Ah the end of this section. It may take a while to get going on the next section. I apologize, and by way of saying sorry this chapter is extra salacious and also long. Anyway, toward the end I switched out of conditional tenses to the normal imperfect past. It suits my experiment, but I hope it's not too bewildering. In that section I make some references that might not make sense ("Nanao-kun") unless you've read my previous story "Break." I don't think you have to stop and read the other story first, but it wouldn't hurt.
Note: I mean it. This is the smutty chapter. I make no apology. I'm blushing enough as it is!
Immediately previous: Nanao couldn't quite respond to Shunsui calling her "beloved." He told her to do & say only of what she was sure.
Nanao would have taken a moment to rest her head on Shunsui's shoulder, one hand pressed tightly to his back and one over his heart. She would have reviewed her actions and her words thus far.
She would have come to a conclusion that let her proceed as follows: She would have straightened to put her lips level with, indeed against, Shunsui's, and she would have used both hands to untie his obi and push down his hakama so that they pooled around his ankles. Then she would have leaned back, tugging on his arms, so that he would join her on the bed.
At minimal pressure from her hands, Shunsui would have been arranged on Nanao's bed, head on a pillow, hands folded over his belly, hips parallel to the sides and covers pushed below his feet. He would have looked at her expectantly and then eyes would have flown wide as she tugged his shorts down his legs – he would have lifted himself as necessary to aid in the removal, of course. He would again have been surprised when Nanao looked at him once more with a face he couldn't read, and then went to minister to his tool with her mouth.
Nanao would have taken it in both hands and dipped her head to the tip, licking up the precum and then popping it into her mouth and popping it back out. Shunsui would not have kept the groan quiet. She would have moved one hand to his balls and clutched at them, careful to aim her nails away but push in with her knuckles. Shunsui would have scrabbled at the bedsheet for something to grab onto while his hips bucked. She would have kissed his hardness up one side and licked it down the other until it glistened. She would have again played with the head for a little bit and then, without warning, taken almost the entire length into her throat. She would have wrapped a hand firmly around Shunsui and kept it pressed against her lips as she slid up and down the length, sometimes to the tip so she could kiss the end and sometimes as far down as she could go without gagging.
Shunsui would have put a hand to his head and grabbed a lock of hair, his toes would have been curling. He would have found he'd put a hand on Nanao's back and felt her bra strap under a thumb. In desperation he would have wrapped his fingers in her hair and tugged upward.
Nanao would have released his manhood and sat back on her ankles. She would have unceremoniously wiped her mouth with the back of one hand and looked at Shunsui. He would have looked at her, almost awestruck, as faint moonlight filtering in through a window set off her delicate cream skin. He would have whispered her name and noted that he didn't want it all to end too quickly.
She would have bent to him, kissing him deeply and accommodating herself over him. He would have run both hands up her back and side, only to stop at her bra. Without interrupting their kisses he would have unhooked the catches on the strap and cleared the full length of her spine of any covering. He would have run the fingertips of one hand up and down her back, once again enamoring himself of her fine skin. Then with both hands he would have reached to the twin straps on her shoulders and softly slid them down to her arms. She would have pushed off of him so he could keep pulled them down. When he reached he point parallel to the cups of her bra he would have switched to tugging at the material to the sides of her breasts until she was free of it.
Nanao would have sat still, tummy tightened, and studying Shunsui's face. She would have felt self-conscious, knowing she wasn't flat but still not among the more well-endowed female shinigami. By the night in question, which did not transpire the way it is reported here, she would have struggled to not fret about her natural bustline but still maintained some anxiety that she might be judged and found wanting.
If that night had gone other than it did, it could be that Shunsui would have appeared to be judging her breasts from the way he stared at them. Nanao would have sat rigidly under his gaze, fighting the urge to throw out her chest. After what was really only a few moments he would have hoisted himself up onto one elbow and wrapped an arm around her, pushing her onto her back and under him. He would have positioned his nose exactly in the valley between them, over her sternum and inhaled deeply. The word "perfect" may have have then been softly uttered as he exhaled.
