Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, and this fic was inspired from the novel Irresistable forces by Brenda Jackson. I do not own anything nor do I have a lawyer. Please don't sue me.

Summary: Why don't you join me? (Not for the innocent) R&R.

Rating: M for language, badly-written romance, and CERTAINTY of lemon.

CHAPTER FOUR

"Shit."

It was the first word that came out of her mouth when Yoruichi finally got her breath back. Not very intellectual, but it was all she could do after Kisuke's searing how-do-you-do. A month ago, their relationship had strictly been to help each other amass more wealth, and in a matter of days it had drastically changed into something like this.

This being that they had savagely kissed like they wanted to eat each other alive.

Crap. Her nipples were still perky. Yoruichi's cheeks flamed. She thought of covering them with her arms, but Kisuke was looking at her.

"Hello to you too, Yoruichi," he said with a smile. He walked towards the couch looking calm and perfectly at ease, while her heart felt like it was still running a marathon or something. Damn him.

Yoruichi wanted their first time to be in the good-for-four-people bed. It may seem foolish, since they would never really know for certain, but it comforted her to think that her baby was possibly conceived in the big bed. She had even decided what lingerie she will wear for that particular moment. She was positive that Kisuke was a very virile man, and their first sexual encounter might well enough make her pregnant.

But what if he had wanted to do it right now? Well, she wouldn't have resisted.

She couldn't have resisted.

"Did you have a nice flight?" he queried.

She looked across the room at him and felt feral hunger inside her body. Gorgeous. Just gorgeous. His hair looked a little messed up, but wasn't that all her fault? Yoruichi bit her lip. Why exactly are they standing here exchanging niceties when they could be doing something else?

Oh, right. She had some sort of game plan. This was not the time to be distracted. But it was hard not to be distracted.

"Yoruichi?"

See. She had forgotten to answer his question. "Yeah, it was nice. You?" At least her voice didn't come out shaky.

"The same. I even had the chance to take a nap so now I'm well rested."

Is that a warning? She couldn't tell. His expression was unreadable, and she wasn't a psychic.

"What's this?" he asked, picking up a paper bag on top of the coffee table.

"It was already there when I came in," she said. "Must be some kind of freebies or something. I really haven't got the chance to see what's inside."

"Then let's see what's in it," he said, and sat on the couch. She came nearer, but opted not to sit on the couch. Who knows what he might do to her? Or she to him?

The first thing he pulled out was a book. It was a guidebook. A sexual guidebook complete with interesting illustrations. Next were a few scented candles, and then jars of different creams in varying sizes. A vibrator ("But I'm already here!"), a pair of handcuffs ("I like this one.") and – what the hell? – even a whip was thrown in for good measure. The place was really living up to its promise. There was also a notice about relaxing body massages and a free movie on TV. The latter was supposed to put them in the mood if they're not already there.

She couldn't say for Kisuke, but Yoruichi thought that she was already there.

"It also says here that dinner will be served in our room around seven," Kisuke said. He checked his watch. "That's still a few hours away. Is there anything you'd like to do then, Yoruichi?"

"Umm...walk on the beach?" she suggested. There were other suggestions she could think of, but decided to save them for later.

"Walk on the beach?" He looked honestly surprised. He was probably expecting something else.

"Yeah," she said, smiling.

"Oh, ok."

She looked at his clothes. He wasn't exactly dressed for the beach. "Want to change first?"

He considered. "Only if you'd help me."

"Not happening." Not yet.

He stood up from the couch. "Then I'm ok with this."

There were only a few people around when Kisuke and Yoruichi walked the long stretch of Mizutori's beach. Most of the couples were probably inside their suites, doing what they came to do. Still, it would be a shame not to take a walk on the beach - even if only once - for the white sand and the blue ocean was really beautiful.

Kisuke liked the feel of the sand beneath his bare feet. He also liked having this woman beside him. She wasn't saying much but then neither was he. They walked in companionable silence, enjoying the sound of the crashing waves and the salty scent of the ocean.

"This place is gorgeous, isn't it?" she finally said.

"It is," he answered, thinking so was she. "It's been a long time since I've been to a place like this."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Work's been taking a lot of my time lately."

"Then it's good that you have one whole week to relax and unwind."

He chuckled softly. "I'll be disappointed if that's all we're doing."

"Don't worry," Yoruichi smiled. "We'll be doing something else, too."

He smiled a big smile. "Is it something interesting?"

"Yes, very interesting," she said seriously. "We'll be excavating the ruins of the lost Mizutorian race."

"Should I get my shovel?"

She laughed then, and Kisuke thought it sounded nice. But then, he thought everything about her was nice.

Yoruichi looked ahead of her, shielding her eyes from the glare of the afternoon sun. "Is that a child?" she asked.

Kisuke followed her gaze. He saw what appears to be a boy playing in the sand, not very far from where they stood. He looked to be around nine or ten years old, maybe even younger. "Yeah," he answered. "I think so."

"Strange. I thought this place was only for couples."

"He's probably a child of one of the employees."

They observed the boy for awhile, but he never noticed them. He looked like he was busy digging something in the sand. They decided to find another path and leave him be.

"Can I ask you something?"

Yoruichi glanced up at him. "Sure."

"Does your sister know about this?"

