Passion For Paperwork

Disclaimer: Don't own any of the charas, world, etc etc etc. Not for profit, just for fun :)

Warnings for the whole story: Alcohol abuse, lime-like moments as Hitsugaya can't control his raging hormones and a lemon at the very end.

Warnings for this chapter: Seduction (aka boobs).

My biggest thanks to Skarla for beta-ing – I luffs you! Credit to Skarla also for the title, I love it!

I would like to invite you all to check out "After the Storm" a Bleach story by my partner in crime and fanfiction class: Skarla. I likes it very much, especially Shinji. I think he is fast becoming my favourite Bleach character (I don't even know why but he is! I think he's jut got Cool.)

Chapter Four – Scent of Rangiku

The next morning he dished out the usual orders to his division in an even more irritated and clipped way than usual, he was crabby from not enough sleep and a couple of his men had not come back from Hisagi's party until late morning. They were extremely apologetic, and one so very ill. Obviously it had been his first time out drinking with the seasoned Soul Reaper's boozing sortee and drank far more than he could handle. Hitsugaya barked at his friends to take their buddy to squad 4 for treatment and stomped back to his office. He rushed through the morning's paperwork and sat, reading the same report over and over, not taking in a single word of it until he slammed it down in frustration. All he could read was 'Rangiku, Rangiku, Rangiku... Rangiku dancing, Rangiku's mouth moving so seductively, Rangiku's loose shihakusho, Rangiku's hands pressing on his hard chest and moving down until they teased his...

"Shut up!" He roared at himself, slamming his fists on the desk. This really would not do.

"Are you alright?" Came the voice that put a cold dread and hot flush through him at the same time. "You're not the type to talk to yourself, Captain." She said. Her eyes looked tired still and her voice was slightly hoarse, but she was holding up like a pro, and certainly coping with her hangover much better than most of the others who had been at the party.

"It's nothing. Are you fit for duty?" He demanded. She gave him a proud smirk.

"Of course I am. Renji on the other hand..." She faded away into a snicker. He looked at her, intrigued. "Apparently he did cement mixers last night to win a bet and has been in Unohana's care since they found him this morning. Shuuhei was covered in vomit!" She burst out laughing as though she didn't have a raging headache.

"Disgraceful behaviour for a Vice-Captain." He stuck his nose in the air. "I'm sure Captain Kuchiki will not be so amused when he finds out." He was in such a foul mood that he felt the compulsive need to rain on any parades that came near him, even if they were small ones.

The image of Rangiku, barely covered, in the moonlight from the previous night flashed into his head again and it hit him in the groin like a flying brick. He immediately sat down behind his desk and willed for it to soften, at least until she was gone.

"So, what are my orders for today, Captain?" She said, perching on the corner of his desk.

'To suck my cock.' He thought to himself.

"Organise the patrols for tonight. God only knows what happened to them last night, but there weren't any."

"Really?" She exclaimed, genuinely shocked. "That won't do. I'll get right on it." She said and jumped up.

'You'll get right on me.' He thought again, but instead just nodded to her. She flashed him a smile and turned to leave. Just before she close the door behind her she looked to him.

"Thanks for getting me home last night." She said.

"I told you not to worry about it." He dismissed.

"And thanks for helping me get to sleep." She had a definite mischievous twinkle in her eye and she left. He was left scowling at the door. Did that mean that she remembered their kiss?

This question did little to improve his mood for the day. Rangiku was out for most of it, getting their division back together, barking at those who were skiving, at those who were being lazy, and being especially harsh to those who took the day off sick for hangovers. She shouted at them all to man up and get on with life and that next time they tried something like this they would be pulled off the duty roster with no pay. Since the pay check bought sake, the men bowed deeply and she left them to contemplate their future behaviour. Once she had finished chewing out those who were supposed to be on patrol (that was a serious blast from her) she made one last inspection of the squad before heading back to her office with the paperwork she had accumulated.

She felt very happy with herself as she walked back. She had a monster hangover, but had still managed to pull up the entire squad and organise them for the day. She had shouted at many different people, lived up to her lieutenant's badge several times and put in a lot of hard work that involved thinking with the thing that hurt the most at the moment – her head. She picked up some snacks on the way for her and the Captain and wondered that since she had done so much work today if he would do her paperwork for her. Judging by his determination the previous evening she sighed as she resigned herself to the inevitable.

"Caaaaptain!" She sung as she opened the door to the office. Though technically they had separate room, they had had a door put in between them that remained almost perpetually open so they could consult each other with ease. He was nowhere to be seen. She frowned a little, she thought he had to be at the office since she hadn't seen him outside the whole day. Curious, she left her papers and snacks on his desk (which she came to first) and poked her head into her office. She found him sat in her chair pressing a midnight blue neck scarf to his face. It was one he had given her for her birthday and she wore it quite often as a sign of her appreciation. She didn't know what to do, he obviously wasn't aware that she was watching him, and wondered why on earth he would be – was he smelling? – her scarf. She tried to exit discreetly, but she banged her knee on the door and before his eyes were even fully open he was bright red.

"Ra...Matsumoto?!" He exclaimed, short of breath and standing up straight away. The chair flew from behind him, but he didn't seem to hear it hit the wall.

"Captain! I'm so clumsy!" She announced, even louder than he had spoken as if to drown out his embarrassment.

"What are you doing here?" He asked without really thinking. All he was thinking that he had just been caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing.

"This is my office." She put on her most innocent face.

