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Chapter 4:) Warning !!! RATED M !!! for a reason!! LEMON!!!

Sorry guys for taking so long, real life got in the way of my creative process. :P Gomen ne!

Tiny dictionary:

baka – stupid, silly

itai – to hurt, painful (hope I got this one right )

I think the rest is known from the previous chapters, although I'd still like to point out that knowledge of Bleach characters and expressions is necessary to understand the story completely.

Anyway, enjoy:3

I still do not own any of the Bleach characters.

4. Forget…?

Four days had passed without any kind of 'next time'. Disturbances of unknown origin in the Living World seemed to keep both Matsumoto and Ichimaru busy during their days and sometimes nights. All squads were on alert, since most of the teams sent to take care of things suffered great injuries, and brought back almost no useful information at all.

Matsumoto's mind was preoccupied by these events, and yet no day passed without her thoughts floating back to the scene at the sakura garden. The squad meetings - which were held more often than any time before – did little to help her effort to forget. Ichimaru didn't make any open moves, but she'd often catch him looking at her, and when the meeting was done he'd always search for a reason to talk to her – and given his sly personality, he'd always find one.

"Baka… If I only knew what your true goal is…" thought Matsumoto with frustration, "but I know you too well to know that you won't tell me."

She had just walked out of her office, heading for the main building of the 2nd division – the occasional meeting was to be held there, since Soi Fong had some new information she wanted to share. Matsumoto's hands were so full of documents and reports that she could barely see where she was going, but since she was already late, she had no choice but to trust her reflexes. Matsumoto knew the way around the Seireitei perfectly, but still had to watch out for obstacles, such as rocks on the ground or the other shinigami walking around.

"Uhh, taicho will kill me…" she thought desperately.

She peeked from behind her pile, trying to figure out a solution. Shunpo was out of question because of the papers, but suddenly she remembered a shortcut and decided to go for it. She took about two turns – and suddenly bumped into someone; the collision sending her falling backwards and dropping all her documents, which were now lying all over the narrow pathway.

"Itaaaaiii!" she yelled, touching her abused area – her bottom – which was first to come in contact with the ground. The pain and frustration suppressed the surprise she felt when she saw who it was. "Do you absolutely have to use shunpo all the time, eh?"

"Gomen ne!" said Ichimaru laughing. "Didn't see ya there."

"Well, that better be true" she said, frustrated, "because if you had done it on purpose I'd just kill you right here."

"Hey, I said I was sorry, ain't I?" he said, now laughing at her frustration, which he found to be very amusing. "Here, lemme help ya." He reached out and grabbed her upper arm to help her up.

"No I don't need… let go!!" she yelled and tried to pull her arm back, thus making him bow even lower.

"Oh c'mon, don't ya be so stubborn, no one's here!" he said with a smirk, still not letting go.

"I'm not being…" she pulled her hand back once more, but overdid it, since she made Ichimaru loose his balance and tumble forward – right on top of her. She yelled in pain; her physique wasn't a fragile one, but the difference in their weights was considerably big.

"Oops…" said Ichimaru, pushing himself up on his elbows, trying to suppress a grin.

"BAKA!!" yelled Matsumoto, "that really hurt!!"

Ichimaru didn't reply; he looked away from her and was now staring somewhere in the distance, half of his body still covering hers. Matsumoto thought that he may not have heard her, but quickly concluded that was impossible – her yell was probably heard a few streets away, too. What was he looking at then? She tried to twist her head in the direction his gaze was pointed, but didn't see anything unusual there. So she looked at him again, and noticed the small curve in the corner of his lips, obviously trying to hide a smile.

"What??" she asked with obvious frustration in her voice.

"Waitin' fo' an apology." he stated, still not looking at her.

"He? You're the one who fell on me!" she said.

"Becoz you pulled me." he said plainly. "Or was that no coincidence?" he added, now looking into her eyes, not trying to hide his grin any more.

