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A/N: Hey everyone! I apologize for being such a bum, and not being able to update as much as I'd like. I know I get a lot of crap for it, but I am so thankful that you all are so patient. My life has been completely and utterly crazy since the beginning of the semester. I've been involved in many shows, and working again, trying to get my life back in order. I also decided to take another crack at NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month for those of you who don't know. If you've never heard of it, check it out. It's amazingly fun.) I am proud to say that I managed to win this year and hit a whopping 56k words in a month. I was rather proud. But now, in between finishing and editing said novel while on Christmas break, I've decided to return to my fic writing and update as much and as often as possible! This particular chapter is quite…lemon-esque. It's not entirely vivid, but it's pretty scandalous. I hope you all enjoy it! And thank you once again!
Chapter 13: Rendezvous
No light managed to penetrate the walls of Rangiku's holding cell. The whole building, wherever it was she was being held captive, had fallen silent and she had been left to nothing but her own thoughts. She had calmed down a bit since her meeting with Gin and Aizen earlier, but the bitter feelings had not yet entirely fled her.
She kept thinking about that book he'd given her. She'd given it back to him, not knowing at all what it contained, and now she would give anything to have had decoded first. If she knew what Aizen was planning, she could go into whatever it was he was having her do, completely prepared with a backup plan.
But she had nothing. She could return to the Soul Society for short periods of time, but in that time, she was sure he'd be monitoring her, and she'd have a hard time escaping that. He had his allies, she was certain of it. Even he had said so.
A sudden loud crack interrupted her thoughts. Her head jerked upward, turning in the direction of the doorway. In the darkness, she couldn't see anything. Only a faint light had appeared in the distance, and faintly a tall lanky outline of a man began to form.
The man's silver hair glinted in the faint light, setting her heart into it's usual gymnastics routine. She hurried to her feet, her hands clasped together nervously.
"Gin?" she asked, hesitantly. She couldn't be sure it was him. Aizen had already proved himself to be an expert illusionist when it came to disguises. Not to mention, he'd said he was locking the door for the night to prevent Gin from entering. And yet, here he was, standing right before her. Certainly it couldn't have been that easy.
"You look stunned," he said softly, closing the door as quietly as possible behind him.
"Aizen said -" she started.
Gin laughed quietly, a candle in hand as he moved toward her, waving his free hand absently. "I helped build these walls," he said. "Do you honestly think he could keep me out?"
Rangiku couldn't help but smile. She'd almost completely forgotten how angry she'd been at him only a couple hours before. Gently, he set the candle down on the little table Aizen had set up next to the cot he'd provided for Rangiku to sleep on. Turning to her, he took her into his arms, kissing her slowly.
"Gin…" she breathed as he finally pulled away. All the air seemed to escape from her lungs in those few moments, making it very difficult for her to focus on anything other than breathing.
"Shh…" he quieted her, kissing her again, ever so softly.
She shook her head, though she didn't actually want him to stop. "We need to talk…" she told him, allowing her lips to meet with his a few more times before she dared to speak. "About the book…"
"What book?" he asked, innocently, guiding her down to the floor next to him. His lips traveled from her lips to her neck, gently sucking at the skin just below her chin. She gasped lightly, her hands running up his pale arms.
"Y-You know what book I'm talking about," she said. "The one…" she gasped again. "The one you gave me…"
"Oh," he said, a small smirk appearing at the corner of his mouth. "That book…"
His hand slid across her shoulder, pushing aside the fabric that covered it. He didn't particularly wish to talk about that book, but he could dance around it enough to satisfy her for the time being. He had much better plans in store than discussing the downfall of the Soul Society. Much, much better plans.
"Gin, please…" she pulled herself away from him, not bothering to fix the sleeve of her robes. "I'm serious…"
"And so am I…" he said, honestly. "I seriously want you outta them clothes…" he grinned widely, reaching for her once more.
Rangiku moved quickly, though she couldn't deny the fact that the bluntness of his last statement had hit her right below the stomach - somewhere that instantly grew very warm. She looked him dead in the eye, her hands shaking a little.
"What did that book say?" she asked as sternly as she could muster.
"I dunno," he answered, blinking his narrow eyes a few times. "That's why I gave it to you. I couldn't read it, myself."
His hand deftly traveled up her other arm, removing the second sleeve, causing her robes to fall about her chest, revealing her rather curvaceous body more so than had been before. Rangiku grinned, a sudden thought coming to her mind. She moved forward seductively, her long fingers tracing the side of his bony face.
"Wanna play a game, love?" she asked quietly, allowing her fingers to travel down the side of his neck and along the neckline of his robes. She could feel his chest tense slightly beneath her touch.
He grinned even wider, his eyes suddenly dazzling. "Game?" he said, chuckling deviously. "I like games. What kinda game do you have in mind?"
She moved closer to him, nearly placing herself in his lap. He held his breath, waiting for her next instruction, his eyes level with the magnificent breasts Rangiku never seemed to be ashamed to show off - especially to him. Not that he minded, of course. She could show them off as much as she wanted, as long as he was the only one in the audience.
"If you give me something," she whispered, her hand moving now along his leg. "I'll give you something in return."
