OOOOoooooohhhhh my god I am so sorry for the slow update. It's a bit short today, I've been bogged down with school work and stuff.
Enjoy!
Ch 10
Naoko awoke to an overwhelming amount of warmth pressed against her chest and face. She groaned softly, flinching slightly at the soreness she felt between her legs. The clock read 9pm, meaning she had slept for only a few hours, even though it felt like a blissful eternity. "Mmnh," she mewled, wiggling and pushing against Kensei tiredly.
"Stop moving, Naoko," Kensei grumbled, cracking one eye open. His arms tightened, trying to keep her small, lithe body flushed to his.
"I need to get up now," she complained. "I have patrol soon!" She pushed more against him, trying to pry herself from his grip.
"What time?" he mumbled, propping himself on his elbow. He ruffled his hair tiredly, both eyes now opened sleepily.
"10," she replied shortly, starting to get up and exit her gigai.
"Ah, that's plenty of time then," Kensei said, a wicked grin spreading over his face. He rolled over her before she could escape, pinning her back onto the futon.
"K-Kensei, wait… aahnn..." moans replaced her protests as Kensei placed gentle kisses on her mouth, trailing down her neck and her chest. His lightly chapped lips pressed against her skin softly, tickling more sensitive areas. Naoko giggled sweetly as Kensei's warm breath fanned across the smooth skin of her stomach.
"Come back here, Kensei," she crooned, tugging his shirt. He complied reluctantly, planting one more kiss down at her hip.
"You sure I didn't hurt you?" he asked, placing more apologetic kisses on her forehead, nose, and lips.
"I'm…fine…" Naoko said in between his kisses. "Patrol…"
"Can wait," Kensei cut in. He nuzzled behind her earlobe, flicking his tongue out and kissing the sensitive area, drawing out soft moans from Naoko's full lips as her hips rose to grind against his leg. His erection grew hard, eager to meet Naoko's warmth again, its tip placed at her opening, awaiting permission to enter. He watched his lover, her amber eyes half lidded in lust as she nodded. Gently, he pushed his length into her depths, filling her to his hilt. Naoko moaned softly, her arms wrapped around his neck, lips meeting his in pleasure.
With slow, languid thrusts, Kensei pushed and pulled his engorged manhood in and out of Naoko. He wanted her to feel every inch of him with every movement. Oh kami, he wanted to make this last forever, her scent mixed with the musk of their sex creating a heady aroma. His brown eyes met Naoko's amber, his chest swelling in affection and desire for this woman below him. Kensei felt heat of his orgasm pool in his stomach as he watched her come undone by him, yet he held back, finding more joy in the way her lips were parted, releasing soft pants with every thrust, how her full breasts moved gently with every movement.
Naoko held onto Kensei's shoulders, her face now buried in the crook of his neck. She kissed and nipped him, tasting the salt of his skin. This was so different than the frantic, lust fueled sex they had only a few hours prior. This was making love, she thought as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She gasped and moaned as Kensei's length brushed against her G-spot repeatedly. Naoko felt the coil of pleasure tighten in her lower abdomen, her walls constricting around his dick as it pumped within her.
Kensei felt his own release build, and increased his pace ever so slightly, placing more force with each plunge with a snap of his hips. He listened to Naoko's moans grow louder, her sweet voice begging him to go faster, to go harder. Her pleading fell on deaf ears, Kensei set on extending their pleasure immeasurably. He maintained his pace until Naoko's walls tightened around him even more, finally pulsating with her orgasm, her legs squeezing his waist as she gasped and screamed his name. Kensei was soon brought to his own completion after a final few hard thrusts. He threw his head back in ecstasy as her muscles milked his hard length with each clench.
Their moans and grunts mixed together as they climaxed simultaneously, sweat dripping from their bodies as their muscles tightened and contracted. Finally, Kensei collapsed onto Naoko, his head resting on her shoulder, his silver hair tickling her cheek. Naoko panted hard, her fingernails leaving long scratch marks on Kensei's shoulder blades.
"Now, taichou, may I leave on patrol?" she asked, her chest rising and falling heavily as she caught her breath. She still had 5 minutes to report in and relieve her partner of his watch.
"Haha," he panted with a wolfish grin. "What a cheeky woman you are." Nevertheless, he rolled off of her, letting Naoko escape into her bathroom. She soon emerged in her Shinigami attire, ready for battle. Kensei was pulling his pants back on when he realized that the shower was running.
"Who's showering?" he asked as Naoko walked towards him.
