Summary:!LEMON.! Since I've been asked to write something along these lines, I have to warn you the following is 100% Not-Safe-For-Work (NSFW) smut with no redeeming value whatsoever. If you are under the age of 18, you should not be reading this. If you have rigged the screening system to be able to read mature content despite being under 18, …well…, shame on you! Shame, shame, shame! You can skip this chapter if you like and it won't affect your understanding of the ending to be posted later.

Entering the bedroom, they reached out for each other, moonlight streaming in from the garden the only illumination for their embrace. They kissed deeply and joyfully, buoyed by the exhilaration of abandoning all barriers to each other. There were no doubts or hesitation, only their mutual desire. Pushing gently against his chest, Nemu disengaged and stepped backwards away from Uryuu's embrace. His questioning look was met with a coy smile. Without breaking eye contact, she expertly unwound her obi from her slim waist, then untied her koshi-himo. Opening her yukata , she slid it from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. In keeping with tradition, she had nothing on underneath. The light from the moon transformed her body into a contrasting palette of luminescent curves and dark valleys. Uryuu could only stare in wonder as her moon-kissed form drew near. Reaching out as she approached, she took both of his hands, guiding them towards her body to rest on her waist. She closed her eyes and shuddered in ecstasy as she slowly guided his hands along her body, up from her firm, flat stomach, over the delicate arches of her ribs, cupping her full breasts and brushing over her nipples. She had waited so long to feel his touch. She released his hands as they approached her collarbone. Of his own accord, he put his arms around her and drew her close. As their lips met, Uryuu's right hand buried itself in her hair as his left traced its way down her back to rest on the curve of her butt. His instinctive squeeze was distracting. She had to ignore her body's response and concentrate on the task at a hand. Without stopping their kisses, she fumbled in the twilight to undo the koshi-himo on his yukata. When she felt his robe open freely, she pushed the garment impatiently over his shoulders. He had to remove his hands, but only for a second as his clothes joined hers on the floor. It had hardly touched the ground before they were entwined again. This time, it was Nemu's hands that left trails of fire as they eagerly explored the planes and angles of his muscular back. It didn't take long for her to notice the anomaly.

"What's this?" She asked. She tugged at the waistband of his boxer shorts. "You're not supposed to wear anything under a yukata."

Uryuu refused to feel embarrassed. "It's not unusual to wear something underneath these days."

She continued to toy with his waistband. "Does everyone wear shorts with Quincy crosses?" She joked.

He quietly laughed. "Of course not."

Her large green eyes began to take on a mischievous glint. "Take that off." She said. "They're in the way."

Uryuu did as he was asked. In his aroused state, it was a little more difficult than usual. He wondered as he put his underwear neatly off to the side why he didn't feel embarrassed. He started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Nemu asked.

"This just feels so unreal," He replied. "like I'm dreaming."

"Really?" Nemu said.

She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close, rubbing her cheek against his chest, inhaling his scent with deep breaths.

"It feels very real to me."

Their lips met again and for a time, they were content to stand there, exploring with their hands, enjoying the feel of their bodies.

Nemu found the sensation satisfying a deep hunger she never knew she had, a need to touch, a need to hold. She drank in the feel of his skin sliding against her own, luxuriating in the heat from his body.

Acting on some unspoken signal, they moved towards the futon, slowly lowering themselves without letting go. Uryuu found himself on top of Nemu, kissing her neck, working his way down from her jaw line to her collarbone. She ran her fingers through his hair as she purred into his ear.

"Tell me Uryuu. Tell me what you want me to do for you. Tell me what you like."

To her dismay, he stopped kissing her neck. His body tensed up. He did not reply.

"Uryuu?" she said.

"Um…yeah, uh, about that." He said. "I can't really tell you what I like."

Nemu had to think for a minute. She tried to understand.

"Is it something really weird?" she asked. "I'm not going to promise anything, but I will listen first."

"No! No, it's nothing like that." He said.

"It's… well..it's my first time." He mumbled.

"What?" Nemu said.

"I said, it's my first time." He said louder.

"WHAT!" Nemu exclaimed.

She put her hand on his chest and pushed him up until she could see him directly. Her face had an expression of total shock.

"You've never done this before?"

Now Uryuu was embarrassed. He moved to her side and propped himself up on his elbow

"No, I never have."

Nemu was confused. "You never…but…Uryuu, you're a Quincy warrior!"

"Yes. What's your point?" He said.

She stared at him.

"Well surely by now girls have offered themselves to you?" she said.

Uryuu sighed. "Being a Quincy isn't considered much of an attraction these days. No, no one has offered me anything. I'd have better luck as a football captain or a baseball player. "

"You mean to say no girl in the real world has shown you any interest?"She asked.

He pushed up his glasses. "I guess that's my fault. People can't tell who you really are inside if you're always pushing them away."

