A/N: WOHO! AN UPDATE:D Haha, so sorry it took so long! I've been busy and unable to write coz of various reasons. Anyhow, that's not interesting. Let's see, I haven't written a "sequel" to the tattoo thing yet. Well, I have, but I'm not that pleased with it so I'm gonna work some more on it. So, this chapter doesn't have it. Sorry!
BUT!
Drabble number 50 (which I somehow got inspiration for during a lesson O.o) and 53 are smuttish (53 not that much) so...
BEWARE!!!
Um, that's all I think...sorry for grammar/spelling errors! -sweatdrop-
Now on with the story:)
o-Seize the Moment-o
-you only live twice-
50. No Worries
Matsumoto cursed under her breath as she kneeled on the floor, bending down to look underneath the bookshelf. There, in the furthest corner, spun her pink cell phone slowly until it came to a stop. Typical, she thought as she reached in under the heavy piece of furniture, fingertips barely brushing against the electronic device. She'd dropped it several times before, the sound of a message being received never failing to startle her, but this time the phone decided it wanted to stay in one place when used or not be used at all.
Back curled, cheek pressed against the cold floor and skirt hiking up uncomfortably high on her bum, Matsumoto bit her lower lip in concentration. She needed to read whatever message she'd received; it might be something incredibly important. Like suspicious hollows appearances or even arrancars. If she missed something like that, her Captain sure would be mad. But the phone hadn't moved an inch in the right direction; only slightly further away. Taking a deep breath, glaring and almost willing the thing to move, Matsumoto pushed her arm as far as it would go into the small space and gave a squeal of excitement when she managed to spin the phone around. She didn't notice the door open, or the familiar whisper of repressed spiritual energy, being too engrossed in her efforts of retrieving the pink object.
This, for the intruder, could only be positive considering the inner battle he was currently having. Hitsugaya Toshiro, Captain and renowned prodigy, was seconds away from snapping and running over to the woman positioned so temptingly before him. He'd been looking everywhere for her, even sent a message through the emergency-only phone, but this wasn't something he'd expected to find.
On all fours and skirt revealing white panties, while apparently pretty determined to get something underneath the huge bookshelf along the back wall of the classroom, she looked incredibly inviting. Slowly, his hand on the doorknob tightened its grip and closed the door soundlessly; fingers itching to close the lock.
The reason as to why he'd been looking for her was pretty simple; he'd spent two whole days locked away with paperwork and several cups of tea. Not only did it tire his mind and made him irritable, but the lack of satisfying physical contact was maddening. Her suffocating hugs when she came to refill his cup or force him to eat wasn't what he missed, but the soft brush of lips against his, and the feel of warm hands slipping underneath layers of clothes….it felt like ages ago.
The lock clicked but Matsumoto remained oblivious to her Captain's presence, finally making progress and almost succeeding in closing her fingers around the cell phone long enough to drag it closer. The position she was in was very uncomfortable; her back straining as she curved it to an extreme and twisted her waist in order to fully take advantage of the little space she could use in order to reach her phone. The skin of her bare knees felt raw after spending such long time on the hard floor and her arms was all tingly at the lack of blood flow. It was with a satisfied groan her hand finally closed around the phone, and she licked her dry lips as she pulled it out and started to rise.
"Stay," a soft, familiar voice breathed in her ear; making her gasp in surprise. Still on her knees, resting on her elbows and lower arms, Matsumoto found herself frozen in wonder. Since when did he…? Her mind went practically blank as she felt him press against her; his position behind her as clearly suggestive as the movements of his hands as they caressed her stomach through the white shirt.
"Keep quiet," he continued, further away this time; the feel of soft lips gracing the middle of her back indicating where his head was. She didn't really see a reason to disobey, and nibbled her lip in anticipation. Last time he was like this was after a row they'd had, and she hadn't been disappointed. Actually, it seemed like he was bolder when driven by the need to make amends or relieve his stress. The latter probably being the cause this time. After all, he had been working quite hard these past few days.
"Cap—", she began as his hand snuck up underneath her skirt, but the sudden thrust of his hips against her replaced the words with a moan. She could feel the hard, warm bulge against her ass and his hands cupping her just served to tighten the knot of nerves in her lower stomach even more.