Nanao would have relaxed significantly then run her hands along his beautifully muscled shoulders and down as much of his back as she could reach. She might have let her eyes drift closed only to have them shoot open again when she felt a nipple get flicked by a tongue. The other breast would have been cupped by a hand, ever so slightly calloused, and it would have been treated gently while the first breast was alternately suckled and teased about the nipple. It would have felt perfectly lovely to Nanao and she would have arched her back and sighed repeatedly. Shunsui would have then started flicking both nipples in alternate, using both tongue and fingers, and Nanao would have lost herself in moans of pleasure.
After a few minutes of such ministrations, Shunsui would have trailed kisses and bites gliding over her skin, down her ribcage, over her tummy and lower abdomen and paused at her panties. There, at the fold in the juncture of her thighs, he would have nuzzled the fabric and delighted in the scent of the wet material. Nanao would have had to work very hard to pace her breathing, already accelerating at the heat of his face against her tenderest parts.
Shunsui would have run his hands against her thighs, up her sides and to her breasts, then slowly brought them back down to her panties. He would have hooked his fingers over the elastic waistband and pulled. Nanao would have shivered ever so slightly and then pressed up at her pelvis to aid the removal. Shunsui would have sat back on his heels, gently looming over Nanao. And both lovers would have taken the time to study what they could see of each others' bodies, each immensely pleased at the sight.
Shunsui would have slowly dipped his head to her pelvis and laid a kiss on the neatly trimmed curls. Nanao would have sighed in response. Then she would have hissed in a breath as his fingers pressed into the divide and parted her thighs. She would have gulped as she felt him arrange himself, parting her legs so he could lay soft kisses against the sweet-smooth skin of her inner thighs. A giggle would have quietly reached his ears as he again tickled her with his whiskers. He would have immediately taken her mind off of it with a tongue stroke to her clitoris, with rather electrifying results.
Nanao would have pressed her head back against her pillow and moaned, a hand grasping the edge of the mattress. She would have spared just enough of her mind to avoid kneeing Shunsui in the ribs. Her breathing would have become labored as Shunsui pushed one finger and then a second inside of her. As he started flexing and curling them she would have writhed quite without concern for where her knees went – Shunsui would have had to use his torso to keep them pressed down. Nanao would have resorted to guttural babbling as Shunsui began alternately licking and sucking at her bud while his fingers did their work.
As much as she would have liked to prolong the pleasure, Nanao would have quickly found her back bowing of its own accord as she listened to the alien sounds of her own pleasure pouring forth from her. Shunsui would have been more than a little amused at the juice coating his fingers as his beloved caterwauled in the throes of orgasm.
Shunsui would have lapped at her as Nanao continued to thrash and then stretched himself alongside the quivering woman. He would have spoken using sweet, soft tones, "Nanao, beloved." Her eyes would have pressed shut, a line appearing in her brow as she tried to control herself. "Darling, I have to pull away for just a moment. But I will return directly." Shunsui would have lowered himself to place a deep kiss on her mouth, heedless of her own wetness still coating his mouth.
Nanao would have mewled lightly as he pulled away but used the opportunity to at last establish mastery over the nerve endings that had been firing relentlessly. Shunsui would have taken the space of three breaths to find what he was searching for in the recesses of his clothing.
At the edge of the bed Shunsui would have stood with a condom in its wrapping and made quick work of taking it out and applying it. He then would have used the remaining moisture on his fingers as lubricant before rejoining Nanao.
To Nanao, the sight of Shunsui crawling to her would have appeared as nothing other than a huge, elegant cat, proud and mighty, taking ownership of a kill. To Shunsui, the sight of Nanao nestled in her bed, a hand covering one breast as her mysterious eyes watched him, would have appeared as nothing more than a powerful and exquisite sorceress who had him in her thrall.
Shunsui would have positioned himself over Nanao, kissing her deeply and unhurriedly as he accommodated himself between her thighs. Nanao would have have wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders and run the top side of one foot along one of his legs, savoring the feel of his hair and muscles.
Shunsui would have used one hand to move his cock up and down her slit, wetting it more and encouraging Nanao to rotate her hips to meet him. Then he would have placed the head at her entrance. He would have to fight down the emotion and arousal choking him in order to whisper to her, "ready?"
"God, yes."
