Undertones
By: WhisperedSilvers
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I been watching for the signs
Took a trip to clear my mind, oh
Now I'm even more lost
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all I'm really asking for is you
"I can't get over your bankai," Hitsugaya huffed when the ice curled against him in a tease, the trails of silk glided over his skin like water at the reishi falls and he fell back against the tree in a dull thud.
"What do you mean?" Rukia blinked snowy lashes and glanced at her hands, "I mean I know I look different, but it's not really bad, is it?"
"Rukia," he shook his head, half in a sigh and half in disbelief, "There are no words to describe your beauty."
"Toushiro," she hissed – wondering if her blush peeked from her bankai form – and tightened her grasp on her zanpakuto, "People can hear you."
Hitsugaya raised a brow, "No one is here."
"There are eyes everywhere," Rukia said patiently, "This is the Kuchiki compound. Nii-sama has spies – well highly decorated officials in the clan – that report to him, you know if there are certain types of talks or behaviors."
"Are you expecting to receive some sort of behavior from me, Rukia?" he smirked at her irritation and tilted his head back to show the hard cord of tendon in the hollows of his neck.
She scowled and blasted him with another puff of biting ice. It had been a week since Captain Hitsugaya declared his intentions towards her clan – she didn't know when her Nii-sama and Toushiro colluded against her, but she would find out – and since then, the clan regulations and propriety have been turned inside and out.
Most of the protests against said union – possible union according to one of the Elder's – was that Toushiro was not of a noble clan. Therefore, not of noble blood. But that also prompted the conversation that Byakuya's sister, was also a street-rat. Talks about that caused the Kuchiki clan head's reiatsu to crackle and the councilmen had been silenced at that. Hitsugaya wasn't having that either, his reiatsu also surged, that was until Rukia grabbed onto his sleeve and tugged him back into his seat.
Captain Hitsugaya's worthiness came from his title. Captain. Byakuya, in his own way, believed that he was worthy of his younger sister's affections – as much as he was uncomfortable with admitting those words aloud – which was why he appointed Hitsugaya into giving the announcement.
Rukia suddenly slammed another breath of cold air against him and that caused him to lose balance, but then he used shunpo to reach the other side of the compound.
"Is it really necessary to train in the Kuchiki lot?" Hitsugaya inquired as he used his shinsei sainou to toss ice needles at her form.
The blade of her zanpakuto stopped them before he could even blink.
"You wanted to come here, remember?" she quirked a snowy brow at that and then slammed another wave of cold air from the tip of her zanpakuto, "Didn't you have a meeting with Nii-sama?"
"Yes," he replied dryly, "He had explained that icing Kuchiki elders are highly frowned upon, no matter how disrespectful and unpleasant they are."
Rukia chuckled at that, "I told you Nii-sama has a sense of humor."
"I didn't want to believe you," Hitsugaya pointed out with a half-smile, "You Kuchiki siblings are too mysterious for your own good."
"I didn't hear you complaining when you declared your intentions to the whole clan," she quirked a brow at that, "I think you liked it."
He narrowed water-colored orbs at that, "What makes you think—"
Rukia cut him off with a stream of ice, pale lavender in the sunlight and it blasted him a few hundred feet back. Using shunpo, Hitsugaya appeared behind her, but she was waiting for him. Flicking her left hand backward, a mist of ice appeared behind her and shrouded the entire field with white.
The thing with elemental users was that with their compatible reiatsu, it's nearly impossible for their element to cause actual harm with each other. It's an emphasis on their power, an accumulation of their strength, the precept of rebirth and destruction. Hitsugaya knew this, which is why he used Flash Step to flicker behind her, teeth scraping down the chill of her neck and the ice was nothing but a tickle against the pearl of his teeth.
"It's not nice to tease," Hitsugaya breathed against the shell of her ear, fingers trailing down the back of nape, his zanpakuto against her throat, the sting of metal nothing but a glide against ice on skin.