His breathing was heavy, heartbeat strong and fast against her back as he slid past the white fabric of her panties. He stood on his knees between her slightly spread legs, leaning over her body and nuzzling his nose between her shoulder blades; reaching around her with his free hand to pull her body closer still. His clothed member was throbbing and longing for release; the feel of her soft bum pressed against him driving him insane.
"Aaahh," she breathed as his fingers found her clit, the bundle of nerves almost burning as he caressed and pinched; having studied her body quite thoroughly in the past. She lowered her head till her forehead touched the floor and groaned; he was making her dizzy and she was already wetting his smooth fingers with her rising arousal.
"Rangiku," he murmured, removing his fingers from her as she trembled in her first orgasm; panting and spreading her legs wide. He brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean; closing his eyes briefly as the taste of her caressed his tongue. He felt high on lust and couldn't help but smirk at the trapped woman underneath him. If only she knew how easily she could turn him on, if only she knew how easily he could become a slave for her touch.
Licking his lips, he savored the taste that still lingered, and started to unbutton her shirt with his now free hands. A deep growl emitted from his throat as she moved her hips and rubbed her ass against him; urging him on. She raised her head and glanced slyly over her shoulder to meet his blazing eyes; raising a brow at his smirk before her eyes widened in surprise. He'd ripped off the last part of her shirt, and was already slipping his fingers underneath the edge of her panties. She didn't get time to object as he ripped them apart, exposing her wet sex to cold air before his clothed crotch started grinding; causing friction that sent shivers down her curved spine.
"What brought this on?" she asked in a husky voice, smiling as she heard the sound of a zipper opening. Not long after his pants found themselves by his knees and Matsumoto had to brace herself as he slammed into her; resting his forehead between her shoulder blades. She moaned and let her head drop to the floor again, waiting for him to move.
"I missed you," he breathed against the fabric of her shirt, "that's all."
She gasped in delight as he started to thrust into her in a rough, fast pace that forced her to bit her lip hard in order to not scream out. He didn't make it easier for her as his hand found her clit again; rubbing and keeping her pleasure equal to his.
The muscles of her stomach constricted as waves of excitement hit her; indescribable sensations playing with her body till she could but gasp and whimper in a need for more. The white-haired Captain didn't hold back, he gave what he could in order to feed on her beauty and warmth; the feeling of her walls around him and the tantalizing noises escaping her full lips making his head spin till thoughts were lost to the raw act of love, of burning lust and desire.
The climax, the quick visit in heaven, came not too soon and not too late. Time was irrelevant; he could only enjoy the present and the woman moaning his name. He slumped over her, burying his head in her back as he breathed in long, calming breath. Her flowery scent, thick and puzzling, soothed his rapid heartbeats and filled his lungs.
She collapsed on the floor, spreading her arms wide and stretching as he lay on top. Wincing, she nudged him with her elbow; breasts aching as they were pressed against the hard floor. He slowly rolled off, not bothering with their state of clothing and choosing to just lie on his side and gaze into her softly smiling face.
"Well, that was…different," she said, grinning at the frown forming. He suppressed a blush, the sight of her as she moved to mirror his pose enough to arouse him yet again.
"You do realize Captain, that we're in a High School classroom?" she continued. He stared blankly at her, preoccupied with the way her lips looked annoyingly unkissed.
"Captain? Shouldn't you worry about someone walking in on us?" She frowned, reaching out to poke him in his stomach. He just grabbed her hand and smirked.
"Don't worry Matsumoto; I locked the door. With kidou."
o-oOo-o
51. Disobedient
The fight had been almost equal, but she had made it. She was stronger and had managed to get away alive, although barely that. The Arrancars were hard to beat, hard to get to – with their hearts gone. They followed orders merely because their master was more powerful, and would fight to the death no matter what. They had to prove their strength and slay those whose work was to eliminate them. She would fight till the death too, would prove her strength and follow orders. But, unlike them, she had someone she wouldn't allow to die. She couldn't. They were heartless, cold; but she…she loved him with a passion strong enough to do anything. Anything.
And now here she was, stuck in a bed with crisp white sheets and a pissed Captain as company. Well, she mused, at least he can't come over here to whack my head. But he really needed to calm down. It was freezing!
