Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, and this fic was inspired from the novel Irresistable forces by Brenda Jackson. I do not own anything except for a blood-soaked hanky.

Summary: Sounds nice, but what about you? Chapter eleven is up. (Warning: Possible bloodbath?) R&R.

Rating: M for language, badly-written romance, a slice of cheese, and certainty of lemon.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The receptionist who looked up from behind the check-in desk was not the good-looking, young man Kisuke had met when he first got to Mizutori. This guy was bald, not a single hair on his gleaming skull dome, and appeared to be very bored. His eyes had the mess-with-me-and-you're-good-as-dead look. The accommodating smile he tried to offer upon seeing Kisuke was a miserable failure, and Kisuke was grateful that he dropped the act at once.

"What do you want?" was the cold and grumpy inquiry.

"Good morning," Kisuke replied amicably. He felt too good to carry a grudge against the cantankerous Ikkaku (God bless name tags.), who was probably suffering from a bad case of the PMS today, or maybe he just wasn't a morning person. Kisuke proceeded to ask, "Is there anything else around here to do?"

Ikkaku gave him a strange look as if to say, the main thing around here happens in the bedroom and you obviously aren't there. However, he merely said, "Depends on what you want to do."

"What I want to do," Kisuke answered, "is something that will take my wife and me away from the resort for a few hours."

Ikkaku looked a little alarmed. "What? You don't like it here?"

Kisuke smiled. Evidently, Ikkaku took the resort's ability to produce results pretty seriously. "We do like it here," he said. "The resort is living up to our expectations, but I just want to take her away for a while."

Ikkaku looked relieved. "Well, besides the occasional luau, we do have a couple of activities outside the resort that some of the visitors seemed to enjoy on occasion. You can try horseback riding along the beach, you can rent a sailboat if you want, or -"

"Sailing sounds okay," Kisuke quickly decided. "Please make the necessary arrangements, and it would be nice if you could prepare a picnic lunch for us, too."

"Fine, I'll take care of everything."


"You're pretty good at this," Yoruichi commented. "Is being a seaman also one of your many talents?"

Kisuke glanced over Yoruichi, his gaze roaming over her from behind his sunglasses. She had exchanged the shorts and t-shirt she was wearing earlier for a two-piece red bikini, and she looked smokin' hot in it. The curvy hips, the line of her thighs, and the hollow above her groin where the fabric of her bikini ended. He thought that if he saw her like that while driving a car in some busy city street, the result would be multiple car accidents.

He could almost imagine it written in his death certificate – cause of death: red bikini.

She leaned against the ship's railing with the sun in the background, seemingly shining directly on her. The woman looked so heart-stoppingly desirable, the mad idea that she belongs to him came back, and this time it felt almost sane, almost logical.

Kisuke's hand tightened on the wheel as he tried to control both his thoughts and his lust. He returned to the task at hand. It was a perfect day to be out on the water, and he was glad that Yoruichi was out there with him. He didn't want to spoil it.

"Kisuke?"

Oh, he had forgotten that she had asked him a question. The red bikini was quite distracting.

"Not really, princess," he told her. "I only acquired the necessary skills when I could afford to buy my own boat. I'm okay with water, but I'm at my best on land."

"And in bed," Yoruichi said with a small smile. It was not a question.

"There, too," he agreed and grinned.

She turned to look back over the ocean, and Kisuke adjusted the sails to slow their speed, stop for a while. He stood beside her.

"Are you hungry?" he decided to ask her.

"What if I am? It's not like we're going to find a restaurant out here."

He gave a soft laugh. "I can fish." Her eyes narrowed, and he quickly confessed. "No, I can't. But we do have that," he said, nodding towards the huge picnic basket she hadn't yet seen near the bow.

She followed his gaze. "Who brought that on?"

"The management of the resort. I ordered lunch for us when I requested the boat. I'm ready to eat when you are."

"Actually, I'm starving."


"Wow, the resort really did it up, didn't they?" Yoruichi said as Kisuke unloaded the picnic basket. There were numerous sandwiches, bags of chips, a container of fruit, a Thermos filled with the resort's delectable coffee, and a bottle of chilled nonalcoholic wine.

"I specifically asked them about the nonalcoholic wine just in case you're in a delicate situation already. And since I'm the captain of this vessel, I can't drink on the job," he said, putting the empty basket aside to pour wine to their glasses. "I have to make sure we get back on land safely."

Yoruichi grinned. "I appreciate that." She placed the plate filled with food on her lap. Kisuke had done the serving and gave her a little bit of everything. She took a bite from her sandwich. It tasted good.

When Kisuke had been busy getting ready to sail, she had gone down the boat to check out things. There was a queen-size berth in the aft stateroom, as well as built-in lounge seat, and hanging lockers. It was a thing of beauty, and was large enough for five people. So far, it had been smooth sailing for them. Earlier, after bringing the boat into the wind, he had asked her to hold the wheel while he lowered the sail. She had enjoyed doing that. It reminded her of the days when she used to sail with her parents and sister. It also made her feel useful and a part of what he was doing.

