Disclaimer: Yeah, so apparently I don't own Bleach. Dammit.

A/N: I told you guys I would be back! I'm just as excited as you. Okay, so this chapter I've had some fun doing since it's freelance at this point. I've already got this story up to twelve chapters so far, half of which you haven't read yet simply because I want to know your feedback on all of this before I even consider progressing this story any futher. This is a laid back kinda chapter with just a hint of citrus. Not too sour for you guys, lol. Alright, lets get this show on the road. Happy reading everyone!

"Byakuya..."

"Hai?"

Rangiku was lying on her back on their bed, thumbing through the daily newspaper with nothing at all in her interest. Then she saw a picture of herself in one of the articles about Squad Ten. Ugh, she hated the angle they chose and she couldn't even remember someone with a camera that day. From the side, she looked only slightly pregnant, nothing caught by an ordinary reader, but to her she saw it full blown. Imagine, she thought to herself, she'd be as huge as a blimp in only a few months.

"Come to bed."

Byakuya was at his desk going through necessary papers and bills for his mansion, eyes scanning the numbers on some of his income documents. He was one of the wealthiest in the Seireitei, the amount of zero's never a problem for a man of his status. Rangiku's pregnancy wouldn't even put a dent in his wealth and in fact, with the arrival of a future heir, there was always the good news of filing the child for dependency when it was tax season. Not that they were having a child to obtain more money, remember, the entire concievement was a surprise to both of them.

"I am busy at the moment."

"But Byakuyaaaa..."

With a gentle sigh, he placed down the paper in his hand and craned his neck to look at the buxom woman on his bed. She was always gorgeous, but for some reason, this pregnancy seemed to summon a soft glow to her already pristine, translucent skin. And to think he thought she was a fallen angel when they first got together. This all was a blessing and he loved the woman for how much she had melted his icy heart.

"Yes, doll."

"You work too much, please? Come to bed, sweetheart?," she whined softly, placed a hand on her navel.

As much as he wanted to continue looking over his documents, he had to admit that he did pay little attention to her since they arrived home from work today. If he wasn't spending enough time with her now, imagine when the baby would arrive; he most certainly wouldn't have any time to spend with her then because they both would be too busy as parents. They've only been together for a year. In all honesty, he had always wanted an heir to call his own, however he would have chosen to have it later.

He wasn't being selfish. He hasn't been selfish since he was a teenager, in Seireitei years that being more than a century ago. In average time, if Rangiku was around three years younger than him, why was she the one taking all of this so maturely?

I must admit, this is all happening faster than I expected. But this is the result of my actions and I must take responsibility as a noble should.

Whether he liked it or not, a baby would be arriving in seven months. Enough time for her stomach to grow and hopefully, he wished, their relationship.

"Alright then, dearest."

Forlornly, he set down his papers before slowly rising from his chair. It was then that he saw her smile. That smile could have lit up the entire room if her smile wasn't already enlighting his heart. Rangiku was about twice as gorgeous and he knew she would only get lovlier as the months went along. He reached the bed and didn't even bring his knee atop of the mattress when she started to scold him.

Already, the woman is acting like a mother...

"Are you really going to come to bed with your haori on?"

"Why ever so not?"

"Because..." She began hiking down the sheets that covered her body until she was completely exposed to him in nothing but lingerie. "I'm not wearing a shirt, so neither should you."

Byakuya could guess by now that her sex drive was back and all of her denials of his affections was completely thrown out of the window. This was the perfect opportunity to take advantage of her and her wonderfully massive breasts.

He decided differently, however. "Dearest, I must decline."

Rangiku pouted her luscious lips and it was causing Byakuya to slowly change his mind, if not gradually.

"Aww, why?," she complained gently as he resumed climbing into bed.

His mind was already decided yet the woman seemed diligent in her persuading and after a year of being with him, she knew not too many of his weaknesses. However, she did know his key ones and all of those key weaknesses seemed to be in connection with her voluptuous body. And the woman knew exactly how to use that weapon she called a body.

As soon as he settled into bed, he began work on removing his Kenseikan from his hair when she did the unthinkable.

"Is it because I still have clothes on? If I take everything off, then will you go to bed without your haori?"

"Rangiku, I shall not allow..."