"Not very proper are you, Captain Hitsugaya," Rukia huffed a laugh and fought back a shiver when the heat of his tongue slid down the back of her neck.
"You're a bad influence, Rukia," he laughed and pulled back, his blade never leaving her throat, "Yield."
"I could freeze you,"
"No you can't," Hitsugaya chuckled at that, "You could try of course," his shinsei sainou came to curl underneath her chin, tickling the underneath her chin, until her chin began to crack underneath the wavering stream of reiatsu, "We're just too much alike."
"Not just the ice, is it?" Rukia started to melt the ice, slowly, because the amount of reiatsu surrounding her form was just unmeasurable, water running down in beads, trails of silver and the glitter of rain.
"No," he sheathed his zanpakuto into his holster and waited for her, "No it's not."
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You're mine, you're mine
I just wanna say, you're mine, you're mine
Fuck what you heard, you're mine, you're mine
As long as you know who you belong to
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"Tired?" Hitsugaya asked, he threw his arm around her shoulder as they walked out of the Kuchiki complex and held his breath for a brief moment when she rested her weight against his upper ribs.
"Exhausted," Rukia groaned and thrust her chest outwards to ease the knobs of her spine, "I had no idea bankai took so much out of you."
"It's a thing," he replied casually and relaxes against her, "The more you use it, the less strain it has on your body."
"I know, but no one talks about it," she sniffed and cocked a brow at him, "It's like everyone collectively forgot about how difficult bankai is to manage."
"We got used to it," Hitsugaya chuckled, "My full-form bankai is a little disorientating, but once I've learned to manage the shinsei sainou while incorporating the increase in reiryoku, I was able to move just as fast, if not faster than with my shikai."
"I think it's the weight that has me a little out of place,"
"Your ice is much more difficult to melt, it could be from the temperature drop and the frigidness of the air. It might just be an elemental thing too," he mused thoughtfully, "You need to work on your melt to freeze ratio."
"You say that so easily, Captain," Rukia twisted her lips in mock distaste and she still gets surprised when he leans down to kiss her in the out and open.
"Can't you keep up, Rukia?" Hitsugaya murmured against her lips and his fingers twisted in the short strands of night-colored hair, tugging lightly.
"I should be asking that," she breathed against his lips and pulled back, "You were having trouble reaching me."
"I'm with you, always," he declared solemnly.
"I know," Rukia said softly.
They had decided on going to Imperial after training, based on the argument that Hideki-san was spoiling her and was trying to steal her away from his son. Hitsugaya had debated that expanding her palate was the noble and honorable thing to do – Rukia had scowled when he attempted to imitate her Nii-sama – and fired back that he just wanted to take her to a fancy restaurant.
"You're not wrong," Hitsugaya said with amusement, "Remember this place was where we had our first date?"
"That was not a date,"
"Semantics, Rukia,"
The sweet sounds of the flute floated in waves, bouncing off the walls of the restaurant and echoing against the mahogany curves of the banister and woodwork. Hitsugaya did not once let go of Rukia's person until they entered the main lobby, his hand dropped to her elbow, slide down the expanse of her forearm until he tangled his fingers with hers.
"Hitsugaya," he told the hostess—Mimi, if he remembered correctly, was their waitress before, but now, she was their host.
Rukia remembered her, that much he knew.
Her ocean-color hair tied in a high bun, golden orbs glanced at their tangle fingers and she smiled tightly, "Welcome, Captain Hitsugaya. Would you like your usual table?"
"Do you have anything a bit more private?" Hitsugaya tilted his head in consideration and Rukia shot him a glare.
"We have a balcony table," Mimi replied easily enough and then paused, "Would that suit you, Captain?"
"Yes," he gave a curt nod and tugged Rukia towards him, "Please."
Mimi gave him a small smile, grabbed the menus underneath the podium, and ushered the couple up the stairs. It was a slow walk, graceful in the ocean-haired hostess's gait, but too lethargic for the ice-users. She opened the shoji door and motioned them to take a seat.
