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Title: Sleeping Together
Date: 22 December, 2008
Words: 2175
Characters: Hitsugaya, Matsumoto, Renji
Pairings: Hitsugaya & Matsumoto
Inspiration: My desire to see this played out my way 8-)
Summary: What started out as innocent ended up not-so and a hell of a lot more fun.
Rating: T for the usual.

A/N: This is sort of AU in comparison to my normal "Bleach-verse" but is in no way to be considered AU to Kubo Tite's. Just probably seriously non-cannon. A bit long, and I apologize. But it had to be to say what I wanted it to and to actually stick with the humor aspect. In my defense (and Hitsu's) my dreams have a tendency to be nearly as vivid, though never about that. Not yet, anyway. It will be tonight, though, now I've gone and jinxed myself. Lol.


"Matsumoto?" Hitsugaya called out timidly from her bedroom door. She made a noise of assent and he continued embarrassedly, "Can I stay with you tonight?" Still half asleep, she agreed and patted the mattress beside her, indicating he should lie down. Cautiously he took the few steps to her bed and lay beside her, pulling the blanket he'd drug with him over himself and snuggling into it. She placed an arm protectively over him and within minutes both returned to sound sleeping.

During the night, Matsumoto woke, sensing the moon shining brightly through the crack in the curtains, and she didn't feel like opening her eyes just yet. She flexed her fingers, gripping her pillow, and realized said pillow was rather firm and warm all over. And it was moving up and down, just slightly, but enough she could feel it. Matsumoto cracked one eye half open and was met with a wall of white. Strange, pillows didn't move, weren't terribly warm except where they lay under your head, and hers certainly were not white. They had pink pillow slips on them.

Thinking she'd gotten way beyond drunk the night before and was foolish enough to allow someone home with her, she sat up quickly, trying to make heads or tails of the situation. At least she was still fully clothed. That meant nothing… bad happened. Well, maybe they hadn't done anything besides kissing before they both fell asleep. Casting about in her mind she tried desperately to recall who she even came across the night before. Then a thought struck her.

Wait a minute. Why would he have brought nightclothes to wear if we left from the bar? But… I never even went out last night. Taicho made me stay and work on the blasted paperwork while he went out. I wonder where he went, anyway? About that moment, she turned to try and decide who was in her bed, and if she even knew the man (she deduced it had to be male for the lack of breasts). The shock of white hair splashed across her pink pillows and the not-altogether-tall stature of a teenage boy indicated that her very own taicho found his way to her bed the night prior.

Oh, wow. This is bad. This, this is incredibly not good. I don't know how this happened, but, I can only imagine what people will think now. Ah, crap, Matsumoto fretted over the situation, wondering if she should just quietly get up and dressed and leave the room, allowing him to wake up in his own time and discretely do the same. Then she thought better of it. If her cute little taicho wanted to stay with her every night, he most certainly could. Who was she to complain when the male she'd been secretly lusting after climbed into her bed of his own free will?

"Well, aren't you just the cutest surprise a girl could receive in her bed?" she asked aloud, not expecting a response from the still asleep male. Mistakenly thinking there had been a 'round one' she decided she wanted him awake for a 'round two' and started softly planting kisses all over his face and exposed chest. What better way to wake someone?

He began stirring, still lost in half-sleep and making humming noises in pleasure. She placed her lips experimentally on his, and he automatically began moving his with hers. Hmmm, sloppy still. Just a bit. Apparently one making-out isn't enough to teach the child prodigy. Even if I don't remember doing this before, it's the only logical explanation, right? He was nearly fully roused now, entwining his fingers in her hair. Matsumoto gave her own moan of pleasure, humming against Hitsugaya's lips.

Hitsugaya was, unbeknownst to him, fully awake and only thinking he was dreaming. It was a dream like no other he'd experienced before, and he was a willing participant. When Matsumoto straddled him and ground her hips into him, quite by accident, he lost all control but the will to continue kissing the woman atop him and the desire for more intimate contact. Both of which he soon received. He simply never knew his dreams could be so… vocal.

oOoOo

When Hitsugaya woke the next morning, late, he knew where he was and why. He'd had a nightmare, and Matsumoto was… killed. So he came to check on her and assure himself that she was indeed alive and well. And ended up sleeping in her bed with her. Only for her protection and his peace of mind.

As he lay still, the other 'dream' came back to him, and he immediately grew worried that he'd said something, or worse, done something… provocative in his sleep. He decided to act ignorant and pretend to know nothing about the situation. Until he realized, of course, that his fukutaicho was lying with her very naked chest pressed into his equally naked back. A quick lift of the cover revealed two very much completely naked figures still rather entwined with one another.

He was fighting down the panic as Matsumoto stirred beside him, kissing him softly on the cheek and whispering, "Mmm, you really are the cutest thing a girl could wake up next to."

His cheeks immediately reached a deep red shade. He made a guilty sort of noise as he moved to face her.

"Erm, Matsumoto, this isn't what it looks like, I'm sure," he began, barely able to annunciate each word correctly for the shaking his body was currently doing. Matsumoto looked a bit shocked, she'd never seen Hitsugaya so nervous in their time together.

Matsumoto laughed softly, enjoying seeing him so out of sorts. "I don't know, it looks to me like you crept into my bed last night, and I didn't even know it. Then, you took advantage of li'l ol' me," Matsumoto declared, smiling brightly. Hitsugaya stammered out a nearly unintelligible apology then made to get up from the bed, grabbing for his blanket and nightclothes. Matsumoto clutched onto his arm at the crook of his elbow, giving him pause and forcing him to face her. She laughingly told him, "It was fun, right? So, no big deal. I mean, we could turn it into a big deal…" She left her offer hanging, half-joking, half-serious.

