Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
(Song: Under my Skin, by Peter Bradley Adams.)
A/N: Thank you for taking the time to read.
WATASHI NO KOKORO
CHAPTER 49
Desperate Measures
Meditation is considered a luxury nowadays. A luxury that she takes advantage of should an opportunity arise.
His quick kiss on her bare shoulder had stirred Momo away from a dreamless sleep very early that morning. Catching a glimpse of purple shimmer left by the butterfly's wings while she groggily glanced through the curtains; unable to decipher the sky's horizon. Therefore indicating another one of those taicho meetings being held at such an ungodly hour.
The sound of the doors softly sliding closed alerted her senses as she blinked away the last traces of sleep. Becoming more aware that she's indeed given this time alone...
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An hour had passed since Momo sat on the lounge chair with her legs crossed, poised and deep in her introspection. She's in one of his white collared dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. Her long hair left undone as the silky black tendrils cavorted, and mingled with the morning wind.
Dark fringed lids opened, focused as she lifts Tobiume horizontally at eye level. The naked blade reflecting the dawn's light, and it shone on her face as she slowly moved its length under her close scrutiny. Looking for some blemishes that were somehow missed from her last inspection.
It's flawless. Her shoulders slumped. Of course...why wouldn't it be?
Referring to her inactivity. Hinamori glanced up at the clouds and bit the side of her bottom lip; doing the calculation in her head. Two months in the hospital, eight months in a coma, three months for the last gestation period and it's been two weeks today since the twins were born... Gah. I'm so out of practice! I'm lucky to still have that position as Abarai's vice-captain... Reminding herself to talk to Toushiro about going back to work.
With a heavy sigh Momo stood up on her bare feet and walked in the center of the balcony. Not caring if the floor is cold and damp as the early sun just barely melted the thin inlay of snow. She closed her eyes again. Holding her zanpakuto centered in front of her; making a fine line in between the left and right side of her face.
"Have patience with me, Tobiume." She calmly whispered.
And with one hand Hinamori expertly wielded her sword. Maneuvering the hilt in a circular motion, deftly resulting in a graceful and fatal form. She was slightly crouched, body turned to the side and Tobiume's hilt grasped with both hands just above a shoulder –pointed at an invisible opponent. Her stare unwavering and direct. Staying in this pose for half a second before agilely breaking into a series of spins and flips. The sound of a sharp keen blade swiftly cutting through air indicated that this was a deadly dance practiced to perfection.
After a while Hinamori returned back to her original centered stance, her breathing deep and steady as a familiar thrill surged from her toes up to the base of her spine. The gust of her dark orange-red reiatsu fluttered her long hair from the nape while her full lips slowly forming into a smile.
Oh yes... I still got it.
Inadvertently reflecting on her overall perspective. Even if Aizen had now been imprisoned, my resolve hasn't faltered...it's still the same as before...
But something abruptly broke her train of thought as an innate sense of responsibility took over. Like an invisible string that strongly draws her in and leave everything else behind. Selflessly.
Kokone...she's awake.
And knowing that Zennyu will soon follow and wake up a few minutes later as their morning routine usually goes, Momo sheathed Tobiume.
Thank you, my dear friend.
Until next time. Her zanpakuto replied. ...But don't be so limiting on your reiatsu, Momo. It's almost been two years. These wings here need some air to fly.
Hai, Tobiume. 'Til next time.
She closed the balcony doors and hurriedly descended the steps. Her small feet lightly padded down the spiral stairway –bouncing in her haste. She then placed her sword right next to Hyourinmaru in the bakudo-secured glass cabinet before skipping down to the nursery. Happily eager to greet this brand new day.
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"Over here, Shiro-chan."
Toushiro scanned the large nursery before his turquoise eyes settled on his wife.
"I moved some of the furniture around." Momo answered before he asked the question. She was sitting on the deep white contemporary settee, her legs curled underneath her while she feeds a hungry baby girl. The other baby propped up on a pillow in front of her, mesmerized at the silver toy that she rattled in front of him.
"I see." Coming up from behind her and kissing her lips as she tilts her head up to greet him.
"Mmmm...perfect timing taicho. As always." She sighed and looked down to wipe Kokone's chin with the bib. Straightening the girl's pink polka-dotted onesie pajama. The baby was contentedly smacking her tiny lips together –drunk from her mother's milk.
Toushiro leaned over to greet Zennyu by ruffling his white hair before taking his sister from Momo's arms –ready for the burping session to begin.