He would have slipped himself in, slowly but steadily, quite unwilling to hurt her but maintaining control over himself by only the thinnest of threads. He would have groaned as her tightness only barely let him enter and he felt her struggling under him to loosen her barriers. Her own groan would have almost harmonized with his as the delicious pain flushed heat throughout her body.
Nanao would have lifted her legs to wrap them around Shunsui's hips, urging him on. Shunsui would have bit back curses as felt himself buried almost completely and desperate for more. He would have pulled out slowly, noting that Nanao was nearly panting as he tightened his gut and held his breath. He would have pushed in again, faster, making Nanao cry out and for a moment he would worry about hurting her. He would have barely paused when nails digging into his back and a growl from the woman below him convinced him to carry on.
Nanao would have taken on the pace of Shunsui's thrusts and matched her breathing – not to mention vocalizations that were part whimpering moan and half formed words cried out – to them. She would have rejoiced in taking Shunsui into her and worked to press herself into him, a hand wrapping itself in his hair, lips and teeth running along his neck.
Shunsui would have found a point when, pounding into Nanao and no longer constrained by worry, the pressures inside were building to a fever pitch and he realized he had to decide if he wanted to end soon or not. In the midst of words like "yes" and "God" and "fuck" muttered into his neck he would have thought that he might have heard "love you."
Too far gone to stop just yet, Shunsui would have sought out that gloriously vulgar mouth and kissed it. Nanao would have responded to the kiss and then followed up by biting his lower lip, paying only a tiny amount of attention to the pressure she put on it.
A lustful laugh would have met her mouth as Shunsui stopped the movement in his hips. He would have pulled away just enough to get leverage to roll onto his side and then his back, pulling the wonton woman with him.
Nanao would have found herself straddling Shunsui, his length pressed between them. She would have lightly stretched her lithe body over his, enjoying how his hairs brushed her breasts, as she pushed a kiss against his mouth. She would have teased his lips apart with a darting tongue and when teeth made room she would have enticed his tongue into her mouth once more with tormenting curlicues and ticklish feather soft swipes. She would have taken the occasion of Shunsui's tongue in her mouth to suck at it, inciting him to growl and tighten his chest and belly. The movement of the muscle would have been felt by Nanao and she would have joyously writhed against him before establishing control over herself.
Nanao would have given a languorous sigh and then reached back with one hand to arrange Shunsui's manhood once again in proper position. She would have lifted herself and then with a roll of the hips slipped his length once again inside her, letting a heavy breath escape as she did so. Her spine would have lengthened as she sucked in a deep breath and put her hands to Shunsui's chest. Then she would have shakily let the breath out and begun lifting and lowering herself ever so slowly. Shunsui would have kept his hands at her waist and a firm grip on his lust. He would have borne the length and breadth of his pleasure as well as the pleasure of sharing the blissful moment with his beloved.
Nanao would have have carried on a languid, torrid pace, beautifully torturing herself and her lover, as she put her hands to the bed beside Shunsui's shoulders. She would have laid kisses over his chest and up to his neck and when Shunsui craned his neck, left several on his face as well. As the pressures welled up inside her, breathing would have become somewhat more difficult. Her sighs and moans would have increased in volume until she accepted that there was no more time to be taken. Nanao would have then began pushing herself down and jerking up again with greater insistency, almost trying to push herself into Shunsui. For his part, Shunsui would have put a hand to her backside, matching his pumping to her frenetic pace as best he could. He would have felt particularly urged on by how Nanao's tightness pulsed around his manhood and he knew it was imminent.
Nanao would have given a short, guttural howl, "Shunsui! Oh, God!" which would have set the man off with a growl. She would have spasmed over him, face pressed furiously into his collar as she groaned, while he growled, pressing her to him and slamming himself into her as he came.
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If that was how the night should have gone, here is how it might have ended.
The lovers rolled to their respective sides of the bed, panting and sweating, though each sent out a hand to hold on to the other. Nanao laughed a little and breathed deeply. She never allowed herself to get this careless, this sweaty and bedraggled. Shunsui's breathing came back to almost normal and he grinned. He turned his head to Nanao. He thought he'd never seen a more beautiful sight in his life. His body returned to a normal state and he sat up with a groan.
