Title: Lily and Thistle

Author: paws_bells

Beta-ed by: MelissaRose85

Characters/Pairing: Sarugaki Hiyori and Hirako Shinji

Type: One-shot Collection (InComplete)

Genre: Romance/Humor

Word Count: 3985

Rating: M (Contains content suitable for mature teens and older) SMUT WARNING!

Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Kubo Tite.

Summary: 'Say Please'-verse. The language of flowers. The devoted and passionate Lily. The brave and loyal Thistle. A bouquet of love. One-shot series.

Created on: 22/07/13

Completed on: 22/07/13

Chapter Last Revised on: 07/08/13

Got Milk?

When Yoruichi very casually reached over to Hiyori and cupped the younger girl's chest in her palms, everyone in the immediate vicinity froze and goggled. The Goddess of Flash proceeded to squeeze the smaller blonde's very modest bosom experimentally a couple of times, looking very calm and unimpressed as she did so.

"You are still as flat as ever, Hiyori-chan," the purple-haired female announced at last, her features deadpan. "Why is that so?"

Hiyori just blinked at her training partner and comrade. She appeared remarkably composed and unbothered for someone who was being molested. "Yoruichi, we're in 'ta middle of a spar right now! Can't we do this later?"

Shinji, who had been observing the mock battle at the edge of the vast training ground of the Urahara Shoten (and briefly gawking in surprise alongside with Kisuke), was on hand almost immediately, phasing before the women with rather impressive speed.

"Goddammit, Yoruichi!" the golden-haired male snapped as he swiftly pulled Hiyori out of reach of her perverted, grabby hands. "Don't do that!"

Yoruichi cocked her head at the irritated Fifth Division Captain. "Why not?" she asked with casual indifference. "It's not the first time, anyway."

"Not the first time-" Shinji broke off, looking even more flustered now. He was also drawing his lover to him rather protectively. "Just how often have ya been groping my Hiyori?! From now on, you're not allowed to touch her without my permission!"

Not surprisingly, Hiyori quickly took offense to being treated like some piece of property. Several long seconds of awful, bone crunching violence later, the powerful and suave Gobantai Taichou was nursing what looked like a broken and bleeding nose as well as a terribly bruised shin as he quaked in pain beside his terribly nonchalant Hiyori.

The feline shape shifter flicked a disinterested glance at the poor man – it was somehow reassuring to see that some things were still the same no matter how everything else had changed.

"So we're not fightin' anymore?" Hiyori asked the other female.

She sounded a bit put out; it was always good to spar with someone stronger since she had quite recently begun to train in secret to achieve Bankai. Her near death experience with Ichimaru Gin had taught her a very valuable lesson – she was not strong enough yet, she still needed to grow and advance further in terms of her abilities and maturity so as not to burden the people around her. That look on Shinji's face when she had been brutally cut down by the fox-faced traitor still haunted her dreams, and Hiyori resolved never to be the cause of such trauma to the man she loved ever again.

Yoruichi arched her brow. "Your lover's here all the way from Soul Society and you're more interested in sparring with me than in going off to canoodle with him?" The golden-eyed female turned to look at Shinji skeptically.

"Huh. That explains why there's no development whatsoever, Hiyori-chan. That simply will not do," Yoruichi tsked, reaching out to fondle the blonde's chest again. "Hiyori-chan, you're a woman now; your cute little breasts won't sprout on their own if your man isn't massaging them properly for you. Oi, Shinji, are you watching?"

Now, Shinji's nose was dripping with blood for an entirely different reason. He sputtered unintelligibly.

"I'd have thought that you'd know of such things, Shinji," Yoruichi commented blithely. "Poor Hiyori-chan."

Hiyori appeared slightly intrigued by the information. Eying the shape shifter's own impressive assets, she asked, "S'that how you got those, Yoruichi?"

"Why! Of course!" the dark-skinned female winked at her other half, who unfurled his fan and was smiling rather creepily behind it. "Kisuke was very helpful."

"Ara, ara, Yoruichi," her lover drawled then, seamlessly tag-teaming and joining in on the joke with the playful woman. "Shinji might prefer Hiyori-san as she is now, you know."

"Eh? Shinji, you don't like breasts? You prefer more…childlike women?" the purple-haired shape shifter enquired innocuously. Now, even Hiyori was watching him narrowly, and Shinji swallowed hard. His life was literally hanging in the balance right now. It was a while before he spoke.

