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When Tomorrow Comes

Silent Betrayal

Rangiku slowly opened her eyes. It was still dark. Suddenly, she became aware of a weight, over her legs. Turning around her head, she was met with the sight of Gin's serene sleeping face, white locks partially covering his right eye. This was a first. He's never stayed the night at her place. Always when she wakes up, she finds herself half clothed and alone. But now she was completely naked, with Gin.

Turning around her body completely flush with his, she reached out her left hand, intending to brush away the locks covering part of his handsome face. She almost screamed with surprise when Gin abruptly captured her wrist.

Huffing indignantly, she tried to pull her hand saying, "I was only going to brush my hair!"

"Oh?" he said tauntingly, eyes open. "Then why was it that your hand was at an odd direction?"

Oh! He's really infuriating! What with that gleam in his eyes and mocking smile on his lips.

Gin released her hand. He touched the side of her face with the tips of fingers.

She purred.

In his eyes was a feral gleam. She shivered, not with cold but with excitement. It was a sign that he wasn't going to be a gentleman this time. That he was going to take her rough and hard, over again, until he was either spent or satiated. The latter she doubt would ever happen.

She could feel his arousal against her abdomen. Heat started to pool in between her thighs.

Gin cupped the back of Rangiku's head. And slowly, ever slowly, lessened the distance between their faces. He could now feel her breath on his face. It excited him more. He wanted to take her now, minus the foreplay. But no, he's going to hold on to his control. This night, he'll make this night special for his sweet Rangiku.

He touched his lips to hers. Gently nipping, probing, intensifying. His tongue traced the outline of her lips. He coaxed them open, plunging his tongue. Their tongues engaged in a battle.

Withdrawing from the kiss, Gin rolled Rangiku onto her back, a small smile playing on his face while doing so. He dipped his head to capture her lips again. She opened her mouth. He plunged his tongue to probe the secrets of its depths, his hands roaming the sides of her body, fingers tantalizingly grazing the sides of her breasts and nipples when his hands passed by them, begging more of his touch.

She arched her back, unashamedly rubbing her lower body against Gin's arousal, begging, her lips still locked with his, tongues intertwined, her right hand buried in his hair, the other clutched against his shoulder.

He raised his head and lovingly looked her in her impassioned, begging eyes.

Gin conceded at her eyes' silent request. He started kissing her throat, down to the hollow between her breasts. He pinched one tautened peak, sucking at the other, eliciting moans from Rangiku.

One hand travelled downward to cup her aching sex. She shivered involuntarily.

"Gin," she breathed.

"What is it, my dear Rangiku? What do you want?" Gin slid one finger between her feminine folds. "This?"

"Yes. Ughn... more. Please... "

He slipped one finger inside her, and began to slide it in and out. Adding another digit, he quickened his pace. Sensing her near her climax, he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his penis.

Rangiku gasped, opening her eyes, to meet Gin's. She came in time with his first thrust.

Gin slowly slid himself in and out of her tight wetness, stoking the embers of her passion until it once again blazed anew with his own fire.

Rangiku raised her hips in time with his thrusts, urging him to go deeper, faster.

"Look at me, Rangiku. I want to look into your eyes when you come for me. Say my name," he rasped quickening the pace of his thrusts.

She obeyed his command, smiling, "Aishiteru, Gin."

And they both reached the peak of their passion together.

It was as if the wind itself was wailing at the injustice of the persecution of Kuchiki Rukia-san. Everybody was silent, solemn. Each thinking differently, each having different opinions of the situation. As for Rangiku, she believed that Rukia-san should not be persecuted. She had valid reasons for what she did.

Heads turned at the arrival of Kuchiki Byakuya-san, captain of the sixth squad and adopted brother to Rukia-san. Strangers were willing to risk their lives to help Rukia-san, breaking rules, entering Seiritei illegally, but this man. She shook her head. Eyebrows were raised at his decision to help his sister. It certainly raised hers. She sighed once again, earning herself a withering look from her captain, Hitsugaya Toshirou-san.

Kuchiki-san to her was a cold man. Silent, mysterious but enigmatic nonetheless. Perhaps, she thinks him thus because she does not know him well, unlike gin whom she knows very well inside and out. Or so she thinks.

There was a commotion. One thing led to another. Rangiku was caught up in the action. Gin, her mind cried furiously. She found herself fighting him.

She couldn't bring herself to ask, "Why?" Her heart refused to accept that Gin has betrayed not only her but the whole of Seirete as well.

Aizen now had possession of that which he and his company betrayed everybody for. It was he who had set everything up. He put the life of Kurosaki Ichigo and his friends and that of Rukia-san for his own selfish reasons.

Circles of light appeared upon Aizen, Tousen and Gin. The lights were passages from the spirit world to that of the hollows.

"If you had waited a little more, we could have been together."

Note: I won't be following the timeline of the anime itself.

PS: Please bear with the lemon. I don't know how to write such scenes very well. Comments? Suggestions? I'm open to them. Thanks a lot for reading my story.