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: 4084

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: 18/08/13

Completed on: 21/08/13

Chapter Last Revised on: 28/09/13

Date Night – Part III

The small golden-haired female was sprawled carelessly amongst the blankets, her dress bunched haphazardly around her middle, leaving her completely bare everywhere else.

Tiny red marks decorated her neck, shoulders and chest – the physical signs of affection left by her amorous lover – and her ochre eyes were fogged with passion, vague and unseeing as she stared straight ahead, her hands curled into tiny fists by her sides, bunching the sheets under her as she struggled not to yell out her pleasure to the vast starlit skies above. She was trembling finely, her nude, nubile body hypersensitive against the cool night air, her small, pert breasts aching with the need to be caressed and kissed once again by long, elegant fingers and a hot, tender mouth.

Her breathing was rapid, her chest rising up and down quickly, the delineation of her ribcage obvious as it moved with every sharp intake of breath. The soft candle lights cast flickering shadows over her small, waiflike form. She was tense with arousal, the needy expression on her face highly erotic and alluring at the same time, and she had to bite her lips to keep from letting any sound escape her. Fuck. He was killing her. He was killing her so damn good that she had to fight not to give in to her natural instincts and-

"Nnnngh."

The helpless little whine spilled out from her throat when he deliberately swirled his tongue hard against her clitoris, and her hips immediately surged against his mouth, powerless to resist his relentless assault on her senses.

He held her down firmly and paused in his ministrations, and she nearly cried when he stopped. He slowly lifted his head from between her legs and licked his lips, sampling her delicate essence on his palate.

"Hiyori," Shinji's voice was husky, intimate. Teasing. "What did I say 'bout keepin' quiet?"

She was flushed, utterly hot and bothered, and she was really regretting agreeing to his completely torturous condition. She shook her head wordlessly at him, not trusting herself to speak, her jaw clenched tight with lust and frustration, and he just looked amusedly at her, damn him.

"I'll give ya 'nother chance. One more sound from ya, and I'm stoppin' for good. I'm enjoyin' the concert right now, ya know."

Fuck the concert, she wanted to yell at him, but she was still bound to the agreement that he had tricked her into earlier, and he was loving her so damn well that she could not bring herself to do anything to jeopardize the sheer pleasure that he was bringing her. She was feeling so flustered and mad with desire, and just about everything was exciting her right now, churning her into a crazed frenzy; from the attentive, heavy lidded look on his face to the feel of his large hands gripping her thighs, and even the slow, decadent jazz music playing in the background sounded like sensuous sex to her.

After this evening, she would never, ever, see his favorite music genre as boring or old fashioned again.

He lifted her effortlessly and pushed a pillow under her lower back, propping her hips up further so that the position gave him easier access to her body. She was utterly pliant to his maneuvering, conceding to him in this instance, closing her eyes as she tried rather futilely to calm the frantic racing of her heart. She could sense him shifting his weight slightly, settling back between her legs like a lazy tomcat; she shivered as his long fingers caressed her inner thigh, and her eyes burst open when she felt his mouth replace his hand in a sensual kiss.

There was a swift intake of air on her side as their gazes met, and he did not break eye contact as his hot, moist mouth moved leisurely over her silken flesh, his tongue flicking lightly over the sensitive skin, and then he suckled slowly, intentionally leaving another small, red mark of possession mere inches away from her flowering arousal. He was not nearly cruel enough to leave her hanging while he was worshipping other parts of her body, and she jerked slightly when he brushed his fingers against the intense moistness between her legs, his thumb sliding achingly slow against her swollen vulva to rub the tiny pearl that nestled within it.

Hiyori had to turn her face to the side and clamp her mouth shut to keep from crying out, her slender torso twisting beautifully as she arched up from the bedding. She didn't know how much longer she could stand this exquisite form of torture, but it felt so damn good, and she was getting so turned on by it that she was shaking uncontrollably with acute sexual tension. She was panting softly like she had just slaughtered an entire slew of Menos Grandes, and she felt so hyperaware of him that it was almost painful.

