Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.

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12.

Gin smiled down at Rukia, lying sprawled on the bed, her expression trusting.

She was such an easy toy to play with. But he would never break her. No, she was much more fun like this, so loyal, so innocent, so adorable. She was growing more curvaceous than she had been, but her mind was still a child's. A contradiction he found amusing.

And one day, on the off chance the hypnosis will wear off and she wakes up naked in his arms remembering everything, it will be the most adorable thing ever.

"Rukia dear, do you love your 'Uncle' ?" Gin chuckled, kissing her neck, watching her eyes close.

"Of course," Rukia replied, smiling softly.

Gin smirked and ran his hands through her hair as he so often did, untying the tangles he found there. "And your 'Papa' ?"

"I love him too, always…" Rukia sighed, wrapping her hands around his back.

As Gin kissed her ear, Rukia whispered "Uncle Gin?"

"Yes?" he whispered into her ear, loving the way she shivered.

"You won't…leave me, will you?"

Gin smirked wider and whispered "Of course not! That would be too cruel to leave such a adorable little dear like yourself alone in the cold world!"

Goosebumps trailed up her spine, and Gin traced the patterns slowly with cold, delicate fingers. She arched her back in delight.

"Thank you," she whispered, "thank you, Uncle Gin…"

Gin smirked as her eyes filled with blind devotion, sweeter than any dessert he had ever tasted.

"Thank you, Rukia dear. It's only right, after all."

As their passion play reached it's end Gin whispered,

"There's nothing better than one big, happy family…"