"This isn't some prank this time, Yoruichi. Are you sure you're all the way in?" He murmured between mouthfuls of skin while his fingers skimmed from rib to hip, gentle as the soft rasping of sheets when she arched her back in languid appreciation.
"Kisuke, you'd do it anyway."
He smiled and nestled his head on her side, lids drooping lazily, "Not this time, I'm afraid. I can't do it without you, or the Shihōin clan. – But especially you." Kisuke added with a nibble down her leg. "Though there's no working around exile. Even if the old man somehow forgives us, we will still need to disappear for a good hundred years. Sousuke-kun's ambitions will need to be carefully fostered before we begin any of it, of course." His fingers began to spider out now, invisible plans tracing lines across her stomach until they once again converged.
Yoruichi rolled to him and caught his hair in her hands. She bent until her breath sent his hair swaying "What are a hundred years to us?"
Her smile was a hungry moon.
His eyes were cold cold suns.
"Beneath mention." Kisuke responded, his mouth reaching hers.
Night fell across the solemn quiet of the manor floors and his fingers were so very gentle as her sighs whispered unapologetic goodbyes.