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AN: This is shamefully long- because as I mentioned previously there's SC! Yay 100th update! I hope you enjoy it. Thank you!
A Kiss for Shelter
Need
It started that evening as they sat down to a late meal. The heated glances and light, seemingly innocent touches charged the very air around them.
That electric current had its effect on everyone and everything; the atmosphere stirred, it prickled along the skin inspiring an unexplainable eagerness. Overhead the night sky drew clouds, shadowy and gray lined in the moon's silver blush.
A steady wind accompanied the gliding clouds, gathering around the night's beacon only to pass by with languid whispers.
When the noble lord strolled down the outside pathway beyond the Sakura-painted shoji he paused to appreciate the sky's strangely beautiful display. The light wind was chilly and he smelt the threat of snow in its wake.
The winter had been mild, but the cold was increasing in the New Year.
Beyond the Sakura screens the Kuchiki noble sought heat.
The woman was at the start of her seventh month and with the increased glow about her, Byakuya found she was somewhat close to irresistible.
This night, prompted by events during the day, he felt inclined to indulge.
Now his hands were digging into the fabric at her thighs, inching it away to expose her skin on the pretense of a massage.
Xochitl grabbed at his wrists in a half-hearted attempt to dissuade him, but he had a firm hold on her bare thighs now and he only pulled her closer. She gave a soft huff.
She watched with bated breath as his hands disappeared further beneath her yukata.
She could feel his breath ghosting over the back of her neck; the warmth distracted her from the tug of her obi.
"Some-sometimes I feel quite unconscious of my actions. Today was inappropriate-,"
His voice overrode hers in a sharp growl, "It served him right."
"Well- slapping him was harsh enough, but when he was shocked…"
Byakuya paused in his exploration of her neck, lips stilling against her pulse.
There was a pensive frown on Xochitl's face, "I felt the baby move and then- it was like lightning had coiled in my belly and just- struck out… It didn't hurt me… but I'm sure Arashi felt it more than my hand…"
What she described sounded suspiciously like the intentional channeling of reiatsu.
Byakuya blinked. Had his child felt threatened and instinctually lashed out?
Pride welled so swiftly he felt a little dizzied.
His mother had told him once that she had known his strength before any had been assured of his potential- that his power had been like warm- tingling fire in her belly.
Pleased his curved lips sought soft skin again and he heard her whimper.
"I'm sure Ito-san is recovering." He smirked briefly.
She did not reply then and he pushed all his thoughts of the other man to the furthest point in his mind. He would make her aware of his theory later, but for right now…
He listened to her heavy breaths as his mouth spread over her skin, tongue and teeth tickling eagerly. His greedy hands stole further beneath her yukata, up her thighs to settle right at the V where her legs met her pelvis.
Xochitl lifted her hips and bit down on her lip.
Without a word he reached beneath her underclothes and brushed at her feminine lips with playful fingers.
He was frustratingly desperate for this contact. She was a temptation he had resisted far too long.
And he was also well aware that she was not resisting; his suspicions of late were proving true.
The woman was craving more- more than just the casual touches and loose embrace he afforded her to pacify the energy within her.
Momentarily he wondered if he was simply taking advantage- he'd read that pregnancy hormones inspired more than strange tastes and bouts of moodiness…
But surely- after all this time- in such intimate situations her desire was somewhat inspired by him as well?
Her legs were quivering under his deft movements, his fingertips sliding along her moist petals tenderly. The crown of her head was rested back against his shoulder now in surrender.
He nuzzled her ear with his nose and she inhaled sharply. His lips continued to move languidly as he whispered, "Am I too close… is that why you're so… wet?" The young lord could not recall a time when he had spoken without inhibition. Yet he felt no remorse when he felt the warmth of her blush as she made a soft mewl.
"Hmm?" He prompted, letting the utterance vibrate against her as he slipped two fingers inside her.
She whined and arched into his expert hand. The spongy, slick, pull of her depths made him exhale hotly and she only moaned further. Her hips kept time with the thrusts of his digits and he lavished her collar with open-mouthed kisses.