"The gigai is," she replied breathlessly. "My spare keys are over on that counter there, take them." Naoko pressed a quick kiss to Kensei's lips as she opened her balcony door and jumped out. Kensei closed the glass behind her and padded to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he saw some onigiri wrapped in plastic. He microwaved the dish and placed it on the low table, picking up a novel and munching on the snack. Naoko's gigai exited the shower wearing a pair of flannel pajamas. She moved to sit across him and also started eating. It was obviously not weirded out that Kensei had just had sex with the body, twice in fact. A few awkward moments passed of silent chewing and page flipping before Kensei broke the ice, "So…are you the one who reads the manga?"
"No, those are Naoko-san's. She likes the artwork, but I personally enjoy the literary prowess of Murasaki Shikibu's Genji Monogatari," the gigai replied, picking up a hefty book and flipping to her bookmarked page.
"…ok."
"yup."
Naoko leapt from building to building searching for her partner. They had agreed to meet at the center of town, yet he was nowhere to be found. "You really can't miss that outrageous hair," she thought to herself as she scanned the area for the afro. "Huh? What's that?" she murmured to herself, spotting something behind the apex of a roof.
"Hey, Kurumadani," she called out. Leaping to the roof, she peered over the edge to see her partner sleeping on the job. A vein bulged from her neck ever so slightly as she took in the sight of a grown Shinigami napping with a bubble blowing in and out of his nose.
"OI! WAKE UP!" she yelled, slapping his head. Unfortunately, the force of her hand was dispersed by the afro, creating a less dramatic awakening than she had planned.
"Haaah? Who's there?" the man slurred sleepily, scratching his head. His nose bubble disappeared with 'pop'.
"Did you have sweet dreams?" Naoko seethed with her hands impatiently on her hips. "It must have been quite boring today for you to be sleeping like this."
The afro-wearing Shinigami looked up to see his superior and frantically scrambled up to salute her. "My apologies, Sakahone-san!"
She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Whatever, Kurumadani, just go and get some rest. Just remember to be a little more vigilant."
"Yes ma'am!" In a flash, the afro-Shinigami disappeared.
Naoko sighed again, now that she was left alone with her thoughts. She leapt from the rooftops, scanning the area for unusual reiatsu signatures. Her mind drifted back to memories of Kensei's rough hands roaming her body, the firmness of his body pressing against hers as his hard, long, d…
My, my, my, whatever happened to being vigilant? Kurokitsune's voice purred through her head. Her low, sultry chuckles resonated and vibrated against Naoko's skull, interrupting her thoughts. Kensei-san is truly a gifted lover, and Tachikaze is no pushover as well, she continued. Naoko could envision her zanpakutou stretched out leisurely in the field of their inner world.
Hmm, what's Tachikaze like, then? Naoko asked.
Like a storm and a summer breeze, came her answer. Naoko chuckled at the description, wondering how zanpakutou spirits could have sexual relations if they existed only in their shinigami's inner worlds.
Zanpakutou spirits have our own ways of communicating, Kurokitsune answered cryptically. Pay attention, there's a slight disturbance coming from the west; feels like a hollow.
Right, Naoko affirmed. She could feel her skin prickling as she drew closer to the noxious reiatsu. Stopping on a rooftop, Naoko saw her target. It was quite an interesting sight, really, it reminded her of a spinning top that she had as a child in Rukongai. More interestingly was that Ishida Uryuu was being chased by it, and was putting up a fair fight despite not having spiritual powers.
Naoko leapt down behind the Hollow swiftly and attempted to dispatch it. Her sword sliced through air as the monster 'split' in two, dodging a wire that Uryuu had strung up in order to trap it. Suddenly, a large explosion sent her flying back as the top half was destroyed. She planted her feet on the ground, skidding backwards as she tried to ascertain the source of the explosion. Her eyes widened as a silver haired man approached, a bow in his hands radiating spiritual power that she could only associate with a Quincy's.
"Ryuuken," Uryuu muttered under his breath.
"Is that anyway to address your father?" the man replied. "You've still got a ways to go, Uryuu."
As the father and son spoke, Naoko turned to see the bottom half of the hollow charging towards them. "Heads up!" she called out, flash stepping and slashing through it.
Uryuu swiveled, "Sakahone," he breathed. It had been a while since he'd seen the Shinigami, but she seemed unchanged as she stood before him, spiritual particles from the hollow now dispersing around her.
"How're you doing, Ishida-kun? Keeping up with your studies?" she asked conversationally, her amber eyes shifting cautiously back and forth between the two Quincies. Her zanpakutou was sheathed, but he noticed her hand was still hovering over the hilt. He turned his head to his father, whose bow was now raised and drawn against the Shinigami.