The balcony seat allowed them to overlook the entirety of the restaurant, while the shoji doors gave them the privacy that they so desired.
"Press on the assist button when you're ready to order," Mimi instructed them, her smile sharp and polite all the same, "Your server will be right out."
When the shoji door slid shut, Rukia eyed the door with disdain, "She's a little off, isn't she?"
"I thought I was the only one who noticed it," Hitsugaya agreed with her thought and took a seat after she did.
"Do you think she's still upset that you didn't return her offer?" Rukia almost snickered at the disgust curling against his cheek.
"She didn't offer,"
"She did," she laughed this time and tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear, "And you ignored her."
"I had more interesting things to focus on," Hitsugaya's eyes burned aqua and teal waters, "You remember, don't you?"
Rukia covered her mouth to hide her smile.
There was a knock against the shoji door before it slid open.
A man with violet-colored hair, tied neatly against the nape of his neck and eyes green like the leaves opened the door. For some reason, he reminded Rukia of her Nii-sama, the same elegant pose, and the aristocratic features that were chiseled against the expanse of his cheekbones down to his jawline.
"Hello," his voice was cultured as well, "My name is Azuma, I will be your server for this evening," he glanced emerald orbs over at Rukia, "May I suggest the white tea? It has notes of violet and almonds."
Hitsugaya's eyes narrowed, "Yes, a pot of white tea. The specialty of Imperial."
"With milk," Rukia chimed in and smiled bashfully, "Please."
Azuma gave a small nod and a small smile at Rukia before he took his leave.
When the door slid shut, the snow-captain scowled at his companion, and accused her, "You were flirting,"
Rukia scoffed, "I don't flirt—it was called being nice."
Hitsugaya looked at her in disbelief.
"Do you see me throwing a fit every time a girl shows interest in you?" she quirked a brow, crossing her arms under her chest, she was quick to point out, "Besides, he reminds me a bit of Nii-sama."
"Does Byakuya ogle you?" Hitsugaya shuddered at the thought.
Rukia shot a blast of ice against his ear and scowled, "Don't be lewd. I meant he was very polite and refined."
"Imperial only hires the best,"
"That was not the point and you know it," Rukia huffed an amused but exasperated breath, "Besides, he was just being friendly. We are paying."
"He wants more than just a tip," Hitsugaya mumbled under his breath.
She gave him a quick kick, the muscles in her legs contracting and extending until it bruised his kneecap. He winced, but was quick enough to catch her foot and thumbed the fine bone of her ankle, "That wasn't nice."
"You weren't nice," she frowned and wiggled when he didn't release the grip he had on her foot. Instead, he cradled the foot in the space between his thighs, a dare in his smirk as he trailed his fingers up and down her calf, "Stop it."
"Stop what?" he asked innocently.
"I will get you for this," Rukia puffed out her cheeks in an almost pout, but inhaled sharply when she felt his shinsei sainou curl around her toes. The cold almost pleasant against the heat of her feet.
"I can't wait to see you try," he laughed at her expression and give her a foot a squeeze, "We should try the shumai here."
"Is it better than Kyoko's?"
"These dumplings aren't blue, unfortunately, and doesn't have lemongrass," Hitsugaya pointed out with a touch of sarcasm, "But it does have pickled ginger and black mushroom."
"I like ginger," Rukia's eyes glittered at that.
"I know," he said softly.
When Azuma came back with a pot of tea, Hitsugaya dropped her foot and the sudden drop in gravity had her stumble awkwardly. She glared at him when Azuma looked at her curiously and placed their order.
"Is there anything else you would like, Kuchiki-san?" Azuma asked her abruptly, his eyes sparkled with something. Something she couldn't define, but his fingers rested against the sleeve of his kimono.
"You know who I am?" Rukia blinked at the sudden honorific.