Her hand landed between his legs on a very sensitive spot. She could feel him go rigid beneath her, only causing a large smile to erupt on her face, her eyes still locked onto his. His breathing hadn't corrected yet - in fact, it might have gotten worse in the last few seconds - but he was very much interested in this particular game. They'd never quite played something like this before, and he was sure he was going to want to more in the future.
"What do you say?" she asked, as if there were any question about his interest. "You in?"
Gin nodded, pulling her closer to him, closing his eyes as her grip on his manhood tightened gently. "O'course I'm in, dove…whaddya wanna know?"
Rangiku pressed her lips to the side of his neck, kissing it gently as she breathed her question. "What is Aizen going to use me for?"
Gin trembled a little, still not opening his eyes. "Interesting foreplay topic…" he mentioned, not answering her.
Her grip lessened immediately, and she pulled her lips away, causing him to suddenly change his mind in withholding information from her. He was more than willing to tell her anything she wanted to know.
"Just to tail some people," he told her, resting his head in the crook of her neck, moaning gently as her grip returned to it's original intensity. "F-Find out how much the Society knows about…mmm…" her hand began to move in a slow stroking motion. The heat she'd been feeling before suddenly coursed through his lower half, aching for relief. "…about our plan…"
Her free hand slid across his chest, pushing aside his robes. Helping her along, he removed them as much as possible, allowing her better access to him. When he reached to do the same to her, she stopped him, still grinning dangerously.
"Not yet," she told him, only causing him to throb even more beneath her hand. He didn't want to play this game anymore. He wanted to play the game where he could just have her. "Few more rounds left, love…"
Her stroking grew rougher as she straddled herself on his legs. He leaned back, his neck arching backward as he rest himself on his elbows, gasping softly with each tug.
"Who am I tailing?" she asked. She didn't know exactly how many questions she would end up having, but she loved having this kind of power over him for a change.
"I…I don't know…s-someone import-aah…mmph…" he managed to get out, biting his lip a little as her motions slowed, but her grip became tighter around him. "Ohh…Ran-chan…" he moaned, finally looking back at her lustfully. "Can I please…?"
She shook her head, this time lowering her head to him, her mouth getting awfully close to her hand. She didn't dare get any closer without sending out another question at him. He didn't quite deserve it yet. He wasn't proving to be very helpful.
"What does Aizen have hidden in that book?" she said softly, her hot breath trailing his bare skin, causing it to tingle. Gin writhed beneath her, his hands reaching for something to hold on to.
"I-I honestly don't know…" he groaned, his head rolling a little. "Oh Gods…"
"I really don't think that's a good enough answer…" she threatened, moving her mouth as close to him as possible without actually touching it. He began to pant pathetically, the warmth of her breath teasing him.
"P-Plans…I think…" he answered, quickly, going with his only assumption. "For taking over the Soul Society…"
This, she could have already assumed, but it was nice to know that he thought the same thing. Only finding it fair, she suddenly replaced her hand with her mouth, sucking at him just as gently as she'd been tugging. This caused an even greater wave of heat to course through his thin body.
Of course, unable to speak with her mouth full, Gin moaned uncontrollably, not even concerned at all that Aizen might be able to hear them somehow. She finally removed her mouth, glistening and wet, and smiled at him.
"Final question," she gasped, panting a little herself now.
He lifted his head just enough to be able to look back at her, wondering what his prize would be this time. His mind reeled with the possibilities, each one as hot and enticing as the next.
"This is for everything," she told him. "Are you ready for it?"
He nodded, more ready than he was ever going to be. He wanted her, and he wanted her now. The more she stalled, the more he wasn't going to be able to control himself.
"Are you willing to betray Aizen to help us a final time?" she asked, her eyes flashing with all seriousness.
Gin's grin disappeared, his eyes suddenly not blinking at all. The heat seemed to be the only thing driving him at this point. Bringing himself to a sitting position, he cradled her head in his hands and slowly kissed her deeply, nodding as he did so.
This answer seemed to be good enough for her as she let him remove her remaining robes, taking complete control over her. He grabbed her legs roughly, his lips suddenly attacking her neck, wrapping them around his waist.
He took her hands into his own, gripping them tightly and pinning her to the floor. As their hips rocked together, and she felt the rush of a familiar physical intrusion once again, she threw her head back and cried out softly. The sound only motivated him to continue, letting it echo off the walls, oblivious to any other occupants of the building.
Their panting growing nearly uncontrollable, Gin finally leaned his mouth to her ear, uttering his own question.
"Do you trust me?" he breathed.
Rangiku, sweating and shaking beneath him, stared at him for a moment, her eyes more honest than they'd ever been before. With a short nod, there was no turning back, from both his actions, and the silent pact made between them.
A/N: So there you have it folks. I hope you enjoyed it. I rather enjoyed writing it, to be completely honest. It's been a while since I've had a scene like that, so I was a little rusty. I hope it came out okay nonetheless. Be looking for another update, hopefully in the near future. I don't want to keep you waiting, but if I do, then I apologize right now! (And honestly, if you're going to comment, just complaining about how long I take to update…just think about it, I could stop writing it altogether. Then how would you feel? Things could be worse. I know, I suck. I'm sorry. Just please don't keep complaining about it. I feel awful, but I'm updating as fast as I can! I swear!)
I love you all! Thank you all for being so very patient!
