A little smut in here for you guys - don't like, don't read after the line break!

And sadly, I still don't own Bleach or Gin (Sakura does though!) XD

It had been two weeks since Sakura had spoken to her next door neighbors – two weeks since they had all fought. Apart from the occasional romp in the bedroom, Sakura had been busy helping Gin in the garden or working on some new poison recipes with him.

"I want ya ta learn. Don't ya want ta know?" he told her when she asked.

She was about to say she didn't mind learning but she didn't think he was telling her the truth. But, before she could say it, he distracted her when he started going on about the basic things she would need to know.

It had been a week and a half since she had started learning about poisons. They had already gotten the gardening done – she had even finished working on the First Division gardens with her father – and there was another month of school before their one month break.

"Alright, what if we added this to the mix and –" she began and picked up a small bottle.

Gin shook his head, "No – that would be a potentially explosive mixture."

"And what we made in BioChem last month wasn't?" she argued sarcastically.

He frowned at her, "Remember the baby fireball that mixture produced? We're lucky it set off the sprinklers an' fire alarm. Ya mix those two chemicals together – an' ya friends will be puttin' our remains in the same matchbox."

She set the container down slowly and laughed nervously, "Forget I mentioned it."

"I will, but ya'd better remember – I'd rather have ya around for a good while longer an' not in a matchbox," he teased.

"I think I'd enjoy that too," she blushed. "Anyway – so what if we do this instead…"

They had worked on different recipes for several hours and ended up cleaning up around midnight and crashing at her place – something that wasn't uncommon anymore; they spent most nights together – sex was optional. Tonight was one of those nights that were pretty sensual – whether it would turn out to be sexual was something they didn't really try to predict.

Sakura giggled when Gin planted a kiss right behind her ear, one of his hands on her waist, the other was on her shoulder. She ran her nose along his jaw line, feeling his smirk against the skin of her collarbone, and ran her hands up his chest before hooking them around his shoulders.

The hand on her waist slid under her back and she arched enough for him to undo the clasp of her bra. Before she could take it off he had one strap clasped gently in his teeth and skilled fingers tugging the other one off of her shoulder. Once he got the contraption off of her, it was tossed aside to be hunted in the morning – or maybe they would notice it later (it did look kinda funny hanging from the ceiling fan).

She tugged him up for a kiss, softly moaning when one of his hands cupped a breast and played with it, rolling it around and tugging on the nipple gently.

"Mmm, Gin," she breathed when they broke the kiss. One of her hands dropped down to his chest, running a soft thumb over one of his nipples. He groaned and bit his lip – she knew how sensitive he was and she always enjoyed taking advantage of it.

"Kami, Sakura," he panted softly, "Why do ya always do that? Ya know it makes me lose focus."

"Only for a second, love," she whispered. "And that's all I need." She grinned before flipping them over.

"Sakura what are – oh…" he started asking but was cut off with a pleasured sigh when she started attacking his neck, jaw, and collarbones with light kisses, her fingers working their magic as they trailed across his torso and stomach. He grabbed her hips and was about to flip them over again when Sakura moved and, before he had time to process what happened, pinned his hands above his head.

"What the…Sakura – c'mon, this ain't fair," he protested.

She stuck her tongue out playfully – he thought it was one of the cutest things she did when they were in the bedroom – and smiled innocently, "You're always on top Gin – I wanna have a turn."

"Why didn't ya just say so?" he snorted.

"It wouldn't have been this easy – or this fun." Her innocent smile had transformed into a mischievous grin. "Don't you agree?"

She bent down and swirled her tongue around one of his nipples, the fingers of her free hand toying with the other. Gin would be lying if he said that he wasn't enjoying it – all those lovely sensations went straight to his cock. A moan crept out of his throat against his own will, and Sakura's knees on his thighs were doing a damn good job at keeping his hips still.

"Ah, Kami…Sakura…" he groaned as the hand that had been teasing a nipple went down and danced just that far from his aching manhood. She giggled and it both turned him on and annoyed him – she knew exactly what she was doing to him. She slid her feet to the outside of his legs, raised her rear end up and slowly pulled off those sexy little red, lacy, bikini-style panties that he loved. He could see her juices glistening in the candlelight when she tossed them to some other part of the room (and they just happened to land on the framed photo she had sitting on her dresser – the photo just happened to be of her family).

She sat back down on her knees, stretched over him so she could still restrain his hands.

"Promise to do what I say, Ichimaru-taichou?" The way his name and title fell from her lips made Gin shiver with delight – only Sakura could say it like that and have it not be awkward or gross.

"What are ya gonna say?" he breathed.