"Dream on." she said and tried to push him away with all her force.

"Oh my," he began, faking a worried voice "you are mean! Have I fallen into yo' trap? Matsumoto-san should not be playin' aroun' with people's emotions like that!" he added laughing.

"You're an idiot." she said in a firm voice, but her lips curved into a smile.

She pushed harder on his chest, but he wouldn't move, so she let out a frustrated groan and gave up her struggling attempts. He shifted his position a little, so that his face was above hers, and looked at her, smiling. He brought a hand up and cupped her cheek, making her breath hitch and heartbeat speed up. Then he leaned closer to her, so that their noses were almost touching, and she began to lose her sense of the surroundings, and…

"Hey, we're gonna be late!" he stated cheerfully, and moved away to stand up.

"…what?" she asked in a breathless voice.

"Meeting, remember?" Ichimaru stated, and laughed seeing her confused expression.

"Oh right.." she suddenly managed to process the information – both what he said and what just happened. She was mentally slapping herself for her brain's slowness and her heart's betrayal. "We should hurry!" she added, and made a move to leave.

"Yo Rangiku, what 'bout them papers?" he asked, pointing at the ground. He was clearly enjoying her clumsiness. "Here, I'll help ya." he added, bowing down to pick the papers up.

"Oh it's ok, you just go ahead, I'll.." she began, but he simply ignored her and kept on collecting the documents into a neat pile. She knelt down and joined him, and they were ready to go in less than a minute.

"Oooh, we're never gonna make it on time!" exclaimed Matsumoto.

He just grinned at her in response, and disappeared from her eyes, just to reappear on a rooftop, with half of the pile in his hands. "Shunpo, huh?" she thought. Well, she really had no choice, so she followed him, appearing next to him on the roof. She was afraid of losing the papers from her pile, but since half of it was gone, she could move around easier.

"Let's have a lil' game, shall we? Whoeva gets there first…" Ichimaru began, and reappeared on the next rooftop "…can make a wish."

"Ok…" she said, appearing next to him again "…I wish that you finally shut up!" she said with a smirk.

"That's a strange wish…" he said laughing, and appearing on the next roof again. "If I'll get there first…" he began, but waited for her to catch up. As she did, he lowered his voice a little and continued "…I wish that you spend another night with me." he said with a smirk and disappeared again, until the next rooftop. Her stomach flipped once, but she pretended not to notice it and followed him.

"That truly is just a wish" she said with an evil smile.

"Afraid to loose, are we?" he said, grinning back at her.

And so the game began – and ended in less than a minute. Ichimaru was first to appear by the side of the Second Division building, followed by a panting Matsumoto a few seconds later. Ichimaru took it slow at the beginning – just to tease her – but in the last few hundred meters left Matsumoto far behind. Losing was out of question for him – the prize he himself had created was just too tempting.

After a few scolding whispers, Matsumoto grabbed the pile from Ichimaru's hands and merged it with the one in her own hands, and they headed to the main entrance of the building. Matsumoto tried to open the door of the hall where the meeting was held, trying not to make any noise and secretly hoping they could sneak in without anyone noticing them. Her attempt failed though, as she didn't even manage to open the door in the first place; she had never hated a pile of paper so much ever in her life.

"Allow me" said Ichimaru grinning, and practically pushed Matsumoto out of the way.

He opened the door without any delicacy, causing most of the captains and vice-captains to turn their heads towards them. Matsumoto blushed and bowed, and quickly made her way towards the back of the hall. Soi Fong paused in her speech for a second, but soon continued it, thus regaining the crowd's attention. Matsumoto quickly glanced around the crowd, searching for Hitsugaya, hoping there would be an extra seat next to him. She soon spotted him in the first row, but also Captain Unohana on his one, Captain Ukitake on his other side. She made her way to the very back, and sat down behind the 4th division vice-captain, Kotetsu Isane, who gave her a small bow and smiled at her, so she did the same. As she turned to sit down, she suddenly realized that Ichimaru was sitting next to her.

