soothingly along his back, like he had done before, being made aware that he was still inside her and still semi-hard, coming down from his high slowly.

"I missed you today." She whispered lovingly into his ear, kissing his cheek gently when he moved.

He raised his body slowly over hers, putting his elbows next to her head and leaned down to place the softest kiss imaginable on her swollen lips.

"I missed you too, Nanao."