A/N: So that, now called 'chapter 1' was intended to be a oneshot, but I couldn't help myself. The more I think about it, the more I really think I want to explore the dynamic of this pairing, and I've just had so many ideas regarding this fanfiction. I hate A/Ns at beginning of stories, but here I am writing one. Regardless, I'll be updating this periodically, likely with another chapter within a week, and then I'll be going from there as I please at the pace I can, since I'm working on this, the 100 Themes Challenge, and am taking a full course load this semester, and should be getting a job soon. tl;dr- Let's just say, I keep myself very busy, and I'll update this as frequently as I can.
Enjoy~
He could have mentally slapped himself as he woke. The feeling of a warm, breathing being next to him on his left was something that had grown foreign over the last decade or so. Still, whatever loneliness which may have existed was not necessarily an excuse for this behavior. Especially when the figure next to him resembled a small teenaged girl.
With his free hand, Ryuken reached for his glasses. They were never far, and were always able to be found within mere moments. With a sigh, he placed them on himself, and with the new clarity that came with his vision, only brought upon more guilt as what had happened had fully sunken in. It became truly real as he felt her shift beside him, still unclothed.
Turning his head to look to her, he met a pair of amber eyes. With a curious raise of the brow, he thought to himself how strange it was that she was awake before him. Maybe she was just a morning person herself - since he had been trained to rise at dawn since he began working in Karakura Hospital many years ago.
"I wasn't expecting you awake," for some reason, he spoke his thoughts to her, when usually he was not very inquisitive, and didn't want to be perceived as a fool, or unknowledgeable. "May I ask what you're doing?"
"I'm just watching you. Waiting for you to wake up. I should let your hand go now, huh?"
The arm that wrapped around Senna had been caught by her hand, and the moment she woke up, she had laced their fingers together. She wasn't cold, but his arm provided her with an extra sense of security. She didn't want to let it go.
"In a moment." Looking at her, Ryuken wanted to take the sight of her in. Not in the same lustful way as he did the night before, but in a more curious sense. Had she clung to him the entire night, and simply backed off moments before he woke? Why was she still in his room, rather than in the guest room he had offered to her, if she had woken up much before him? Why didn't he want her away from him just yet?
The last question struck a nerve, and he quickly began to pull his hand from hers. Frowning, Senna complied, leaning up from his arm so he could make use of it once again.
"I'm sorry, Ishida-sensei. Did I do something wrong?" Senna was used to having done things wrong at this point. Even though she didn't feel entirely right about their actions the night before either, she had to admit to herself, they weren't entirely wrong either. "Please don't tell me you hate me now."
Rather than going for the cigarette he so desperately wanted right now, Ryuken rolled over on his side to face the small girl better. He locked his gaze on her, and perhaps a bit hastily, placed his right hand on her cheek, tenderly stroking it with his thumb.
"Don't be a fool. You've done nothing that could make me hate you, Senna-chan."
And with that, he released her cheek, and repositioned himself so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"It's morning now. I can't be late for work."
Still dumbfounded, she merely laid still, save for a hand which reached, for him, only to miss as he moved. With a whimper, a very light one, she moved herself, kneeling so that she was right behind him. Her violet strands a mess behind her, no ribbon in place, Senna bent her head down, placing her forehead on one of Ryuken's shoulders as her hands placed themselves on his arms. Perhaps not thinking, she began lightly curling her fingers, scratching his skin with her nails as she did so.
"I know. I can't help it that I don't want you to leave, though. It's strange. I didn't even want to come here in the first place. You could have just let me go back to wherever it was that I came from. But you wouldn't let me. You let me come with you."
At this point, the doctor had a small smirk on his face concerning the last sentence she spoke. He found amusement in the double entendre, but she likely had no idea what she was saying. What made it worse for him were her lips lightly touching the tops of his shoulder-blades as she spoke. Either he was unknowingly sensitive there, or her the contact of her lips alone drove him crazy.
"I haven't been attached to anybody. In so, so long."
Lifting her head from his back, Senna looked straight ahead as she continued speaking, still holding on to Ryuken's arms as she did so.