"H-hey, wait!" Uryuu yelled, moving between the two.
Ryuuken scoffed, "protecting a Shinigami, Uryuu? Pathetic."
Naoko drew her hand away from her zanpakutou and raised them to her sides. "Well, it looks like I'm interrupting some important family meeting," she said. "I'll be on my way then, thanks for the save, Uryuu's dad." Ishida Ryuuken sniffed in contempt as the black haired Shinigami disappeared. His eyes narrowed suspiciously at his son, who boldly stared back.
"What is your answer, Uryuu?" he asked. The silver bow disappeared in a cloud of reishi.
"I want my powers back," the young man replied firmly.
Naoko's shift continued into the night. She stood on a rooftop as she watched students bustle along the streets heading to school. Her amber eyes grazed over the young faces greeting friends and having animated conversations. It made her almost miss her days at the Shinigami Academy…almost.
*flashback to academy*
"NAO-CHAAAAAAANN," Mashiro squealed. She tackled her kouhai to the ground in a blur of green and white. The small, black-haired girl let out a startled yelp as her senpai grabbed her around the chest and rolled them around the floor and down the hallway in an acrobatic tumble.
"Nao-chan you always smell so good!" the older girl said as she rubbed her face against the younger's affectionately.
"Mashirooooo," Naoko whined pitifully. She had lost count of the times when Mashiro had greeted her with a tackle and berated herself for not learning her lesson and paying attention to her surroundings. Strands of hair fell from her neat ponytail as she wriggled and pushed to escape Mashiro's "loving" grasp. "Let…me…go…" she gasped as she clawed at the wooden floor.
The hyperactive, green haired girl pouted. "You never come by to spar with me anymore!" she protested. "I never see you, Nao-chan!"
Naoko rolled her eyes in exasperation. She had had final and practical exams to study for, and sparring with Mashiro was an accident waiting to happen that she could not afford. "I'll spar with you next week," she promised. She could never resist Mashiro's puppy dog eyes and incessant begging.
Mashiro's face broke into a large, triumphant grin. Before she could reply, a booming voice called from down the hall, "KUNA GET BACK IN CLASS."
"oops, eheh," Mashiro giggled and jumped off of Naoko. "You promised, so I'll see you then! Bye bye Nao-chan!"
Naoko nodded, and sighing in relief as Mashiro leapt off of her and sprinted down the hallway, away from her professor.
"KUNA COME BACK HERE."
*end flashback*
Naoko absently followed the students to school, watching them file into a large building and settle into their seats as their teacher took attendance.
She was about to leave when a faintly familiar reiatsu caught her attention. Naoko swiveled and stood above the window of the classroom, just out of sight, but within hearing range.
"Morning, Ichigo-kun!"
Naoko's eyes narrowed suspiciously as she recognized the voice. "Why is Hirako-taichou at the high school?" she thought to herself. "Does he have some sort of agenda with Ichigo?"
Kurokitsune growled, I thought vaizards wanted nothing to do with Seireitei and the Shinigami.
"Indeed," she agreed. "I wonder if Kensei knows anything about this."
Glancing at the large school clock, Naoko noticed it was time to switch shifts with Kurumadani. She flash-stepped back to the middle of town where she saw him waiting. "Sakahone-san, good work today!" he greeted. Naoko nodded. "Good luck to you, Kurumadani."
"Actually, Sakahone-san," the afro Shinigami said. "Before you leave, I have something to report."
"Oh? What is it?" she asked.
"As I was heading back to Urahara shoten, I came across a young man dressed as a Shinigami. He claimed to be a Substitute Shinigami, with this outrageous badge! Can you believe it?"
Naoko raised an eyebrow. "Did this young man have orange hair?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
Naoko blew an amused huff of air through her nose. "That's Kurosaki Ichigo, the one that invaded Seireitei to save Kuchiki Rukia, remember?"
"Uuwwaah, that's him?!"
"Is that all, Kurumadani?" Naoko asked. She was hungry, and the manager at the café always saved her some lunch.
"Actually, no, there's more," Kurumadani replied. His voice was uneasy this time, his large, busy eyebrows coming together. "Kurosaki Ichigo was approached by another man who claimed to be a 'vaizard' or something. He had a hollow mask and a zanpakutou!"
Naoko's head snapped to face Kurumadani full on. Her eyes were wide as she asked, "What did this man look like?!"
"He had straight blonde hair and was skinny. He was trying to recruit Kurosaki."
A stormy look crossed Naoko's face as she realized who it was. "Thank you, Kurumadani. I will look in on this, you just focus on protecting the town."
"Yes, ma'am!"