It Takes Time
By: Le tired
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or its characters, blah blah blah, etc.
Rated: M. For the love of God, it's M, so don't read if underage or easily corrupted.
Author's Notes: I…I wrote smut for the first time. Oh. My. God. This chapter took forever. I'm really not a huge smut reader or writer. My eyes sort of glaze over that stuff when I'm reading a fic and I get to that part…I guess I'm still shy about that kinda stuff or something…and doesn't it get kind of repetitive after a while? I dunno…so I had to go back and force myself to read a bunch of fics for reference. Waaauughh it was so hard. But, at the same time, I suppose I enjoyed the challenge. Now I have another thing off my writer's list I can check off! Smutty fanfiction! Woohoo… But, oh god, please be gentle with your reviews, I've put off uploading this forever because I couldn't even bear to re-read and edit it, and then I had to write another chapter just to sort of get my bearings back. Oh, and sorry if it's not super sexy, I decided to add some random humor and conversation in it too, just because I can't envision two people as close as Hitsu and Matsu not saying anything to one another while they're going at it. It's not meant to be just pr0n, but still a romance, so yeah, I went against just groping and sounds; it just seems more realistic to me. All right, shutting up now. ...oh god oh god oh god…here goes…
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Chapter 25
It was pretty late by the time they finished dessert. Orihime had been pretty surprised with the extra containers of gourmet ice cream they'd brought back, as opposed to the convenience store brand she was expecting, and had excitedly made a few extra plates of absolutely delicious human dessert. Matsumoto sighed happily and gave her stomach a contented rub as she sank deeper into the tub's warm waters. What a great evening.
And it was only going to get better.
It was finally time, Matsumoto decided to herself with a firm nod. She'd be damned if she wasn't lying in her beloved Hitsugaya-taichou's arms tonight, and making some sweet sweet HOT love. All night. And maybe some of the morning, if Orihime wasn't around. That's what school was for, right? To make sure youngsters didn't interfere with your sexy adult lovelife?
Humming a merry tune to herself, she hopped out of the tub and wrapped the soft white bath towel around her. Normally, she'd dry herself off and change into some cute pajamas, but given her plans this time around, well, there was no point in putting clothes on now, was there?
She padded quietly into their de facto sleeping room and smiled at the prone form of her taichou, already bundled under the blankets, his back to her. He was breathing softly and evenly, but the strength of his reiatsu told Matsumoto he was still awake and likely in one of his contemplative moods.
Hitsugaya's element was ice and without a doubt, the atmosphere around him as a rule was generally cool. However, when he was at peace like he was at the moment, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. The air seemed fresher, crisper, and a gentle wind circulated about them. It was so very much the essence of her taichou, and Matsumoto savored being at the very center of it.
Slowly, she knelt down next to Hitsugaya, one hand still holding her makeshift bathrobe in place. The other hand, she placed on her captain. "Hitsugaya-taichou."
"What is it, Matsumoto?" He didn't turn around to look at her, but his voice was gentle, without the usual edge to it. Somehow, Matsumoto knew he was looking up with those brilliant blue-green eyes of his at the moon.
"It sure is a nice night out, isn't it, taichou?"
"Aa."
The two of them both looked up at the clear night sky with its thousands of stars twinkling over the vague dark silhouettes of houses and apartments in Karakura Town. The quiet buzzing of street lamps and humming of nocturnal insects drifted upwards to them through the window, testimonials to the rich wonderful mortal life around them.
Smiling, Matsumoto leaned down to whisper in Hitsugaya's ear. She'd noticed he twitched a lot now when her lips brushed against his skin there. "Hitsugaya-taichou…" she breathed for a second time.
"What, Matsumoto?" he replied somewhat automatically, still focused on the night sky and his own thoughts.
"I'm ready for you to make love to me."
"Ready for—" Hitsugaya went still to the tips of his spiked white hair for a moment, then slowly wriggled around, eyes wide and uncomprehending (or rather, refusing to comprehend). "Matsumoto…you can't seriously be suggesting…that."
"Why not, taichou?" She inched a little closer to him. "Orihime's in bed, and there's no one else around. It's perfect!"
"That…no, it's not perfect at all!" Hitsugaya stared at her incredulously. "Matsumoto, are you crazy? To do that in Inoue's house? We're her guests! It's completely disrespectful!"
"Aw it's not that bad, taichou! Besides, she'll never know if we're careful!"
"If we're careful?" Hitsugaya choked out.
"We just can't make too much noise, that's all!" Matsumoto tilted her head curiously. "I mean, aren't you bothered at all, Hitsugaya-taichou? Personally, after all you did to me these last few days, I don't even know if I can sleep tonight without some proper relief!"
"I didn't do that much to you! Show some restraint for once—!"
"Taichou, you didn't answer my question," Matsumoto pointed out in a singsong voice. "Aren't you bothered at all? Or are you telling me you have no reaction despite touching and having your way with my super hot and sexy body just a few hours ago?" For dramatic emphasis, she finally released her other hand that had been holding the towel up, and the last bit of cloth covering her dropped effortlessly away.
"I…!" Hitsugaya's eyes narrowed with anger at being so clearly provoked, but Matsumoto caught the telltale darkening in their depths as well. "Of course I had a reaction," he finally snarled, "but unlike you, I can control it!"
"Hmm, how so? Aaahhh, you took care of it already, didn't you?" Matsumoto asked slyly. "That's so cruel, taichou! You didn't think about me at all!"