He was lost for words when the strawberry blonde sat up in bed, reached her arms behind her back and easily unlatched the hooks to her lacy brassiere. It slid off as quickly as he could swallow the lump in his throat. Byakuya was thankful he was under the sheets, but it wouldn't be long before she would recognize his erection that wasn't there a minute ago. Rangiku slid off the straps from her arms until her breasts were exposed entirely to his lingering, unbeknowist to him, and his hungry eyes. She nonchalantly tossed the expensive piece to the side, bright blues glancing at him, dancing with mischief.

"Allow what?," Rangiku quieried innocently.

Byakuya still hadn't taken off his Kenseikan, his hands shaking slightly but not visibly in his hair. He couldn't belive the audacity of the woman. She surprised him every single day, and oddly that was one of the things he fell in love with about her. Rangiku Matsumoto was an entire voluptuous bottle of crazy sauce.

"This?"

She jutted out her large bust as an indication, with all the right plots in her mind. As his newly proposed-to-fiancee, she knew that the only way to break this man was to treat him just as she would any other swooner. Only she had to try twice as hard, but the work payed off. Byakuya was like a tamed animal when she seduced him and the moment where he couldn't contain himself any longer, he would almost pounce on her and promise her that her eyes wouldn't sleep a wink all night. And his word was as true as his love for her.

"Rangiku. This is highly unorthodox for this hour-"

"What is unorthodox is the fact that you're still wearing most of your clothes."

Her hand slowly trailed up her thigh, saw his eyes following the invisible trail until her nimble fingers curled into the hem of her panties.

"If you don't start undressing, i'll be forced to take these off."

He heeded her words and with immense satisfaction, Rangiku watched the stoic man take off his Kenseikan and began removing his haori. She could tell easily that he was compliant yet hintly unhappy to be taking orders from his pregnant fiancee in the middle of the night. But Byakuya was always the gentleman and whatever she wanted, she would get. Even if it meant having sex while she was pregnant, which he was somewhat apprehensive about.

He wasn't apprehensive this morning. What's up with him? I think he'd rather sleep than sleep with me. Because if that's the case, I think I should move back into my apartment.

"What's wrong?"

"It is very late, dearest."

Rangiku pouted at his unusually monotonous tone. When they would be alone, around her Byakuya's voice held at least some form of expression yet he just spoke to her as though they were surrounded by every taicho in the Seireitei. He was feeling uncomfortable or at least ashamed at what they were going to do. She thought he was alright with this, at least he was alright with it this morning when he trusted her word about how none of their relations would harm the baby.

Instinctively, she let her mind control her body as she took advantage of him shrugging off his sleeves and straddled his lap, marginally widened violets staring at her in disbelief.

"Rangiku?"

"Aww, come on, sweetheart. What's wrong? Tell me."

"I have already elaborated myself, love," he defended in exhasperation.

When her naked chest pressed deliberately against him, he found that he couldn't control his hands that had palmed the underside of her pantie-adorned backside. She then moaned and shifted her hips, his constricted erection brushing against her inner thigh. Byakuya couldn't swallow as she lowered her lips to his ear, kissed along his jawbone until she whispered in about the most sexiest voice he's ever heard on a woman.

"Well then...let me elaborate how much I wanna fuck you..."

Rangiku had startled him when she snatched up his member in one movement, relished in the choked gasp that resonated through the room. The best part about his bedroom- it had great vocal potential. Their sex was ten times better in this room that was about as big as the entire square floor measurments of her old apartment.

Kissing along the outer shell of his ear, she proceeded to torture him as she stroked with a pleasing pressure to his rock hard appendage. She knew he was in pure agony, it was all in his breathing, as harsh as his rapture in bed. Rangiku responded to his possessive clutching of her backside with rewarding whimpers to his ear as she rubbed her breasts further up his chest; one of her hands entwined securely to the roots of his silken hair.

"Byakuya...you don't know how long i've wanted this," she panted straight into his ear, a soft mewl leaving her luscious lips when he suddenly grappled one of her naked breasts.

"You test me, dearest."

All the self restraint in the world couldn't deny the sex appeal of Rangiku Matsumoto, even Byakuya Kuchiki restraint. They were made for eachother.

The highly composed man was slowly wasting away as his desires began to rise forth, Rangiku's whimpers turning into soft moans of encouragement as his hand fondled at her breast with abandoned rapture. The sensations caused her to squeeze a death grip at his engorged member, another choked gasp emitting from his mouth. Rangiku needed more and she let him know with a heart wrenching cry of yearning.

"Please, Byakuya!"

The word simply wouldn't do in his bedroom and the only time he wanted to hear it was when she begged him to buy her a new dress on a scantily clothed mannequin in a luxury boutique.