"Captain Kuchiki comes in twice a month with a few members of each noble clan," Azuma explained, "He's quite famous and he is adored by most of the matrons because he dotes on his little sister, and that would be you would it not, Rukia-san?"
"You're quite informed, aren't you, Azuma-san," Rukia said warily and poured some tea into her teacup.
"Just enough," he gives her a smile and walks back to the door, "I will return shortly with your meals."
Rukia looked at Hitsugaya strangely when the door closed, "That was weird."
"He was flirting,"
"I can't take you seriously when you use that word," she told him unabashedly, sipped her tea when he glowered at her with thinly veiled frustration.
And when they finished their meal, when Azuma came back for the check, his fingers accidentally brushed the inner corner of Rukia's wrist.
If there was frost dripping at the edge of Azuma's bun, Rukia didn't say anything, the jealousy and possessiveness that crackled in Hitsugaya's aqua-colored gems he calls eyes, said it all.
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I miss feeling on you, I miss everything that's real about you
And that's everything about you that's just how I feel about you
Been about you and I'm still about you but
We ain't finished talking
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Hitsugaya kissed her with all the pent up fervor building up inside him, the tension that stretched in threads, sticky and thick, the fibers itching his entire being. Heat flashed in her stomach like kido, burning static and smoke.
Adrenaline was heavy and heady as it pumped inside his blood. He pressed Rukia flushed against his chest, and she wanted him closer and closer—almost as if she wanted to engulf him whole.
Hitsugaya's tongue curled against the inner corner of her cheek, one arm slid diagonally across her back, his elbow digging into her waist and his palm resting against her shoulder. His other hand lifted the back of her thigh, forcing her to wrap her leg around his waist, and he grounded into her.
Rukia whimpered, her mind reeling from the lack of oxygen, head digging into the wall as he swallowed her tongue, his lips moving over hers in waves, pushing and pulling with his teeth.
When he suddenly released her mouth, she desperately gasped for air, his mouth already moving to attack her neck, he left little bites down her jawline, teeth sinking into the sweet-smelling flesh as he bruised her skin with violet flowers and tendrils of ice—teeth scraping a line of fire down her throat.
Hitsugaya's eyes glimmered with aquamarine and sapphires, he pulled back to look at her, forehead against forehead, he breathed harshly, "Is this okay?"
Rukia nodded quickly, she licked a line up the tendon of his neck and grazed the back of his ear with his teeth, "Yes."
She used her shinsei sainou to freeze the remaining pieces of his shirt and then used her nails to rip it apart.
Hitsugaya glanced down at his bare chest and laughed into her neck, "I see you've been practicing."
"What else am I supposed to do when you're doing paperwork?" she pressed a kiss against his pulse, wrapped her legs around his waist, twisted her fingers in the snow of his hair and placed her onto the bed.
"I'll have to set a timer," he breathed into her mouth, settling himself into the space in between her hips and she arched back relishing in the way his weight draped over her, "Set aside time to taste you, to feel you—"
—her fingers scratched a burning line down the length of his spine.
"Rukia," Hitsugaya hissed when she dug her heels into the dimples of his spine, "I'm trying to take my time with you."
"Later," Rukia groaned when his fingers tugged at the v of her shihakusho, her fingers mapping shapes on his chest and she lifted her hips up, "We have time—"
"I know," he exhaled into her ear, "We have all the time in the world," he grinned against her mouth, "Still, let me make this memorable, hm?"
Rukia didn't know when he used shunpo to reach his home, she would take in the visual stimuli and the aesthetic of him later, but right now, she wanted all his attention on her.
Rukia flickered violet orbs to look at him, her eyes never once leaving teal, not even when he uses an ice claw to remove the pieces of her shinigami uniform. He kissed her open-mouthed again, harder, lips on lips, blooming with crushed peonies, and jasmine notes. Hitsugaya's fingers trailed down her arms, dipping in the crook of her elbow, his mouth following until he reached back to the side of her ribs, bindings a tease against the hardened tips of her breasts.