He pulled her bodily back to him and licked softly at the little love bite that he had just put on her inner thigh. Then, still looking at her, he slowly lifted her leg and draped it over his shoulder. Giving the tiny bruise one last affectionate kiss, he moved even closer to her, finally putting both of his hands to good use between her legs. The position that he put her in left her completely and lewdly open to his hungry gaze, and he took the time to admire the way her womanhood glistened beautifully from sexual excitement, her flushed and plump labia parted to reveal the pretty pink flesh hidden within.

She looked mouthwateringly luscious, and he knew for a fact that she tasted exquisite. Her delectable, womanly scent clouded his head, and he did not hesitate as he put his mouth on that most sensitive part of her once more, moving his lips deliberately against her slick entrance, his pierced tongue insistently parting her slippery folds again and again, greedily lapping up the sweet nectar of her body even as she writhed under him.

Caught in the throes of carnal lust, Hiyori brought her forearm to her mouth and bit down on it to keep from moaning out loud. Her head thrashed from side to side, and at last she made a wild grab for one of the smaller cushions lying nearby, bringing it up to her face to gag herself with it. Bloody hell, that sinful mouth of his was going to be her undoing. The way he was quickly flicking his tongue against her clit made her toes curl and her eyes threaten to roll into the back of her head, and she was already strung so taut with arousal that when he pushed a long finger into her tight, convulsing passage to further intensify her experience, stroking her quickly and urgently, she very swiftly lost it, bucking against him madly as he overwhelmed her senses with sheer pleasure.

Shinji stilled completely as he let her orgasm overtake her, his mouth pressed against her heaving body in a silent kiss, his large, narrow hands steadying her as she suddenly clamped tight and came apart with a muffled scream. She remained tensed for the longest time, her slight form quivering finely from the sheer force of her release, and she was so delightfully wet that he could not help but slowly start to lap at her again, languidly and repeatedly sliding his tongue into her small physique to coax out more of that addictive honeyed sweetness.

She mewed weakly, so acutely aware of his every action even when her body felt utterly boneless and she was already limp from satisfaction. He was still not done with her though, and took advantage of her momentary passivity to continue to make love to her with his mouth, wrapping his lips around the painfully sensitive bundle of nerve endings and sucking lightly on it, drinking from her body and using the rough pad of his tongue to stimulate her relentlessly. Her lithe, perspiration-slicked body was still experiencing the aftershocks from her previous climax, still hypersensitive from his exquisite attentions, and it didn't take long for him to nudge her over the edge once more, and this time, she wailed his name into the pillow, loud enough that he could clearly hear it despite her rather futile attempt to restrain herself.

He smiled inwardly. She was cute when she was like that.

She was lying in a disheveled, wildly abandoned heap before him, her limbs sprawled haphazardly around her and the expression on her face dazed and languid from spent passion. She looked irresistibly sexy to him, and he slowly sat up, lightly swiping a thumb across his damp mouth and then licking the pad of his finger deliberately as he did so. She was watching him, her eyes darkening, ochre depths slowly stirring with renewed desire for him. She pushed herself up shakily and crawled over to him, leaning up and kissing him eagerly. She was being very demonstrative, rubbing against him with needy euphoria, drunk from pleasure and the oxytocin running through her veins, and he groaned at her amorously affectionate onslaught.

Her mouth sucked at his hungrily, her tongue darting out to lick at his lips, small teeth nipping lightly, and she seemed to grow even more excited as she tasted herself on him. He was still fully clothed whereas she was already unabashedly nude as the day she was born, her dress now crumpled and bunched uselessly around her middle. She climbed onto his lap and pushed up against him, hurriedly divesting him of his blazer and all but ready to rip his shirt off of him next, but he stopped her before she could ruin the fabric – he had already lost more than his share of shirts thanks to her impatient hands, and this one happened to be one of his favorites – and undid the buttons himself instead.

Hiyori ground lightly against him and ducked her head against his exposed neck, restlessly kissing every inch of bare skin that she could reach, and she was being so damn fervent and passionate that he had trouble containing her. Her hands moved down to his pants even as her mouth roved over his exposed chest, running her tongue against his defined pectorals and male nipples, scraping her teeth against his flesh even as her nimble fingers worked speedily to unfasten his belt and his zipper. She started to delve beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs, and she pushed him down onto the bedding at the same time. Hiyori straddled his thighs even as her small hand closed around his erection, quickly freeing him from the confines of his clothes.

