Another round of our doubly fictional sexy tryst. Sorry if all the conditional clauses are such a bother...I actually didn't imagine how long this scene would go! (Gotta say: I'm not sorry if you can't tolerate my writing efforts, there are hundreds of NanxShun-get-on-with-it stories and this is the only one that's mine.) And yes, sorry Akai-miko, drama and angst are coming up, but not for a little while.

Disclaimer: I do not own BLEACH. This fan fiction was written for the sheer joy of it (and for reviews) and does not constitute a challenge to the copyright holders.

The reader is reminded that the following is part of a falsehood – a deception, an untruth, an invention, a cruel misappropriation of facts for a comfortable narrative that simply never occurred, in short, a lie.

Once inside and with the door closed, Nanao would have pushed against Shunsui's shoulder to reach up and kiss him on the forehead before sliding down to regain her footing. She would have stepped to a lamp to turn on a light in the dim room. It would have cast a warm glow that revealed three other lamps Nanao typically used for her evenings at home. She wouldn't have bothered to light them.

Nanao would have stepped back to her Captain as he took in the neatly appointed apartment and taken a hand in hers. Shunsui would have taken a moment to toss his haori on top of a nearby desk (idly wondering what book it was that he had just covered) and then turned back to Nanao, hand moving to cup her chin. As much out of habit as because she really didn't like it, Nanao would have moved her chin to the side to avoid his hand, then to correct the impression of distaste she would have captured the hand with hers and moved the fingers to her lips.

She would have kissed each fingertip lightly, first the pinky, then the ring finger, she would have bit the middle finger on the very end and then, before he could react, licked the pointer finger and gingerly held it at the first knuckle between her teeth. When he moved she would have sucked on the finger, pulling it further into her mouth and then moved it out with her hand. At his sharp inhalation she would have moved back to his middle finger and repeated the process, taking a bit longer to suck, then pull out, then suck again. She would have searched out his gaze as she did so and taken no small amount of pleasure at watching Shunsui heave breaths through his mouth, eyes rolled back like he was studying the inside of his woven hat.

She would have moved the other hand around her back to pull him close and he would have returned to reality just enough to respond. He would have bent down to embrace her and groaned her name as intimately and purely as possible into her ear.

She would have shivered to hear it and allowed him to tickle her neck with his stubble as he kissed the tender skin. She would have loosed a hand to reach up and remove his hat, and send it flying to join its compatriot, the pink haori.

He would have felt encouraged to let his hands run over her clothing, over her narrow waist, kneading her buttocks and up over her thighs. One hand would have spirited over her hair and removed the clip keeping its severe shape. Neither of them would have been the least bit troubled as the hairclip clattered on the floor. She would have pressed her face into his chest, letting the fine hairs there tickle her nose while he ran his fingers through her hair. She would have let his scent again wash over her as she ran a hand over his chest and let it disappear under his kimono.

She would blink back a few tears spurred by the thought that she was finally getting both the respect and the romantic interest of the man she had respected and desired for decades.

At the soft sound of sniffling Shunsui would have put a hand to the woman's face and gently nudged her with a thumb so he could peer at her once more. Her luscious violet eyes would have seemed black in the dim light of the room, like great mysterious pools he wished to swim in, to traverse to whatever unknown country was on the other side where Nanao would accept him as well as all the power she had over him. Gently roaming fingers would have flicked his nipple and he would have been shocked once again to the present. A cocky grin would have greeted his refocused eyes.

Nanao would have pushed Shunsui into a gentle waltzing shuffle as one hand tugged his Captain's haori from a shoulder and the other loosened his kimonos from inside his obi. Shunsui would have caught on and let the Captain's haori slip to the floor as they stepped into Nanao's bedroom.

Shunsui would have taken over tugging his kimonos off as Nanao guided him to her bed, both of them noting their heart rates had kicked up another notch. Nanao would have been pushing Shunsui back against her bed when there was some resistance and the man bent over her, arms pulled back in mostly-removed kimonos and kissed her without touching.

She would have kept one hand in place, fingers putting almost no pressure on him, taking in the purity of the kiss, drinking in her lover, tasting him and making the moment the whole of her existence. The other hand, ever so slowly, like a thing forgotten, would have moved to her face and removed her glasses, setting them on the nightstand beside her bed.

Then he would have finally untangled himself from his kimonos. Resting against the mattress, he would have put a hand to the small of her back to pull her close while the other hand worked to untie her obi.

Nanao would have given free rein to one hand to wander over Shunsui's broad chest and back while the other hand was assigned to pull free the tie in his hair. If she hadn't already been overcome with lust, the feeling of muscles rippling under her fingers would have immediately lost her to animal instincts. As it was, she wouldn't have been able to hold back a moan that pushed its way through her mouth even as it was pressed against Shunsui's lips.

Shunsui would have broken into a grin and Nanao would have retaliated by licking his lips in quick little swipes. Shunsui would have engaged in the challenge by parting his teeth and flicking out his tongue at just the right moment to brush hers. He would have intended to keep up a battle in the neutral zone of lips but since she pressed in and sent her tongue after his in its own chamber he would have had no choice but to caress her tongue with his, even as he involuntarily groaned against her.