Hitsugaya sat at the edge of the bed, facing away from her. He was silent so long she wondered if he had fallen asleep again, sitting upright. She ventured a small, "Taicho?" and when he gave no indication of responding she grew worried.

When Hitsugaya managed a response, it shocked her. "Matsumoto, doesn't it bother you?"

"Does what bother me?"

"That this has happened? The rumors already say you slept your way to the top, and now… I'm sorry, Matsumoto. I caused this and I can't fix it. I'm so sorry." Matsumoto stared at the back of her taicho, wondering exactly what in Seireitei he could be talking about.

"Oh," Matsumoto said simply, eventually understanding his point. "Bah, who cares what anyone else thinks. As far as I'm concerned, you can do what you want with me. As long as it doesn't involve any of that incredibly kinky stuff. You know, bondage, S and M, that sort of thing," she laughed flirtatiously, not willing to allow the mood to turn sour (well, unless she made him angry). "Though," she added, "I did always want to try it with toys. I dunno, that always seemed a fun idea."

Hitsugaya's blush, a mix of embarrassment laced with a tiny bit of anger, spread from his cheeks to his neck, and even the flesh of his back turned a bit pink. "Matsumoto!" he whispered harshly, trying to hide his embarrassment in anger.

"Well, it does sound like fun," she answered, feigning hurt and acting as innocently as possible. "I bet Hisagi could get me some good connections. There was this place in the real world that sold some interesting looking things. I'd have bought something then, but I didn't know I'd have a use for it so soon." Hitsugaya's sounds of exasperation made her wonder if he was wishing for a wall to bang his head against.

"Please be serious about this, Matsumoto. This is not a laughing matter. I brought this predicament on you, on us, when I came in here last night. And I'm sorry."

"Speaking of that, why did you sneak in here last night, anyhow?" Matsumoto asked, curiosity finally getting the better of her.

Hitsugaya did finally face her again, blush settling heavily on his face. He mumbled lowly, "I had a bad dream…"

Matsumoto, sensing his uncertainty, quietly urged him for more. "A bad dream about what, Taicho?"

If possible, he looked more embarrassed. "You and I were fighting an Arrancar, I don't even remember who, but he knocked you out of the air and… you fell… and…" he swallowed audibly, looking sad and fearful, "I had to make sure for myself you were okay. It was so… real… so vivid…"

Giving a light chuckle, she wrapped her arms around him, hugging him close. "Well, I'm here now. And you're here now, too. So, why don't we make something happen?" She pulled away from him and he looked confusedly to her. She smirked, a gleam that usually meant trouble for Hitsugaya flashing in her eyes. Leaning forward so that she could whisper in his ear, she brushed her lips just close enough to elicit a shiver from the young taicho. "Why don't we do something with our time? If people are going to be talking, let's make it good and true, what they're saying." She pressed her lips lightly to his skin, just below the earlobe. He shivered again, not quite sure what to do with what she was doing to him.

"Matsumoto, what are you doing?" he asked, heady undertones to his calm question. She kissed him lightly again, and again managed to receive the same response. "We can't do this."

"Says who? Because it looks like you're enjoying it. And I know I am. Besides, we've done this before, or don't you remember?" Matsumoto responded, her voice betraying her flirtations with nerves.

"I'm sure there's something somewhere that says you can't date your subordinate."

"But, Shiba Kaien did. And he even married her," Matsumoto protested.

"I'm sure there's something about taichos and fukutaichos, though. I don't even want to think about the trouble we'll be in. We could possibly loose our ranks," he tried again, afraid to give in to the whirlwind of emotions fluttering in his abdomen a second time. Now that he knew he wasn't dreaming, especially.

"Well then, Nanao and Shunsui should have been demoted about three years ago, at least. If not sooner." Matsumoto reigned triumphant, but Hitsugaya remained determined.

'But, what about… you know?" he tried, unwilling to condemn himself.

"What about what?"

"Aren't I a bit… erm, young and…" he cursed himself silently, but came out with the next words anyhow, "I'm too young and short for you, aren't I?"

Matsumoto relented her position, where she still teased his skin, blowing small breathes of air lightly on it, and burst into giggles. "If that were the case, I'd have transferred divisions long ago. And you've already proved to me just how not short you really are." She took advantage of his shock and kissed him on the corner of his mouth. "Unless you think I'm too old and too tall?" she queried, knowing a resounding no was the correct answer.

Eyes widening a bit in shock, Hitsugaya shook his head firmly. "Seems like a stupid thing to waste time worrying over to me."

oOoOo

They never left her room that day, with the exception of a quick jog to the market for food. Matsumoto even forsook her drinking buddies and their sake. Of course, the smile on Hitsugaya's face the next day at the joint taicho-fukutaicho meeting had everyone else worried.

"Hitsu-taicho?" Renji queried, worry obvious on his features. Hitsugaya looked to him, curious what the man could be so worried about. "Erm, are ya feeling okay today, Hitsugaya taicho?"

"I feel great, actually. Why do you ask?" Hitsugaya grinned again.

Renji scratched at his head nervously. "Ehehe, well, you were just acting a little… over happy today, and I was afraid some 12th division freak mighta drugged you or something."

Matsumoto found her way to the duo and stood equally as happily beside Hitsugaya, smiling devilishly. "I've not been acting… strange lately, have I?" Hitsugaya asked her.

"No, not that I could tell. Why?" Matsumoto responded, looking curiously to Renji with that same smile lingering on her face.

Renji looked like a dear in headlights as he struggled to find an answer that wouldn't get him killed. "Something seemed a little… different today, and I was just concerned is all. No big deal."

As Renji scampered away, taking refuge in his own unchanging taicho, Matsumoto leaned in and kissed Hitsugaya quickly on the lips. "You should smile more often, Toshiro. It really freaks them out."