Chapter Thirty-Five:

Heather's POV

Jūshirō and I were in bed, chatting lazily about our days. He was always great company, despite the way we started out. When Midori was first born, we spent most of our time arguing, but as the years rolled by, he and I came to an understanding. I remembered when I first got to the Seireitei, I was desperately head over heels about this man and then life pulled me in another direction. Those feelings for him only recently returned to me. I did not know how to talk to him about it but I had been doing a lot of things that I hoped would get his attention. I wanted to find an excuse to at least touch him just because I wanted to. I kissed him earlier today and he had been acting strange when he got home afterward. I guess he liked it, my only hint was how his face lit up the second I greeted him.

He stretched himself out, making a sound that brought me back to the then and now when I got the notion to tickle his side. His body tried to squirm away as he chuckled lightly. "Don't start something you can't win." Shirō warned me playfully. I took his advice as an open challenge and repeated the action defiantly. He laughed out loud and retaliated the assault. I giggled at the contact and stopped before giving him a insolent expression. I was not about to be outdone by him! This means war! I reached over and used both hands to my advantage, running my fingers over his stomach playfully. He laughed loudly trying his best to flee from my grasp without falling out of bed. Unfortunately, his reach was farther than mine. He playfully shoved my hands away and proceeded to beat me at my own game. I rolled onto my back in attempt to retreat, almost out of breath. He seemed to have sensed that I was temporarily down and pounced on top of me in order to continue his assault. "I give! I give!" I eventually surrendered, laughing.

He stopped and chuckled happily as we stayed where we were just staring at each other as we tried to calm down. I felt so content, not even the fact that we were positioned in a compromising way bothered me. My body moved on impulse when I decided to tease him. I ran my hands down his chest slowly and smiled when I heard him gasp softly, seemingly enjoying the contact. To my surprise, he responded by leaning forward and kissing me deeply.

My mind had went completely blank, his lips felt good against mine as I returned the kiss. It seemed like glorious hours before we broke apart though it was not enough. The contact, him: I needed more of both. I reached up and kissed him again while wrapping my arms around his neck. He sighed in relief and deepened the kiss. It was not long before our hands started exploring each other. I nipped at his bottom lip experimentally, wondering if did anything for him. I received a chuckle before he brushed my lips with his tongue, asking me for entry. I parted my lips and granted him his request which he took without a second thought. I was surprised at his sudden change in behavior but I was not about to complain.

I let my hands wander Shirō's body, a tinge frustrated at the clothing that was covering his form. He always seemed embarrassed about his body. While I can not help but to marvel at how firm he felt despite his petite build. I reached to the rim of his jinbei shirt tugged it upward until he stopped me. I looked at him in confusion as he pulled away. Jūshirō looked down at me with an uneasy smile on his lips. "Patience, my dear." He tried to console me as he tried to do a little exploration of his own. He traced my frame with his fingertips, watching me carefully as he placed his hands on my breasts. I gasped loudly, even through the clothes this felt good. Despite the obvious distraction he tried to set, I still wanted to see him. He dipped his hands under the folds of my sleeping yukata and almost expertly played with my body. So much for the 'painfully virginal' impression a lot of his fans had of him. I almost moaned when I felt his hips trust against my own. A certain need of his had grabbed my attention and I looked up at him in surprised question. He had a mischievous glint in his eye when he explained himself playfully, "You faded off on me." Virgin my ass! He knew perfectly well what he was doing.

"I want to see you." I told him longingly. He looked back at me uncertainly and then eventually caved, shrugging out of his shirt while watching my expression nervously. He was a little too thin but the muscles that he had certainly made up for whatever flaw he thought he had. I reached up and caressed his flesh while marveling at the sight. Only a couple of ribs jutted out but only slightly, creating the illusion that he was better built than he really was. "Wow." I breathed. That was all I could really say. Jūshirō hung his head a little as he told me, "You don't have to pretend. I know it's bad." "Say what?!" I let the words fly out of my mouth before I could fully process them. "Don't tell me you like how I look." he retorted skeptically. "Baby, you look like you live on a basketball court." I replied, barely able to take my eyes off of him. "Basketball?" he questioned. Before I could hear the upcoming question, I practically pushed him onto his back and straddled him. I then leaned down to kiss his face. Shirō maneuvered himself so he was able to reach my lips. I slid my hands over his torso once again but slowly, marveling the feel of his body. He hissed in pleasure at the feeling and dove his hands under the yukata once more and gave my breasts a needy squeeze. I was not sure what came out of my mouth, but I am pretty sure it was a gasp, a moan and a surprised squeak mixed together. Jūshirō raised an eyebrow at me with a smirk in place. "What was that?" he critiqued playfully while fighting with my obi. "Your fault." I replied, swatting his hands away and proceeded to untie the troublesome belt. He was not exactly acting very patient. Shirō was usually a well-controlled man, but now was different. He hastily pushed my clothes off and looked me over. Jūshirō sat up and kissed me softly and ran a hand over my stomach before telling me sweetly, "You're beautiful."

I melted, I could not help it. Shirō rolled both of us so I was on my back again. I guess it was a masculine thing to be on top, not that I was complaining. He pressed himself against me and I was now fully aware of what he wanted. I felt a similar want pool in between my legs. Jūshirō suddenly shifted so he was hovering over me, causing me to whimper involuntarily. He smiled brightly, obviously pleased to know that I wanted him. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." he assured while reaching for the rim of his pants pulling them off with ease. I could not help but to stare. I had my suspicions about how big he was, but jeeze. I could honestly say that I was impressed. "I'm up here, Heather." Shirō teased, redirecting my attention. "Indeed you are." I replied as I proceeded to undo the last thing on him. I watched his hair cascade down his shoulders and frame his face, this man was going to be the end of me. I leaned up and kissed him ardently, he used his weight to settle me back down, I noticed his hand slither in between my legs. Instinctively, I opened them wider in order to help him continue with his exploration and jumped when he found what he was looking for. "You're soaked already." Jūshirō gasped. All I could do was reply with a soft hum, "Mhm."

Shirō plunged his fingers into me and pumped into me a few times while using his thumb to— "Oh!" I exclaimed, starting to be overtaken by the rhythm. Almost as soon as it started, Jūshirō pulled away and quickly replaced his fingers with the tip of his manhood. I gasped at the feeling of being filled so intimately as my husband pushed himself deeper until he was fully sheathed. I could feel it in his the stiff movements of gentle thrusts that he was holding back. No doubt that he was worried that he would hurt me during our first time together. He felt so good, gasping and moaning was the only thing that my brain could allow me to do. My own body had a mind of its own. I felt my hands tangle in his hair and my hips started trying to match his rhythm. I was only mildly aware that my voice was getting too loud when I heard Jūshirō say in between thrusts, "Shh…You're going- to wake-Midori." He suddenly scooped me into an embrace and continued to ram into me. The slightly shifted angle made him go deeper in and I wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed him further in. I was so close, I felt myself spiral out of control. I bit his shoulder to prevent myself from screaming out. Shirō gasped out in pain, snapped his hips forward and I felt a familiar, hot sensation flow into me. We panted heavily as our bodies were spiraling out of our highs.

My husband perched himself on his elbows and looked at my silhouette. I don't recall blowing out the candle but I really could not care less. "Is it a crime to want to do that again?" he asked after regaining his composure. I kissed his nose, thinking that his idea was not a bad one. Right now, I cannot thank Unohana enough for recommending contraceptive teas right after we got married. Honestly, I never thought that I would need them. I cleared my thoughts and whispered to him, "This time, I top."