Yoruichi tilted her face up toward the sun. There was a nice breeze, and all she could see for miles around was ocean. They had left any semblance of land behind hours ago. It seemed they were the only two people at that moment under the blue blue sky.

"I've never done it on a boat before," she said nonchalantly.

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

"Then your first time will be special," Kisuke said in a dark voice that promised only sinful delights. "I'll make sure of that."


"I had a nice time, Kisuke," she told him as they entered the elevator that will bring them up to their suite. He had lived up to his promise of making her first time (on a boat) special, had actually exceeded her expectations.

"I had a nice time, too," he said.

A yawn escaped Yoruichi.

"You're exhausted."

Her cheeks reddened when she muttered, "What do you expect? Riding a first-class sailboat, riding you…"

The elevator was empty except for the two of them. Coincidentally, it was the same elevator where he screwed her senseless just two days ago. Sex on an elevator. That one was a first for her, too.

Kisuke laughed, had apparently heard what she said. "When we get to our room, I'll run bathwater for you. A good hot soak will do you worlds of good."

"Sounds nice, but what about you?"

He smiled a full smile that put all of her girl hormones in hyper drive. "I'll take a shower later."

She stubbornly shook her head. "We agreed to take a shower together, mister." He said so when they were still on the boat.

He chuckled. "Yes, but you're tired and I understand."

Yoruichi knew there was a good reason (aside from the mind-blowing, bed-busting sex) why she had fallen in love with this man. "But I'm not too tired for that," she said softly. What she would never tell him was that she needed him tonight in a way she never needed him before. They only had a few days left and she wanted to spend each and every moment intimately with him.

"Are you sure?" he asked, staring down at her.

"Yeah." When it came to him, there was no way she could or ever would be not sure of anything. He was the first man she could admit to loving and probably would be the only man she would ever love. For the love of cats! If that came out of her brain then she really was a goner.

"You okay, princess?" he asked her. "You're frowning again."

"I'm fine. Just need to make sure it's what you want, too. After all we've done today, you must be tired. And if you are, then I understand."

Kisuke leaned down and kissed her, practically drawing the breath from her lungs. One of his hands moved over her back, the other combed through her hair, adjusting her head, angling her so he could deepen the kiss. His hand brushed up and down her back, stroking her with a sensual caress, silently telling her that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. And only when he withdrew his mouth from hers, leaving the taste of him on her tongue, did Yoruichi allow herself to breathe.

When the elevator opened, Kisuke stepped out of it carrying her in his arms. He stopped in front of their door, and he shifted her in his arms to pull out his key. Knowing what was about to happen again, shivers raced down Yoruichi's spine, and they sensitized every nerve, making awareness flow rapidly through her body. He opened the door, placed her on her feet before locking it behind them, and she released a ragged breath. She was no longer tired, and time was not a factor either. The only thing she cared about was that she was about to make love yet again to the man she loved. He leaned back against the door and stared at her, and she felt it like an intimate caress.

She may not have his love, but she definitely had his desire. If only for tonight, for their week here together, that was enough.

Barely thinking about what she was doing and knowing that he was watching her every move, she began undressing as she slowly walked backward towards their bedroom. By the time she reached the door, her clothes laid a trail on the floor and only her panties remained.

Kisuke did not move an inch. But something on him had definitely grown... not that it hadn't been big before. She had felt it when he picked her in his arms and again when he had slid her body down his when he had placed her on her feet. And that was just the way she wanted, just the way she needed.

Finally, he started to move, slowly walking towards her, pausing to undress as well. By the time he reached her in the bedroom doorway, he was totally naked. Yoruichi watched as he went down on his knees to remove the final piece of clothing from her body, and of course, that was only the beginning.

The night was far from over.


It was a need that he felt all the way to the bone.

Kisuke knew her scent, and after spending an afternoon making love to her on the boat, he was practically drenched with her taste. He leaned forward and rested his face against the warm skin of her thigh and inhaled her essence, so close to his face. He felt the hands she placed on his shoulders as if she was depending on his strength to hold her up. In his position, kneeling on the floor in front of her, he was just where he wanted to be, up close and as personal as it could get.

No, not really. There was this one thing that demanded his attention. He shifted his head and found the spot he wanted, gripped her hips and letting his tongue go to work, tasting her with a hunger he knew she had to feel. He pushed her legs apart even farther so he could go deeper, farther within her core.

He heard her moans, loved her groans. Felt the way her fingers were digging hard into his shoulders, the way she was arching her body to lock in on his mouth. His heart ran like mad. His thirst for her was unappeasable. The more he got, the more he wanted, and he was letting her know it. Feel it. There was just something about kissing her like this that made everything inside him react, summoned all his inner resources.

Kisuke felt her body jerked beneath his mouth and heard her scream his name, but he ignored the sound and kept doing what he was doing. Tasting her was enough to make him come, and he was fighting like hell not to do so. He wanted to take her in the shower, while the force of the water beat down on them. At that point, he wanted something else other than his tongue in her.