"Take it off," Rukia growled when a finger, feather-light slid over the faint imprints.
"I should teach you some manners," Hitsugaya murmured into her cleavage, ice sharpening into needles and he slices the bandages off without pausing, "Familiar, is it?"
She breathed a laugh and teased, "You may have to remind me."
His fingers brushed over a peaked nipple, exposed to the cold air, he watched the bud pout and bead under his fingers, he replied just as slowly, "Cheeky,"
Then his fingers twisted two rosebuds roughly, rubbing and plucking the nubs until there were sure there were actual sparks of reiatsu. He leaned down, his lips brushing the outer shell of her ear, and ask when she arched back at the sting, "What was that?"
"Please," Rukia's eyes glittered and she chuckled, a faint smile curling against her lips.
Hitsugaya chuckled into her neck, "That's better."
His tongue lavished her neck, sliding down to her clavicle, the flexible muscle leaving a wet trail over her perked nipple, she squirmed at the wet tickle, heat-accumulating against the back of her neck, his eyes caught hers for a brief moment, as he flicked over the tiny nub before enveloping the taut pod into his mouth.
He sucked roughly, violently, his teeth scraping over her nipple to the edge of pain before his tongue soothed the sting with white-hot sparks. She threw her head back, breathing roughly, her legs tightening around his hips as he made sure to leave marks all over her chest before switching to the other mound, his fingers doubling against her saliva-soaked nipple as his mouth worked over the twin.
Then, Hitsugaya summoned his reiatsu and blew gently over her breast.
The tip froze over with ice, then his mouth swallowed the tip—the switch from hot to cold and back to hot short-circuited her brain.
Hitsugaya was satisfied marking her chest with his teeth and splotches. She breathed raggedly, eyes stinging at how intense the heat in her stomach was building and violet orbs frosted over. He pulled at her undergarments, tugging off the flimsy cotton, and shucked the cloth against the tiles.
Hitsugaya skipped her twitching flesh to worship her legs, he pressed oddly-place kisses against her calves, a pearly nibble behind the knee, and she huffed in reflex. He trailed open-mouthed kisses against her inner thighs, a sharp bite here and there. His tongue ran the junction where her thigh and pelvis met.
Finally—he finally, parted her thighs, his fingers feathering over quivering folds, and she groaned, "Why are you moving so slow?"
"They say patience is a virtue,"
"I'm taking away those books I gave you," Rukia exhaled roughly when he nibbled down her sternum and down her stomach.
"They were a gift," Hitsugaya bites back, grabs her hips and yanks her forward until her thighs were strewn over his and with that he introduced his finger into her, his finger curling, she gasped at the cold, biting, feeling of his reiatsu nestling against her inner walls.
Rukia's mind was dizzy from the sharp contrast in temperature, his finger wiggling inside her like an unknown thing. She spread her legs wider for him to enter deeper, stomach prickling with heat, and she keened backward when he slipped in another finger.
Hitsugaya gritted his teeth. Rukia was like molten lava, burning him with just her insides, her essence coating the back of his hands as he scissored her, stretching her and she squirmed with unfulfilled relief. Two fingers became three as he moved quicker curling his digit upwards, he pressed upwards, nearly scratching the rough sponge of her bundle of nerves on the ceiling of her sex.
"Toushiro," Rukia pleaded, her legs trembled at the tension, "Please."
She was getting desperate, from the quick, jagged movements of his fingers, curling, and curling in her, his reiatsu rubbing her in a way that bordered on the edge of prickly, and she squirmed on the bed, quietly, "Please."
He swallowed her cry with his mouth as he finally picked up the pace, her clit throbbing from the lack of attention, but Hitsugaya didn't seem to notice, too engrossed with the way her eyes glittered silver underneath the sunlight. Rukia came without warning, her hands twisting in the sheets as the heat bloomed in her chest, like flowers, covering her lungs, dipping into her throat as she whimpered from the gust.
