A/N: Just gonna warn you now…SMUT ALERT!...not really a lemon, because there isn't really full-on sex, but there is some strong sexual content…so if that's an issue (which I don't see why it should be, considering this is a Karin/Hitsugaya fic rated M…Which basically means 'read at your own risk'…) SO ENJOY! More juicy stuff later...R&R

Chapter 13: Consequences Later

Neither breathed for several moments, the air being absent from them, and one cannot breathe without air…

Finally allowing shallow breaths to enter through the nose, they became conscious of what was happening. This was not like the other kiss: passionate, animalistic, and needy. This was not a desperate attempt at comfort and consolation over an emotional breakdown, nor was it an act of desperation in the heat of the moment.

This union of lips was not a spontaneous action, for it had registered in the young captain's mind before he had initiated it. It was not fierce or rough, for there was no delicious pain as the two soft, smooth sets of petals slowly caressed each other in a forbidden dance. Brushing gently against one another, the only sensation that registered was the subtle sting of the icy captain's frosty lips against the young Soul Reaper's feverishly hot ones as the two exchanged temperature, mixing in between the two beings.

All of the emotions that had built up for the two in the last week were now flooding from their bodies and sinking swiftly beneath the spirit pressure of the other. The air was becoming moist as invisible steam rose from their point of union, the frigid and sweltering petals creating condensation from the contact.

Both beings devoid of thought, Toushirou didn't even realize the sensation of a hot, velvety appendage slicking across his bottom lip, begging for entry. Obliging without a second thought, a soft mist rose from the point of penetration as the two tongues collided in a painfully slow waltz.

Still not fully aware of anything but the explosions of spirit energy inside of their two bodies, they managed to realize the sweet and spicy flavors dancing between their lips in the midst of their interlude. From the young woman, a sweet burst of strawberry and chocolate slid its way into the young captain's cavern as he gifted her with a taste of wild cinnamon spice, his tongue sliding across her palate.

This was entropy at its peak. Their heat and ice met to form a common sensation against one another, entering a kind of homeostasis that chilled with a sense of danger and security simultaneously.

Their hands roamed each other's bodies not completely unnoticed, Toushirou's left hand ghosting its fingertips across her taut hip, thumbing circles along the crest of the bone. His right hand softly caressing her face, he could feel her hands sliding into the sleeves of his hamaka, running her palms over his sculpted biceps and tight shoulders.

She plunged her tongue into his mouth, exploring every angle she could find. He dropped his jaw to allow her greater access as his own cool appendage flicked across the back of her top teeth. The flavors were exploding across each other's tongues, but were slowly becoming disregarded as Karin's hands slid out of his sleeves, sneaking their way to the front folds of his hamaka. Toushirou, completely oblivious to her ministrations, too enraptured in his own, ran his right hand through her long hair, balling it in his fist. His left hand ran smoothly down her right hip, brushing against the outside of her thigh, grasping the firm muscle in his palm and squeezing gently.

Using his blind euphoria as a distraction, she slipped her right hand into the front of his hamaka, trailing her hot fingers over his cool pectoral muscles before raking her nails across his abdominals down to his naval. The aroused captain gasped in surprise, unable to shake the stars from his eyes as she pulled the knot of his obi, allowing his top to fall open. Before he knew what hit him, she had pushed him to a laying position and yanked his top from his pants, throwing it open to give her full access to his chest. Before he could respond, she began laving his chest with her tongue, eliciting groans and ragged breathing from the white-haired man.

These sounds only encouraging her, she pushed the rest of his top and haori off of his shoulders, scraping her fingers down his arms as her tongue did wicked things to his neck as it moved to nibble at his pulse point. Like his haori, his captaincy was not an issue at the moment, he was just another passionate being lost in the moment. He was no longer 5th Squad Captain, but Toushirou Hitsugaya, the male partner in this secret dance.

Unable to think any longer, and completely at her mercy, Toushirou clenched the mattress under him, balling his fists into the soft fabric of it. He nearly saw spots as she moved to latch onto his left earlobe, suckling it gently before nipping at it passionately.

Somehow, somewhere things had gone from chaste and affectionate to passionate and desperate: hands grabbing, teeth gnashing, lips roaming, tongues battling for dominance.