Nemu sniffed. "Real world girls are fools. I saw who you really were the moment I met you."

Uryuu wasn't comfortable talking about himself. On the other hand, he wasn't sure if he had the right to ask the question he had.

"So,..um.. how about you. Is this…uh..?" He couldn't finish.

Nemu did it for him. "Is this my first time, you mean?"

She pulled him close in a tight embrace with her face resting against his bare chest. "Ishida Uryuu, I've never wanted anyone else."

After moment, she looked up at his face. "I have to get something. Wait here."

Wondering where she was going, Uryuu watched as she got up and strode across the darkened room. She went to the door and clicked on the light switch. Although it wasn't very bright, he still had to squint and blink for a few seconds until his eyes got used to it. When his eyes had adjusted, he saw her lithe form kneeling over a small suitcase in the corner.

"It takes a great deal of power to heal someone fast depending on how badly they are injured." She said. "I knew that if I didn't want to stay confined to bed for days, I would need to ask Captain Unohana herself to heal me. When she asked me why I wanted to be healed so quickly, I told her I wanted to spend the time you were here in good health, so we could make the most of what time we had left until you went home. She agreed to heal me, and she also gave me this."

She came back to futon with a roll of cloth in her hands. Kneeling down on the mattress, she unrolled it on the floor. She lay down on her stomach and propped herself up on her elbow. She patted the space next to her. Uryuu lay down in the same position. As they lay next to each other, their bare skin lightly pressed against each other, he couldn't help thinking he had not expected his first time to be anything like this. All thoughts of the oddity of his situation was driven from his mind as he looked at the cloth. It was black silk, shimmering in the light and bordered in rich brocade. All down the length of the material, figures of men and women were embroidered in fine threads of bright colors including gold and silver. It was a work of art. It was a masterpiece. It was also very explicit.

"This is a shunga, isn't it?" He asked. "I've never heard of one made with silk before."

Nemu nodded. "Captain Unohana said it has been handed down for generations to all new brides in her family. I'm only borrowing it." She pointed with her finger. "See. It starts off with the basics here and works its way up to advanced techniques. I tried to tell her I was just going to visit you in the hospital, but she insisted I take it. I thought it odd at the time. I suppose she was playing it safe. So, where would you like to start?"

Where indeed? Shunga, or erotic art, was a normal gift in the old days for new brides, but it wasn't usually instructional in nature. This one covered everything, including a few techniques that didn't seem possible. He pointed one of the illustrations and tried to make a joke.

"I'm definitely not flexible enough for this one." He said with a laugh.

Nemu shrugged. "I am." She said.

Placing her hands flat on the floor in front of her, she arched her back and bent her head backwards, then touched her toes to her nose.

Uryuu's brain effectively stopped working as he took in her pose. Casually, she returned to her former position and went back to reviewing the shunga as if nothing happened. Uryuu was still too stunned to look away. She pointed to another part of the tapestry.

"I did not know this." She said. She turned to look at him. "So men like having their nipples sucked too?"

"I guess so." Uryuu replied. "I couldn't say."

"Let's find out." She said.

With a shove, she rolled him over on his back. Uryuu laughed at the sudden attack. Nemu smiled and ran her hand lightly over his chest. She lowered her head, the pink tip of her tongue reaching out to lightly trace across his nipple. He gasped at the sensation as she slowly traced a circle with her tongue. Placing her mouth on his chest, she was gratified to hear him moan as she sucked and teased his sensitive flesh. He worked his fingers into her hair as her free hand slid across his chest. She began to idly trace the Quincy cross shaped scar. Following the pattern soon brought her hand to his washboard abs.

"You know, I didn't always feel professional when I was healing you." She said. "I always liked the feel of your body."

Her fingers traced every ridge of his muscles as she worked her hand down his stomach. She raised her head and gazed into his eyes with a mischievous look.

"I don't think I've ever touched you here before."

She ran a finger lightly along the length of his erection.

Uryuu's eyes widened, his body jumping in shock as his breathing began to get ragged. With a slight smirk, Nemu licked and kissed her way across his chest to pay attention to his other nipple. Her hand continued to explore, intrigued with the contrast of smooth skin with coarse hair, running her hand up and down the length of his now throbbing shaft, then wrapping her fingers around it to give him slow, experimental strokes.

"Oh, that feels good." He moaned.

Encouraged, she gripped a little harder and soon got into a rhythm that had him arching his back in pleasure. Feeling very pleased with herself, she worked her way up from his chest, nibbling at his collarbone, lavishing his neck with her mouth. The reality of being with Uryuu was far exceeding all of her fantasies. The feel of their bodies pressed together, his scent, the sounds he made, all served to overload senses that had been denied intimate contact all of her life. She nibbled on his earlobe as she whispered.

