A/n: I own nothing. Thanks to SesshomaruFreak for checking that this wasn't absolute shit before I posted and for telling me that she like awkward!Yoruichi which I subsequently played up. Don't worry I don't expect pack reviews I know this isn't your thing. For anyone else this is Yuri PWP, you've been warned.


Cat's Meow (by Timewaster123456789)

Yoruichi chased her young protégé through the woods in a friendly training game of tag. Really it was more endurance training, since she ran only fast enough to push Soi Fon to her limit, careful to not get closer than twenty feet. She landed on the next tree ready to skip off, when she saw the girl slip. She halted and winced as she watched Soi Fon land heavily, with a leg on either side of the thick branch she'd tried to land on. A silent moment passed then Soi Fon let out a small groan and fell. Yoruichi dropped to the forest floor and tried not to laugh as she approached the small, twitching ball of Shinigami on the ground.

Soi Fon rolled to her hands and knees, well one hand, the other was clutching the area between her legs. She stood slowly, without removing her hand, but remained doubled over slightly. Yoruichi knew she should have felt concern, sympathy or even amusement. Instead, she'd become aware for the first time of —acutely aware— of the contours of Soi Fon's hips where her hakama was pressed close by the girl's hand. Aware of the soft bit between those hips that her hand was pressed against protectively. Her hand moved slightly massaging the 'injury' with her fingers, shaping the fabric beautifully, leaving little to the imagination. Damn. Apparently, it left enough because Yoruichi's imagination was currently in a very deep rabbithole.

She swallowed and gave her head a shake, she had to be professional, it wasn't like they'd just met, she'd known Soi Fon for years, it just suddenly seemed like she was really seeing her. Damn. She approached the girl, who at the same moment seemed to notice that Yoruichi was still there. She dropped her hand with visible effort blushing to her hair line. Yoruichi hoped her disappointment didn't show. She didn't remember Soi Fon being so cute when she was flustered, amusing sure but not so...inviting. She wondered what the girl would do if she kissed her. Today probably wasn't the time to check.

"I think we're done for the day," Yoruichi said, her voice strained.

"No I can…" she trailed off at Yoruichi's 'give me a break' look. She took a step and immediately staggered, She caught herself with one hand on the tree, her right went back up between her legs. Yoruichi tried not to groan.

"I could carry you," she offered. Say yes.

She knew how proud Soi Fon was so was surprised when the girl almost fell over trying to bow and immediately replied, "Arigato, Yoruichi-sama." Yoruichi scooped her up, an action that nestled the girl's breasts against her own right one and placed her left arm around a tight, toned butt. It occurred to her as she flash stepped back that she should have picked her up facing forward, but she couldn't change now without making things more awkward, she told herself that at least. At any rate Soi Fon hadn't complained and it had the added advantage of hiding the hand that Soi Fon still had pinned between her legs.

Deciding that it wouldn't be a good idea to take her to the barracks she brought Soi Fon to her own apartment-loft and settled her on the couch.

"I'll be right back," she said. Yoruichi went into the kitchen and sighed. Her thoughts were a mess and she felt her heart pounding painfully fast. She closed her eyes for a moment then with another sigh opened the freezer and got out a bag of ice.

She returned and handed the ice to Soi Fon.

Soi Fon hesitated, was that disappointment or her over stimulated imagination?

"Arigato, Yoruichi-sama," she said. She took the bag, Yoruichi's eyes widened as she settled it between her legs, pressing it gently against herself. She'd assumed Soi Fon would go into the bathroom, if she didn't know better she would have sworn there was a flicker of defiance in the girl's eye. Yoruichi tore her eyes away with effort and went to make tea.

She turned around, "Would you like Sencha or..." Her train of thought derailed as Soi Fon shifted, pressing her crotch against the ice and raising her hips slightly. Surely she was simply seeking relief, but Yoruichi just saw the slow grinding motion and was suddenly very jealous of the ice. On second thought maybe she needed ice herself or they could share. She turned away licking her lips and sought a distraction.