"I'm abstainin' from this question," he croaked out at last. "There's no correct answer; either choice is detrimental to my physical health, reputation and relationship. I'll take Hiyori however she'd like me 'ta."

"That's a pretty sly reply," the cat woman remarked rather neutrally, though her eyes were gleaming with unholy glee. Shinji inwardly cursed her to hell and back for putting him in such a difficult position. "Hiyori-chan, I can see why you are unsatisfied; Shinji's obviously such an ambiguous lover. Are the both of you even doing it properly? Or is Shinji doing things upside down again?" By now, Yoruichi was not only fondling Hiyori, but also drawing the smaller woman to her own bosom and cuddling the pigtailed blonde, who was strangely docile and appeared unusually passive as she remained contentedly in the older woman's arms, much to Shinji's outrage and jealousy.

There was something about Yoruichi that reminded Hiyori a bit of her beloved Hikifune Taichou, and it also helped that the purple-haired shape shifter seemed to be very affectionate towards the younger female as well. As such, they had always had a pretty good relationship, which was why Hiyori never really minded whenever Yoruichi included her in the latter's many little schemes to cause discomfort and embarrass the people around her – not to mention, hage Shinji was certainly looking quite mortified and agitated right now, which was always a good thing in her book.

The petite blonde shrugged. "I don't know. We don't do it all ta' time. S'okay, I 'spose. S'not like I have other experiences ta' compare him with."

This time, both Kisuke and Yoruichi were looking at Shinji with arched disappointment, much to his increasing chagrin. "Hiyori! There'll be no other experiences whatsoever!"

"Shinji rated only an 'okay,' Hiyori-chan?" Yoruichi questioned with mock dismay. "That's no good! Shinji, do you need lessons on how to please a woman? Kisuke can give you some pointers if you require them."

"I'll be glad to be of service," the bucket hat wearing Urahara quipped with a perfectly straight face. "Anything to help Shinji become more than average in Hiyori-san's regard."

"I don't need any lessons," the Fifth Division Captain gritted out, his face unusually flushed now. They were going to be the death of him; he should have known that the other two ex-Captains were not going to let him off so easily once they learned that both he and Hiyori had finally gotten together.

"It's alright, my poor little Hiyori-chan!" Yoruichi smooshed the smaller blonde to her abundant breasts, much to the latter's twitch of surprise. "Yoruichi has your back. If you're lonely and feel like Shinji's not giving you enough lovin', come to me! I'll teach you how to fully appreciate the splendor of a woman's lush, magnificent body!"

"No, that's definitely not alright at all!" Shinji finally recovered from his spluttering embarrassment and quickly moved forward, deftly freeing his bemused lover from the devil woman's clutches. "Don't teach Hiyori any unnecessary things, Yoruichi!"

The cat woman had the gall to shrug nonchalantly. "Well, somebody has to teach Hiyori-chan something. We can't just let the poor dear put up with mediocre sex." Choking in disbelief, Shinji turned a bright shade of red at that not-so-subtle jab. "And besides, if you're not going to help stimulate Hiyori-chan's physical growth-" The purple-haired Shihouin gestured vaguely to her own impressive bust. "-I'll be more than happy to do so on your behalf! Hiyori-chan is so cute and cuddly anyway; I'd love to fondle her more." Yoruichi made as if to reach out for the petite blonde once more, but Shinji quickly drew his brat back, retreating zealously from the smirking female. A chuckling Kisuke came up to stand beside her.

"I'll worry about the development of Hiyori's chest myself, thank you very much," the Gobantai Taichou muttered. "Right now, in fact. Come, brat; we're leaving."

"Don't tell me what 'ta do, baldy!" his disagreeable significant other grumbled grouchily. "I came here 'ta train, not be dragged about the place like some ragdoll- Shinji!"

He had grown impatient of her resistance and simply picked her up over his shoulder like a sack of rice, prompting her shout of displeasure. "Quiet, Hiyori. Your unnecessary input will be ignored. My fragile pride as a man and as your lover is at stake here; until you're screaming my name to the heavens in praise and worship, anything else you say will be promptly disregarded."

"That's the spirit, Shinji!" Yoruichi cheered.

Hiyori was already screaming, alright. "HIRAKO SHINJI! IF YOU DON'T LEMME DOWN RIGHT NOW, KUBIKIRI OROCHI IS GOING STRAIGHT UP YOUR ASS, I SWEAR TO GOD!"

