A/N So . . . some interesting developments so far. Awesomeness.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, but Akane, Tsukiyo, Kikane, and Yuukiu are mine - body and soul.

Akane: I resent that remark.

Yuuki: Be glad you belong to me and not some idiot who can't write lemons but tries to anyways.

Akane: You can't write lemons.

Yuuki: Yeah, but I don't try!

Akane: . . .

Yuuki: Also, I apologize if Aizen is little OOC.

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Akane

Ulquiorra opened the door for her, revealing a large room with doors leading off to other rooms.

The room had barely any differences from the rest of Las Noches except for the fact that it was furnished, albeit sparsely.

"Aizen is waiting for you in the tea room," Ulquiorra said.

She looked at the doors. There were, like, five. "Which one is that?" Akane asked.

"I believe it is the one on the far left," he answered. He waited a moment, as if to wait in case she had anything else to ask him. When she didn't say anything, he left.

Akane took a deep breath and approached the door that the Espada had indicated.

She was about to knock, but a familiar voice cut her off, "Come in, Nazo-san"

Gathering her courage, she stood tall and proud, and entered the room.

This room, unlike the one before it, had a traditional Japanese theme to it. There was Tatami on the floor, and Shojii screens against the walls to block out as much of the pure white walls as possible. It was a warm room.

Aizen sat at a low table in the center of the room. Tea was already poured, it seemed.

Not waiting for an invitation, Akane sat down opposite him.

"Welcome, Nazo-san," he said with a smile.

Akane shot him a mild glare, "Why am I here?"

"You just happen to be the only other person in Las Noches who enjoys tea the same way I do, that's all."

"Oh."

Akane subconsciously took a sip of her tea. Tea always tasted better black. Stronger. And this was some expensive tea.

Aizen

Even though she didn't notice, Aizen's soft smile grew a little wider, only slightly. He had spiked her tea again. Except this time he made sure to only add a very little bit. He didn't need her wasted; only a little buzzed. Normally, he wouldn't go to such lengths, but this girl . . .

He watched in silence as she downed the rest of her tea.

She blinked a couple times then looked him straight in the eye. "Oh, so it was you who spiked the tea that one time, wasn't it?" Akane said.

Aizen only continued to smile, "You noticed, Nazo-san?"

She returned the smile, except hers was more of a sarcastic grin, "Yes, I can already feel it going to my head."

The fact that she hadn't left yet said some thing, if that was indeed the case. "You don't have to drink anymore if you don't want to."

"Oh, that's fine. But next time you want me drunk just tell me. Not that I could do anything about that, but don't go around spiking my tea." She reached for the teapot and poured herself another cup.

Akane

Carefully, she poured herself more tea.

Tsuki's drawing was probably going to come true about to come true here.

The thought made her jump, her hand slipping from the teapot. Before she had time to react, the contents of her tea cup spilled into her lap, ruining her uniform. She jumped up, looking down at her only outfit.

Shit.

Aizen quickly grabbed the teapot before it could spill, too. He set it down on the table. Then, he gave Akane's dress a quick look over, "That was my fault, I guess." Smile. "I'll have Szayel make you another uniform and I'll have that one washed, just so you have a back-up, and you're going to need to change out of that."

"I have nothing to change into."

He stood and exited the room for a moment, re-entering moments later holding a simple bath robe.

Like the one in the drawing.

"Here, wear this for now," he said, handing it to her.

She took the robe and waited for him to leave. Instead, he just sat back down at the table and sipped his tea, looking straight at her.

"Um, do you mind?" She said, slightly annoyed.

"No, no, I'm quite content where I am, thank you."

Akane was momentarily speechless. "Eh? P – p – pervert!" she exclaimed quietly, still in shock.

Aizen laughed quietly, but made no move to leave or avert his gaze.

She felt her face grow hot. Truthfully, she had it admit that the chances of her getting her way here were slim, so she'd just have to go with it.

Turning her back to him, she unzipped the top part of her uniform, hesitating before letting it slide off her shoulders.

Suddenly, she felt a pair of strong hands on her shoulders. She let out a surprised yelp.

"Akane, you do realize how tense you are? It's painful just looking at your shoulders," he began massaging gently.

"Aizen-sama, what are you doing?" Akane asked, her voice shaky. She had no experience in this sort of thing, so she had no idea what his intentions currently were.

"Just relax, Akane, relax for once," he said.

This was not the first time she'd found his voice hard to resist, addicting. The first time was when he visited her for tea. Now it was the other way around.

She found herself, now, in a position where her mind was telling her to get away, while her heart was telling her to get closer.

Akane allowed him to bring her to a sitting position. He sat behind her, kneading her tense shoulder muscles. She gave in, relaxing herself almost completely.

She loved the feel of his hands, the tender way he handled her, and his warm breath on her neck.

But . . . Aizen was the antagonist, the bad guy, the villain.

Did she care?

Not at the moment, no.

She felt his hands leave her shoulders, sliding down her back, caressing, consuming every touch. As his caress reached her lower back, she felt his arms snake around her navel.

Akane let out a little gasp of surprise as he pulled her up onto his lap, allowing his hands to reach more of her, and allowing her to experience some of him, too. She welcomed the new position with open arms. Even though she had to twist a little to the side to do so, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and rested her head against his chest. Within the otherwise chilly building, she felt surprisingly warm in his arms.

She breathed in his scent. He smelled vaguely like tea and . . . vanilla.

As she felt his hands brush over her nearly bare chest, a startled squeak left her lips.

Hearing the squeak, Aizen ran a thumb right over the most sensitive spot there.

She realized where this was going. She realized it was getting there quickly. But did she want that yet?

Not quite yet.

Realizing her sudden tenseness, Aizen broke the embrace.

They both stood, Akane blushing heavily. She grabbed the bath robe and pulled it on, taking of her skirt off only after, setting it with the other piece of her uniform.

She felt Aizen's arms wrap around her waist, he spoke in a fierce whisper, "I want you, Akane, but I shall hold myself back for now."

He turned her around and kissed her gently.

Ah, there we go.

Without hesitation, she kissed him back, entwining her hands in his hair.

When he finally pulled away, Akane was left gasping for breath.

He stepped away and sat back down at the table. "You may leave now, Nazo-san," he said, as if what just happened never happened.

Akane blushed and exited the room, shutting the door quietly behind her.

Doing her best to avoid any wandering Arrancar, Akane made it back to room. She sat down on her bed and curled up into a ball.

What the hell just happened?

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O.o You're just as surprised as I am, right? Thought so. Muhahahaha.

Aizen may have been OOC at the beginning of this chapter, but once the touchy-feely stuff got going he seemed totally in character. OMG.

And this one thing passed my mind but I never really thought about it until it sort of showed up on its own. The drawing was a self-fulfilling prophecy. If not for the fact that Akane had been nervous about the kiss, the she wouldn't have spilt the tea!

The massage thing, though, was totally not planned out. I think I dreamed this chapter the night, so the massage thing got put in because my shoulders hurt, too. :(

I envy Akane right now, a nice, good massage would do me good . . .

This chapter originally had none of Akane's thoughts or any details, so this is a revised chapter.

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