It was like a fire roaring in her eardrums, she broke away from his mouth to inhale, taking in the air greedily, and eventually, he pulled away. Hitsugaya's fingers glided out of her heat with a wet squelch, her mind spinning from the rush of endorphins, and his face smug as violets sharpened into amethyst.
Rukia frowned at his haughty expression, her limbs were all lax, she twisted in the sheets, and spoke, "Help me sit up."
Hitsugaya raised a snowy brow, his forearm curled underneath her lower back, she was suspended in the air for a few seconds, but seconds were all that she needed. She used her knees to tighten around his stomach, he lost balance for a few breaths, but she managed to knock him flat onto his back.
She crawled over him, sat on his clothed lap, and gave him a grin.
"And what is it that you think you're doing?" he sounded amused.
Rukia grinned, "I want a turn."
Hitsugaya laughed and she felt something warm in her bloom in the middle of her chest. His mouth made this delicate curve, his dimples – Kei's dimples – were two half-moons, sweet in the puncture and heavy in her heart. Teeth glimmered like a seashell in the moonlight, and she felt herself melt at his merriment.
His finger trailed down the valley of her bare breasts, goosebumps left a wet trail down her stomach into the dip of her navel. Hitsugaya used the back of his palm and pressed it into the middle of her lower back. Rukia scrambled upwards to regain her balance, her back in a half-arch as her breasts pressed against his, and her slick folds dampened his dark pants.
"And what is your plan of action?" Hitsugaya asked curiously.
Rukia furrowed her brows, shifting her hips, she grounded into him; hard. She was pleasantly satisfied with how quickly she managed to wipe away that smile of his. He groaned deep in his chest, eyes closed and his hands tightened its grip on her hips.
Bare to his eyes only, he shoved off his pants while somehow keeping balance of her, and then she leaned down to kiss him, teeth nipping his bottom lip as he held the back of her neck. Rukia pulled away to run her mouth against the contours of his neck, sucking hard, making sure to leave plentiful bruises, she wanted everyone – Mimi mostly –to see that he was her's.
"Trying to mark me up?" Hitsugaya muttered when her teeth grazed his pulse point, nails digging into her scalp.
"Are you complaining?" Rukia's voice glittered with reiatsu, lips dropping down to his chest.
Hitsugaya growled when he felt the silk of her skin rub down his stomach, her hand catching onto the head of his length. Her tongue followed the outline of his abdomen, he rasped, "Not in the slightest."
For a minute, Rukia was minutely stunned at the girth of him, he was thick, a little longer than average and she could feel him pulse against the center of her palm. Licking her lips, she shuffled downwards, and carefully brushed a finger up, the feathery motion caused him to breath out a wave of ice that froze the humidity in the air like dewdrops at dawn.
Rukia's hands quickly wrapped around his throbbing phallus, she pumped him, her head resting on his thigh. Her hands began to slip from the pre-cum glossing around his head, but she was mesmerized by the way he clenched his jaw, his eyes darkening to sea-foam, aquamarine stones and snow; when the muscles in his stomach begun to clench, she felt herself hum.
Rukia inched closer, pausing abruptly, she took a tentative lick along the underside of his shaft, her eyes watched his reaction, blood roaring when his eyes widened, his hands dug into the sheets and he hissed, "Rukia."
She enveloped him into her mouth, sliding downward, she attempted to steady her breathing, her tongue running the ridges of each tiny vein and she winced when the snow-captain jerked his hips.
It was like Hitsugaya was in hell and heaven at the same time. The blistering heat, the wet velvet, suctioning force of her mouth had ice curling around his wrists and shattering with every snap of his fingers. His vision had gone blurry, when the ice cracked from his knuckles, he grabbed onto her hair, and it was all he could not do to force her mouth to take him deeper.