"I can't ask you to be attached to me too, I know that. I don't love you yet, but I could."
"Please let my arms go, I'm already running behind."
Releasing a long breath, Ryuken felt Senna's delicate hands leave his arms, and he quickly stood up and walked over to dress. He knew it wasn't the answer she was looking for. Maybe she wasn't looking for any answer. Maybe she was looking for him to stay with her, but he wouldn't.
She was silent. Moving down from her kneeling position, Senna sat back down on the bed, and pulled her knees to her chest, resting her cheek on her knees as she looked nowhere in particular. Her arms held her legs so that her shape wouldn't disconnect itself.
"Are you upset?"
"nhhn-nhn...only, disappointed. I don't think I could be upset with you. Is that strange?"
Was that a challenge, her stating she couldn't be upset with him? Did she want him to prove her wrong? Surely this girl hadn't heard of the infamous Ishida family and the internal problems it faced. His own son, his flesh and blood wanted nothing to do with him. How long had it been this way now...Ryuken almost had a hard time remembering, it had been that long. Still, the thought of it made him smirk. As he began to button his shirt - now that he was almost fully dressed, having on his pants already - he walked back over and stood in front of Senna, looking down at her in his bed.
"Perhaps it is. I wouldn't intentionally upset you, Senna-chan. If nothing else, I do hope you know that."
"I think I do."
Her eyes watched him intensely as he continued to slowly button up his pale blue shirt. It was almost part of a uniform. Smiling she lifted her head from her knees, and then unwrapped her body, quickly returning to a kneeling position, as she lifted her arms up.
"Can I please..?"
Before he could answer, Senna began buttoning the buttons on his shirt - even though only a few were left. As soon as her hands were lifted, Ryuken just let her do her work. At that point, he figured if he was late once, and just this once, he could always blame it on something trivial. Once she was finished, Senna placed her hands on his shoulders, and used them as balance to stand up, still holding on as she was on two feet. From this position, she was about an inch or so taller than the Quincy, and she wasn't quite sure if she liked it. Nor was he.
"You're an interesting girl..." he mused aloud as he wrapped a hand around her waist. "Perhaps you should dress yourself as well. I can't have you sitting around here all day like this."
"Why not? I mean, not that I want to stay like this all day, or anything, but you're the only one who lives here."
"I suppose you're right. However, it would be in your best interest."
No...it would be in his best interest. And he knew it, but would not tell her that, regardless. In the dawn, and even in this moment, as the sun continued to rise, with the exception of the bandage on her leg, her body looked flawless. He couldn't help but massage her back with his hand as the other wrapped around her shoulders, bringing her closer into him.
"Since you like to flaunt yourself so much..."
Leaning in to her, indicating that his lips were looking for hers, she complied instantly. As her eyes closed, Senna could feel herself being twirled away from the bed, and her feet were no longer on a surface. A smile, and a slight opening of her mouth prompted Ryuken to open his own mouth, and deepen the kiss ever so slightly as he bent her down to place her on the ground. Once he felt she was secure, he pulled back, and removed his arms from her.
"That's just one way to get you out of bed - I learned something already today."
"If you wanted me out, you could have just asked...but I did like that a lot."
Walking to the door, Senna looked back at the white-haired man, as he stood in place.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"To put on my clothes. You asked me to-"
"Those rags are filthy."
As her eyes widened, Senna froze in place, her hand on his doorknob, as she turned around to look at Ryuken, who was walking back over to his closet.
"They won't do. Please wear this."
Holding out a dark green dress-shirt, still on the hanger, he indicated for her to come take it from him, which she did.
"You'll need clothes if you're going to stay here," he continued as he chose a white tie, putting it on as he spoke. "You can have this for today, Senna-chan."
Turning around, he saw her in his shirt. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all to give it to her. It was big on her - big enough to be like a dress. The only problem was that she hadn't buttoned it. But it was a big problem - the way it draped over her body turned an ordinary shirt he never liked very much into something much different - it was almost like a sexual tool. He couldn't have it - not at this time.
"...allow me."
Walking to her, as she was only a few steps away, Ryuken stopped himself right in front of Senna. With one hand, he tilted her chin up to him, and he was able to see the deep red blush on her face.