"Oi, you're heavy!" He playfully groaned. Lifting Kokone up high, his arms outstretched. The baby was happily gurgling with a fist in her mouth while her legs paddled in mid-air. Loving the attention that she always gets from this handsome face. He slowly brought her down, making their foreheads touch. The father and daughter staring contest, is what Momo would refer to it as.
It hasn't really sunk in yet, finding it uncanny still to have this chibi version of his wife. Only that the pigments in their eyes are different. The baby adorably cooed placing her small, wet hands against his temples as if to embrace her father. Toushiro chuckled at the gesture, making her broaden that toothless smile even more. You're my girl, my Kone-chan...
"Watch it. Have her burp first before playing." Momo reminded as she picked up Zennyu for a diaper change.
"Right."
Not wanting a replay of that incident when one of the babies threw up on his face, Toushiro sat on the armchair and propped his legs up on the ottoman. Then gently laid Kokone face down on his chest, burying his nose in the baby's soft dark hair and started to pat her back. Closing his eyes as he inhaled the wonderful scent.
Momo looked over her shoulder with a hidden smile, still not use to seeing how much smaller the babies seem when they're in his arms. Her heart just warms even more to see him so tender and...masculine. This whole new nurturing side of him somehow adds another notch to his appeal. As if that could be any more possible! He's just so irresistably...Toushiro. And it doesn't help either that they haven't had sex in ages. Momo longingly sighed and forgot to look away when he caught her ogling him.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing." A little embarrassed from where her brazen thoughts had lead to, she turned back around to finish the task at hand. Her bare foot daintily rubbing against her other leg.
It was now his turn to study Momo as he openly perused her slender form. The hunger in his eyes unreserved as her smooth legs were generously exposed, unintentionally seducing his senses. He pictured his hands just running up their length...
He cleared the obstruction in his throat. "Nice shirt." Referring to his white dress shirt that he uses in the real world. Somewhat irked since it's the only thing she seems to be wearing.
"Oh. Hehe. I borrowed it since it's easier to move around with. And I'm wearing shorts underneath, you just can't see them."
Toushiro was about to say something when a knock interrupted. "Come in." Momo answered. The midwife entered the room, sliding the doors closed behind her. "Oh hey Kama-san!" Hinamori greeted. The elder had been a regular visitor, helping the new and young parents adjust.
"Hello dear." Looking around the newly arranged room. She raised an eyebrow when she saw the captain in the chair, asleep with Kokone on his chest.
Momo had to choke back a snort. Knowing full well why Toushiro was pretending to be unconscious. "Its been a busy day at work. He's just a little tired." She explained on his behalf.
"Well, just make sure he doesn't drop the baby... Anyway, I had finished instructing the maids of your needs, Hitsugaya-San, in case you change your mind about not needing any help."
"Hai, thank you. But Shiro-chan and I can manage."
I prefer that you manage not to be in the same room together. Is what Chinen really wanted to add, the sexual tension between these two was so heavy however way they think they're trying to conceal it. Tsk. Teenagers, I swear.
"Well they're there and ready to help out...and let me hold this one over here..." Picking up the baby boy, the older woman's face drastically brightened. Her love of children apparent. "Ahh... Zennyu-chan, you're getting fat my little dai ji." The baby made a sound as if to agree, making Momo giggle but stopped when the midwife eyeballed the lower part of her body. "Where are your pants, dear?"
"Uhmm...I'm wearing shorts. It's just that –"
"It is too short."
"But I don't walk around the division in this."
"Irrelevant." Don't need your horny husband untimely ravishing you either.
"And the visitors had all been female." Hinamori wanted to make a point.
"You're a mother now, Hitsugaya-san, please dress appropriately."
Momo pretended to straighten Zennyu's crib to roll her eyes. "Fine. Then I'll dress more carefully." …
Toushiro quietly exhaled, thanking the midwife –relieved for the old woman had saved him an argument. Please don't be mule-headed like your mother. He secretly wished as he kissed Kokone's head.
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Later that night...
"Toushiro, you're home." Momo sleepily greeted.
Glad that she finally had enough stamina to wait and see him enter the bedroom. For usually she would already be in deep slumber by 9:00 pm. She yawned and placed the book (that she's been struggling to read with eyes open) on the bedside table. Sliding the wayward silk strap of her black nightgown back to her shoulder; one that she had intentionally worn in order to get his attention.
"Go to sleep, Momo. I know you're exhausted." Sitting on the bed to caress her cheek then pulling the blanket up to her chin.
