Note: Thank you again for reading. I think the story will come to a close here for now, but I am still open to possibly extending it at a later date! I use the same excuse every time, but my work and Uni life are a lot at the moment, but as usual I will return during the summer! However, this does not exclude random uploads of one shots. I think I might try a Yoruichi x Urahara...mmm.

This chapter was inspired by one of my favourite songs, Undisclosed Desires by Muse. I think that song fits them perfectly! I very much appreciate your feedback and apologise if you feel the updates were rushed, but I have tried my hardest to keep the romance and all, despite all that has happened. Please enjoy!

Chapter 12: A Good Time

Byakuya had mentally kicked himself all week for walking out on making love to Yoruichi Shihouin. Sometimes, he was too honourable even for his own good. Yes, she'd betrayed him, and in many ways she drove him insane, but he cared for her. He had already invested so much time in this woman – why throw it all away now?

"I wonder if there was ever a good time."

He didn't mean that at all. Last night was a good time; so were all of the other previous passionate nights. Right now was a damned good time. Byakuya hadn't lied when he had told her he wanted her every night all that time ago; he felt that way long before their first sexual encounter. Yoruichi was the object of his frequent teenage fantasies, embarrassing as it was to admit. He had always wanted the golden princess, even guiltily visualising her while he had made love to his late wife, Hisana. Now he'd had the real thing, he wanted nothing less.

Typically, Byakuya sat at his desk pondering. What was the point in perfectly aligning these reports in alphabetical order; in living by these perfect sets of rules and regulations if no one was going to mess them up – or at least threaten to? Even Hisana hadn't been perfect. Life was boring when everything went to plan. Yoruichi came with excitement – spontaneity. She always challenged him and he always accepted, chasing her. It gave him – everything he did – a sense of purpose. Byakuya wondered why he'd stopped chasing her, but she'd brought the game to him. His chamber suddenly flooded in her reiatsu, just like almost a year ago on his birthday. For a moment he thought it was some kind of hallucination; a lapse of judgement.

"Byakuya," she uttered.

'Now I'm hearing her.' Her voice curled around his ear, down his chest. He looked over his shoulder seeing her perched at his open window. 'Perhaps not.' The snowflakes cascaded about her body, whirling in the wind her hair surfed on. She looked well. He turned back around, arguably playing it cool.

"Sorry to barge in like this," she said, dusting herself off and slamming the window closed.

"As you do."

The room was now cold, but Byakuya's body flared up hearing each footstep draw closer to him. She startled him, swivelling around his chair and pulling him up by the chest, kissing him. The peck was brief, flirtatious – unexpected. She released him.

"It's so easy to catch you."

"Yoruichi-"

"It's time I chased you." She started undressing him; he subconsciously obliged. He couldn't explain it – how or why their bodies electrified in each other's presence; how all sense went out the window when he was with her. "Is now a good time?" she teased. He didn't hesitant freeing her from her garbs, driven wild by the fire within him. He yanked her head back, brushing their lips.

"You drive me insane," he whispered. Their lips collided once again, tongues caressing and folding. One hand grappled her neck, breathing into her as he sucked on her lip; hers cold, his warm and pink. Yoruichi sensually moaned; he wouldn't let her go this time. "You came to me – finally mine." Byakuya ogled at her plump breasts, teasing them with his free hand – fingering them. She muffled beneath him, silenced by his kiss. "Tell me, Yoruichi..." His hand then skimmed the sultry bud between her thick legs. "Was it this spot...that made you cry my name?" He fluttered his digit.

"Byakuya..."

She answered his question. He hoisted her up, resting her against the edge of his desk wasting no time spreading her legs. He tasted the gloss between them, searching the folds with his rolling tongue. Her grunts of pleasure, the way her body writhed – even the woody scent of her sweat turned him on. She clutched her hair and whirled her hips, steering his tongue closer to her bliss. He reached for her, pinching the milk out of her breasts again.

"Oh Byakuya..." He knew she was close. Byakuya stretched deeper into the warm wet flesh, swaying his tongue to her purrs until her syrup sprayed into his mouth, burning his inner cheeks. He climbed over her and peeled open her thick lips, letting the syrup ooze off of his tongue onto hers, feeding her her own juices. He gazed at her with sizzling eyes, closing their lips.

In a passionate kiss, he flipped her over his body, sending the paper sheets flying. Yoruichi rubbed his sculpted silk chest, silvery skin like the snow at the windowsill. As their lips parted, she shimmied off his trousers, freeing his thick, firm member that sprung to life. 'It's been so long. I want all of him.' Yoruichi encased him in her soft hand, messaging the wired skin. Her other paw grazed the rugged sac of skin between his thighs, playing with him like a ball of yarn.

"Do you like it slow...like this?" She engulfed his swelling tip, soaking it in their mix of juices. Her oscillating tongue searched every crevice in what felt like the very life was being sucked out of him. Byakuya was burning seeing her like this; cheeks crimson. He felt the blood peak at his nostril when she cushioned his member between her busts; he held his nose.

"Tcht-" Yoruichi was that good. He shut his eyes and dropped his head back as she pleasured him, ignorant of his fallen kenseikan. With each slurp, she swallowed him deeper over the length of her tongue, into her throat. He was tingling – any moment now. He opened his eyes. Yoruichi gagged then smiled, sliding off of him.

"I'm just not that generous," she said throatily, bending her knees and positioning her entrance above his shaft. He caught her hips before he could enter her.

"No," he bid. "I want you against the wall."

Yoruichi's eyes widened, swiftly cast into the air then back into his arms against the cold wall.

"Bya-"

He thrust into her, staring deep into her golden eyes. She shrieked, wanton. Yoruichi clawed at his back drawing blood as he savagely bucked his hips. Her cries were music to his ears. Byakuya tightened his grip around her buttocks, boosting her higher so she looked down at him. She cradled his face and kissed him, muscles convulsing.

"This..." Her moans echoed throughout the manor. "I want this all the time." Byakuya grimaced, abruptly filling her hearing those words. He rested his head on her shoulder, panting heavily as he eased her down. She held him, interlacing his raven hair with her digit.

"Yoruichi..."

She gently kissed his ear. He had nothing to lose anymore. He'd tell her.

"I love you."

He felt her heart skip, chest to chest. He silently panicked at her long pause.

"I love you, too."

She intertwined their fingers as they stood, naked and one in the cold room.

"We're polar opposites, Byakuya. We can't stand each other...but I don't care."

Byakuya lifted his head, eyes on his princess.

"There is no light without darkness; no cold without warmth." He brushed his lips against her hair. "You are my light – my warmth, Yoruichi."

Yoruichi laughed – he always went back to the books.

"Maybe it's meant to be, then." She gave him a daring look. "Remember, I asked you if it was a good time?"

Byakuya smiled.

"Yes. Yes it was."

There would be many more to come.

Note: Fin! I know this chapter was literally short and sweet, but in reflection, Yoruichi and Byakuya couldn't reconnect in any other way. It's their heated chemistry that kept them going - that would keep them that way. She isn't whole yet, but she's healing and being with Byakuya helps. I'll happily receive your thoughts on this ending. Until next time, guys!