"You want some food?" she asked, hoarsely.

"Uh yes please Yoruichi-sama," Soi Fon replied there was something odd in her tone, but Yoruichi's brain wasn't concerning itself with analysis.

Yoruichi put together her favorite sushi dish, dragged a small side table over to set the plate on and settled on the floor on the other side to eat facing Soi Fon. They the food in silence for a bit, and Yoruichi tried not to stare at that lucky little ice bag.

"This is amazing Yoruichi-sama!" Soi Fon gushed.

"It's just sushi and stop calling me that," Yoruichi said, but she felt pleasure at the praise warm her, glad that she had pleased the girl.

They swapped some small talk about the squad as Yoruichi grew increasingly awkward. She desperately wanted to head the conversation in a more personal direction, yet realized that she knew next to nothing about her subordinate. Also she's your subordinate, the part of her brain that was still functioning put in helpfully. The rest of her ignored it. Eventually Soi Fon stood slowly and they exchanged pleasantries and courtesies before she limped out. With regret Yoruichi watched her slim form leave, before heading to the bathroom for a shower.

The next few weeks Yoruichi could not get the Soi Fon out of her head. Once in training she'd accidentally brushed Soi Fon's breast, the girl had looked at her with such desire that she knew she must have imagined it. The image was burned into her mind regardless. She asked the girl out on her lunch break a few times and found out that she didn't really have any interests outside of training and reading tactical manuals. She racked her brain for an activity they could do together, well one that Soi Fon would agree to at least, the less practical part of her brain was quite adamant about the answer. She finally decided to teach her mahjong, under the pretext that it was a great tool for teaching tactics.

It turned out over the course of their weekly games that Soi Fon had quite a sense of humor and an odd weakness for cute things. She particularly liked the cat ears Yoruichi had worn one night. She gave them to Soi Fon as a gift before they parted ways. The girl stared like she was holding the soul crown before quickly putting them on. That settled it right? They were fake cat ears, that had to be proof that Soi Fon reciprocated her feelings. As they stood there saying goodbye it occurred to her that she could test that theory very easily. Occurred to her? She'd been thinking about it non-stop for weeks. She didn't hear what Soi Fon was saying, too occupied with the way her small, perfect mouth move. Just one good night kiss, that would answer it definitively. Definitive, final.

"Goodnight," she said and walked back to her apartment, cursing her cowardice.

Then one day about two months after their impromptu sushi dinner Soi Fon had come into her captain's 'office', an attic space in which she had plenty of cushions to lounge on. Soi fon'd wanted to bitch about Uruhara, but Yoruichi didn't really hear her on account of the way she was crouched on her knees, crotch almost but not quite, touching the cushion she straddled. Her mouth had gone dry and she wondered if her vice's had too. Soi Fon wriggled forward and she realized her vice had stopped talking, she must have known what she was doing as she came within touching distance Yoruichi reasoned. Yoruichi licked her lips, reached a hand out to caress her little nymph, her confidence evaporated as she felt Soi Fon's breath on her hand. She was suddenly, absurdly terrified that she'd been misinterpreting all along and was about to torch her reputation and possibly career. Yoruichi cupped her head, leaned over and kissed her vice …fuck. Oh well. Since when had she followed the rules.

Soi Fon's mouth opened to accept her tongue, sucked on it greedily, enticingly as she explored the girl's mouth. Her right hand slid into Soi Fon's kosode cupping a small, but perfectly round and adequate breast, her thumb massaged the tit and Soi Fon arched her neck back eyes closing in pleasure. Yoruichi allowed her own eyes to close for a moment as well. She slipped her other hand in sliding the kosode down for better view and better access. Oh they were definitely adequate, she thought as she broke the kiss to untie the Kosode and tossed it aside, returning her hands to the ivory skin of her breasts.