Nanao would have freed Shunsui's hair and pressed herself in and onto her toes again to run her fingers through it. Shunsui would have made a triumphant sound as her obi slackened enough to fall to the floor and he immediately commenced tugging on a kimono to expose a peach cream shoulder to him.

He would have moved to kiss and nip at Nanao's neck and move along her collarbone to her shoulder. She would have struggled not to wiggle too obviously as his stubble tickled her skin. Even though by now Shunsui would have known better than to say anything, he would have noticed and been amused by it. Of course she hated anything that reminded her of the child she once was, desperate to be seen as a grown woman, but her ticklishness could only have added to how sexy Shunsui thought she was.

Shunsui would have nuzzled her mercilessly, holding her tightly so she couldn't get away and frankly not minding that one hand was now tugging at his hair. Her whimpering laughs would only have spurred him on, as would have her torso (sadly still covered) pressed against him wholesale as she tried to push away only from the collar up.

He would have been very impressed that she never resorted to begging him breathlessly to stop, even though that would have been his objective, and after a few minutes he would have regarded her option to plunge a hand into his hakama and take hold of his manhood with considerable respect, the sort reserved for a masterful opponent. In the moment that it would have happened, however, Shunsui would barely have caught a tiny growl from Nanao before the shock of delicate fingers around his privates elicited a long, low gasp from him.

He would have opened his eyes to spy Nanao biting a lip as she lightly stroked his swiftly hardening length with one cool finger. Shunsui, ever amenable, would have resumed kimono removal of his partner with fewer sidetracks into tickling her. This would have necessitated the removal of Nanao's hand from his pants, regrettable but for a greater cause.

Shunsui would have moved languidly but fluidly as he removed her clothing, black kimono and white, and then hakama. His hands would have come to rest on her thighs as he regarded the beauty before him in bra, panties and...tabi and sandals. With the softest laugh, both for the incongruity and the simple fact that they had not taken the time to remove their footwear when entering the abode, Shunsui would have collected Nanao in his arms and sat her on the bed. Then he would have knelt and gone about removing her shoes and socks before quickly tugging off his own.

He would have taken the time to study the bare feet, noting the contours of the toes and imagined that he had never seen better. He would have set himself to kissing and loving her toes and would have been overjoyed to hear Nanao whimper and moan softly as she twisted in her seat. But he would have gone too far in licking and kissing the arch of one foot when his stubble again sparked the involuntary response and Nanao pushed at his face with her foot and fell back in her bed in gales of laughter.

Shunsui would have laughed at himself a little as he pushed himself off the floor and looked down at the young woman struggling to regain her composure. She would have wrapped her arms around herself and tucked her feet to her side as she tried to take long breaths to control the spasms of laughter. Shunsui would have straightened up as Nanao managed to breathe mostly steadily and got onto her knees to face him. He would have then taken the moment to study her underwear and noted they were matching white with orange-red bird of paradise flowers. He would have grinned to realize it was the Squad Eight insignia. And then he would have reached to collect her in his arms.

She would have put a hand to his chest but he would have stopped its movement with a hand of his own. Looking into her eyes he would have chosen to dive then; he would have gambled everything saying, "Beloved, I've never heard you laugh before."

And she would have sucked in a breath at his words and trembled. She would not have been able to remove the shock from her face.

Shunsui would have waited (patience, he would have realized, was a latent skill), taking his fill of Nanao's bottomless eyes.

She would have whispered, "do you really...?" Her voice would have cracked and they both would have realized it had been quite a while since they had spoken aloud. She would have swallowed and her pale skin would have started to flush a soft red.

Shunsui would have taken heart from her lack of motion to pull away, though he would have to forcefully keep in mind that it was the surprise that could have contributed to her inability to look him in the eye. He would have put his lips to her brow. "Of course," he would have whispered. "How could I not?" A litany of praises would have run headlong into the backs of his teeth as he was never more certain than now that his poetry would hinder his expression. Another time, he would have promised his poet soul.

Nanao would have closed her eyes, imagining she needed to think, but nothing would have come. She would not have been angry for she would have run a quick checklist of the chances this was another in a long line of foolish or miscarried attempts by Shunsui Kyouraku to curry her favor. But every analysis would have returned the same indication: He wasn't joking.

Luscious lips, soft for those of a man, would have brushed over each closed eye. Nanao would have felt Shunsui shift against her. She would have moved her face against his. "Shunsui..." she would have been unable to continue and bowed her head in shame.

The warm hand at her back would have spread and offered her comfort which she would have accepted gratefully. "Ssshh" would have been Shunsui's response. "Do only what you're sure about." He would have whispered. "Say only what you're sure of."

This mendacity continues...

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And please forgive any sentences ending with prepositions. I dimly recall my English teacher saying there were exceptions for style.

And two more notes, after the fact - Happy New Year! May 2012 be more exciting and less annoying than 2011 or any year previous! Also, there's a NanxShun drawing on DeviantArt that influenced some of what I wrote in here. Naturally I can't find it any more but I thought the image was so sexy I had to work it in.