Rukia watched him arch back, the veins in his neck like whipcords, protruding and visible. Hitsugaya was very vocal she noticed, he moaned when she took him in deeper, violet orbs began to tear as she forced yourself to take more of him into her mouth, her fingers brushed against his balls, and then she sucked on the tip of him roughly.
"Fuck," Hitsugaya swore, he choked when she cupped him, his thigh muscles were shaking erratically and his hands tightened in her hair "Don't I'll—"
He came with a deep-chested growl. It was like someone took a hot piece of metal, kido-based lightning, and abraded a path down his spine in meticulous cuts. His vision swam and she remained perfectly still as he spilled into her mouth. Suddenly, he yanked Rukia upwards, she yelped at his hastiness, slipping his tongue into her mouth and the taste of himself made him kiss her that much harder.
Teal orbs were wide and silvery as he pulled back, he wiped his own essence from the corner of her mouth and licked his thumb clean.
Rukia watched him starry-eyed, the sensual display made the ache in between her hips more pronounced.
"You're a menace," Hitsugaya suddenly claimed, the drawl at the back of his voice rung in unseen pleasure, a lick of fire that only ignited for her.
"Takes one to know one—woah!" Rukia's voice came to a halt at the sudden blur in movement.
He pushed her back onto the bed, maneuvering her limbs until the front of her knees dug into the soft mattress, with Rukia on her hands and knees and chest flat against the bed. Hitsugaya moved to stand behind her and run a palm flat down the elegant curve of her waist.
"Toushiro what are you—" Rukia's gasp was breathy when she felt his tongue run down her spine. When she had told him – months ago – that her back was quite sensitive, he had given her a look. Now, the ice-captain was quick to take advantage of her vulnerability. His mouth nibbling on her shoulder blades, placing long, wet, kisses down the bumps of her spine, and across the dimples at the base of her tail bone.
Rukia stiffened when she felt his tongue graze her seam from behind, two fingers easily slipping inside, curling hard and her thighs twitched in response. He rubbed the spongy material roughly, a fire pit, igniting, deep in her stomach, simmering like water on a summer's day, and she exhaled with frustration into the sheets.
"Will you let me taste you?"
Rukia blinked and felt the sigh she released into her hips, "Please?"
Hitsugaya squeezed her hips and murmured against a thigh, "I just want a taste,"
His tongue was bold, lewd almost, as he swiped upwards, and her hands grasped the sheets. He paused for a moment, rolling her flavor against the walls of his cheeks, and then he groaned gluttonously. He started from the top, pulling in her folds randomly, his tongue tapping her clit and she squirmed at the lightning bolts striking her womb.
Hitsugaya pulled away too quickly, Rukia whimpered at the loss of friction, but when she felt the blunt head of his cock brush her outer lips, and all she could think was finally.
As much as Hitsugaya wanted to drag this out, take his time, and savor the feeling that was Rukia—he was starting to lose his patience. He rubbed his hand against her upper back and whispered into her ear, softly, "Tell me if you need me to stop."
Rukia nodded but gave verbal consent nonetheless: "Okay."
If there was one thing Hitsugaya never wanted to do, it was hurt Rukia.
Hitsugaya hissed as he eased his way inside her, the velvet of her walls sucking him inside like a vortex. She clenched around him, blistering silk and wetness drenching him to the very bone. He was addicted to the way her back arched and the way she unconsciously pushed back to feel him deeper.
He stretched Rukia out to the point where she felt as if her hips would give out. It had been a long a very long time since she was last sexually active – especially since she started taking on assignments in The World of the Living – and the stretch was a bit biting at first, but he filled the empty ache inside her, and she whimpered softly when he twisted his hips.
It was a glacial pace, he kept pausing to breathe, adjusting his grip on her hips and when the weight of his testes finally kissed her outer lips—he purred.
"How are you doing?" Hitsugaya's nose nudged her ear and she clenched her thighs in response.