The Fifth Division Captain wrested his lover's sword from her before she could make good on her threat to kancho him with the zanpakuto. Pinching her backside sharply in retaliation and eliciting an undignified squawk from her, he warned, "You're gonna get a spanking if ya keep this up, brat."

Hiyori screeched bloody murder.

Kisuke exchanged an amused glance with Yoruichi. "Those two sure have an interesting definition of foreplay," he commented, and the purple-haired female snorted.

"Are you sure you don't need an instruction manual, Shinji?!" the cat woman hollered after the retreating couple. "We made a Chappy-illustrated version for the other idiot/chibi pair, but you can borrow it if you want to!"

"Shut up, Yoruichi!" Shinji yelled back to the backdrop of Hiyori's howls of displeasure. The pair's bickering could be heard fading quickly into the distance.

Yoruichi grinned to herself, pleased at a job well done. "Now, that's the way a reunion between lovers should look!"

Kisuke lifted his brow. "Like they're going to kill each other? Because that's what it looks like to me."

The purple-haired female gave the bucket hat wearing blonde an exasperated look.

"It's passion! Passion! You know, that romantic flying embrace between couples who haven't seen each other in forever?"

"I'm pretty sure that Shinji just dropped by last week, though," Kisuke remarked. Not to mention, there was nothing remotely romantic about the way the Gobantai Taichou had carted out his other half, who had been screeching like a banshee the entire while. His input was ignored, of course. Yoruichi continued.

"Hiyori-chan's too shy to properly display her affection, so I'm helping her, the cute little thing," the exiled Shihouin princess commented.

"Well then, in that case, something tells me that Shinji's going to get an affectionate kick right in the face the moment he lets his cute Hiyori-san loose later."

Several affectionate kicks in the face, in fact.

"It's alright! Sheesh, don't sweat the small stuff, Kisuke!"

"…milk," Shinji mumbled against his lover's bare back hours later.

Hiyori stirred slightly at his seemingly random comment, but felt too lethargic and boneless to move further. Besides, his weight kept her pinned on her stomach on the mattress; his lean and muscular arms were wrapped snugly around her waist and his larger, equally nude form was collapsed on top of her smaller one, keeping her firmly under him. His cheek was resting against the slope of her upper back, and all in all, his current relaxed, languid demeanor closely resembled that of a sleek, lazy jungle cat that had just successfully completed an extremely satisfying hunt and had ate its fill.

The room was a complete mess; clothes strewn haphazardly all over the place, Kubikiri Orochi stabbed into the floor a few paces away from the bed, and Sakanade somehow lodged haphazardly up in the ceiling over them, though how it got all the way up there in the first place currently eluded the pair. A brief but fierce battle in the training ground of the Vizard's Warehouse had ensued before they eventually took their fight into the bedroom where the Shinigami Captain had managed to subdue his feisty significant other and re-channel her irate, destructive tendencies, turning her aggression into passion instead, her anger into lust. The results had been something spectacular as they focused the full force of their sexual drive at each other, and now completely spent from their physical exertions and feeling infinitely calmer, the two lovers were momentarily content to bask in the afterglow of their frantic lovemaking.

"Drink more milk from now on," Shinji elaborated lazily then. "I heard that papaya milk is good, in particular."

"What for? The hell would I wanna drink more milk?" she retorted, swiveling her head to the side to look at him.

"Milk supposedly promotes breast growth, or somethin' like that," he muttered back. "You're also too skinny, brat, so start eatin' more if you really wanna develop a fuller figure."

She started to stiffen with ire. "Do you have a fuckin' problem with how I look now?" she demanded, twisting around in his arms and trying to wiggle out of his firm hold as she snapped at him.

His sleepy golden eyes sharpened slightly and grew more alert as he studied the growing scowl on her face. There was an ominous tone in her voice that immediately made his male instincts start waving red warning flags in his head. "No…" he answered slowly at last. "I already told ya earlier; I'll take ya however way you want me 'ta. You were the one who wanted bigger boobs."

She looked indignant that he was trying to pin this on her. "I never said that I wanted bigger boobs, shithead!"

He blinked at her. Come to think of it, Hiyori had never once mentioned earlier that she wished to be more well-endowed. It was Yoruichi who had been going on and on about his brat's measurements; Hiyori had been rather noncommittal about the whole thing. Most importantly…

"Then what the bloody hell were we fightin' about in the first place?" he questioned with a disgruntled groan, ignoring her irritable struggles and pulling her close. There was no way he was going to let her volatile temper escalate into yet another boiling tantrum that could only be appeased by a hard, physical fight – once today was enough, thank you very much.

