Well, my date did not go nearly as well as I hoped. In person, the guy ended up being rather odd/weird and annoyed me a bit. I mean, as a friend, he'd be okay, but definitely not as a boyfriend. And he wasn't nearly as cute as I remember *sigh* Oh well, I guess, right?
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7. Burning
"My captain hates me," Rangiku said a moment after she burst into Gin's room.
"An' why does he hate ya?"
"I dunno, I'm too pretty to hate," she said. "But he made me train all day yesterday. Now I can hardly move."
"That don' mean he hates ya. Ain'tcha close ta promotion?"
"So? He hates me. I hurt," she said and eased herself down until she was sitting in front of Gin, her back towards him. "So you need to make it go away and give me the world's best massage."
"I do, do I?
"Yes."
"Ain't ya s'posed ta say please first?"
"No. This is a demand. If I say please, you can say no. You're not allowed to say no."
Gin chuckled. "My, my, that ain't all that nice of ya, Ran-chan. Maybe I shouldn' give ya that massage after all."
Rangiku was about to protest, but she felt Gin's hands settle on her shoulders. He began rubbing her shoulders and working his way down her back, but her uniform kept slipping and sliding across her skin. Every time Rangiku had nearly settled into a relaxed, vegetative state, the fabric would jar Gin's hands away from just the right spot to jab into her somewhere else.
"My uniform is stupid. This isn't working right at all," Rangiku said and pulled away out of Gin's grasp. Then, she began pulling off her top.
"Ran-chan, what're you doing?" Gin said as he shifted to face a wall, and if Rangiku did not know better, she would say he sounded a little uneasy.
"Taking my top off. Then the massage will be ten times better."
"Y'know, we're not lil' kids no more."
"I'll still be covered up in front," Rangiku said. "You can turn around now."
"Could've warned me," Gin said, but even so, he resumed the massage.
Rangiku shivered.
"See? Toldja ya shouldn' take yer shirt off. Now yer cold. Maybe I should stop, let ya cover back up."
"No! It feels amazing."
Rangiku was not cold at all. Rather, every touch seemed to light a trail of fire on her skin. For moments after Gin's hands caressed her back her nerves tingled in frenzied delight. It left Rangiku unable to fall into her normal, cat-like repose, but instead, she was entranced at every touch. Rangiku had never known a massage could be so breathtaking.
So sleepy, bartending tomorrow. Ugh.