"What are you doing??" she whispered, "Go to the front where all the other captains are!!"

"If I go there I gotta be listenin' an' all" he whispered back, "and that'd be a pain."

"But you're a captain, that's your…" she began, but was cut off by him.

"So 'round what time are ya comin' over?" he whispered into her ear. It took a few seconds for her to process the question.

"What? Oh come on, it was a stupid game, and I never said I'd agree in the first place." she said, trying to whisper even more, so she had to lean so close to him that she could hear his calm breathing. His grin never faded, and he turned to answer.

"If you wouldda won, you'd have made me shut up, wouldn't ya?"

"Of course not, it'd never…" but instead of finishing she gave out a loud squeak as she felt him put his hand on her butt, giving it a quick squeeze. Some of the people around them turned around and she blushed deeply. As they didn't see anything suspicious, they turned back and Rangiku felt like she'd melt from embarrassment.

Oh she'd scream his head off when the meeting was over, that was certain.

For a few minutes they were sitting next to each other without saying anything, exchanging a few looks – hers of frustration, his of amusement. Matsumoto's thoughts were racing around in her head, but they were brought back by the voice of the 1st division captain, Yamamoto Genryuusai.

"So the three captains chosen for this mission are as follows." he began. "Captain of the 2nd division, Soi Fong, captain of the 6th division, Kuchiki Byakuya, and captain of the 3rd division, Ichimaru Gin. Is this acceptable for everyone, or do you have any requests?"

"No sir!" said Soi Fong, who was standing next to him all the time.

"No." stated Byakuya simply, getting up from his place.

"Nope!" said Ichimaru, and got up to join the others in the front.

Matsumoto looked at him, mouth opening for a question, but he left without looking at her.

"What is this all about?" she asked from Isane.

"They're sending down three captains to the Living World to investigate matters." whispered Isane.

"Captains?? Has the situation gotten so serious?" Matsumoto exclaimed.

"Yes, it's pretty bad, according to Captain Soi Fong's reports." Isane said with a worried look on her face.

Matsumoto blushed a little; she could've known that if she were listening.

The meeting was soon over, and everyone stood up. Some of the captains joined the four in the front, listening to their discussion about the upcoming mission, while most vice-captains headed out or to their captains; just as Matsumoto did. While talking to Hitsugaya she looked at Ichimaru a few quick times; he was listening to the others, occasionally adding some comments. He seemed to be completely relaxed, but Matsumoto felt very tense. The mission was a dangerous one and even some of the vice-captains sent to deal with the strange events suffered horrible injuries.

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The whole afternoon was spent on preparations and discussions, but when the evening came, the pace of events seemed to slow down. Some of the vice-captains, including Hinamori, Isane and Kira gathered at the office of the 10th division to relax a little; an event which included Matsumoto's favorite accessory: sake. After a few rounds the conversation turned from the troubling events to more cheerful topics, and soon they were all laughing and chatting in a relaxed manner. Hitsugaya came in a few times to get something from the office, expressing his disapproval of "the inappropriate use of his office", but seeing that his point didn't go through the clouded minds, he gave up and left.

Soon the conversation turned back to the upcoming mission, but in a very different way from before. Matsumoto and Kira were arguing whether it was a good idea to send Ichimaru to the mission; Kira was practically glorifying his captain and saying he was the right man for the mission, while Matsumoto was trying to prove the opposite.

Isane and Hinamori were exchanging different bits of information about the Living World, but soon Isane had to help another vice-captain, who was so drunk he could barely see, although her own healing abilities were dulled by the strong alcohol.

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Around midnight it was decided that everyone should make their way home, and Matsumoto stayed behind to clean up a little – well, just as much as it was really necessary. She gathered the small cups lying around the floor, tripping over an empty bottle on her way; her movements were still influenced by the sake, but at least her foggy mind was clearing. She went over to the window to open it, when she heard the door slide open.

