The Hangover

Kamiko woke up with a horrible headache. She stumbled downstairs to a see an incredibly handsome vision sitting on her couch. His red hair was loose and flowed over his shoulders and chest. Holy crap his tattoos were incredible just like the body they covered. He was thin but muscular and extremely powerful in appearance. He was reading a book that he had apparently found in her library. Handsome and smart. She liked that combination.

"Good morning!" Renji called brightly upon seeing her.

"Morning," Kamiko replied weakly, walking past him to the kitchen. She never drank and now she remembers why. She was busy digging through the cabinet that held various medicines when he walked into the kitchen behind her. "How is it that you don't have a hangover this morning?"

"I've built up my alcohol tolerance I'm ashamed to say," he admitted, walking closer to her. He looked down at her wondering if she had been this short last night. Probably not because she had been wearing high heels. "What exactly did you mean when you told me I can stay as long as I want?"

"Just that. You can leave today or you can stay another night or week or whatever," she answered distractedly, tossing two pills into her mouth then drinking a whole glass of water.

"You should drink a whole lot more of that. That's why you have a hangover. You're dehydrated," he said, moving closer to her and trapping her in the corner. "You're not afraid of me?"

"No. Would you like to go to my friend's wedding this afternoon? You know… the one your friend took home? It will be fun to see what happens don't you think?" she inquired with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"It will be interesting I'm sure. I don't have any clothes though," he said, backing away from her to allow her out of the corner.

"Then how about we go shopping?" she suggested, pulling out the coffee to brew a pot.

"Miko, are you planning on making me a kept man?" he asked in a very direct manner. He watched as she continued to get the coffee ready to brew without saying a word.

Kamiko silently turned to him, staring up at him with her luminescent hazel eyes. She actually had not even considered that. She was only being nice. Then she had an idea. "Only if you want to be. If it will make you feel any better, I'll even give you a position at my office. So what do you say?" she inquired, gazing steadily and directly into his dark brown eyes.

"I'll never have to wonder what you are thinking will I?" He reached out to run his fingers through her dark hair.

"No, you won't. The choice is yours, my dear. You will still be free to leave any time you want and you won't be my piece of property so you're free to date whoever you want. I would say it's an offer you can't very well pass up." She was treating this like a business transaction rather than a relationship. Maybe all relationships should be treated this way so they won't be so disastrous. "Well?"

"Sure. Why not? What have I got to lose?"

"Absolutely nothing. But you have a whole lot to gain."

'Indeed, gorgeous lady,' he thought to himself as he stared at the woman in front of him.

Kamiko stood on her tiptoes, and he took the cue to give her a kiss. She held her breath as his lips met hers in a surprisingly brief and gentle kiss. They had sealed their deal with a kiss instead of a handshake. Her hands were pressed against his hard muscled abdomen while her eyes gazed into his. Her eyes fluttered closed when he bent to kiss her again. This time she received the kind of kiss she had expected from him: forceful, strong, and absolutely breathtaking – just like the man giving it. She sighed when his lips moved across hers, breaking contact briefly before coming back for more. Her fingers twisted themselves into his long red hair that was surprisingly smooth and silky to the touch.

"When do I get to make love to you?" he inquired, pressing his lips to hers again before she could answer.

"Soon," she whispered against his lips. She moaned when his tongue slid between her open lips. He was tender and teasing, touching her tongue with his then retreating before she could respond then doing it again. Her fingernails grazed his ribs making him flinch under her touch. She did it again causing his skin to prickle with goose bumps.

"Mmmm…that tickles," he groaned, seizing her wrists when she threatened to do it once more. He pushed her hands down on the counter, holding them there while he kissed her. Such a lovely tease in his arms. He could not get enough of her.

Kamiko wished he would let her go so she could touch him again. She wanted to feel his warm smooth skin and the firm muscle under her fingertips. Her eyes dropped then coquettishly rose to look into his. She tilted her chin upwards in a silent invitation to kiss her. Her blood rushed faster through her veins when his hand touched her cheek. She was shocked and disappointed when he kissed her on the forehead and moved away from her. The coffee pot beeped to signal it was done so she poured herself a big cup and went to sit down by the pool.

The sound of the man-made waterfall that gently flowed into the pool and hot tub relaxed her and helped ease her headache. Her own backyard paradise with a view of the ocean below; it was her favorite place to be. Kamiko was lost in her thoughts and did not notice the arrival of her red haired companion or how he studied her as she gazed into the distance.

Renji observed her with a smile on his lips. What has he gotten himself into? Whatever it is, so far it was pretty good. His eyes roamed over her from the top of her brown-black head down to her toes where the nails were painted a deep crimson color. He could not wait to find out more about her especially how it felt to make love to her. It still confused him that she had not made advances toward him yet. The kiss was as close as they had come to it and that had been pretty exciting.

"Are you done staring at me or would like to continue?" Kamiko inquired while keeping her eyes focused on the ocean. She was actually very flattered that he was standing there taking her in like she was as beautiful as the view ahead of her. Her heart beat faster realizing that clearly he liked what he saw.