"Do you like this Uryuu? Am I doing it right?"

She didn't need his distracted nod to know she was. She decided to try something she'd heard other girls talk about. She stuck her tongue in his ear.

Uryuu was definitely not expecting that. Nemu kissing all over his body while steadily stroking his hard on had already brought him to the brink . The wet, warm sensation entering his ear was all he needed to go over.

"Nemu, stop!" He blurted.

"Hmm? Oh!" she exclaimed.

It had been too late. The first ejaculation actually shot a full meter, missing the futon and landing on the floor. The rest fell across Uryuu's chest and abs in thick white strands. Nemu did not let go, and stared in fascination at something she'd only heard about before.

For Uryuu, the pleasure of release was mixed with the shame of coming so quickly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen."

"Shh." Nemu said. "It's alright. That was interesting."

She continued to stare as the spurts died down to a slow trickle.

Uryuu tried to get up. "Well, let me get to the bathroom."

Nemu put a hand on his shoulder. "No, that's alright. Let me take care of this."

She left the room, soon returning with a basin of warm water and some cloths. She wet one of the cloths and began to wipe his torso clean.

"I really am sorry." Uryuu said. "I didn't mean for that to happen."

"Stop apologizing." Nemu chided. "I wanted to see how that worked anyway. Besides, Matsumoto-san always says love is as much mop and bucket as it is hearts and flowers."

"You talked to Matsumoto-san about this?" He asked.

"She holds classes." Nemu replied. "We all do as part of our club activities. Matsumoto-san's can get racy, especially if the president is not there."

"Why? Who's your president?" He asked.

Nemu thought about it for a moment.

"It's a long story. I'll tell you later."

She took a dry cloth to rub him down and finish the job.

"There." She said. "All done."

She set the cloths and basin off to the side. Uryuu held his arm out to her as she returned. Using his shoulder as a pillow, she snuggled next to him on the futon. He stroked her body from shoulder to hip in a slow, even manner. He still felt a little ashamed.

"Nemu, I appreciate you're being understanding and all, but…, well… this isn't right."

"What do you mean?" She said.

"Well, I'm not going to be able to do anything for a while," he said indicating his now flaccid condition, "and I haven't done anything to make you happy."

Nemu laughed. "You've done more to make me happy than you know Quincy." She said. "But I think you're right."

She reached over to pick up the shunga. Moving the tapestry through her fingers, she soon found the set of images she was looking for.

"That is why you are going to do this for me." She showed him the pictures.

He started to laugh.

"I'll do my best." He said.

He rolled himself on top of her. Careful to keep his weight on his elbows, he looked down on her smiling face and gazed into her eyes as he stroked the side of her cheek.

"Give me those." She said as she took off his glasses. She set them aside on the floor.

They kissed much slower this time, with less urgency and more confidence. She closed her eyes as he worked his way down her neck. This time, it was she who groaned as he kissed and nibbled at the side of her neck. This time, it was his turn to suck and tease at her nipples as he found his way to her breasts. She moaned as he gently squeezed with his hands and teased the breast not in his mouth by rubbing and twisting her nipple. He made sure not to neglect either one as he flicked his tongue against the hardened buds. She buried her hands in his hair and kept them there as he moved even lower, kissing the middle of her stomach, pausing to tease her belly button, never stopping as he worked his way lower and lower. Uryuu was once again taken by surprise at how natural this all felt. It didn't seem strange at all as he kissed the inside of first one, then the other of Nemu's thighs. It was good to hear her sigh in pleasure as she instinctively spread her legs wide for him. He kissed closer and closer to her apex, finding her musky scent appealing.

This was it. This was the first time he was going to go down on a woman. What was he supposed to do?

His hesitation must have shown. He felt a tap on his head.

"Uryuu." Nemu said. "Do you need the manual?" She held the shunga out to him.

"No, I do not need the…um…ok, give it here." He muttered.

He took the cloth from her hand and squinted at it ,damning his inexperience. How many ways was he going to mess up things tonight?

He felt another tap on his head. He looked up to see her waving his glasses at him. He snatched them from her with a pretend frown. She giggled at him. Finding the relevant images and carefully committing them to memory, he handed his glasses and the tapestry back. She giggled more as he glared at her in mock annoyance.

Things took on a different tone as he returned his attention to her body. He ran his fingers over her light patch of hair. It was short and sparse, roughly triangular and he became fascinated with the feel. His finger traced its way downward until it grazed lightly along her cleft, making her gasp. He had to keep his face mere inches away to see clearly. As he lowered his head to her opening, he couldn't help thinking that every square inch on her body was absolutely beautiful. He started out lightly running his tongue along her lips, first up one side, the slowly down the other. She was already wet, with a taste combining musky and sweet. He probed deeper, relishing the slick, smooth texture on the tip of his tongue. He worked his way higher and higher until he found the arch at the top. Already engorged, he gently moved the hood back from her clitoris and softly gave a lick. Her whole body shook from the sensation and he put his mouth full upon her. He continued to tease her with his tongue as he sucked at the small organ. Nemu's pants and groans rose to a sharp cry from stimulation. Her hands were latched to the back of his head as she held him firmly over the center of the waves of ecstasy that shot upward through her body.