Toushirou's mouth began to explore the contours of Karin's neck, gently running his lips across her sensitive shoulder. She gasped in pleasure as the tip of his tongue flicked out to tease the junction between her neck and shoulder. He was so blinded by pleasure that he didn't notice her right hand working its way through the knot on his pants.

By the time he came to the stark realization that she was treading into uncharted territory, her hand was already plunging itself into his boxers and taking a swift hold of his now aching member. Crying out in shock and pleasure, his eyes snapped open and his body tensed rigidly, his hands gripping her hips painfully, though she made no move to resist. His mind tried to scream some sense into him, No, Toushirou…Don't do it…she'll regret this in the morning…your friendship will never be the same again…this is not supposed to be happening…you're using her…she just poured her heart out to you and look what you're doing…she'll never forgive you…

As his thoughts chastised him and reprimanded him, he growled once more, before unintentionally stuttering his reply, "We can't…we need to…sto-p…"

Karin began to slowly and gently pump his length, causing his head to spin, before licking the corner of his lips and raising an eyebrow, "Fuck it. This now…consequences later…we need this more than I care about getting in trouble…"

Unable to process what she had just said, he rolled his eye back in his head at the sensation of her stroking his throbbing length that had gone so long without attention. He began to writhe beneath her; squirming as her other hand desperately pulled the rest of his clothing from his body, kicking it to the side, leaving him open and vulnerable before him, a place that he never thought that he would find himself and wasn't sure if he was altogether comfortable with it either…

But luckily, his mind couldn't form a single thought other than that he couldn't feel enough of her skin beneath his touch. Pulling a small amount of inner strength, he pulled her hand from his member, hooking his fingers beneath the side of her sports bra. She lifted her arms above her head as he swiftly removed the unneeded fabric, tossing it to the side of the mattress.

Running his hands over her naked back, he could feel the slightly raised skin where he knew the small black dragon still dwelled. Ghosting his fingertips over it, he felt her shudder above his body as her hand resumed its ministrations. His breathing was quickening as he could feel his pleasure rising to another level. His left hand traveled back to press flat against the right side of her ass as his left slid smoothly to cup the side of her left breast, running his thumb softly across the taut nipple.

He felt rather than heard her cry of pleasure disappear into his mouth as their kiss deepened. Realizing just what that action did to her, he slid the tips of all of his fingers one by one across the hard bud causing her body to quiver over his own panting one. This was definitely uncharted territory, for he had not done anything this intimate with anyone.

Feeling her body tense up with every stroke to her breast, he finally relaxed and flattened his palm against the sensitive mound, pressing gently, but firmly. It was such a strange sensation that he could concentrate on no longer as he felt her sliding down his body. Before he could even register what was happening, he cried out in surprise, "Gnnh..!"

Bringing himself up on his elbows to see the catalyst, his eye widened as he saw her head bobbing up and down on his now weeping member. He writhed violently beneath her, unable to do much of anything but grip the mattress like a life preserver as he struggled to ground himself at least a small bit. Finally failing, he threw his head back, feeling all of his blood beginning to pool in his groin, a strange but familiar pressure forming in his stomach as she bobbed faster and began to lave him with her tongue. God, where did she learn how to do this…?

"Oh my God, Karin…Oh God…" He whimpered as he was driven to the edge of his very mind as she did God knows what to his most intimate part.

Gripping her head with his right hand, his left arm supporting him as he moved to a sitting position, his legs on either side of the matress, he threw his head back again, panting and gasping for air. Tiny quakes were rocking his body as the adrenaline began to pump through his veins at the mixture of pleasure, excitement, fear, and confusion. "Kar-in…please…you…have to…stop…"

She lifted off only quickly enough to say, "You are much too coherent…" before lowering her head right back down and resuming her sucking action with renewed fervor, ignoring whatever protest he might come up with.

He grunted and writhed some more, desperately trying to get away before he did something they would regret. One last time, he attempted to warn her of his impending climax, but barely managed to gasp out, "I'm…gonna…cu-"

Before he could finish his sentence, she brushed her fingertips across his perineum causing his body to seize up, every muscle stiffening as he fell backwards onto the pillow. He cried out in what could only be considered a broken scream, "Oh, God!" as he covered his mouth, spilling his seed down her eager throat, a strangled sound escaping him as he felt her muscles tightening and swallowing every drop of him.