"Oh don't worry, you'll find out soon enough," she smirked. "Promise you'll behave or I'll go find those handcuffs."

"Why the hell do ya have handcuffs?" he was surprised.

"They're from Grimmjow – a gag gift," she shrugged. "I've never had to use them in the way he intended before – but trust me, they work. I had to handcuff him to a chair last year to keep him from killing my friends."

He swallowed – that was a little scary, and the look on her face didn't calm his sudden thrill of fear.

"Oh…ok…I promise – I'll behave," he nodded slowly and agreed reluctantly.

"Good," she laughed and slowly released his hands. "So stay there – and no touching!"

He frowned but begrudgingly kept his hands to himself – and his legs and his cock.

Sakura scooted to the end of the bed and leaned against the foot board. She cupped one of her breasts in a hand, toying with it, two fingers in her mouth – and Gin could see how she was swirling her tongue around the digits. Her orange eyes were open and fixed solely on him. When the fingers came out of the mouth, they went to the neglected breast and worked the nipple. She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering shut and his name dropping from her lips. The fingers of her other hand were in her mouth now, and soon repeated the process of its twin. One hand slowly trailed down her skin, past her waist and closer to her nether regions – Gin couldn't help but notice her wiggling her hips in anticipation. She slowly spread her legs. The fingers touched her clit and she took in a sharp breath which was quickly followed by a moan of his name. The saliva-coated digits gently played with her clit – teasing herself, he realized – and the fingers of the other hand were trailing just on either side of her lower pair of lips.

Gin bit his lip and gripped the sheets he was sitting on (so tightly that his knuckles were turning white), when she moaned especially loudly when she slid one of those slim digits into the slick pink folds.

"Ah, Gin…oh, Gin…right there – oh yes! Right there," she called softly as she started pumping two fingers in and out of herself. "Ah…more…yes, oh Kami that's it!" She slid a third finger in, her hips bucking forward into her own hand. The one that had been working her clit slid up to play with a breast.

Her moans and bucking were increasing and the scent of her arousal was driving Gin insane. He leaned forward – forget keeping this promise – but she put a foot to his chest and pushed him backward.

She cried out, louder than before, and he watched – enraptured – as she rode out her orgasm, still saying his name. Once she had come down from her high, she took her fingers out and licked them clean – making sure to look Gin in the eye the whole torturous time. Then, still panting slightly, she sat up and moved to the side of the bed.

She patted the edge she was standing in front of and said seductively, "Come here taichou."

He cautiously moved to the edge where she indicated and was pleasantly surprised when she straddled his lap. He went to touch her, wrap her up and kiss the living daylights out of her but she stopped him:

"I didn't say you were allowed to touch yet!"

"Kami…I'd hate ta see ya on Halloween…" he muttered.

She giggled and could feel his moans as she licked, kissed and nibbled her way up and down his body. She propped herself up on her knees, her breasts in his face (he had to use every ounce of self-restraint – and borrowed some from some unknown greater being – to not take those lovely globes into his mouth) so she could pull his boxers off with a little assistance from him. She sat back down, his dick grazing her clit – they both moaned at the contact.

She slid off of his lap and knelt before him, spreading his legs apart. Sakura took his head in her mouth, teasing it as she lapped up the pre-cum collecting there. She took the rest of him in slowly, fighting her gag reflex. One of her hands went to tease his balls; the other was in between her own legs. She sucked and hummed and swallowed around him, but every time she felt him close to his climax, she pulled away – three times she did this; three times too many for Gin.

Sakura stood up, Gin still unsatisfied but keeping on his promise (much to his chagrin). She pranced over to the end of the bed, leaning over and gripping the footboard tight – her ass and pussy sticking out behind her. And then she said the words he wanted to hear: "Come and get it…"

Now, it was his turn. As much as he wanted revenge – it would wait for another night. He ran his cock along her folds and clit before slamming into her. He set a hard and fast pace, giving her exactly what she wanted when she asked for it. It wasn't long after he had set that unrelenting pace when he felt her walls fluttering around him and his balls tightening.

"Ah…oh Kami…ah fuck – GIN!" she cried and her body froze as her orgasm ripped through her and him as well. Gin couldn't hold out and she milked him for all she was worth, he called out her name, just not quite as loudly as she had cried out his. Panting, sweaty, and both leaning hard on the footboard, he slid out of her and placed a kiss on her cheek.

"Dear Kami…I don't know if I wanna go through that again," he muttered. "It's torture."

Sakura laughed, "But wasn't that fun?" He looked at her and laughed softly at the delirious grin on her flushed face.

"Ask me again in the morning," he sighed. "Let's go get cleaned up."

"Hai, taichou."