"Whoa, I thought they weren't ever gonna leave" said Ichimaru, closing the door behind him.

Matsumoto focused her blurry vision on him and gave out a small sigh. Remembering what she was about to do, she turned back to the window and opened it a little, inhaling the fresh air. She heard Ichimaru walk over to her, could feel his closeness, but didn't dare to turn around.

"Well, I kinda figured you wouldn't be comin', so I…" he started, but was suddenly taken aback as she turned around and hugged him clumsily and tightly at the same time.

"Don't die, 'kay?" she mumbled into his chest, squeezing him even stronger.

For a short moment his grin faded and eyes shot open in surprise, but soon a sly smirk reappeared and he managed to free one hand and hug her back.

"Drunk, are we?" he asked. She shook her head into his chest, still not letting go, making him laugh a little.

"Hey, look at me." he requested, and brought his free hand to her face, gently lifting it up.

Icy-blue and deep-crimson met, slowly sinking into each other, but soon the contact was broken as their lips met, joining in a tight lock. Matsumoto could hear her own heartbeat in her ears, while at the same time she could feel Ichimaru's heartbeat through their bodies pressed together. A light breeze blew through the open window behind her, gently blowing her golden strands into her face, touching his cheek, too. He brought his hand up to brush it back, without breaking the kiss, but deepening it even more. The breeze seemed to clear her head, and the feeling of tipsiness was replaced by the feeling of lust. Ichimaru must have felt the same, as he crushed their bodies together even stronger, while making a slight step forward, thus making her lean against the wall next to the open window.

If someone looked up from the street, they would probably see them, but neither of the two seemed to care about that. Even the protesting – and sober – voice in Matsumoto's head was silenced completely by the mere beat of her heart. No regrets…

Ichimaru suddenly broke the kiss, leaving them both panting loudly against each other. Taking only a slight pause, he then attacked her neck with his mouth, while at the same time untangling his arms from behind her back, left hand resting on her hip, while the right one on her breast, caressing it. Rangiku was surprised by the multiple assaults on her senses, so she threw her head back against the wall, gasping loudly, and at the same time allowing him more access to her neck. She was delighted by the exchange between gentle and fierce kisses and nibbles on her skin – somewhere deep inside guessing those actions would leave betraying love-bites on her skin tomorrow, but she couldn't care about it. She smiled with her eyes closed, thinking it was as if he were marking her… As if she were his.

She gasped loudly both at the thought and at the fact that he had both of his hand caressing her breasts now, while his lips attacked the other side of her neck. She brought her hands up and caressed his shoulders, neck, digging into his silver hair, pulling on it slightly, and unconsciously pushed her hips against his, earning a low groan from him. Eyes still closed, she smirked at the ceiling and pushed her hips forward again. Suddenly the wet kisses on her neck stopped, as he threw his head back and pressed his hips against her.

"Yo Rangiku, you got any idea whatcha doin' to me?" he said smirking, looking at her with a lust-filled gaze. He put both of his hands on her hips and forcefully pressed his hips against hers.

"I do have some idea…" she said, with an evil grin forming on her lips, as she brought her hand up to his chest, slowly making its way down, caressing his body on its way, and finally to grasp his forming erection through his clothes, making him shut his eyes with a gasp and unconsciously rub himself against her. He put one palm on the wall behind her next to her head to keep his balance, and a moment later reclaimed her lips with his, trapping her hand between their bodies. His free hand roamed her side, traveling higher until her breasts, suddenly sliding it under the edge of her cleavage, continuing his explorations on her bare skin, making her moan into the kiss.