She stopped walking and turned her eyes towards the wide ocean. "Yeah, she knows."

"Then I'm surprised that she agreed. I'm not exactly in her list of favorite people."

"Well, she didn't exactly agree," Yoruichi said, her gaze turning back to him. "But I've made up my mind about this. So, she let me be."

Kisuke had no idea what to say. Maybe I shouldn't have asked. So what he did was he gave her a reassuring smile and her hand a light squeeze. He would just have to prove to Soi Fon that her sister didn't make the wrong decision. Once their child was born, he will try his best to be a good father.

"Wanna head back?" she asked, her smile returning.

Kisuke nodded. "I could use a shower."

"Why don't you join me?"

It was the kind of question that Yoruichi did not want to answer in a situation like this. Not when Kisuke was half-naked, and the bed was only a few steps away. She tried to ignore the back flip her stomach made when he had removed his shirt. Definitely not easy. It was hard not to notice his godlike chest, too.

"I'd wait until later," she somehow managed to reply.

"Can I ask why?"

"I know it sounds silly, considering the reason why we're here," she explained. "But I'd rather not let the first time we have sex be in the shower."

The wicked smile he gave her was not helping. "You don't think we can take a shower without sex?"

"Do you really think we can?" she retorted.

The way his gaze traveled up and down her body was not helping. Not at all!

Kisuke let out a disappointed sigh. "No, we can't."

"I'll just wait in the other room then," she said, walking towards the door. If she stayed in the same room with him for too long, she just might change her mind. "Maybe I'll watch TV or read something."

But before she could make her escape, his hand stopped her and drew her nearer. "Before you go, I want to give you something to think about while I'm alone in the shower."

Yoruichi thought this was dangerous. She was already having a hard time as it is. But if the way he was staring at her mouth was any indication, he just wanted to kiss her. And she just wanted to kiss him, too. No harm in that, right?

Definitely wrong.

Before she knew it, he had untied the straps that held her sundress in place and she was naked to the waist. She tried to say something intelligent, but his mouth already found hers. Whatever coherent sentence she formed in her head was then forgotten, replaced by a low growl that came deep from within her throat.

Yoruichi angled her head to derive more pleasure from the kiss. Kisuke was really good at kissing. And if this was what he wanted to give her to think about, then he was most definitely succeeding. He had her thinking.

He also had her getting wet.

He released her mouth, which did not make her very happy. Yoruichi stared into his dark blue eyes and realized that she was a hopeless case. Did she tell him she'd wait until later? Fuck. She hadn't had sex for so long. Who was she kidding?

Kisuke cupped her breasts and allowed the tips of his fingers to rub against her hardened nipples. She gasped. In that moment, it doesn't seem to matter if their child was conceived while standing up or while in bed.

Because Yoruichi just wanted him. She just wanted to have sex.

She just wanted to have sex with him. Period.

His mouth lowered to her breasts, and Yoruichi moaned when he sucked one of her nipples. Her back arched and her hands raked his hair while his tongue flicked and formed small, wet circles around the hardened tip. Yet another moan escaped her when his hand kneaded her other breast.

"Oh, god," rushed out of her lips when she suddenly felt his warm hand grazed her sex. Slipping underneath her panties, Kisuke planted his fingers into her already dripping core. Blood pounded in her ears with his every slow, intimate stroke. His expert hand deliciously tortured her clit while her mantra of "oh, god" was chanted infinitely inside her head.

She pulled him up with his hair and guided his lips back to hers then her hands started to move of their own volition. They explored his glorious chest, his stomach, and went down into his pants. She wanted to feel him in her hands. She needed to feel him inside her.

Kisuke broke the kiss. He looked at her, his dark eyes hazy with desire. "Later," he growled.

Yoruichi frowned. "No fa –"

But he was kissing her again. This time, he kissed her so hard she had to hold on to his shoulders. His hand was still busy doing things to her too, and Yoruichi was no longer sure what will drive her mad: his excellent French-kiss or the escalating tempo of his stroking fingers.

Shit.

Yoruichi squeezed her eyes shut and screamed his name when a gratified shudder wracked her body, shaking her to the core. She could barely stand while her mind was filled with nothing but the intense pleasure tearing through her.

When Kisuke finally let her go, it took a few moments before she could properly think once more. And she almost lost it again when he took his fingers, those that did wonders to her body, brought it to his lips and tasted it.

And in a sinful voice, he said, "I could get addicted to this."

A.N. So it begins. I think it became obvious that I love Urahara too much. Oh well. ^^

I also think it is safe to say that this is only a prelude. Practical exams turned out better than I expected. And so the early update. I kept it short because if my nose bleeds too much then I might not be able to write at all. Haha. I'll try to do better next time. How about reviews then? To inspire me and help me improve things.

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debbiejedigirl: I'm very very happy that you're enjoying this story. Thank you. I'll try to work harder on it. About the mindless sex... Well, didn't they say that getting there is half the fun. ^^

RarusuRinnu1310: How can I not mention you when you are always so kind? Thank you. I hope you'll like this one too. I'll try to survive their seven days first and then we'll see how it all works out. ^^

GraceEleganceandBeauty, Oceanee, and pinkgirl0628 my thanks to you too for giving this thing a chance. ^^