He was already heavy and stiff with arousal, and she shimmied down the length of his legs, bending over to kiss the head of his penis. She rubbed her lips affectionately against the sensitive ridge of his shaft, and then swirled her tongue in his slit, and his stomach clenched at the sensation. Then, she was licking him from root to tip, again and again, her saliva mixing with the traces of clear pre-ejaculate that were leaking out from him as a sign of sexual excitement, lubricating him even as she wrapped one hand around his girth and stroked him eagerly, her other hand playing with his balls in a way that she knew he was utterly weak to. She was touching him with such enthusiasm, and he could not help but instinctively react to the utterly wanton sight of her pleasuring him, and when she took him into his mouth, cherry red lips wrapped around his hard length even as she continued to give him a hand job, something in him snapped.

He sat up suddenly and swiftly grabbed her, forcing her to release him and dislodging her from his body as he got into a crouch before her. Snaking an arm around her small waist, he lifted her effortlessly and swiveled her around so that she was facing away from him, and then he pushed her onto her hands and knees. She was so light that it was utterly easy to maneuver her, and he nudged her down further onto the bedspread, so that she was bent right over in front of him, her shoulders resting against the soft surface while her flanks were still raised up in the air, supported by her knees. Her new position provided him a very erotic view of her flowering womanhood, and he wasted no time divesting himself of the rest of his clothes and then rising up over her to cover her smaller form.

Hiyori was surprised by how quickly he had moved, but Shinji did not give her much time to wonder what he was up to. Lowering his head, he thoroughly kissed the erogenous zones of her exposed shoulders and neck, his large hands caressing her bare stomach and chest, and it wasn't long before she was squirming needily against him again. Growing increasingly flustered by his ministrations, she tried to reach around to touch him once again, but he just bore down on her with his weight and gave her no leeway to move. His hot mouth caressed the slender column of her throat, and a tiny sound escaped her.

"Shhh," he husked, and shivers ran up her spine at the silky tone of his voice. "No noise, remember?"

He definitely had got to be fucking kidding her. All she could think of was screwing him right now and if he thought that she still cared about his stupid game and his stupid music, then he was going to be in for a big surprise.

"If ya want me 'ta be quiet, then shut me up yourself," she challenged him irritably, turning her head to glower at him, her ochre eyes dark with lust.

To her surprise, he chuckled.

"I was wonderin' how much more it was gonna take before ya caved," he remarked in a low, delicious tenor, and the expression on her face was a mix of annoyance and arousal when she realized that was the true condition of his terribly unamusing game. It was never even about his jazz concert, which was still playing in the background, though neither of them was paying the music much attention right now.

"Damn baldy…" she growled, looking quite affronted. He moved in and kissed her hungrily before her temper could ignite, and that quieted her for a bit. His hand crept downwards from her waist to the feminine treasure nestled between her legs, and his voracious little lover immediately rubbed herself against his fingers, panting at the maddening friction. His digits came away wet, and he slid his hand to her thigh next, coaxing her to spread her legs further apart, opening her up for his lovemaking.

She bucked into him impatiently, and he nipped at her bare shoulder in light reprimand, though that only served to turn her on even more, judging by her rough purr of sensual delight. Wrapping his arm around her middle once again to still her, he finally, slowly, pressed the tip of his erection against her slick entrance.

Hiyori strained against him, trying to take all of him in her immediately, but he held her down firmly, controlling the depth and speed of his penetration. "You've had your fun, brat," he murmured wickedly against the shell of her ear. "Now's my turn."

He slid slowly into her, filling her completely in one thrust, much to her quiet moan of pleasure. The position he put her in made it easier for him to enter her; she was so small that it was usually a struggle to fit himself inside of her at first – and he enjoyed how she was contracting around him, her inner muscles rippling furiously as he remained fully hilted in her. His hand reached down between her legs once more, and he started to move against her, his fingers gently caressing her clitoris, plump and swollen from sexual excitement, once again stirring her up at the same time as he pulled out of her before sinking back in again.