"Mou...but I hardly see you." Except when he spends his extended five-hour lunch breaks with her and the twins. And she couldn't help but sound a little whiny as sleep threatened to overcome her senses.
Toushiro was careful not to smile knowing exactly what she meant. "You're being ridiculous. I see you everyday." He reached for her chappy doll and tucked it beside her. Satisfied to see her instinctively hug it with eyes already half-closed. Though her lips puckered in an adorable pout as a frustrated sigh escaped her.
"Tsk...if I didn't know any better, I'd begin to think that you're trying to avoid me, Shiro-chan..." Shutting her brown eyes completely, surrendering to the heavy curtains of sleep.
Hitsugaya remained sitting there and just watched as she drifted off in her dreams. The sulky expression on her face made him smile, although it didn't quite reach the ocean-green eyes. He sighed and glided his hand down her arm, relishing at the softness...
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Knock* Knock* Knock*
Matsumoto groaned. Ugh. Who could that be? It's only 10:00 in the morning for goodness sakes!
Groggily putting her robe on and stumbling through to get to the door, she opened it to a set of large bright aquamarine eyes –the baby girl cutely grinning. She was held up high ready to be handed to her auntie.
"Aahhh! Kone-chan!" Rangiku's drowsiness all but wiped out. Inwardly not minding if this is what greeted her every morning.
Momo came in dressed in her light yellow kimono with a dark purple obi, pushing a stroller inside her friend's room with Zennyu in it, who was busy playing with his foot. "Mou...Rangiku-san. You forgot didn't you?"
"Hah...? Forgot what?" Not really paying attention to Hinamori as she was busy nuzzling Kokone's cheek.
"Our shopping trip. You had taken today off just for this remember?"
"Oh yes! You're right. Here hold her... but ooooh –is that my nephew? Well ohayo, my chibi-taicho! Watcha got there?"
Momo had to wait until Rangiku was done playing with the twins. Smiling at how animated all their faces get. She veered off to the window, content to leave the trio as she watched the beautiful view, created by this glorious sunny December morning...
She almost gasped to see what Rangiku's bedroom window had to offer. For right beneath it are some of the 10th division training grounds. Feeling the thrill of seeing her husband in action –despite the bored look on his face.
She had seen Toushiro train his officers once before, but not from this angle. Looking down at the spectacle without anything obstructing the view and unaware that she was holding her breath the entire time. He was training with four of his stronger officers it seems, since all their shikai forms released. The crescent end of the chain moving proficiently as it weaved its way around two of his opponents' swords, bringing them both down to the ground. Momo cringed at the impact, feeling sorry for the remaining two when the captain casually adjusted his green scarf then gestured with with one hand for them to come closer.
"It's like night and day, you know."
"Hm. What is, Rangiku-san?" She asked inattentively as she focused on the ongoing spar below.
"Taicho. When he's with you and when he's not."
Momo averted her gaze from the window. The babies now both tucked inside the stroller, sporting their white winter knit caps with the teddy bear ears –a gift from their aunt Isane. Their gazes held by the squeaky toy that Matsumoto had in front of them.
"What do you mean?"
Her friend explained while continuing to entertain the twins. "He's a completely different person outside the confines of your home. Just so cold and guarded, even more so now that these two here are born...so careful not to show any emotion."
"Is that a bad thing, Rangiku-san?" Returning her attention to the training grounds, her brows in a knit.
"Not necessarily. In fact Shunsui had mentioned that Kurosutchi-taicho minds what he says around "the boy" nowadays. They say taicho's reiatsu feels ominous, a tad bit like Kuchiki's yet even more menacing." The blonde elaborated. On the first name basis with the 8th division captain, one of her drinking buddies.
"I see..."
Kokone's gurgling squeal interrupted the serious topic. "Oi, someone wants to get this shopping trip started already!" Matsumoto laughed and got excited. A promising sign that she'll have an eager shopping partner in the near future.
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They were in the restaurant having lunch, not much shopping was done as the twins caused such a stir. Momo wasn't surprised either when tenth division guards suddenly appeared, their looming presence alone warded off some of the curious crowd.
"Rangiku-san."
"Hmm...?" The blond had her mouth full with Zennyu's chubby fingers, playfully nipping at them.
"Do you mind watching them for a night?"
"Of course not! Why, where are you guys going?...Hmmmm?" Her eyebrows wiggling.