"Just a few more minutes. I just want to get a good long look at my lovely benefactor," he responded, his grin widening enough that his teeth showed when she blushed. How old could she possibly be? Early thirties? Not too much older than him and absolutely gorgeous.

Kamiko turned her head to look at him standing with his hands on his jean clad hips. No shirt, no shoes, and looking like a Technicolor Tarzan with that red hair. She smiled at him. He had gone from sexually desirable to boyishly cute with that Cheshire cat grin on his face. But oh, that man's body with all of the lovely bold tattoos. She turned her head when she felt more heat rise to her face deepening her blush without a doubt.

'What was she thinking about?' Renji wondered by the silly smile and sudden darker blush on her face. He walked over to her, crouching down in front of her with his hands on her knees.

Kamiko ran her fingers through his exquisite hair wondering what he was about to do. Her breath caught in her throat when he pushed her knees apart. She held his intense gaze as he moved forward to kneel between her legs. Her eyes met his since they were eye level at this moment with him on his knees and her sitting in the chair.

"Wh-what are you doing?" she stammered when he slid his hands up her thighs and underneath her skirt. Her hand reached out to press against his chest when he leaned toward her.

"I just want to touch you," he whispered in her ear, his fingers brushing across her panties between her legs. "How long has it been?"

"What?" she asked, leaning back to look at his face.

"How long has it been since you've made love to a man?" His fingers grazed her panties again, feeling dampness there this time.

"Uh, um, oh, god," she gasped, hugging him to her when his fingers moved over her. Her whole body tingled with arousal.

"Too long I would guess," he murmured, pressing his lips to hers.

Kamiko held him close, laying her head on his shoulder. Her lips grazed his neck when he moved to push aside her panties. She was helpless to tell him no. She wanted him.

Renji bit his lower lip feeling his member throbbing painfully with need in his jeans. He would take her, but he would seduce her slowly and have her begging for it. He groaned in her ear as he pushed his finger into her sopping wet womanhood.

"Renji," she gasped, shifting in the chair. She hooked one of her knees over the arm of the chair to open herself wider to him. She should tell him to stop. But why? She was a grown woman, divorced, and at this moment she wanted the man touching her. Why make him stop? She moved her hips toward him, moaning with pleasure. It had been a long time. Her husband had stopped touching her sexually a few months after they were married. She knew then they were in trouble. She had sworn off sex when that had happened. Apparently, she just needed to find the right man to entice her to change her mind.

"You like that?" he asked, kissing her briefly. He cradled the back of her head in his hand. When he felt her nod, he slid another finger into her. His member twitched with hunger when she moaned with pleasure. Soon. He kissed her neck, moving his hand from her neck to push aside her low cut top to reach her breast.

Kamiko whimpered helplessly with arousal when she felt his hand enclose her breast. She reclined against the chair to look at his face. His eyes were soft and unfocused, glassy with apparent desire. Her finger reached out to trace his lips that were now a deep red color and were very full, just begging to be kissed. She leaned forward to press her lips to his as he continued to move his fingers inside of her to bring her pleasure. Her hand slid down his muscular abdomen to the top of his jeans.

"Please, touch me," he begged her, sliding his hand into her hair.

Kamiko maneuvered her hand between his flat belly and the loose waistband into his jeans. She smiled to herself when she realized he was not wearing any underwear.

"My, my, aren't you a bad boy?" she asked, kissing his cheek. Her fingers grasped his member, squeezing him slightly to make him moan.

Renji pushed himself into her hand, feeling a satisfying gush of wetness inside of her across his fingers. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans with her help to free himself so she could stroke him. He groaned with pleasure as her hand moved the full length of his manhood from the head down to his body then back up again.

Kamiko chewed her lower lip because she was unbelievably aroused. She liked the sensation of his hard, throbbing member in her hand. She loved the deep rumbling groans that would start in his throat then rise to come out of his lips. Her lips pressed against his throat feeling it vibrate against her lips when he did it again. She moaned loudly with the pleasure from his manual manipulation of her.

Renji pushed his thumb against the hard little nub above his fingers inside of her. He was glad he had a firm grip on her with one of his arms when she jumped violently and squealed with ecstasy. He could feel her body trembling as he stroked the erect button and glided his fingers in and out of her.

"Renji, oh god!" she cried out, pushing her hips up at his hand.

"Are you going to come? Does it feel good?" he asked between forceful kisses on her mouth.

"Yes, yes," she wailed, pulling his mouth down to hers for a lengthy hard kiss. Her tongue pushed into his mouth mimicking the movements of his fingers thrusting in and out of her. She could feel his body shaking from pleasure while she caressed him.

Renji was sure he was going to explode when she did. His hand was completely covered with her moisture she was so excited. He pushed her back so he could breathe. It felt as if she were drawing the very air out of him in her overstimulated state. He stroked her with a firmer touch and pushed his hand into her harder.

"Come for me, Miko. Please," he implored her, watching her as she lost complete control with the orgasm.