She could feel every inch of him acutely as he moved against her, every sinful glide of his flanks intensifying her pleasure, and her knees threatened to go out on her when he went in so deep that the tip of his arousal hit the entrance of her cervix.

"Shit, Shinji!" she squeaked breathlessly, buckling slightly under him before he simply pulled her upright, supporting her weight with a strong arm even as he angled her to receive him better. Her breath hitched helplessly when he did it again, and the pain-pleasure sensation drove her wild. She turned her face into the bedding and bit into the fabric, and then she curved the lower half of her body up into his sleek, sinewy loins, rubbing her bottom against him in an entirely enticing way that made him grit his teeth and drive hard into her. She gasped, and then she was quickly begging for more.

He slowly pressed her down onto her stomach until she was lying flat on the blankets, and then he straddled her from the back, grinding against the beguiling softness of her shapely behind, hissing at how snug she was. His lean, rangy frame was curled over her smaller one as he held her down with one hand on the small of her back and the other between her shoulder blades, and he bent down to kiss the side of her slender throat even as he continued to thrust into her. The way her body was grasping hungrily at his was simply intoxicating, and the feel of her was so amazing that it was a challenge not to lose control and just ride her, hard.

Hiyori was also not making matters easy for him. His petite lover was struggling under him, trying to match his movements, and the frantic little sounds that came out from her mouth were arousing as hell. At last, he shifted over her, briefly pinning her with his full weight before curling an arm around her middle once again and anchoring her slight form to his own. She was shivering against him, very much on edge, and he rolled onto his side on the bedding, taking her with him and spooning her intimately. She whimpered when their movements made him shift inside of her, setting off sparks of pleasure across the numerous nerve endings lined along her inner walls, and she quickly squeezed hard around his shaft in reaction.

He swore lightly under his breath – she was so damn tight. Shinji reached down to the crook of her knee with his free hand and draped her leg over his hip, propping her small feet against the back of his upper thigh, opening her up slightly and easing the pressure somewhat. He lazily rolled his hips against hers, his hand slipping over from her slender, trembling limb to possessively cup her mound of Venus, his long, elegant digits sliding against her slick folds, fingering her once again as he continued to move in and out of her in long, thorough strokes.

She was becoming very tense – she was already all strung up from his tender ministrations earlier and, right now, everything was putting her into overdrive, the feel of his body against hers, the musky , heady scent of his cologne, the way he was loving her so good – the fierce ball of need gathering in the pit of her belly was becoming tighter and tighter, and she turned her face frantically to his, meeting his mouth in a lusty, carnal kiss even as she moved instinctively to meet every powerful flex of his loins.

"Shinji," she panted against his lips, her eyes glowing with wild passion. "Harder. Fuck me harder."

He could sense that she was very close to completion, and so he obliged her, picking up on the pace of their lovemaking and pulling her tight against him, and she seemed to curl into him, quivering as he increased the speed of his thrusts, his head ducking against her exposed neck as he bit down lightly on the sensitive flesh. She whined shakily, her hand coming up behind to briefly grab hold of his flank, her nails digging into his bare flesh as he rocked hard against her. Their breathing was harsh, their bodies damp with a fine sheen of sweat, and exhilaration heated their bloods as they bonded with each other physically.

Hiyori was quickly overwhelmed when all that tension building inside of her suddenly burst apart in a powerful shower of sensual pleasure. Her fingers dug into the bedding and she froze mid arch, a loud, breathless cry escaping her as she met her release, this one by far the most powerful out of all the others that her lover had given her that evening. Shinji's arm tightened around her waist as she shuddered and shook helplessly against him, overtaken by her orgasm as she was momentarily blinded by the pure sensations of sexual gratification.

The fierce tide of her orgasm was enough to force Shinji to surrender to his own climax. Her inner muscles clamped down hard on him, and the sleek, undulating walls gripped around his erection like a hot, silken vice, massaging his male flesh with blatant eroticism. The explicitly wanton way she was mercilessly constricting around him made it extremely hard for him not to react to her body's instinctive stimulation, and he quickly buried himself completely in her in one last, hard stroke. The increasing pressure at the base of his spine quickly exploded in an intense climax as he stiffened and gave himself to the incredible persuasions of her heaving, welcoming womb, pouring his seed in her with a deep, husky groan of satisfaction.