"Stop, it's not what you think! And we're not even allowed to do that until later." Momo's cheeks turning red, tucking her hair behind an ear. "I just thought to get Toushiro away from work since he seemed so uptight. Just for a day."
Matsumoto didn't buy the 'until later' bullcrap but she agreed, kissing the boy's tiny nose. Excited to have the twins all to herself. "Don't worry about it...but I doubt taicho will approve of leaving them with me, ne?"
"Hai. But who said I was going to tell him?"
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A few days later, around 9:30 in the morning.
Hitsugaya was reading a document regarding a new hollow species that pillaged a whole town. So engrossed that he didn't notice his wife's head slipping in. She had to make a noise in the back of her throat to get his attention, but to no avail.
"Hey, Shiro-chan. Can I come in?"
"Ah. Momo."
...He didn't even look up. This is going to be harder than I thought.
She came in dressed casually in her gray with the pink obi yukata. Nothing elaborate in case he gets suspicious. She had her hands behind her back hiding Hyourinmaru and Tobiume. "Ano...can I borrow the taicho for a nice long walk outside?"
"I'm quite busy. We can go tomorrow."
"But Shiro-chan..."
He looked up, his eyes instantly softening to see Momo in his office. Indeed, it's been rare to have her in here as of late; always so busy with the children. "Alright then. Although I have a meeting in an hour."
"I was hoping for something much longer than that...please?"
"Ah. Let me just make some calls. Have you seen Matsumoto?"
"Where else would she be when she's not in here? In the nursery of course. Oh, and I actually had asked Gin to come and help out while we're gone."
"Is that so?"
She grinned and finally revealed her hands, holding their zanpakutos.
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(Song: Under my Skin, by Peter Bradley Adams.)
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Hitsugaya stood at the edge of the cliff. The cold, refreshing wind blew the bangs off his face while he scanned the seemingly infinite expanse of the ocean. Closing his eyes as he took a deep breath in...
"Move aside, Shiro-chan!"
He looked over his shoulder with an eyebrow cocked to see Hinamori grinning, dressed down in her white shitagi with Tobiume clasped to her hip. Toushiro did what he was told then felt her zoom past. And watched as she took a big graceful leap from the cliff with arms outstretched behind her; body arched and suspended in mid-air as if time had stopped.
"Ban...kai."
Fire sprouted out from her back. The release was so powerful that he took a step back, shielding his eyes from the bright blast of reiatsu. She did an elegant upward twirl before spanning out the giant wings. Its fiery tips resembled little rampant fires, scorching anything it touches. Momo was laughing from the pure excitement to finally have them set free, soaring higher in the sky. Then flapped them a few times before positioning herself to dive, spinning like a flaming bullet as she hit the water.
Hitsugaya couldn't help but just watch in amazement. It's been awhile since he'd last seen her in this magnificent form. The reiatsu that flowed out of her was stronger, more concentrated, and stable. The corner of his mouth slanted –his pride couldn't be contained.
He untied his kosode and waited..
Momo was breathless when she broke through the water's surface. A smile on her face as she looked up to shout, "What are you waiting for Shiro-chan? Did you think I was going to drown?"
"How'd you guess?" Though knowing full well that she's an exceptional swimmer.
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Momo gave herself a hi-five to see her plan come into fruition, one little step at a time as she saw him take off his shirt and dove to join her in the steaming warm water...
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They were in one of the caves that lined along the walls of the cliff, since Hinamori had insisted to watch the sun set from the wide open view.
Toushiro's guard had been on alert when he saw that she had packed a couple of sleeping bags with blankets and pillows, along with their change of clothes. But he didn't question it even after dinner, when she laid on her stomach with her chin propped on her arms and languidly gazed out at the now dusky horizon. He was just content to see his wife so happy and relaxed.
The sound of waves crashing against the rocks from down below was very calming as they're presently each in their own futon with a nice cozy fire crackling in between them. Toushiro was sitting down clothed only in his hakama; becoming heedful of the time.
"The sun had set an hour ago, Momo. We should head back."
"Nooo...not yet. I want to see the stars too."
"The twins, they should be getting hungry soon."
"I provided enough food to last them for awhile." Referring to a supply of filled baby bottles in the fridge for his lieutenant to use.
"Alright. One more hour then, and we should–"
"Rangiku told me the extent of your injuries during the war. I couldn't imagine, Shiro-chan...since there are no scars." Quickly changing the subject to something that have been bothering her for quite some time.