Helplessly he pushed his pelvis forward, grinding his arousal against her lower back. Her head was tilted now so that he could see how her teeth dug into her bottom lip.
She didn't refuse the offering when he pressed her obi against her lips. She bit down into the fabric just as she cried out, her hips bouncing up and down now, desiring the friction of his palm and deeper penetration.
His grip on the underside of her thigh was close to bruising as he spread her wider, seeking to press another finger into her.
But he didn't get that far.
The cloth slipped from her mouth as her back bowed and she released silently, her walls squeezing his middle and pointer fingers.
She could feel the rise and fall of his chest as the quaking orgasm subsided.
There was utter satisfaction in his masculine tones as he slowly withdrew his fingers only to tickle them along her soaked pearl, "No other can touch you in this way. You understand this, do you not?"
In answer Xochitl let loose a shuddering sigh.
Longing for more, but not wishing to exhaust her, Byakuya continued to touch her gently.
When she squirmed against him, he instantly felt disheartened, but did not attempt to keep her from shifting to see his face, his hands stilling.
Kneeled between his legs she regarded him thoroughly, "Why? Why did you send for me?"
Intensity in her eyes he didn't dare deflect.
He leaned in to press his forehead to hers.
A small smile just tugged at the corner of his lips and she felt her thundering heart cease at the expression.
"I glimpsed you twice before my decision was made. Once, tending to a child not your own and then again- dancing… as though none watched." His hand moved to finger a lock of her hair, wrapping the curl around one digit.
Seeing her... a woman unchained by convention… I wanted nothing more than to share her warmth- her heat.
He leaned forward then, let his nose brush hers in a tender gesture as he held her gaze. Before he realized it he had tangled his whole hand in her hair and was tentatively nudging her lips with his own.
There was hesitation in her, it thrummed minutely through her and he could feel the tremble of it in his own frame. Yet still she met his lips gently, her eyes open.
You really don't remember…?
Byakuya was not sure when the power shifted, but suddenly she was pressing firmly against his mouth, the ardor obvious as she swept her tongue along his lower lip. He indulged her and soon the passionate meeting of their mouths was punctuated by the sensual dance of their tongues.
Quickly and with her help he was naked and so was she.
At some point he had picked her up and in response her legs settled outside his own.
He was well aware of the heat between them, the strain maddening.
A sound of surprise escaped him as he felt a sharp sting in his bottom lip. She'd bit him and the shock of it was only outweighed by his own elation.
Drawing her to him as tightly as he could without crushing the swell of her stomach he met her eyes and then stilled.
Straddling him as she was now, the pressure of his attentive anatomy heightened her own yearning for him.
Their eyes didn't stray from one another as she ran her hands down his taut arms
His bare skin seemed like silk to her exploring fingers.
Finally she held onto him, her arms wrapped around his shoulders as she attempted to breathe steadily into his neck.
His demanding hands were on her thighs, guiding her- holding her up and positioning her over his needy shaft. She shuddered as she felt the pulsing tip feather her folds and her grip around him tightened as she gave a moan.
Slowly, and with perfect precision did he lower her onto his length and she responded instantly by arching her back- her fuller breasts pressing against his chest.
He hissed, she was still tight and he had to ease his grip on her legs- threatening to bruise in his haste to be fully encased within her. But she was just as anxious and she shifted, wiggling her hips to fit him snugly in her sheath.
She gave a cry and arched again, throwing her head back when her efforts seated him wholly inside her. Her breath was now escaping in sharp pants and she buried her face in his neck once more.
The soft little groans she uttered were driving him to the brink. He wanted to grasp her hips and lift her only to impale her. The strictest discipline held him still. Beyond this greedy longing was growing panic. What if this activity was not healthy for her? What if even now he was doing damage?
But she felt his body stiffen and his hands freeze on her body- she felt his concern.