Senna of course, was not embarrassed, but overwhelmed that he not just requested, but instructed that he would be the one to finish dressing her. In his shirt nevertheless. The moment she received it, she could tell it hadn't been worn very often. However, being in his closet, it smelt like him. His sent was so amazing. It was his essence, and that alone was enough to excite her.
Her appearance was semi-dazed, but as his fingers left her chin, rather than being pulled back, they trailed down her neck, all the way until they reached in between her breasts.
"Y-you know, Ishida-sensei...last night, wasn't the first time I've ever done...that."
His eyes were locked on hers, but he likely wasn't able to contain his shocked expression. No, he realized she wasn't a virgin after they had finished, but he never thought she'd be so upfront with it.
"But in a way it was. With you - last night, was the first time I've ever wanted to do it with the person. I've tried to stop it every other time, but I never can. It's horrible, I know, and I don't want to think about it, but...you're different. I could tell because -" grabbing his unoccupied hand, as well as the one sitting between her breasts, Senna maneuvered them so his palms faced her, before placing them under his shirt, and on to her chest. "When you touched me like this, you didn't hurt. You didn't want to hurt me - you wanted to make sure I felt good too. I didn't know this when we first started, but that's when I realized it. I- I like when you touch me. I know you have to leave but- could you-"
"Quiet yourself. You're making a scene over nothing."
Keeping with his cold attitude, Ryuken closed his eyes, and turned his head away from Senna. Regardless, he did nothing to remove his hands from her chest. Was he secretly just trying to touch her breasts again in requesting to dress her? He didn't even think of the possibility of it until that moment.
He had to admit, the feeling of her soft skin, the curves, and her pert nipples weren't something he wouldn't enjoy. The feeling was something he hadn't felt in years, and it was welcome. So many years without touching or feeling a woman...
"I have no reason not to at this point. You've made me late enough as it is. Now, remove your own hands, or-"
Before he could even finish speaking, Senna removed her hands from his and placed them at her sides.
"Now, that's a good girl..." repeating a line from the prior night, Ryuken then began softly massaging Senna's small breasts, kneading them softly beneath his skilled fingers. Turning his head back to her, he noticed her eyes had closed, and her half-smile had turned into an expression of pleasure. Smirking, he quickened his pace, massaging her in a steadier, and a bit rougher manner.
He had no idea why, but he enjoyed making the moans come from her. They were unlike any other sound. But what he loved even more where the perverse, half moans, half begging-tones of "Ishida-sensei" as he continued to work around her breasts. Removing one hand, he used it to open up his shirt so he could watch his hands work her. She felt better in his palms than the image was portraying, since his hands were slightly larger than her breasts. Rather than putting his hand back to her right breast, Ryuken slid it around her small waist, placing it at the small of her back.
Senna knew she was gone, even though only her breasts were being stimulated. If it weren't for the hand now around her back, she would have collapsed to the floor. One of her hands, by this point, found its way to her entrance, and she had began stroking it with her index finger. Still, it wasn't enough, so to heighten the feeling, she moved her finger up, and began circling it around her clit.
"M-more...I-Ishida-sensei...please..."
She wanted him to take her again, right there, just like that. And even though he had somewhere to be, he wanted to as well. As he pinched, rubbed, and thumbed at her left nipple...between the feeling of her soft curves against his skin, and hearing the moaning of his name, not to mention the sight of the girl fingering herself, Ryuken felt his own body in need.
"I want to give you more, but what would you give me?"
The thought came to his mind as he realized that she was merely standing there, aside from her circling finger. Even though he enjoyed, and relished in, the dominance he had over Senna, he knew there were other ways to utilize the dominance, while still pleasing her, also being serviced in return.
"Anything...anything you want. Please..."
"Anything?" He raised a curious eyebrow at her, before reaching down to grab her hand from her slit. bringing her finger up to his lips, he held it there as he spoke. "I'm sorry to say we'll have to finish this when I return. I'll make sure to remember that word, Senna-chan." With that, making eye contact with her now half-lidded eyes, as he always did, he took her finger into his mouth, licking it clean of her arousal.