Lights danced in front of his eyes as he rode out his orgasm, his chest too tight to breathe and his mind to blank to care. As his spasms began to ebb, she pulled her mouth off of him and moved to straddle his hips, resting her elbows on either side of his head as she stared, smirking, into his face, waiting for his eyes to open back up.

His brow was fixed in a tight frown, his lips open, gasping and panting for air. His cheeks were flushed and a light pink color was painted across the bridge of his nose. Small beads of cold sweat were forming on his temples and his hair was beginning to stick to his forehead.

As his breathing slowed to a semi-normal rate, she raised her right hand to brush some of the soggy white hair back out of his face. His eyes slowly began to open, rolling around a bit in a haze before they began to focus. And when they did, he was met by the knowing smirk of the dark haired hellion before him. "Welcome back," she said smoothly, "Was that your first blow job? Because you sure seemed extremely virginal back there…"

Toushirou could feel the unwanted redness rising up from the back of his neck, not knowing whether to be shocked, to be humiliated, or to be worshipping her at that very moment. His eyes widened, his member coming slightly back to life as he realized that he felt the warm softness of her breasts pressed flat against his chest.

Swallowing hard and taking another deep breath of air, he let his hands slide down to rest on her hips, his thumbs resting lightly on the crooks of her thighs. Her long dark hair fell over her shoulders, hanging down to her ribcage, conveniently obscuring her breasts from his view. She cocked a brow at him as she watched the different emotions play across his exhausted face. His glorious teal eyes danced along the curves of her body, taking in the beauty before him. He heard her scoff.

"What?" he asked slightly startled.

She lifted her chin slightly and gave a cheeky grin, "NOW you'll look at me. Man, if that was all it was going to take, I should have taken off my shirt a long time ago…"

He stopped for a moment, dumbstruck at her comment, and watched as she began to snicker. Not knowing what to make of this situation and feeling slightly awkward, he turned his head to the side and took a deep breath. Biting his lower lip, he avoided her eyes. She cocked her head slightly, observing the new nervous energy that surrounded him. "Wow, I must have had you thoroughly distracted if this was what you were really feeling on the inside…this really was your first one…"

He began to frown slightly, sliding her off of him as he grabbed the sheet to cover his now trembling body. "So what if it was? Does that matter? I didn't come here expecting to be pleasured by you. I just came to apologize…"

He trailed off as he realized that she wasn't paying any attention to what he was saying. He noticed that she was raking her eyes over what was exposed of his upper body.

She took in his perfectly sculpted torso, his powerful, but lean abdominal and pectoral muscles subtly defined below the porcelain skin. His biceps and shoulder muscles were softly defined, and his collarbone was deliciously pronounced. His long waist was bent from being hunched over slightly, his muscles overlapping each other, showing off his trim figure. The sheet pooled at the top of his thighs, exposing his taut hips and clearly defined oblique muscles, barely concealing the once again hardening flesh between his legs.

It was his turn to cock a brow as their eyes met once again. "See something you like…?"

She raised both of her eyebrows and tilted her head slightly, "Definitely…" she muttered.

There was a moment of silence before she frowned slightly, squinting her eyes to peer at something. He attempted to locate her point of interest, "What is it…?"

She reached over, grasping the sheet and pushing it slightly to the side, just enough to expose his right hip and thigh. He heard her breath hitch as her eyes widened on their target. So…she saw it…

There, originating at the crest of his right hipbone and winding down around his thigh, ending at the inside of his kneecap, was a black dragon, identical to hers, branded into his ivory flesh. She reached out, ghosting her fingertips over the outside of his thigh, awestruck and frightened, "What the hell…?"

He sighed as he realized her reservation, knowing that she must be feeling very confused and unnerved at the moment. He grasped her wrist, stopping its exploration, and met her eyes, his voice returning to that of a captain; "It is a physical manifestation of Hyourinmaru. It appeared when I achieved Bankai, much like your own Seika. It means that we are their only masters, but it also stands for our status as Guardians. With these brands, comes the power to gain control over its mate's zanpakuto with their permission, if the need ever arose. Consider yourself fortunate..."

She locked his gaze and shook her head slightly, "But you knew as soon as I got mine so why did you not tell me? Why did you let me think that there was something wrong or weird with me? I could have done with that little piece of information that you so conveniently excluded. Please stop keeping things from me."