Hitsugaya took a moment, intently staring at the flames. He snapped out of it and habitually placed his hands behind his head to lie down. Watching the shadows dance on the cave's ceiling. "...Ah. Yeah. Inoue healed me right away." He smiled, finding it amusing. "They had to search for the severed half of my body before she could start."
"How horrible! And that's not funny, Shiro-chan."
He turned his head to face her. She was sitting up now, swallowed up in his haori while adorably hugging her knees. Her hair side-swept and cheeks still flushed from the excitement earlier. Hitsugaya thanked the fire in the middle for it being a nice reminder that she's not to be touched, especially with the atmosphere starting to get all romantic and shit. Or is it just me? Ack. Making a mental note to take a quick dive into the cold ocean before heading home. Grateful too, that she seems to be aware of the fact. Considering she brought two beds instead of one, nor has she made any attempts to seduce him either. Showing some mercy on his self-control. He silently exhaled.
"Oi, I'm here aren't I? And besides, I don't remember feeling any pain." He said before reverting his attention back to the ceiling.
Hinamori rolled her eyes. "Because you're such a strong man, and pain are for sissies."
Toushiro's lips did a slight quirk, though not enough to rid the haunted look off of his eyes as he recollected the memory. "No. It was because I lost everything in that instant. My senses, my sanity –all."
"...Ano, I'm sorry...for bringing it up."
He shook his head. "Don't be."
A comfortable moment of silence ensued until Toushiro sighed at the passing of time. "Oi, your hour is up. Let's head home." He looked towards her and was surprised to find Momo holding a cupcake topped generously with white frosting and a lone lighted candle.
"Did you think I would forget?"
He boyishly grinned. "Yes. And was actually looking forward to giving you a hard time tomorrow."
"You're so mean!"
"No I'm not, for I'm willing to share that dessert."
Momo slowly stood up then walked over and knelt by his feet. Holding the cupcake with both hands, like an offering. "But you have to make a wish first, Toushiro, and blow the candle."
"Alright." He came closer, his expression avid like that of a child. Shutting his eyes for five seconds and opening them to blow the flame. Momo giggled when he flung the candle aside and took the cupcake, biting out a big piece as it left some frosting on his upper lip. "Oh. Myou fwanted thome?" He joked with his mouth full.
She laughed, shaking her head. "No. I made it just for you."
He licked his white mustache off, swallowed and then shrugged. "Good, then more for me." And was about to eat the last piece when she grabbed his wrist. There was an awkward pause when Momo's expression turned serious, her eyes unwavering if not for the flickering reflection of the fire...
"Actually, ano...I changed my mind. For I've forgotten how good it tasted... and if it's not too much trouble Shiro-chan, I would like to remember again."
And with her mouth she took the small piece of cake from his hand. Slowly sucking on the entire length of his index finger before letting go, causing a lewd sounding smack when she pulled it out from her glossy lips. She looked at him now, breathing heavily with desire.
"Happy Birthday, Toushiro."
Ah fuck. As if his erection couldn't get any harder, detecting that distinct seductive tone in her voice when she has only one intent. Only one thing in mind. He already could feel Kama-san's eyes boring down his soul.
"Uh...thank you Momo. But we really have to go."
Momo felinely crawled over him, he tried to back away but she held her hand out over his head. "Hadou no. 12: Fushibi!" As a glowing red net emerged, obstructing the cave's only exit.
"The hell? You planned on killing me tonight, Hinamori?" Indicating her use of the highly explosive barrier, activated by the slightest touch.
Her smile turned sly, resuming her slow crawl. "If I have to..."
"It's only been two weeks, you've not fully recovered." Brushing her hand away as she tried to untie his hakama. She was undeterred however.
"Says who? Kama-san? She has no idea what Inoue can do." Momo defiantly replied. She sat down on his lap and grabbed the himo with more force; slapping his hands away.
"Oi baka! You're being childish." He started to raise himself to stand up but she pushed his chest down on the futon. His head flopped hard on a pillow.
Momo's face came over his, her long hair touching his cheeks. "I don't care, Toushiro. I told you. I'm completely healed."
Her fresh and heady scent beginning to cloud his mind that he had to inwardly shake himself, finally grasping on some control to maintain his scowl. He snorted. "Huh. As if I'll take your word when it comes to your health. Your disregard of yourself in order to please others, Hinamori, is something that I detest. You heard what Kama-san said. One month." He raised himself up on his elbows, satisfied to see the fire in her eyes ebb. "So...we are not about to do this just because it's my birthday, baka." Grasping her wrists tightly with one hand.
