A/N: I know, I know, I haven't been updating lately. I'm doing what I can, I swear. I'm just having such trouble getting any writing done. Original, drabbles/oneshots/stories anything. I'm going to try and get my ass in gear soon, because my head WILL explode if I don't get something done. For now, have a GinRan drabble. This was 285 on the list, purely for any reference you may need. (Not that you really do though).
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. I make no profit from this.
Rangiku can still remember the sensations, but more so the feelings. The way her shirt felt when Gin helped her out of it, the way that despite all those comments he'd made all the time before, he fumbled with the hooks on her bra. The way sparks lit up in her chest when he kissed her is more vibrant a memory, though.
She remembers his gentleness. She remembers that the window was open, but the curtains were closed, and that the room smelled like leaves. Like fall. That, and a hint of sweat tangled with the scent of fall.
Rangiku, on a good day, can still remember Gin's arms around her, afterwards, the way he held her close and didn't let go. On a bad day, she remembers when his arms finally slipped away. But that's not what she's remembering today. Today she's remembering the feel of Gin's hands on the bare skin of her back, somewhere between calloused and soft. She remembers the feel of worn sheets, the way they felt on her bare hips, her bare chest.
On the best days, she can remember the way Gin whispered in her ear how much he loved her as she fell asleep, but on the worst days, she remembers that he disappeared for a week after that.
But today, Rangiku is alone in her office, drinking from a stashed bottle of sake, and remembering. Just remembering.
A/N: Um yeah, kind of a change of pace for me. What'd you think?