"I don't know," she replied testily, visibly bristling. "You were lookin' for a fight; so I gave ya one."

"No, I wasn't," he murmured in flat denial against her neck, his voice muffled. "I'd rather spend my time lovin' you than fightin' you, brat."

His honest words seemed to have some sort of effect on her moody temperament, for she calmed slightly and stopped trying to push him away. He showed his appreciation by kissing his way down her neck and along her shoulder, and her breathing quickened. Sensing opportunity, he quickly rolled her under him and proceeded to show her that he meant every word he said.

She was already slick from their previous coupling and more than ready to receive him, and he nudged her legs apart and swiftly mounted her. He ducked his head and nipped her jawline, eliciting a hitched moan from her, and then he caught her lips with his own at the same time he slid wetly into her. She was snug and slippery and enveloped him with such incredible heat that he groaned against her mouth as he hilted himself fully in her.

Despite her earlier disgruntlement, it didn't take Hiyori very long to get right into the act of their lovemaking. She had always been an extremely passionate individual, and he just happened to be the only one able to light the hungry, desperate fire in her that only he could subsequently quench. She throbbed for him, and when he covered her like that – inside of her, around her – he beguiled her, distracted her, completely muddled up her thoughts until he was the only thing that mattered in her mind. His musky masculine scent, his addictive warmth, the feel of his hard, sleek body pressing down possessively over hers, the light tickle of his silk-like hair against her face – they all did things to her that just made her want him even more.

She was already sensitive from the last climax he gave her, still slightly aroused and a bit wobbly from her earlier orgasm, and sinful pleasure quickly bloomed once more across the millions of delicate nerve endings that lined her sleek inner walls when he entered her. She hissed shakily when he started to move, and the friction that arose between their bodies felt so completely decadent that she instinctively arched against him for more when he slowly pulled out of her, already fighting to join back with him, to have him fill her completely once more.

He drugged her with his kisses, long, erotic exchanges that involved his pierced tongue languidly teasing hers, dominating her with such sensuality that she couldn't even resist him. Whining low in her throat, she started to strain against him, quickly being driven wild by the careful deliberateness of his movements, each languid surge of his hips as he slipped back into her, their loins merging with painstaking slowness as he made her feel every single inch of him as he sheathed himself back inside of her.

He held her down firmly by the hips as he made tender love to her, separating from her once more just as leisurely, not allowing her to take the lead no matter how she squirmed and her body was begging so sweetly for him to take her, hard. He pulled away from her mouth to trail kisses down her throat once more, well aware of how much it turned her on when he did so, marking her pale skin with tiny little love bites as he went along the way, his long, lean frame bending over her as he focused his attention on her small but utterly lovely form. She was so charming; her physique so delicate and slight, yet still exquisitely feminine, and he was completely enthralled. Lowering his golden head over her small but pert breasts, he took one pebbled nipple into his mouth and gently licked the little rosy nub, then lightly bit down on the sensitive flesh, and she nearly came off of the bed, struggling under him with increasing determination to end this sweet torture, only to be firmly denied by him.

"Sh-Shinji!" She was panting hard by now, her glowing ochre eyes glazing over with lust, becoming increasingly frustrated as he continued to tease her mercilessly.

He lifted his head briefly to look at her, his golden gaze darkening at the alluring, wanton look on her face. "Patience, brat," he told her huskily. "Wait for it."

Wait for what? Hiyori wanted to ask, but then he was touching her breasts once more, putting his mouth to good use, one large but elegant hand coming up to cover the rest of her chest, sinfully long fingers plucking and playing with her other sensitive nipple, and then she could not think any longer, let alone form coherent words. He was rocking against her very slowly, settling down low between her parted thighs, and dimly, through the aching, distracting pleasure, it slowly occurred to her what he was doing.

He was bringing her to completion just by concentrating his attention on her breasts alone, and damn it, it was working.