Momo was in a huff, hating that authoritative edge in his voice. "Well, you just ruined the mood." She wriggled her wrists from his hold and crossed her arms. Petulantly glaring at the fire, although still sitting atop her husband.
Relieved, Hitsugaya chuckled and playfully tugged on her pursed lips. Triumphant for winning this close battle. "And you're welcome. For saving you a trip to the fourth division –your favorite place in the world." And save him from the midwife's reproachful eyes that reminds him of the burning conviction that the gates of hell sets upon the damned.
"Thank you, for being always so noble." She muttered, oozing with sarcasm. But stopped when an idea occurred. Desperate times calls for desperate measures. Hinamori readied her best puppy-eyed hurt look along with a sad, sad frown and faced him. "But..."
"But what?"
"Maybe you just find me so disgustingly hideous after the pregnancy that...that you can't stand to be near me...is that it? And you're just using this recovery period excuse so as not to touch me. Is that it, Toushiro?"
Momo felt terrible, regretting the vile words the second they poured out of her mouth. But it was too late. For the need to be close to him was so strong that it won over her conscience. The months lost while in that coma, the guilt that he had to endure as he watched her just breathe...we both deserve this. Another two weeks is far too long of a wait. And this moment –the timing and the place –is just so perfect that even you, oh so noble Hitsugaya-taicho, cannot take this away from me. Not tonight. Becoming more determined as she stuck to the plan; however unforgivable it may seem.
"That's not true." How could the baka even think this?
"It has to be true." Though the large bulge she's been sitting on was one hard proof that it isn't, she continued her lament. "Because-because you come home late every night, you go straight to the shower, and you don't even kiss me anymore–"
"What are you talking about?" The aquamarines behind the white locks were torn, worriedly searching her face. She glanced away in case her guilt ruins it all.
"At least not like how you use to. It's not the same..." Looking down at his sculpted chest. "I can't blame you though... it's not your fault that you don't find me appealing anymore, Shiro-chan, because that's all my fault. Perhaps if–" She had a lot more to say but it was immediately silenced when his lips crushed down. His hands tightly clutched on her hair just behind the ears, pulling her in for a suffocating kiss.
Hinamori disrobed his haori, already naked underneath it. Then returned to the task of untying his hakama. He made it easier when he laid her on her back and helped her slide the obstructing garment over his buttocks and down to his knees. She reached and slowly stroked him, her dainty fingers grasping around its length in the same synchronized motion that his tongue would delve in her mouth.
She tasted of something so exquisite, yet it wasn't satiating –not because she wasn't enough but because he couldn't get enough. The addiction is back. He groaned at the reminder, breaking away to refocus his eyes and meet her ardent gaze. Holding on to one of her thighs as she guided him and he eased himself in.
"Ahh..." He hissed while Momo's breath hitched, arching her back at the same time. He slowly eased in some more as the warm slickness making him fit, despite the tightness of her walls. The pleasure was debilitating for both that they had to take a moment. Just hearing each others panted breaths while they held in this locked embrace.
"Toushiro..." Came her whispered moan against his ear, she had her arms around his neck, her legs wound around his waist.
"...Momo...love. Does it hurt?" Instinctively pulling away when he saw her tears, but she stopped him.
"...A little. But wait, Shiro-chan...I'm not crying because of that. Really." Momo cradled the handsome face and brushed away his long bangs. Reassuring those pained green eyes.
He gulped and just nodded when she brought his head back down, determined to kiss him to distraction. Moving her hips when he seemed hesitant and beyond happy when his thrusts turned more forceful, taking complete control for the next three hours...
Perspiration lined their bodies, their outlines glistened against the light of the fire as their stirring shadows adorned the cave's walls. The sensual throaty sounds they made echoed, losing themselves in this heightened state of lust. Toushiro was in a trance, just looking at his beautiful wife as she ardently welcomes him. With her pink lips swollen, her soft breasts touching his chest, her perfect little teeth visible every time she cries out...he didn't know how he could have abstained from all this. Suddenly closing his half-lidded eyes when pleasure so real overwhelmed his senses for the fifth time –her walls constricted, engulfing him tighter as she came. And he felt her body racked with the throes of passion. Her back arched, moaning his name over and over again while her nails dug unto his back.
It was his cue, capturing her mouth as he drove hard and unrelenting. Putting a close to this maddening and long-awaited exchange of pent up love...for now.
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A/N: Dai ji means precious, correct me if I'm mistaken. Please review.