If she thought it couldn't get any better, she soon learned her mistake as Uryuu slowly inserted a finger into her slick passage. In and out, first slowly, then faster, his quickly growing skills turned her previous cries to deep throated moans as her back arched and her hips began to buck.

Uryuu found himself getting hard from the sounds of Nemu's satisfaction as much as the physical sensation. He wanted to take her in the worst way. Denying his own satisfaction, he focused on the writhing, quivering woman before him to bring her over the edge.

Nemu finally couldn't take it anymore. Grabbing him by the sides of his head, she pulled him up to face her. Her body was now slick with sweat, providing another uniquely erotic texture. He didn't think she would want to kiss him, but she did, deeply, as soon as he was level.

"It's time Uryuu." She said. "Let's do this now."

There was no mistaking what she meant. She guided him with her hand, readying him for penetration. He didn't say anything as he pushed forward with his hips. Wet though she was from his attentions, it was still hard to enter. Instinctively, he took it slow, entering a little way forward at a time. Nemu's eyes were closed and she breathed in deeply as he slowly thrusted inside. It wasn't long before he felt a slight barrier.

"Nemu?" He said.

"Do it." She replied.

He saw her wince as her hymen broke.

"I hurt you!" He said with regret.

He started to pull out. She held him tight.

"It's all right." She said. "It's not a lot of pain."

She stroked his face. "I would take a lot more for you."

"I don't want to do this if it hurts you." He said.

"Just go slow." She replied. "It's not going to last."

As she ran her hands down his back, he did as she asked. He began to slowly move inside her. She was hot and slick inside, the tight pressure feeling incredible as he went in and out. He became lost in the sensation, resting his body on top on Nemu, closing his eyes, his face by her ear, listening to her breathe. He embraced her tightly as he focused on feeling the moment

She whispered in his ear, "Faster."

Increasing the tempo felt even better. Nemu began to cry out as she panted. Her legs wrapped around the back of his thighs.

"Faster!" She yelped. "More!"

Sweat began to pour from his body as they made love. Nemu began to claw at his back. He could feel the coming explosion building up inside. It suddenly occurred to him he needed only one more thing for it to be perfect. He pushed himself upward to look her in the face.

"Nemu." He said. "I want you to get on top."

"On top?" She asked. "Why?"

He smiled. "I want to watch you."

She gave a small laugh. "You can't see without your glasses."

"I'll see enough." He said. "Let's change places."

They tried to switch without uncoupling. That didn't work, but it was fun to try and they both laughed.

Nemu straddled him as soon as he was on his back. She leaned forward, her breasts in front of his face.

"Are they too close now?" She said archly.

They laughed some more at the shared memory. Uryuu took advantage of her position to take her breast in his mouth once more. She sighed and closed her eyes as he sucked and teased. Leaning backwards, she impaled herself on his rigid shaft. Holding his head so he could continue to use his tongue and hands on her breasts, she soon got into a rhythm, riding him slowly, then faster as she found a position that allowed him to touch all the right places inside. Ignoring the lingering pain, she found she was enjoying this position even more. It wasn't just the physical aspects. It occurred to her that while on top, she was in control. She decided the rhythm, she decided how deep, she was in charge. That heady feeling of power over her lover was an aphrodisiac in itself. She found herself rocking faster and faster. Her hair comb had started to come loose and was hitting her on the chest as she moved up and down. It was beginning to distract her. Impatiently, she pulled it out of her hair and tossed it with enough force to hit the wall. Her long hair spilled lose around her body. She threw her head back and gave in to the feeling building up, her cries growing louder as the sensation grew. She clutched at Uryuu's hands.

"Now, Uryuu, now!" She panted, then she shook as her orgasm seized her mind and body.

As she squeezed his hands, the sight of Nemu's naked form, body swaying, mouth open, lost in the throes of euphoria caused him to come harder than he could ever remember. All thought, all awareness receded. They were bound together in a shared moment of perfect bliss. Time lost meaning as they experienced a small piece of forever.

Nemu collapsed, taking deep stuttering breaths as she lay on top of him. Uryuu ran his hands up and down her sweat slick back . He could feel her muscles inside clench and release him as their orgasm receded. Her hair blanketed them both.

"I love you Ishida Uryuu." Nemu whispered.

"I love you Kurotsuchi Nemu." He replied.