Shunsui twisted to look at Nanao; she gazed up at him dreamily. Just how many years had he wished to see that look on her face? It hardly felt real. He leaned on an elbow to give her a quick kiss. "I'll be right back." Then he slipped off the bed and into the bathroom.
Nanao wanted to hold herself and shake. She wanted to jump up and down and sing. She wanted to laugh and dance. This was too ridiculous to be true. She simply couldn't keep from smiling. She could here noises from the bathroom. The toilet flushed and water ran. Presently, the door open and Shunsui returned, presumably having removed the condom and cleaned himself. He walked to her completely naked as if it was the most natural thing in the world. He rejoined her on the bed and pulled her to his side.
Shunsui reached over and swept some strands of hair out of Nanao's face. "I suppose I should be honest and admit that I've called you 'Nanao-kun' in the office these recent months, but in my mind you've remained 'Nanao-chan.'"
Nanao huddled up and looked into Shunsui's eyes. She wore a smaller smile but still she couldn't seem to get rid of it. She said nothing.
"Will you hold that against me, darling? I've already admitted you are my beloved. Is that consideration of you likewise unwelcome?"
Nanao lowered her eyes. Words had a way of making her feel officious, speaking would bring back the stickler for the rules. The feel of his hand on her shoulder, his smell, just looking at him made her want to burn every book of rules in the Seretei. How could she reconcile the two impulses? "Shunsui... how was tonight even possible? I mean, I spent the day working like mad without you around and then you drifted in like you remembered at the last minute that you run this place. How... why tonight?"
"Yare yare... My love, I learned long ago not to question happy things that happen and just enjoy them. Looking for answers is a desperate game and usually leaves a person feeling unsatisfied even when they reach their goal."
"But..." Nanao frowned. "Doesn't it feel like this should be impossible?" She reached out a hand to Shunsui's warm chest. "All the things that had to happen in one particular order, our decisions that had to go a certain way – doesn't it seem like the odds are highly stacked against this happening all in one day?"
"Nanao..." Shunsui's voice was as sober as it ever got. "I'm not the one for figuring out probability; you're probably better at math than me anyway. But I've been around a while and what I've figured out is the odds against any one particular thing happening are always astronomical until you get close. Then you see events that lead to it and it seems like it was always meant to be."
Nanao considered this. "Okay, but don't you think tonight felt particularly...unlikely? What about the day led to tonight? Getting my work done? Going out drinking? Borrowing your pink haori? I don't regret a minute of it, but just feels like... I don't know...like a maze where there was only one way to go at every turn."
"Beloved, I'm glad you don't regret a minute of it, but must you be so eager to deconstruct and analyze the night?"
"I like it when you call me 'Nanao-kun.'" Shunsui looked at Nanao, taken aback at the abrupt return to his original subject. "It makes me feel like you respect me. ...but, I guess you can leave that in the office, if you must. I only intend to call you 'Captain Kyouraku' when there's anyone else who can hear." With that she pushed herself up to lean into the broad man and lay a kiss on his lips. She hovered over him for a moment. Then she reached up and kissed his forehead. Seeing his eyes were closed she moved down to lay a kiss over each one. "Maybe," she whispered, "if I can figure out what was special about today I can make sure it happens more often."
Shunsui growled out a laugh and threw his arms around Nanao, knocking her back onto her side. She gave a startled laugh and then snuggled against him. He held her tightly. "I do love you, my darling Nanao-chan. May I be struck blind and deaf the day I fail to respect you."
Nanao wanted to speak but again felt it wasn't right. She turned her head and pressed her lips to Shunsui's collar. The word "love" caught in her throat. It was the last little inch of her that she had yet to give to the man and for some reason she wanted to hold on to it a little while longer.
Shunsui lay a gentle kiss on top of Nanao's head. When she was ready she would say what she had to say. He had learned at least that much. He reached down toward his feet to pull up the sheets and blanket and wrapped them around himself and his beloved.
Here ends the subterfuge. The reader is reminded that the following pitiless chapters are a regrettable, yet faithful, account that started the evening alluded to in the above deceit. It carries on through the ensuing disheartening weeks. Should such a dismaying report be cause enough to dissuade the reader from continuing she should not be held in poor regard. Even if it's a really good story. We can't all have a stout heart and enduring demeanor, of course.