He wanted to explode inside her.

He pulled back, quickly stood and scooped her up into his arms. He felt her go limp and knew if the water didn't revive her, something else definitely would. He stepped into the shower and quickly turned on the water. As soon as the water was warm he stepped under it and eased Yoruichi out of his arms to stand in front of him and then brought her close to him as he lifted her off her feet.

"Wrap your legs around me, princess," he said in a deep, husky voice.

Yoruichi did what he asked, and he swiftly entered her. She gasped. Water poured down on them, soaking their hair, but nothing could stop him from backing her up against the wall and pumping in and out of her like a man pushed over the edge. He grabbed hold of the hips that cradled his pelvis and drove deeper into her the exact moment he felt his entire body explode, forcing himself to hold still while feeling her muscles clenched the living daylights out of him. Still, he kept coming, filling her to a capacity in a way he had never done to any other woman.

Totally drained, he showed no sign of even thinking about releasing her. He wanted his body to remain connected to hers so he adjusted his stance, braced his legs apart and kept her pinned to the wall. While the water was still cascading down on them, he lifted his head and met her gaze. The look in her eyes did something to him. There had been something in that topaz eyes of hers. He was certain of it, but wasn't sure what it exactly was.

Kisuke refused figuring anything out. Now was not the time. He felt his body getting hard inside her again. He reached up and turned off the shower before opening the shower door. With Yoruichi still in his arms, he stepped out of the shower. The warm water still soaking their skin, he managed to grab a big towel off the rack and wrap it around them before leaving the bath.

He reached the bed and then tumbled onto the bedcovers with Yoruichi in his arms. Then he straddled her body and stared down at her, barely understanding the obsession and possession he felt. It was more than the fact that she could even now be carrying his child, nor was it about the way his body was able to respond to hers. It did have something to do with the warm prickling sensation that was running over his damp skin and the fire raging in his blood.

One part of his mind was telling him to pull back, stop all this now, and go home. If Yoruichi still wasn't pregnant after all they've done, then too bad. He couldn't run the risk of letting this woman get under his skin, find her way anywhere near his heart. But he didn't have the strength to do that or think that way. At the moment, he was just where he wanted to be: inside her.

Unnerving as it was, the woman had a strong hold on him as he had a strong hold on her, and it seemed neither of them was going anywhere or wanted to handle whatever was happening right now any differently.

So Kisuke began doing what he enjoyed doing – moving inside her, thrusting in and out of her with long, leisurely, slow strokes, while watching her face. Just as she was watching his. He was certain that his need, his desire, was there, visible on his face for her to see, as hers was fully exposed to him. Like all the other times before, he was putting everything into this, all of himself, everything that was in him he was giving to her. Because for this woman, it seemed he could do nothing less.

He leaned closer to her mouth, the need to taste her growing stronger. When his tongue began mating with hers in that same tempo their bodies were doing, something hot and urgent flared through him, uncoiled within his stomach and he increased the rhythm and began pumping madly, with a raw need that had him locked in its grip.

In the deep recesses of his mind he heard Yoruichi scream out his name once more, triggering something inside him, and his body bucked hard at the same time that he called out hers. He felt a scorching sensation throughout his body, shivers passing through every nerve, as he came inside her while breathing in her scent, their scent. He leaned forward and cradled his face in the crook of her neck.

Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. But still, it occurred to Kisuke that if he lived to be over a hundred, he would never get tired of being with Shihouin Yoruichi....

Oh, crap!

Wasn't that thought just a little too disturbing?


A.N. Hope you enjoyed it. I obviously did. Haha. How about some reviews? I'll be happy to know if you suffered the same blood loss as I did. ^^

Blitch: I'm really sorry if I posted too late. Please spare me. I don't want to go to school with broken bones. Thank you so much for still giving this fic a chance. Your fist, er, I mean your support helped me with this chapter. Haha. ^^

cheerleader40404: I'm very glad you enjoyed the fic. Thank you. Although, reading it all in one go...I hope you didn't lose too much blood from all those lemons. Haha. About your suggestions, I can't promise that it will happen but I'll see what I can do. Hope you continue reading. ^^

RarusuRinnu1310: Please forgive Kisuke's way of thinking. He's not ready yet, I think. In this fic, he's only human - a very sexy human. Don't you agree? Haha. I'm glad you liked the previous chapter. As always, thank you. Hope this one is ok with you, too.

MissTeak: It's a relief to know that calling her princess was ok. I was worried about it. I thought of a lot of endearments he could give her (from dumb to dumber). In the end, I just decided to go for it and to hell with the consequences. Haha. As for who would voice it out first, that would be...me. Just kidding. ^^

whitebengal14: Thank you very much. I'm glad you liked it. Hope this one's ok with you, too. About my schoolwork, thanks for wishing me good luck. The way things are going, I really need all the good luck I can possibly get. Haha. ^^

Must add to my THANKS: kinheritance, ScarletTemptress, Ginevra1988, and Lady Emerald Star.