He sighed deeply and averted his eyes, "I didn't plan on you finding out so soon. I was going to tell you, but only when you got a little more familiar with your Bankai. I didn't plan on this happening, believe it or not…"

She sighed for a moment before smirking and winking, "Besides, we are supposed to be working together now. The Captain can't keep secrets from his Vice-Captain. It's just not right…"

Realizing that she was not longer upset, he sighed and pulled the sheet back around him. They sat in silence for a few moments, just enjoying the silence…until…

'KNOCK' 'KNOCK' 'KNOCK'

Both of their eyes went wide.

'KNOCK' 'KNOCK' "CAPTAIN!"

"Shit…" he whispered, "It's Matsumoto…"

Karin had to cover her mouth not to burst out laughing. There was just something humorous about getting caught by his former Vice-Captain in a highly compromising position that she wasn't even sure was completely legal. "What could be the problem…?"

"CAPTAIN! ARE YOU IN THERE? WE FELT YOUR SPIRIT PRESSURE FLARE! WE THOUGHT SOMETHING MIGHT BE WRONG! IF YOU"RE IN THERE PLEASE COME OUT AND SHOW ME THAT YOU'RE ALRIGHT!"

"Son of a bitch…" he said, throwing his clothes on as neatly and quickly as he could.

"Get dressed," he whispered, "quickly!"

She obeyed, throwing her sports bra and hamaka back on in record time, turning to see him donning his haori, once again becoming the captain that he was before.

Checking each other over a few times to assure neatness and lack of suspicion, they tossed the sheet back on the bed and Hitsugaya walked to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it. Meeting eyes with his former vice-captain he crossed his arms over his chest and asked, "What?"

He noticed Matsumoto glance over his shoulder where Karin was in the background inconspicuously fixing a small meal. "What's going on here, Captain? There was a disturbance in your spirit pressure. Was something the matter?" Rangiku questioned, looking half concerned and half suspicious.

"I don't see that it is much to concern you with; what I do with my new Vice Captain in the planning process, but I do appreciate your concern. We were merely discussing when to move her things from here to the 5th Division and got into an aarguement. Right, Karin?"

She nodded vigorously and gave the thumbs up signal, her mouth full of rice and teriyaki chicken.

Though Rangiku still looked suspicious, she turned to leave, "Okay then, I'll leave you to your planning."

She put a good amount of distance between them before she stopped and glanced over her shoulder, "And next time you decided to bang your Vice-Captain, at least have the decency to try to mask your spirit pressure or at least warn me ahead of time. I thought there was a bomb going off at first."

And with that, she turned and walked off, leaving a gawking Hitsugaya and a giggling Karin. "I DID NOT FREAKING BANG HER!" Toushirou screamed after her, though she obviously ignored it.

Then he heard the two cents from behind him, "Well, technically you didn't. Not yet anyway…"

He whipped his body around to face her, "And why are you so confident that I will end up fornicating with you in the end?"

She shrugged, "You just can't resist me, now that I have turned you on so bad."

He could feel his fury rising the more that she tease him, "I'm going to finish packing now…"

Stalking away from the 10th Division lodges, Toushirou breathed deeply and counted to ten, "Oh, that girl never ceases to infuriate me. Even after the giving me the best pleasure of my life she can still anger me…Go figure."

Karin smirked to herself and finished her food, "That's okay. He'll be back in about a day or two…a week at most."

Putting her dishes away and cleaning up her kitchen area, she turned to make her bed, but was distracted by something on the floor. "What is this…?"

She stooped down and picked up a folded piece of parchment, "This must have fallen out of Toushirou's hamaka…"

Opening the letter slowly, she realized that it was from his late sister. Allowing her eyes to scan the page, her breath hitched, "Oh my God, poor Toushirou…"

She heard a voice behind her, clearing their throat. Startling her slightly, she snapped around to see the intruder and was surprised to find that Matsumoto had returned, "So, he found it in that drawer and brought it with him. Did he show it to you or accidentally leave it?"

Sighing, Karin replied, "It must have fallen out of his hamaka…"

Matsumoto entered the room, closing the door behind her, "We need to talk…"

A/N: OOOOH...my first cliffie...hope you enjoyed the chapter. R&R, please!