One more moan from her, and he released her entirely. Quickly, Ryuken did as he said he would, and buttoned up the shirt he gave to Senna to wear. He silently mused to himself how it really could be warn as a dress on her, and that the green still looked nice with her dark hair.
He couldn't put his finger on why, but he found this damn girl so attractive, and enticing.
"Here, I'll roll the sleeves up for you." Doing as such, he rolled the arms on the shirt so that she could move around freely without worrying about swimming in the garment.
"T-thank you..." Senna couldn't help but still be dumbfounded as he stopped their dance so suddenly. Looking away from his piercing blue eyes, she noticed his belt was still unbuckled, and she grabbed a hold of it from either side of the leather. "Can I buckle your belt?" Not even waiting for his reply, she looped the leather through the metal buckle, shifting her eyes up to meet his. "It's much more fun taking it off...it's a lot easier too."
As she giggled, she retracted her hands. While he was admittedly amused by her thoughts, he made no indication of showing it.
What was this? Were they just going to do this daily now? A routine of waking up, dressing one another, and after a day apart, engage in the wanton acts they had the previous night, only to repeat day in and day out?
Perhaps they both had the same thought, as one of Ryuken's strong hands reached towards Senna's face, using the back of it to stroke her cheek.
"I must leave now. Please keep yourself entertained until I return. I believe we need to have a talk."
Without waiting for her reply, and not showing any indication of caring about her reaction, he made his way towards the door, leaving it open behind him as he left his home for the day. He wasn't sure whether to be relieved that he would have a chance to clear his mind, and gather his thoughts, or if he found those things to be only a burden. He shouldn't have to do either of those things.
How could a girl he had encountered just one day ago have such an effect?
Stepping into his car, the doctor left his home for the hospital.
Inside of the home, he left a very confused girl.
"...a talk?" Minutes after he had already left she asked the question aloud to nobody except for herself. "W...why would he want to talk with me..."
A million thoughts circulated around Senna's head as she ended up falling back onto the bed, her legs hanging over the side. This bed...she could smell him here too. The entire room had his scent and she loved how it consumed her. A hint of pine. A hint of mint. And a hint of something she could identify as sage.
As worried as Senna was regarding any 'talk' her host would be having with her, it still was a lot better than worrying who would approach her on the street next, and for what. Clenching her eyes shut, her mind flashed back to just minutes ago when she told him.../him/ of all people about what had happened to her.
"Whyyy did I do thaaat?...he probably doesn't want to talk to me...or touch me, or anything anymore."
The better question she had, was why did she care so much? Sitting up and finally standing, Senna left the bedroom and made her way around the large Ishida estate. She had only seen three rooms since she arrived the previous night, but was curious, of course. It wasn't overly large - not enough to get lost, but big enough where it was too large for just one person alone.
"He's a doctor, but it's not like he's home anyways. Why...does he have such a big house?" Searching through more rooms, after passing through the living room, and peeking into rooms in the hallway - one of them a 'guest' bedroom of sorts, likely the one he had offered her initially, the bathroom and a storage closet - Senna then continued to the main room of the house, where the other wing was branched off from.
The first room on the right was the kitchen, so she figured she may as well eat. Grabbing an apple, she continued through the house, munching on it as she went. At the end of the hall, there was a large room. It looked to be like her Ishida-sensei's room on the other end, but the only difference was that this room was locked. Jiggling the handle, pushing it, pulling it, nothing worked.
"Strange. Ishida-sensei doesn't seem like the type to have secret rooms..." pouting ever so slightly, she turned around, and sat in the main room. There was nothing to keep herself entertained with. He didn't have any television - not that she did either, but she expected him to. But, he did have books. "I may as well read since who knows when he'll be home..."
Taking one from the shelf, Senna brought it back over to the chair, and finished her apple before cracking it open. "Chapter one..."
Hours had passed and she was still reading when she noticed the clock indicate it was four p.m. How much longer would he be out? She was growing impatient. When she wanted someone, he wasn't there, but before, when she wanted someone to stay away, they wouldn't leave her alone.