"Beg as you will, doll. However..."

Byakuya swiftly changed their positions on the bed, as fast as lightning. Rangiku had no clue as to how she ended up beneath him, a bit deshevled from it all but was brought back to reality when she felt his strong hands slowly dragging her panties down her thighs and past her knees until they came off her feet. He didn't care where they ended up, made it fairly clear as he nonchalantly threw them behind him. The look in his eyes, so abandoned and feral, she could have had an infinite amount of orgasms from it and it still wouldn't be enough to satiate her desires.

This was the real reason why she chose to be with him. Infinite layers there was to this man and she was happy to know that only she could strip him down to this ravenous, rapturous creature that couldn't even be called a man anymore. But a beast.

"Do not beg for the inevitable."

Rangiku's eyes then followed his hand between her thighs, a moan at her lips when she felt him gently part the inner petals of her flower and then used a third finger to swirl at the juices accumulating at her entrance. The angelic whimpers that escaped her throat were breathtaking and he almost couldn't help himself when he lowered his mouth to the hot flower and ran his tongue slowly against her swollen bud. She cried his name softly, a name that resided deep in her thrumming heart and in her shrouded mind. He had no intentions of pleasing her just yet. Byakuya wanted to test her, to see how much she wanted him and the evidence was all on his fingers, thoroughly coated with the sugary juices that were summoned from her amazingly aroused body.

He lifted his head gradually and retracted his finger from her entrance, the blue eyed woman watching him study the shiny digit with subtle wonder in his violet orbs. Rangiku couldn't stand the waiting anymore, on impulse leaning upwards and impetuously lowering her mouth onto his finger. Byakuya was in shock at the actions of his fiancee, couldn't stop her as she instinctively used the moist muscle inside her mouth to lave away all of her sinful essence. She was teasing him and he knew it too. The woman was an expert at using her sexuality and seducing was her primary forte.

"Rangiku..."

When she finished, she moaned deeply, lifted her dazzling topaz irises to stare into the lusting eyes of the Kuchiki noble.

"Fuck me," she mouthed.

The silent dialouge was like opening the gates to a lustful, rapturous hell, Byakuya swooping down like a hawk to capture her lips greedily against his own. He could taste her sweet juices lingering inside the warm caverns of her mouth, sprang out his tongue to dance with hers. Rangiku was all in a wonderous daze as he handled her thighs with utmost patience, his grip on both of them firm as he spread them open wider and lifted them until she could wrap her legs around his back. She loved missionary with this absolutely handsome god of a man, her limbs snaked around him as though she were an arachnid closing in on her prey.

The strawberry blonde couldn't help but notice in the midst of their frenzied kiss, her lover so far abandoned that he completely forgot to shut the door. Byakuya didn't notice it at first, too preoccupied with his hands on her backside to care about anything else. But when her moans became broken and less frequent, that was when he took attention to the lascivious woman beneath him. She had stopped responding to his lips all together, something of interest capturing her mind. Her nails had ceased raking up his back, embedded through the roots of his hair.

"Nani?," he questioned silkily through the dark, continuing to coax her with small kisses to her mouth.

That was when he noticed her eyes fixated at something in particular behind him. Wide and as brightly blue as could be, Byakuya followed her stare, had to crane his neck over his shoulder to see behind him. The sight was too shocking for words. You'd think anyone would be asleep at this hour, nonetheless not have one foot in his highly guarded manor. Another pair of wide and astounded eyes were staring back at them and from what the couple could tell, this would definitely shame their image for a long while. In the Kuchiki family of course.

"Shit."

"Who is this harlot? You dare sow your seed with some insolent whore?"

Rangiku could hear every last word, too ashamed for words and forced to stay in the bedroom where Byakuya commanded she remain. Outside the door was a heated argument, mostly on the intruder's part and it just so happened that the intruder was none other than one of the few Kuchiki's who lived in the mansion- Byakuya's grandfather. The man who hated his past wife from the start. The one who entrusted every last bit of inheritance to Byakuya, the youngest Kuchiki of the entire clan.

Her fiancee.

"Watch your tongue. A harlot she is not nor is she a whore. Insolent is what I should be calling you, grandfather."

"And to think that the first Rukongai stray was enough? Byakuya-sama, this is highly irresponsible and unorthodox. I suggest you stop this right now."

"I have no intention. She shall be introduced soon enough. Heed my words, now leave."