Kamiko writhed and whimpered, convulsing intensely as he continued to move his hand to make wave after wave of ecstasy surge and roll through her body. Her hand was still on his manhood, driving him furiously to a climax when she felt it begin to throb and pulse rhythmically. He called her name and moaned loudly while light splashes of his sticky goo landed on her arm and leg as he let loose. Her eyes carefully watched him as he thrust his hips at her hand, pumping out everything he had within him. She kept her eyes on his face, watching him slowly open his eyes. A smile tilted her lips because he looked so sexy and magnificent with that sex stoned look on his face.

"When do I get to do that inside of you?" Renji asked brazenly, removing his fingers from inside of her.

"Tonight after the wedding. But right now we need to go shopping, my dear. My man needs to look good when he makes his debut," she said, kissing him briefly before standing up.

My man. He liked the sound of that.

It was an outdoor wedding but it was late in the afternoon so it was quite pleasant outside. The three men on the back row looked like wedding crashers but they were definitely invited guests. The red-haired one came closest to appearing he belonged there with his black Armani suit and Italian leather loafers. His friends had a great laugh at him when they first saw him. The laughing had immediately ceased when the woman he was with had appeared. He introduced her to his two friends, but she had to leave because she was one of the bridesmaids.

"Wow! Lucky bastard!" Grimmjow remarked, leaving his sunglasses on despite the sun being low on the horizon. He leaned his head back and extended his legs as if he were going to take a nap in the straight backed chair.

"You met her last night at the bar?" Ichigo asked, staring at his friend with a slight bit of envy. He had been unceremoniously kicked out of the cougar's apartment after she had screwed him again this morning. He had no idea women could be so cold and unfeeling.

"Yeah. I guess I'll be living with her now," he said, ignoring the shocked expressions on their faces.

"What?" they yelled in harmony, receiving irritated glances from the uppity guests.

What the hell were they doing here? They did not belong here. They were like lepers among the rich and beautiful. There were even several celebrities and other famous people in attendance so they knew they were among some of the most elite in society.

"Are you serious? Asshole," muttered Grimmjow. He smiled licentiously as he recalled the uninhabited rough sex he had all night long with that horny little bride. He hoped she wasn't wearing white. That would just be obscene because that woman had known her way around a man's body in a shocking and very pleasurable way. Perhaps she could walk straight by now. It would be embarrassing if she had to limp down the aisle.

"Dammit," Ichigo grumbled, sighing loudly. He wondered if he would ever see the honey of a woman he had been with. His expression dissolved into one of sad reflection when her lovely face appeared in his memory.

"Dude, are you about to cry?" his blue haired buddy asked, poking him in the ribs with an elbow. "Damn! Suck it up and be man!"

"Not all of us are heartless pricks," he shot back.

"Oh, my god! It was just sex you little wuss!" he grumbled irritably. "Shouldn't you be happy she kicked your ass loose? No whining. No crying. No muss, no fuss. Damn idiot."

"Shut up, you two!" Renji hissed when they were being stared at again by the other guests.

They settled into their seats and looked ahead without saying another word when the music began.

Kamiko checked her dress, sighing noisily. Was it a requirement that bridesmaid's dresses be ugly? The dress looked as if she had been wrapped in wide red satin ribbon from above her breasts to her knees with the bow tied on her hip. She smiled when she thought of a certain redhead she would like to untie her and was sure he would appreciate the gift. She rolled her eyes when she heard the sobbing of her friend, Ayume.

"Pull it together! It's time for the ceremony!" her maid of honor, Rangiku, yelled at her.

The attendants, all eight of them including the matron of honor, had lost patience with the constant waterfall of tears from the shallow bride. If she was having second thoughts about marrying her husband for money, they would be shocked. They did not know what she was crying over nor did they really care. Kamiko had a sneaking suspicion it had something to do with the blue haired sex god that had nearly screwed Ayume to death but kept that information to herself. They were ready to get this wedding over with so they could get out of their gift wrapping nightmare of a dress. The music started and Rangiku grabbed the bride dressed all in white which was a laughable irony in itself. She dragged her to position her in line behind them. Ayume's obviously stressed daddy grabbed her arm with a distinct scowl on his face. No one was happy about this event so why the hell was it happening?

Kamiko glanced at three unusual men on the back row. Her heart leapt with unadulterated joy when Renji waved at her. She waved back feeling like a teenager in love. It had been quite a few years since she had felt like this.

"Hey, who's that?" the bridesmaid behind her named Momo asked as they began their slow walk down the aisle.

"My…boyfriend?" Kamiko answered, unsure as to how to refer to him.

"Does your ex know yet?" Momo inquired.

Kamiko wished Momo would shut up since they were walking between the rows of guests. Her gaze moved to the groomsmen on the stage lined up behind the groom who appeared ready to faint at any second. Her eyes stayed on the one at the end with long black hair and stormy grey eyes that were cold and emotionless as usual.

"Does it matter? It's over," she growled to answer the thoughtless question. She was still bitter from the rejection of the man she had loved so much. She had never wanted the money or the houses or the cars or anything else that he gave her. She already had those things. She had only wanted him. There was nothing he could give her that she could not get for herself except his love. Her eyes narrowed as she scrutinized his calm, unaffected demeanor wondering if he was even capable of love. Byakuya Kuchiki - emotionally constipated bastard.