"Captain! You really should be more grateful!" she exclaimed after a few more moments of dead silence. His eyebrow twitched as his lips pursed and his hands clenched the sheets covering his body, but not a sound came as reply.
"You know, that Arrancar was about to attack you from the behind! I had to get up, otherwise, who knows what would've happened?" she whined when she realized he wasn't going to talk to her just yet. It amazed her how childish he could be at times like these.
"You were already half-dead from your own fight, and I told you loud and clear to stay out of the way and wait for the 4th division!" he hissed, barely restraining his anger as his knuckles turned white from his tight grip. Rangiku sighed; smiling slightly. True, she had disobeyed his direct orders but in the heat of battle and rage he hadn't been able to pay attention to his surroundings. There hadn't been a choice; she'd just had to block the sharp spike aiming for his back. It was hers to protect, was it not? Though it had made him very, very, very angry at her, she couldn't help but smile at his obvious worry. The way he sulked and expressed his displeasure was adorable to the point she didn't feel like defending her actions. It wasn't really necessary either; he probably knew her reason, which made it all the more interesting.
"I'm sorry I disobeyed your orders Captain, please punish me as you see fit," she drawled with a wink, giggling as he blushed and looked away; arms crossed over his bandaged chest. He snorted and stayed silent, making her roll her eyes. Was it really that bad? His foul mood is depressing, she thought with a pout.
"Hey, Captain," she called as she sat up straighter and carefully swung her sore legs over the bedside. "Let's sneak off and have some fresh air, no?"
His head turned and his eyes landed on her in time to see her rise from her bed with shaky legs and a big, silly smile playing across her lips. Something within him snapped and he found himself shivering at the sudden drop in the temperature.
"MATSUMOTO!" he snapped, making her fall back on the bed with an 'ouff'; startled by the sudden outburst. She winced; lying sprawled over the bed with her elbows as support, and stared at him with puzzlement. "Stay."
His deep growl made her rise a brow as his flaming eyes seemed to make her unable to speak. A few moments passed soundlessly as he sat glaring at her, receiving a blank look in return. Finally, she broke the tense silence with a dry smile.
"Voff, Captain."
o-oOo-o
52. Important Lists
During the many years of friendship and as colleagues, Hitsugaya Toshiro had learned a lot about things he hadn't thought were important at all. But Matsumoto had taught him that however small something may seem, it could actually be quite big (of which he had learned in many different ways, some more pleasant than others). For one, you never ever refused Matsumoto Rangiku sake. That had been a quite painful experience, although not in the physical way (he'd gone out of his way to avoid getting his lieutenant depressed after that). As time went by, his patience for her vanity ceased to exist completely and after that he carefully noted in his book to let her sneak off to buy whatever she needed at least once a month without complaining. It was well worth it.
Also, never underestimate the intelligence of a drunk blonde. He still couldn't enter the eastern storeroom of his division without carefully looking over his shoulder and making sure he had the key.
And you know how they tell you to never mention a woman's age? Toshiro was full of sympathy for those who make the mistake of not addressing Matsumoto properly.
"Aw, I'm getting old," Matsumoto had whined as she'd gotten up from a long day on the office's couch. Toshiro remembered the annoyance he'd felt back then as if it was just a few minutes ago (the couch was still warm at the moment, and he was once again wondering how she managed to sneak off).
"You got old a few hundred years ago, Matsumoto," turned out to be his one-way ticket to hell for over a month. Never had he thought someone underneath his rank could make his life so difficult.
He grimaced at the memory and leaned back in his chair; eying the papers before him. The list of things Not-To-Do was long, very long, and he had started to believe the list of things To-Do would be easier to follow. But it turned out to be quite difficult to get a hold of that knowledge. Staring down at the paper before him, he frowned.
"Thank her for the tea (when it's late, smile), allow her to sleep for at least one hour on the couch, buy her souvenirs when visiting the living world (preferably chocolate), pretend not to notice when she's drunk and sneaks up from behind to hug me," he read out a loud, muttering under his breath as he tapped the brush against the desk's surface. His cheeks were pink at this point and he silently asked himself once again why he was doing this.
Sighing, he didn't even bother to answer the question yet again.
"Captain!" a jolly voice called as the door swung open to reveal a smiling blonde with a large basket of fruits resting on her one hip. "I've brought some snacks!"