"I meant...I thought you still had to arrange the guard for tonight." He covered for himself.

"All done! And I even brought snacks for you!" She chirped, got up, her knee clearly better, and deposited the food in front of him.

"Err...thank you." He said, blinking a little. He was very aware of the heat in his face and wondering how he wasn't bright red now, or maybe she just wasn't saying anything.

"So what did you want?" She asked. She knew that he thought he had gotten away with getting caught, but Haineko had breathed a hint of mischievousness into her ear and they had both agreed. He flushed a little more.

'I can't say what I want, I mustn't say 'you', I mustn't say I want you.' He repeated the mantra in his head.

"Captain?" She pressed him.

"I was...looking for the report...on the new training drills. I thought you had it." He said. He opened the file drawer of her desk as if to reiterate the point and flicked through the files.

"Ohh, that." She drawled. She had gone from being surprised to flirtation mode with practised ease and came round the desk to look through the drawer too. She leaned over, gravity tugging at the corners of her shihakusho and she made her breathing that tiny bit more audible. The effect was like pouring the captain with petrol and holding a match pretty damn close. His eyes anxiously travelled along her generous curves, he unconsciously licked his lips as his eyes delved down her cleavage, and the breath tickled his neck. He wanted nothing more than to push her onto the floor, claim her mouth as his own, shred her uniform and...

"Here it is!" She declared and pulled the folder out of the drawer, straightening up slowly. He was captivated by the way her hair cascaded down her shoulders, curling down her chest and she swatted his fantasy a bit by swatting her hair away back behind her back.

"Tha...thank you..." He stuttered and took the folder back to his desk, but he didn't sit at it, he went to the window and stared out into the gardens for a while, trying to sort his head out. He was still red, and Rangiku could see it emanating from the back of his neck all the way from her office. She smiled proudly to herself and pulled out a manga Rukia had brought back for her from the World of the Living.

A certain silver-haired captain was gripping the window pane with such strength that his knuckles where turning white. A part of him told him to let up or he would be paying for the damages when he took two chunks out of it, but the rest of him wouldn't listen. All he could think about was the dirty things he wanted to do to his lieutenant, and it was driving him crazy. He knew in his heart that is wasn't a purely lust-driven attraction, he had held deep-set affection for her for a long time, but it was only recently that his sexual desires had been slowly consuming him. He wanted to claim her possessively, he wanted her to be his because he would only be hers. He wanted to please her and bring her to ecstasy and call her name as he worshipped her all through the night. Cold showers didn't seem to work very much anymore. Masturbation didn't seem to work very much anymore. He couldn't stand to be away from her as his heart would ache, but he couldn't stand to be near her because his cock would ache. It was a hell of a predicament.

It took him a good twenty minutes to calm down enough to get back to work and he returned to his desk, eyes closed and calming. When he reopened them he was greeted by a pile of paperwork that he was sure he had finished. Groaning, he pulled the first paper and began to write. Half-way through, however, he realised this wasn't his pile of work. Scowling, he looked up to his innocent-looking lieutenant and cleared his throat. He didn't trust himself enough to say her name at this point.

"Is there something wrong?" She asked.

"Yes." He growled. The red in his face had completely gone now, replaced by that familiar twitching of his brow. "Why is all your paperwork on my desk?" He demanded. 'You should be draped over my desk, not these damn papers.' He thought. He couldn't shake the thoughts, no matter how hard he tried. Speaking of hard...

"I put them on there when I came in. I meant to take them back later..." She said, it was half the truth.

"You put them on here to try and get me to do them didn't you?"

"Not at first." She admitted, pouting a little.

"So come and take it back."

"But I've done so much work today outside with the squad!"She whined.

"I've not been sitting and twiddling my thumbs here, you know!" He retorted.

"I know, but..."

"But nothing! Do your paperwork!" He demanded, and with a protracted moan she retrieved the papers.

Silence descended on the offices yet again. Rangiku was finally settled to her work, and Hitsugaya needed to get on with his monthly captain's report, and he amazed at himself how his lust had finally ebbed away for a while. The month's activities had been more than normal, and there was a lot to say, but he was still surprised when Rangiku finished before him.

"I'm done now Captain!" she said happily. "I think you work too hard." She winked and set a small box on the desk. "Goodnight!" She waved and was out the office before he could say much. He looked down at the package. It looked like a box of his favourite snacks, and – this was the thing – it was tied shut with a familiar blue neck scarf, tied in a bow at the top like a ribbon. He carefully undid it and checked the door to make sure she hadn't come back for something before indulging in what he had been caught doing earlier. He pressed the scarf to his nose and took a deep lungful of the scent that was uniquely hers. It was one of her favourite scarves to wear (he had seen her in it many times) and so it carried around a mixture of her and her perfume that made him slightly light headed. As his eyes slide shut, the image of Rangiku wearing nothing but the said neck scarf flooded his brain with sensations, his mind beckoned the image to come closer, to touch him, to crawl onto his lap and lick a line up his naked chest, neck until she slipped it into his mouth. He would glide his hands over soft skin, running down and round the curve of her beautiful behind and lower her gently onto him, penetrating her.

Back in the real world his twitching cock was out of control and he felt slightly drunk from her scent.

"This has to end. Soon." He whispered to himself desperately.

A/N: The seduction is ON! Will Rangiku snag her Captain, or will she just continue to tease him and drive him loony? And just what does it have to do with her wrist in action? Find out next chapter!