She drew back and her lips were rosy and glistening. Tentatively she touched his face and he opened his eyes to meet hers. There was nothing, but unadulterated lust in her eyes and soon she was leaning toward him.
He met her lips gently, but her kisses were eager and the words she breathed around them made him just as excited, "You don't have to hold back-you- won't- hurt me."
The sound of their lips smacking together punctuated the quiet that fell for several moments before she moaned when his hands gripped her sides.
He was moving before he realized it- setting a slow but thorough pace of thrusts. Again those little gasps were being loosed from her lips and she was rocking with enthusiasm against him.
Her nipples stood to attention and drew across his chest with every languid roll of her hips, tickling, tantalizing. The friction was sumptuous.
He found his hands travelling downward, until he was cupping her round backside. In response she lifted herself up, allowing him to guide her movements now, bouncing up and down in his lap.
His lips slid away from her own as a rush of air was expelled from his lungs. The sensation of the catch and release of her body around his member was causing waves of intense gratification throughout him.
Even the pressure of her round middle against his abs made his yearning greater. Her fertile body was giving him what he had wanted.
After weeks of dancing around the attraction and the unrepentant draw Byakuya could admit that the more time he spent with her, the more anxious he became to possess her. He'd always been- honestly- a bit overbearing. He knew that he was a degree-shy of controlling and a perfectionist to boot.
He could grudgingly agree with those who called him strict and demanding. And he was certainly an analytical man, reserved and cool- frosty some might say.
But Whirlwind Xochitl (a silly nickname his frivolous consciousness had come up with) was not so set in her ways or even disciplined. Polite and gracious- yes, but ultimately impulsive- living on a whim. She had her stubborn views at times, but these could be easily overturned- she was not what one would consider 'set in her ways'. It wasn't her being fickle- she was simply more open-minded than most- or perhaps him.
He was yanked from his overflowing thoughts as much by the pull of her body as by her hand fisted in his hair.
"My lord," She pleaded and he met her concerned gaze; she had noted his distraction.
"Byakuya," He huffed at her, one hand settling at her lower back, the other massaging one breast at a time, watching as she flushed and tossed her head. He pulled sharply on her nipple until she met his eyes again with a whine.
"Say it. Speak my name, Xochitl." He growled lowly, pressing deeply into her before allowing her to shift her hips in retreat.
The liquid silk of his tone washed over her and her hooded eyes grew impossibly dark. She gripped his shoulders with her hands now, nails biting into the flesh with each new tingle of delightful sensation he forced into her core.
"Go on," He whispered against her lips before giving her a heady kiss. "My name, Xochitl." He chided in that sinful purr.
Her lips curled then, and he felt close to bursting inside her at the sight of the seductive gesture.
Their breath tangled as she leaned in again, murmuring sweetly, "Byakuya." She pressed her lips to his, only to draw back and repeat his name.
He made a sound low in his throat as she continued to use his name and kiss him in a mind numbing pattern.
She was delighted by his response to the use of his name and when she let loose a throaty laugh that vibrated against his lips it sent the man beneath her over the edge.
With a wild thrust he came apart, flooding her with hot seed. He felt her clench tight around him losing herself, pressing herself as close as possible to him without crushing her stomach against his solidness.
For awhile she continued to rock against him and he held her loosely, trailing his hands up and down her back with deliberate slowness.
Finally she unburied her face from his neck and leaned back to meet his gaze.
Her lips were a little swollen, plump with kisses and he reached around to tease her bottom lip with his thumb.
She looked earnest as she breathed out softly, "Is this really okay?"
His eyes were smiling as he studied her before nodding, "It is."
There was marked hesitation on her face for a time, as though she were having second thoughts.
Eventually her eyes narrowed a moment before her lips twitched into a smile, "Okay… Byakuya."
He felt a strong sensation behind his ribs and was taken by surprise when she eagerly lunged to take his lips.
"Again?" She whispered huskily.
"Hn."
AN: Sooo for the next maybe four updates there's that peaceful after-sex lovey-dovey-ness- the brief honeymoon period before… well…