Hiyori tossed her head from side to side and her stomach tightened when a particular hard swirl of his slick, agile tongue made her entire body jerk from the sheer intensity of the sensation, and her slim hips arched helplessly into his, the tingling pressure in her womb building more and more as he suckled her insistently in tandem to each lazy, unhurried roll of his sleek flanks, his fingers all but worshipping her breasts with as much fervor as his hot mouth, and she was getting so fucking close. She bit her lips hard enough to almost draw blood, her small hands fisting into the bedspread by her sides, her legs coming up to wrap around her lover's waist, the expression on her flushed face one of urgent need, the taut little ball sitting in the pit of her belly drawing tighter and tighter, until she suddenly just came undone.

She threw her head back and howled his name with brazen, unashamed sexual satisfaction, her small body seizing up as her orgasm gripped her in its powerful, pleasurable throes. It prompted him to bury himself fully inside of her, quickly releasing her reddened and tender nipple from the erotic torment of his mouth to muffle her cries of fulfillment with a hard kiss instead, gathering her into his arms as she writhed and her slick passage continued to ripple and contract helplessly around his rigid length.

She was still quivering, weak from her climax, when he started to move again, this time in search of his own release, and she could only cling to him as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear, her thighs trembling as they rode up against his hips, momentarily passive and docile as she remained tightly entwined with him, nuzzling his neck and chest blindly as he continued to make love to her. His movements slowly quickened as his own orgasm approached, and she moved along with him, her breathing escalating once more, shivers of pleasure shooting up her spine as she moaned softly, unable to ignore his sensual attention. Her innate physical reaction to him encouraged and hastened his impending sexual release, and when he finally came, thrusting into her one last time with a husky groan, she did too, her shuddering body welcoming his seed with such sweet, eager passion that he was completely mesmerized.

It was awhile before either of them could regain control of their senses. She remained completely limp under him even after her sexual high slowly started to die down, and the events of the day must have tired her out completely, for she did not even try to leave his side like she usually would, not that he had ever let her succeed before. Instead, Hiyori just yawned sleepily, flashing her little fang as she did so, then blinked drowsily and barely reacted when he wrapped an arm around her waist and reversed their positions, so that he was lying under her now and she did not have to bear the full brunt of his weight. Much to his pleasure, she just curled up against him, her head resting against the crook of his shoulder and a leg thrown over his in haphazard familiarity, and he kissed her crown in affection.

He was just beginning to settle into a light doze when she suddenly spoke, rousing him from the lazily contented, post coital mood that had sunk in.

"…Shinji," she whispered his name with unusual hesitation, diligently avoiding his curious, searching gaze at the same time. "I'm really kinda…small, aren't I?"

It took him a short moment to understand what she was talking about. Despite all of her earlier bravado, she was obviously feeling a bit self-conscious, even though she had been trying so hard not to show it. It was especially endearing that she was turning to him to ease her worries, and so he took her question seriously.

"I didn't fall in love with you for just your breasts, Hiyori. Big or small, I'll still adore them because they're a part of you; I thought I just demonstrated that point well enough. Don't worry your little head so much 'bout it, stupid."

Her face turned bright red then, and for a brief second there, he thought that she was going to start getting shouty with him again. Then, that moment passed, and she just ended up pressing her flushed cheeks into the side of his neck instead, hiding from his amused gaze and rendered speechless by his candid, matter-of-fact reply. He chuckled softly.

"So, even you can feel embarrassment, huh, brat?"

"S-Shut up!"

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Questions That I Would Like To Answer Before You Ask:

Poor Shinji, he's always going to get teased by the UraYoru team, especially where Hiyori is concerned, ahaha. This plot idea came to me out of the blue, but I really liked how it turned out. Yoruichi and Urahara are such a joy to write – I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!

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Erm yes, I'm not entirely sure how true it is, but it's yet another urban legend that massaging the breasts can apparently increase their size. Well, it's a running gag/saying over here in Asia, at least – if you want bigger boobs, get your lover to massage them for you every night, haha.

Also, (legend says that) papaya milk helps too - don't ask me where Shinji heard that from, I have no idea myself.

…though I think the milk part might hold some merit in Bleach-verse. According to Bleach Wiki, one of Yoruichi's favorite things to drink is milk, and well, that impressive bust speaks for itself, really. XD

FYI, Hiyori did start taking more milk-related products after this; I have no idea how effectively that turned out for her, though!

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I actually intended the second part of this fic to be an omake (hence the rather abrupt transition between the parts). But in the end, the omake became even longer than the original piece (largely in part due to the smut), and so I took off the omake label and just joined them together instead. Anyway, I hope some of you liked. =)

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Last but not least, thanks for reading!

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