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Author's Note:

1) I'm sorry that I've taken so long to update...:( I hope you guys haven't forgotten what's going on. But don't worry, even if you have...umm I don't know. Anyways, here's chapter 7! I hope you're enjoying reading this as much as I'm enjoying writing it! :D

The dark shadow crept through the Urahara mansion, visible only when they flitted past the moonlight spilling through the tall windows lining the hallway. A smirk twisted their mouth as they glided past the famed football coach's children's rooms, heading for a dilapidated staircase at the end of the hall-

"Mmmmff!" A hand covered the intruder's mouth, and an iron arm jerked them back against an even harder body.

"Just what do you think you're doing, my kitten?" Coach Kisuke Urahara murmured against his intruder's neck, grasping her wrists and pinning them against the small of her back as he sucked her smooth flesh into his mouth.

"Shouldn't you be-ohhhhhh, Kisukeeeeee," she moaned, taking a minute to appreciate his clever mouth, "-resting, getting ready for tomorrow's practice?" The intruder, otherwise known as Mrs. Yoruichi Urahara, twisted her head to look at her husband. "You did make it at 8:30."

"Practice is cancelled," Kisuke growled, sliding his hand up his wife's shirt to clasp one of her generous breasts through her bra and kneading it as he started walking backwards towards the stairs.

"Ohhhhhh," Yoruichi moaned. "Did you i-i-inform anyone else of this sudden cancellation?" Damn, was it hard to think when he was touching her. Only his arm around her waist kept her from collapsing into a pool of bliss on the polished teak floor.

She felt him shrug behind her. "I told Tessai that you were coming home tonight," he said simply, pressing her wrists against her back tighter as he turned her around to face him and bent to claim her lips.

"That's not fai-" She opened her mouth to protest,but if there was one thing Kisuke Urahara knew, it was how to take advantage of an opening-both on the football field, and in real life. He opened his own mouth and went for the goal, sliding his tongue inside her mouth. He took his time exploring its contours, as if relearning every dip and hollow. His kiss was passionate but not punishing, firm but not grinding. He let go of her wrists, and Yoruichi put her newfound freedom to good use, letting her hands roam where they willed while she matched her husband's intensity with an urgency of her own. Kisuke's hands were now both occupied with rubbing her tits, pushing them together, pulling them apart, his fingers clenching and unclenching in the rhythym he knew she liked best.

Yoruichi pulled her mouth away, watching her husband's face as she dragged the heel of her hand up the growing bump she felt through the fabric of his pants. He closed his eyes and panted, his hands suddenly stilling on her breasts.

"Whatever is the matter, my dear?" she purred, continuing to slide her hand over him.

"You've left me alone too long, my darling," Kisuke replied, opening his eyes halfway to meet the entirely-too satisfied gaze of his beloved. The little minx knew exactly what she was doing to him, dammit. "So, unless you want me to come right here, you'd better stop that." He grabbed her wrist and held her hand away from him.

"But what if that IS what I want, Kisuke?"

"Too bad," he rumbled, suddenly tightening his grip on her one tit while tugging on her wrist to pull her closer to him for another passionate tongue tangle. When they came up for air, he licked the edge of her ear, growling as he did so, "I'm not coming until you've gone first, my love. Get that beautiful ass of yours upstairs."

"No," challenged Yoruichi, unprepared for the sudden pain she felt as his teeth closed down on her nipple through both shirt and bra. "Owww-ohhhhhh." He sucked it better, and Yoruichi was in shock that she could actually feel it through both fabrics. Suddenly, she wanted nothing more than his mouth on her skin-and she wanted it now. She fisted a hand in his hair and dragged his head away from her nipple. Kisuke simply grinned at her.

"See, my love? Get. Upstairs. NOW."

This time, Yoruichi was in no mood to argue.

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Tessai Tsukabishi, assistant coach and best friend to head coach Kisuke Urahara, paced the kitchen restlessly as he waited for the toaster to relinquish his midnight snack. Damn that Urahara, making ME call the team again. Well, there was no help for it, he supposed. Somehow, he very much doubted that the coach would be up anywhere close to 8:30 tomorrow, unless it was p.m. He stroked his moustache in silent thought.

He hadn't liked Yoruichi at first, but now he had to admit the exotic beauty had something that was good for Urahara. Her lighthearted intelligence complimented Kisuke's easygoing, laidback attitude. They'd been married just a little over two years, but for some reason they just couldn't keep their hands, eyes, or whatever else (Tessai wasn't sure he wanted to explore the third option too closely) to themselves while in each other's presence.

"They should've been out of the newlywed phase by now," Tessai muttered to himself, slathering butter onto his toast. Maybe it's just because Yoruichi travels so much. She was almost gone more than she was around. Maybe that's the secret, then.

About fifteen minutes ago, he'd walked out from his bedroom for his late night snack and heard moans echoing from a hallway over. Yoruichi's home. Now he understood why Kisuke had called off practice; the coach sure wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight. The assistant coach wasn't sure he would be either, if those two decided to go at it in the hallway. Once those two got going, they didn't stop, and they didn't get any quieter either. Tessai breathed a sigh of relief as the moans got softer and softer and finally faded from hearing altogether. They must have made it to their bedroom. He'd finally convinced Kisuke to renovate the master bedroom and make it completely soundproof-not only for his sake, but for Jinta and Ururu's sake also. Jinta and Ururu were Coach Urahara's children from previous marriages, and Tessai sometimes felt that he was more-

Don't go there, old man, he stopped himself sternly, then groaned as he picked up the phone.

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"WHAT?!" Captain Ukitake growled into the receiver, his brows drawing down into a heavy line.

"Sorry! Sorry doesn't cut it!" He slammed the receiver down, glowering.

"Whatsa matta, chief?" drawled his charge, Gin Ichimaru, from where he lounged on the couch, a smug smile covering his handsome face, a shock of white hair covering his slitted eyes.

"Practice for tommorrow is cancelled," Ukitake slouched over to the window, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Doesn't your coach understand how serious this is!? Why must he play games!" Ukitake fumed. While the soccer team was practicing, the police team was supposed to be meeting to discuss the case. Well that's not happening now. There was just no other feasible time for the team to meet. He punched his hand against the window, making the glass rattle.

Gin only chuckled. "The missus must be back from 'er trip," he purred, standing up and stretching. "At least one practice gets cancelled ev'ry time she pops up."

"The missus?"

"Mrs. Urahara," Gin supplied, slinking over to his kitchen. "The only thing good ol' Kisuke loves more than football."

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