Rangiku saw as Byakuya re-entered the bedroom with slight distraught on his face, anger seeping from his eyes as he very firmly closed the door behind him; locked it. He wasn't happy but deeply upset as well. Of course she could help him feel better but was now the time for any of that?

"So...your family thinks i'm a whore?"

Byakuya was quiet as a pindrop, couldn't even lift his eyes to look at the upset strawberry blonde. Sheilding her body with a section of sheets, she couldn't contain the hurt that was throbbing at her heart, the tears that threatened to spill from her dazzling blues. Words couldn't describe the pain and the mortification she was feeling, her cheeks bled the colour of ripened cherries. Byakuya was as well flushing, a gentle pink so fair, not even the trained eye could see.

"...Doesn't he know who I am?"

"...No..."

"Why didn't you tell him?"

The dark haired man didn't respond to the firm question, standing in the middle of the vast bedroom with his eyes casted at the floor. It was then that Rangiku's impulses forced her to throw off the sheets that concealed her body, Byakuya fully aware that she had intentions of arguing. Their relationshp was so well balanced, it was rare that they ever got into an argument, nonetheless a quarrel. He nearly cringed at the tone in her voice, the hurt that wavered her angelic notes as she advanced not torwards him, but torwards their shared closet.

"Are you serious? You didn't tell him? How come?"

"Dearest, please calm down. Let me explain my methods-"

"Your methods? Clearly you have none seeing as i've been living here for three fucking months, Byakuya, and the only family that knows of our relationship is your step-sister."

Rangiku was blinded with fury as she searched high and low for some attire, not for bed, but to get out of this bedroom; this mansion and away from him. She had never experienced such disappointment for him than she did now. No hatred, just disappointment and a whole bunch of hurt. Byakuya though surprisingly had tried to stop her from dressing; from leaving him. He knew exactly what she was going to do.

She was in the middle of thrusting her arms through her haori uniform shirt when she felt his presence behind her.

"Where are you going?"

"Leave me alone," she lashed curtly, anger now bubbling from within her pregnant body.

Byakuya was highly aware of the stress she was under at the moment, didn't want to anger her any further yet wanted to reconcile and talk things through even if the majority of his sentences had less than six words. He watched in slight defeat as she hastily hiked up her hakama pants over her beautifully long legs, one of the many things about her that he absolutely adored.

"Rangiku. Will you let me explain myself?"

"There's nothing to explain."

In frustration of his harassing, she flipped her exceedingly long strawberry blonde locks and just as they sailed through the air, Byakuya made his move. With arms that comforted her so many times before, he wrapped them around her waist from behind. Rangiku, despite being deeply upset and disappointed, didn't resist in his cajoling embrace. With an irritating sigh, she shook her head which caused her silken mane to brush against the skin of his bare chest, a delicate fragarance emitting from her hair that Byakuya recognized as the lavish perfume he purchased for her as an anniversary gift a few months back.

"I was actually planning on introducing you tommorow to my elders. How come you couldn't trust me?"

Rangiku didn't respond to a question that relied on all the trust she had for him up until now. Why didn't she trust him when it was so blatantly clear that his love for her was exceedingly greater than all the love in the Seireitei combined? Guilt rose up her throat like an angry god and built up until it felt like a frog was lodged in her very windpipe.

The light brush of his lips to her cheek brung her out of her daze, finding herself nuzzling to the sensation as he kissed her cheek once more.

"The woman I love is also the woman I shall never disobey, distrust nor spite."

He used gentle fingers to turn her chin towards him, Rangiku's eyes having to raise upwards to look at him from behind. Always, he remarked proudly, was this woman as gorgeous as sin.

"Byakuya..."

"Devotion and honesty is everything I give to you every single day. I stay faithful to you, Rangiku. And you alone."

She met the kind hearted man in a soft kiss of affection, so devine she wondered if it was all in her mind at how perfect it was. The way his arms were around her, the way he kissed her and the way he told her, showed her every day how much he loved her; the man wasn't any ordinary lover. No, he was a phenomenally unfathomable lover who's affections were harbored only for her, affected no other woman but her.

She was meant for him.

"I love you, Byakuya."

"I love you as well, Rangiku."

Could a love be so perfect? Time would tell.

So will my stomach...

A/N: Nothing like a curious grandfather to spoil a good time eh? So apparently Byakuya claimed he planned on introducing Rangiku to his family tomorrow. Was it really planned or do you think he just said it so she wouldn't leave? Hmmm...Okay, so it's review time! Give me some feedback! Arigatou, ja ne!