For the longest moment, neither of them moved as they remained tangled in each other, their hearts pounding madly from their carnal exertions. Then, Shinji sighed and dropped a tired kiss on the small patch of skin behind Hiyori's ear. She had gone utterly limp in his arms after her release, her bare chest still moving a tad too quickly as she struggled to regain control of her senses. He raised his hand to turn her face to his, kissing her cheek and then brushing his mouth against her full, rosy lips. She slowly, languidly responded to his display of affection after a while, her feline gaze now lazy with contentment – she looked mussed and utterly well loved.

The petite blonde separated briefly from her lover and then wiggled around to face him. She reached up and started to kiss him hungrily, still feeling high from her orgasm, her tongue licking sweetly at his mouth even as she pressed her nude body up against him invitingly once more. He groaned again, this time with a mix of chagrin and amusement. The mixture of their essences was seeping from her body and staining her upper thighs, but she did not seem to care as she just pushed him onto his back and amorously continued to attack his neck and mouth. It was erotic as hell, and combined with her sheer magnetic presence and affectionate demeanor, he was very soon raring to go once more.

Rolling her under him, he reached out to cup one of her small but sensitive breasts. She arched eagerly into his hand, looking at him with heavy lidded passion.

"Ya insatiable minx," he chided huskily. "You're lucky that I love ya."

His unabashed and very casual declaration of affection made her flush in reaction. Even after all this time, she was still not quite sure how to handle his verbal avowal of love for her. He was obviously waiting for her reply though, and she at last, very reluctantly, did so, her cheeks glowing red with embarrassment.

"Ya the only one I'm makin' love with," she muttered, trying at the same time to look anywhere else but at him. "Of course I want as much of ya as I can get."

Her awkward reply was kind of endearing, and he also knew that she was still feeling a bit insecure and anxious after their one year separation, hence her increased physical need for him.

"Ya can just tell me right off the bat that ya love me too, ya know," he told her almost teasingly, and she just turned a brighter shade of red.

"S-Shut up already, dumbass!"

Omake

It was a while later, when they were both utterly spent from the acts of their lovemaking and the night was long silent, that Hiyori suddenly remembered her prior discussion with Lisa.

The female Vizard lifted her head from her lover's chest and spoke, rousing the other blonde from his light doze.

"Hey baldy, let's go 'ta a love hotel next time. It looks interestin'."

Unsurprisingly, Shinji quickly came awake at her innocuous but completely unexpected remark, an incredulous look on his face as he swiveled his head down to stare at her.

"What?!"

Hiyori looked mildly surprised at his flabbergasted expression – this was strange.

"Lisa said that you'd bring me."

Of course. He should have known.

"Lisa, huh?" Shinji muttered, sounding a bit vexed now. Just what on earth was the other Vizard teaching his brat? "Do ya even know what a love hotel is for, Hiyori?" he demanded to know next.

Hiyori shrugged slightly. "I saw the pictures in Lisa's manga. She said that it's a playground, but for adults. I've never been 'ta a playground for adults before."

She sounded way too interested for his peace of mind.

"You better not have," he retorted exasperatedly in response to her comment. When she started to frown slightly at him, he sighed and explained to her what people did in love hotels.

"Oh." There was a brief pause as she digested the information. "Well, can we still go?"

"Hiyori!"

::owari::

Questions That I Would Like To Answer Before You Ask:

Well, I hope this chapter pleased at least a few of you. I definitely had fun writing it, and I hope that it was worth the wait for you guys.

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FYI, according to Wikipedia, before Jazz (the music genre) was invented, the word 'Jazz' used to be associated with/mean sex. In fact, Jazz (the music genre) was named thusly because of its sexy sounds.

Well, I can't object to that – one more reason why Shinji's just oh so irresistible, huh?

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New arc again in the next chapter – we will be going back in time once more, so please look forward to it!

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Last but not least, thanks for reading!

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