The little vice leaned into her touch, even as Yoruichi slowly moved her hand down Soi Fon's ribs, onto her leg. Soi Fon yelped a little in surprise as she raised her hand along the inside of her thigh to her crotch pressing against the fabric of her under garments. Her middle finger pressed harder, stroking along the center of her pussy it was damp even through the cloth. Soi Fon mewled, Yoruichi responded to the sound and gently pushed her vice back, the girl went with it. She rode over landing on top, grinding their pelvises together, dominating to the soundtrack of her vice's pleasure. She slid her hands into the waist of Soi Fon's hakama and grabbed her bare hips as the girl moaned again. She licked up her flat, tight abs and the girl whimpered. Apparently she had interpreted correctly. Yoruichi rose and Soi Fon made a desperate sound, confused until she returned fifteen seconds later with a strap-on. The girl stripped so fast that she wondered if it was a new shunpo technique.

"Uh Yoruichi-sama," Soi Fon began, her cheeks turned red and she seemed to have found the floor fascinating. Yoruichi froze, what had gone wrong?

"Please don't call me that, it's weird when you're naked," she said forcing a laugh. Was that it? Is she only here because I outranked her? Yoruichi wondered.

"May I wear these?" she asked. Yoruichi looked up and broke into a grin to see Soi Fon holding up the cat ears, still intently focused on the floor. Why the hell does she even have them? Has she just been carrying them around or something? Yoruichi wondered.

Instead of voicing her curiosity she said, "Definitely." She let her eyes rove over Soi Fon openly, with hope that her obvious appreciation would make the girl less shy. Anyway a lithe Soi Fon, naked except for cat ears was certainly something to appreciate. If they ever did this again she would have to provide a tail to go with them. Soi Fon finally looked at her sheepishly and she realized that she had been staring too long and took a couple of steps toward the girl.

"It's okay I don't have..." Soi Fon broke off as Yoruichi licked one of the felt covered ears like she was a cat grooming it, Soi Fon gasped in a way that made Yoruichi want to keep licking until she heard it again and not necessarily stop with the 'ears'. She groom-licked the 'ears,' then down her neck and shoulders, circling sensuously around her body on hands and knees.

She grabbed her girl's hips again, from behind this time and rocked her forward. Soi Fon bucked as she thrust deep with the strap-on, that toned little butt fit perfectly against her own wider hips. Soi Fon gasped in pleasure with every slow deliberate stroke as Yoruichi made an effort not be too rough in her eagerness. Yoruichi's hip and thighs muscles burned with effort, but she slowly increased the pace as Soi Fon moaned.

"Yoruichiii-sama?" Soi Fon asked her voice pitching higher as Yoruichi swayed her hips forward.

"Yeah?"

"May I?" she asked her voice husky with desire. Yoruichi warmed to hear it and extricated herself. Soi Fon laid herself flat against Yoruichi's flank so she was pressed tight with her left breast touching Yoruichi's and her right against her back. She began humping, no grinding was a better word in ecstasy, each 'down' motion pushing her wet pussy against the top of Youruichi's hipbone and she moaned as the girl writhed against her. Oh damn that was good. The soft, wet flesh slid up and down her lanky body, she smiled in appreciation of the nubile little thing.

"Please, Please Yoruichi-sama," Soi Fon gasped without stopping her motion. They switched again and Yoruichi was smiling devilishly because her kitten wanted her, was begging for her and she knew she could deliver. She was living her fantasy.

"With pleasure."

She worked her tired muscles driving deeper and with increasing force, her strap on dripping with Soi fon's arousal as her vice groaned. She held her buttocks tightly with her nails, thrusting harder until the girl bucked back in relief.

"Yoruichi-saaama!"

Yoruichi forced the girl forward onto her face, grinding her tail bone until she finished as well, flopping down on her back with a sigh next to the sweating girl.

"Thank… you Yorui…chi-sama," the girl panted

"No problem" she repeated calmly.