His touch, his scent, his taste were making her world spin, and she barely registered as he brought his hand down from next to her head, caressing her side and then her buttock, sliding his hand lower. He suddenly lifted her leg, and she automatically circled it around his waist, crushing their hips together even more. To keep her balance she brought her hands to his shoulders, and he circled his arms around her waist, now grinding his hips rhythmically against her most sensitive parts. She felt him get even more aroused and heat gathered in her lower belly, making her head spin even more. She tugged on his clothes, and she felt him do the same – the unwanted presence of their clothes annoying them both. Matsumoto's clothes turned out to be much easier to remove than Ichimaru's – that, and the fact that he practically ripped her shirt open, revealing her gorgeous breasts to his view and touch.

"Wait… Gin… not… here…" she gasped, as she felt him trail wet kisses down her naked chest.

He gave her a quick kiss on her lips and looked into her eyes, pressing his forehead against hers, panting heavily.

"Where… then?" he asked; thinking has obviously become difficult for him, too.

Unable to form words, Matsumoto pointed at the door across the room, leading to her office. He smirked at her, and suddenly reached behind her back and under her knees, lifting her up in a tight embrace. He carried her across the room and she nuzzled her face into his chest, relishing in his familiar scent. She helped him slide the door open, and he put her down as they entered, waiting for her further instructions. She grabbed his hand a led him to a sofa by the opposite wall and stopped in front of it. She felt Ichimaru circle his arms around her from behind, placing impatient kisses on her neck, hands slowly making their way up to her still exposed breasts. She spun around and kissed him passionately, her hands tugging at his uniform, which was soon removed with his help. When he was standing completely naked in front her, she reclaimed his lips and put her hands on his erect member, forcing the air out of his lungs with a low moan. He threw his head back, thus breaking the kiss and enjoyed the blissful friction. His hands were all over her body, touching, exploring, making her moan. She removed her hand and circled her arms around his neck, pressing their bodies into each other. When the friction got too much to handle, Ichimaru sat down on the sofa, Matsumoto following him and climbing onto his lap. He grabbed the base of his erection and guided it to her entrance. Without hesitation, she sank onto him, engulfing him in blissful heat and perfect pressure. They both moaned at the first thrust, and Matsumoto had to hold on to his shoulders, afraid she may pass out from the intensity of the feeling. Soon she started to move against him, increasing the pace just by little bit with each thrust. Ichimaru was completely mesmerized both by the feeling and by the view in front of him. Her pale skin, her beautiful curves, her gorgeous breast bouncing with each thrust could've been enough to make him come right there and then.

Sensing that the feeling was overwhelming him, he grasped her hips, and made her stop, just to guide her down to lay on the sofa, climbing on top of her. He put one hand by her side to hold himself up, while his other hand massaged her breast and trailed lower, not stopping until the wetness between her legs. He touched her and massaged her in a way she thought she would pass out, so she moaned and panted loudly, not able to control her movements and voice any longer. Ichimaru was looking at her with a smirk, enjoying every sound she made. Soon he realized he was desperate for more contact, so he lowered himself on top of her, guiding his now painfully hard member to her entrance, moaning along a sharp thrust. The heat seemed to increase rapidly in the room with each thrust, and as he brought his pace up, Matsumoto couldn't hold back her moans turning into screams any longer. He guided her legs to circle around his waist, thrusting faster and deeper. She pulled him down for a heated kiss and soon his thrust got completely out of his control, hitting her somewhere amazingly deep inside, and making the blood in her body rush towards one spot, where they were currently joined together. She broke the kiss, feeling her body tense and then finally release, her scream filling his ears, nails scratching deep into his back, and soon he couldn't take it either, and came along with her with a low groan.

He collapsed on top of her, but she didn't mind. She brought her hands up and hugged him, and soon felt his arms sneak under her back, hugging her limp body. She felt his heartbeat gradually slow down, and felt his own heart return to its normal pace. Matsumoto kept her eyes closed, not wanting the moment to end…

Can't forget…

Won't forget.

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By: Whisper of the Snow

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PHEW!! That was a long one! Hope you guys liked it:)

I don't know if I should continue though; don't want to 'overdo' it and ruin it or something…