His teeth nipping her earlobe in defiance.
"Hmm," Rukia hummed and wiggled her hips. He was so deep inside her, the head of him grazed her cervix, and the pinch was enough to light another matchstick in her womb. She arched her back when his mouth warmed the back of her neck, and she rasped, "Move."
Hitsugaya pulled out slowly until the only the head of his cock was left and then he slid into her. It was a hard pace, slow and deep, burning the blood in her veins and cooling the air in her lungs. It was hard to focus, especially when he put his mouth on the bare of her back, teeth nipping at the edges of fine bone and tracing the freckles on the curve of her waist.
Rukia's shinsei sainou began to leak, covering the bed with frost, the first crush of snow, littering the dark blue sheets like salt in seawater. Then his fingers trailed vines up her arms and his fingers interlocked with hers and he groaned when she grasped him that much tighter.
"You're such a tease," Rukia whimpered when he angled his hips just so and her thighs trembled with every heavy thrust, "Will you go faster?"
"I want to take my time with you," Hitsugaya rasped against her spine, he had said this before, but now he wavered. He gave her hands a squeeze.
"Toushiro," her voice edged on the cusp of shriek when he grounded right into the spot that made her quake and shudder with pinpricks of ice, "Later, I need you now."
Then, Hitsugaya grabbed her, twisted her until she was on top, hips on hips, her chest in his face, and her fingers barely managed to grip onto the headboard, lest she toppled over. He sucked hard on a pink nipple and pulled away with a wet plop, "Move how you want."
Rukia grounded onto him, riding him harder, her head tossed back, ice filtering in the air in a whisper of silver, and her fingers raked down his chest once his thumb brushed over her clit. The muscles in her belly quivered at that, his voice was a cross between a prayer and a breath, "Toushiro,"
One was a plea, the other was a promise, a silent vow of adoration, of desire, of need, of want—of completion.
"Just like that, Rukia," Hitsugaya's eyes softened, his thumb drew tight circles on sensitive pearl and he felt the pull in his gut when she inhaled—the visual stimuli were almost too much for him.
So when his reiatsu curled around that bundle of nerves, the sharp contrast in temperature, caused her to contract, sent her headfirst into an orgasm—muscles rippling and voice cracking.
Hitsugaya could only follow suit.
"I meant for that to last longer," Hitsugaya groaned when Rukia fell against his chest, ink-colored hair spilled over the tan of his chest and his fingers twisted in the short strands, "But you're a little too much for me, Rukia."
"I've been saying that since day one," Rukia laughed into his chest, shifting over, she threw a leg over his hips, ignoring the mess he spilled inside and stared at him with starlight against violets.
Hitsugaya brushed his lips against her temple, fingers sliding inside her and brushing the hood of her clit, "I didn't believe you, then."
She hummed deep in her chest, as he slipped out and cupped her bottom, "How about now?"
"If he's anything like you, Kei-chan might be too much for me too," he mumbled into her neck.
Rukia stiffened. Amethyst orbs widened at the comment, she stared at him for a moment, sat up abruptly and demanded with disbelief, "Toushiro, where did you hear that name?"
Hitsugaya doesn't even bat an eyelash and he swiped a finger down the curve of her jaw, "The flash," he said bluntly, "He's beautiful, isn't he?"
She flushed at that and couldn't understand why she felt embarrassed by that comment. She laid herself back into the pocket of his arm and chest, "He's a part of us."
"He's made from us," Hitsugaya corrected, fingers tracing the bumps down her spine, he pulled her into a slow kiss, and his eyes glimmered teal and starlight, "Should we practice making him?"
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All that I can think of is, we should get married
We should get married
Let's stop holding back on this and let's get carried away
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note1: many thanks to deni who dealt with my three am screams and death by writings LOL. I love you, girl.
note2: this is the finale, now all we have to is head for the epilogue and this fic will come to a close.
note3: songs used – Beyonce ft Drake: mine.
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