So, when writing this I realized that I should clarify a few things. First, in all my fics, unless otherwise stated, Toushiro will have gone through a growth spurt so that he is just a bit taller than Rangiku. Also, the genres will really , really seem like they have bipolar disorder. They will vary depending on my mood, sometimes drastically. That's just me. I'm overemotional. And a hopeless romantic. Fluff will occur occasionally, as well as really depressing stuff.
I'd like to thank everyone who read this fic so far, especially those who review. Its great when people appreciate your work and take the time to let you know. But of course, I appreciate those who read it at all, with or without reviews. And in all honesty, some of these reviews have made my day. :)
Anyways, here's the next installment. Please enjoy!
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Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
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Something new
She had him between her and the desk. It was so unexpected. He was simply going to turn in his finished paperwork, but now it was scattered all over the floor. His hands were behind him, holding the desk to keep him upright. His eyes were wide open with surprise, but closed them shortly after her lips locked onto his.
Her tongue pushed against his closed lips and he parted them, his tongue greeting hers eagerly. What started as a slow dance of tongues became something savage. A hand vanished into his hair, while the other wrapped around his waist, hugging him closer. His hands went around her, feeling the curves of her waist. Their bodies were as close as they could get them, and she could feel something low start to rise.
He moved his hands under her ample rump and picked her up, not letting the kiss break. She put her arms around his neck as he laid her on the couch and broke the kiss, his hands grabbing her wrists and pinned them over her head. His head moved to plant soft kisses along her jaw line and on her neck. She inhaled sharply, her head turning, revealing more of her to kiss.
Moving both wrists to one hand, his tongue played with her skin as he took one hand and trailed downward, starting with her hair, down her cheek, gracing her neck, and caressing her breast. She let out a shaky breath as he massaged over her clothing.
She broke free of his hold and pushed him down onto the couch. She kissed him deeply and let her pelvis grind against him, causing him to moan. She broke off the kiss quickly and lifted herself so only her arms touched him and went to his ear.
"I just wanted to know how you liked my watermelon flavored lip gloss."
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Buried Treasure
Why had he gone with her to the bar again? He still was not quite sure. Especially since it was karaoke night. Rangiku may be gorgeous, she may be a great fighter, but she was NOT a great singer! That woman couldn't sing on key if it meant no sake for the rest of her existence.
They had been in the bar for maybe 10 minutes, and he already was desperately racking his brain for an excuse to leave. His rum and coke sat on the table, untouched, as he looked up at his busty lieutenant, attempting to hide a cringe with a smile. When her song mercifully ended, she made her way to the bar for another sake before returning to her seat next to Toushiro.
"I love that song! I sing it all the time! How did I do?" She gave him a big smile, making his stomach sick with guilt. He took a sip of his drink and adjusted his collar.
"You were great, Rangiku! Really professional sounding." He cringed, knowing his voice gave away his lie.
"You. Are. A. JERK!" She grabbed her sake and stormed to the bar, leaving a remorseful Toushiro alone. He contemplated leaving, but decided against it, hoping she'd get over it after a few drinks. After an hour, she was more than apparently drunk. It was mostly due to her and Ikkaku seeing who could down 5 shots tequila the fastest (Rangiku won).
He gave her one last look before he decided to leave. He would just have to apologize tomorrow, supposing she remembered the incident. Just as he stood up, a familiar tune went to his ears. He looked towards her again to see she had taken the stage once more, and was going to sing the same song from earlier. Feeling like it was definitely a great time to leave, he started for the door, but stopped when he heard her sing.
There was no possible way it could be her. There was no logical explanation that someone could sing better when intoxicated! It simply wasn't possible! Yet here she was, barely able to stand up straight without swaying, singing with the most beautiful voice he ever heard. He made his way back to his seat, mesmerized by her voice. Her drunken state set-off a dance like interpretation of the song, her hands moving about, showing she was feeling the emotions of the words. When the song ended, she made her way back to the bar next to Ikkaku, who gave her a high five and a bottle of sake.
"How did she…" Toushiro stared at her incredulously, unnoticing Renji coming up beside him.
"Amazing, huh? She is a different one." He said, nodding his head in her direction.
"How did that happen?"
"We don't know. She doesn't even notice. When she's sober, if you try even hinting she is a terrible singer she gets really pissed, in case you didn't notice." He smirked. "So trying to say she sounds like a professional singer when she's drunk is impossible."
"I see…" Was all that could escape his lips as he sat still, looking at her with wonder. Yeah, she's like buried treasure.