As she entered and walked towards his desk, he refreshed his grip of the brush and swiftly scribbled down another small paragraph.
"Here," she said, having put down the basket and fished up a red apple; shoving it into his mouth and holding it still as he took a bite. She smiled as he chewed the too large piece, reaching out and brushing away a drop of juice from the corner of his mouth before he beat her to it.
"I couldn't find any watermelon, but you need to taste some other stuff from time to time, no?" she said with a laugh, paying no mind to his light blush.
"Hn," he replied with a smirk, leaning forward to take another bite from the apple in her hand. With that, the newest addition to his list was proven a success. Her smile was warm and her blue eyes sparkled in the light coming through the windows. As she started talking about the great effort she'd made to get a hold of these fruits he wondered what more to add. Perhaps what he had in mind should be on the Not-To-Do list, but the fruit juice on her lips seemed delicious…
o-oOo-o
53. Good Morning, Honey
Morning – the time of the day which she used to loathe, when she woke up to face the consequences of too much sake. Be it an empty bed or a shared, she never found it pleasant. But nowadays, it was different. She blinked a few times, clearing her blurry vision, and rested her icy eyes on the face before her. Teal eye were hidden, an otherwise frowning mouth was relaxed and pulled up in a soft, peaceful smile. His hair was tangled, the spikes no longer harsh but falling in a soft mess around his head. She reached up to run a hand through the smooth strands, amazed at how thick it was. He groaned and leaned into her touch, snuggling closer to her warmth. She giggled and placed a light kiss on his nose, caressing his cheek as it wrinkled in distaste. He didn't like it when she placed such light kisses on his skin. Why, she didn't know but it his reactions were adorable.
"Mm," he mumbled; sighing as her hand went down from his cheek to his arm, tracing his muscles and skin. She loved waking up to this; there was nothing better than to take full advantage of his sleeping figure. If she was lucky, she could steer the way his dreams went and more than once she'd given him the wake-up call other men could only imagine her doing.
"Toshiro," she moaned in his ear as she moved to lie across his chest. "Toshiro."
He groaned again, arms moving up to embrace her slim waist. She grinned as she sat up a bit, straddling his hips and finding a comfortable position before leaning down to lightly kiss his lips.
"I want you," she breathed out, noting how he shivered underneath her. Her tongue flicked out to lick the tip of his nose; making him wrinkle it again and causing a slight frown to disturb his blissful features. Grinding against his already semi-hard member, she debated on whether she should go all out of leave him to wake up unsatisfied. The latter always had interesting consequences. But as soon as her movements slowed and she was about to roll off, teal eyes snapped.
"Wha—" she gasped, startled as he pushed her to the side and pinned her down easily; a smug grin on his lips as he pressed his arousal against hers. Biting her lip, she tried to regain her posture but it was lost when he leaned down to capture her mouth in a deep, literally breath-taking kiss. It was one of those that make her knees weak, but fortunately, she was already lying down.
"And what have I said about this, lieutenant Matsumoto?" he breathed in her ear after breaking the kiss, panting slightly. She licked her abused lips and tried to calm her heart down, slowly wrapping her legs around his hips and brining them closer. Her back arched and he moaned as slick folds were parted by a stiff shaft gliding through; pressing against a sensitive bundle of nerves.
"I believe you said that I have to suffer the consequences and not complain if I can't walk properly for the rest of the day?" she whispered in respond, voice husky and body quivering in impatience. He smirked before kissing her neck and making his way back to her lips.
Really, mornings were the best.
o-oOo-o
A/N: There, now love me because I actually wrote a dominant Hitsu! WOHO! -is proud of herself-
Anyhow, that aside, I'm sorry about the crappy ending of drabble 50...I am aware of eh suckiness...-sighs-
Oh ja "you only live twice" is such a pun. I love that James Bond movie lol. AND IT FITS WITH BLEACH WOHO!! Okay I'm off now haha ;D
Please review? -puppy eyes-
For those who read 'Of Romours and Sake' and 'Sugar Kisses' I'm deeply sorry that it's taking so long to update XD 'Sugar Kisses' should've been updated today but I haven't had time...I wrote this whole chappie today and yesterday I wrote a whole chapter for a Harry Potter story...but I'll update soon, promise!
Yeah, NOW I'm done ;D