"I didn't do anything!" She was pleased he wasn't looking away. As scary Hitsugaya's temper could be, it was also strangely exciting in these circumstances. Rage was pretty much the only thing that could break her captain's usual iron hold of his manners and ideas of propriety. Now that he was riled up and too busy being annoyed with her, he seemed to forget he was staring openly at her exposed nude body. And in the heat of his anger, it seemed he'd also become oblivious to his own body's instincts as his eyes devoured her form in a fierce possessive gaze. In a matter of seconds, Matsumoto's body responded, as arousal flooded her in a lustful fire.
"Taichou, just take me already," she murmured, trying not to sound too out of breath. It wouldn't do to completely lose her composure. Not that Hitsugaya would really care (he'd seen her without composure plenty of times), but it just lessened the whole sexiness of the atmosphere, and Matsumoto liked sexiness. "Do you know how hot you make me?"
"Will you…stop...saying such obscene things?" Her captain's anger was slowly losing out, Matsumoto noted with happiness, as his hands closed around her forearms, pulling her closer. Her whole body felt afire, like the warm flush she felt after a good bowl of sake—but infinitely better. Unable to help herself, she leaned in even closer, until she could feel Hitsugaya's heavy breaths on the top of her breasts.
"Hmm, I'll make you a deal, taichou—I'll stop saying the obscene things when we start doing them."
"You-!" Hitsugaya didn't have a chance to say anything further because Matsumoto had flung herself into his arms and pressed her lips against his.
The two of them fell with a soft but noticeable FWUMP onto the sheets, Matsumoto on top. Doing her best to distract her taichou (and succeeding quite well at it) with the kiss, she grabbed the top sides of his sleeping kimono and yanked it open with a hunger so intense it was almost embarrassing. Hell, she practically licked her lips when she saw the strong muscled chest of her taichou finally bared before her.
"MATSUMOTO!"
Whoops, that was apparently going too far. For a moment, she'd forgotten this was Hitsugaya-taichou, serious and in control (even when the mood demanded otherwise, damnit). She was so used to all the other men who'd do whatever she wished, as soon as she'd shown them a little skin. Sighing, she settled back slightly so she was straddling his hips. She could feel his arousal through the thin kimono cloth that separated them, and was mollified. "Sorry, taichou, was that a bit much?" She was still feeling extremely overheated, and ran her tongue across her lips to wet them.
He glared up at her from his supine position on the floor. "You're so damn impatient, you almost cracked my head open on the windowsill when you pushed me just now. Are you trying to seduce me or kill me?"
"Mouu, taichou, that's just mean! I think I've been plenty patient!" Matsumoto pouted back, still trying to resist the urge to just grind herself against him. "Have you any idea how much I want you?"
He grimaced, most likely at the "obscene-ness" of her words, but the tension in his facial muscles slackened, and his gaze became more reflective as he took in her form. No doubt he could see the flush in her cheeks, her breath coming in small pants, and the tightness of her nipples. "I have…some idea...I suppose."
Matsumoto resisted the urge to sigh. Any other man would have been delighted to know he had such an effect on her. "So, taichou! Take responsibility!" She looked down at him, practically challenging him.
The words had barely issued from her lips when there was another FWUMP, and the next thing Matsumoto knew, she was the one now on her back on the sheets, with Hitsugaya peering down at her, one of his hands on either side of her head, trapping her in place. There was a strange new glint reflected in his lidded turquoise eyes.
"Eerr, taichou…?" It wasn't like she hadn't been in such a position before with a man. But Hitsugaya was so…so damn serious. It made her both excited…and a little nervous. He looked like he might do something unpredictable. "You'll be gentle with me, right, taichou? No weird fetishes on the first date, you know."
"Don't be stupid," Hitsugaya muttered as he bent down. "You're the one with the weird fetishes. Don't think I didn't see the way you were smacking your lips when you almost tore my kimono off."
"…oh. Ahaha you have a point, taichou…" Matsumoto smiled and lifted her head up to meet the kiss. She was still a fan of the wild out-of-control tonsil hockey they played when she caught Hitsugaya off guard, but this sort of kiss was nice too. Measured and firm, his tongue dipped into her mouth and rubbed hotly against hers in a sensual exploration. It was everything that embodied her taichou—passionate, and powerful in that passion, but disciplined and thoughtful of the other person involved. "Taichou, you better not stop this time," she warned as she brought her arms around to encircle his neck. "I'll—ah!" Hitsugaya had shifted slightly to nip along the side of her neck.
"I'm not going all the way, Matsumoto," her evil taichou said evenly, his voice not wavering in the slightest between the teasing small kisses and licks. "I told you it's inappropriate. But...if I really have affected you so badly, then I suppose I should do as you asked, and take responsibility."
"But-!" Matsumoto arched into Hitsugaya as he dipped his head lower to mouth her breast. His hand came up to fondle the other, massaging and rubbing it hotly. "Mmnngh, taichou!"
"So impatient." His voice was muffled as his tongue flicked a hard and super sensitive nipple, but the warm familar exasperation rung clear. "So stupid and inappropriate. Must you always be like this, Matsumoto?"
She thought about strangling him. After all, her hands were already by his neck, it'd be simple. But her body ignored her thoughts, and instead, one hand clutched desperately at Hitsugaya's white spiky locks, trying to force him closer to her. Why….why did it feel so good? She shifted her legs uncomfortably, the flesh between them aching. "T-taichou…I need…" She couldn't hold onto a single concrete thought long enough to form the words through her lust-induced haze. All she could do was reach down and grab ahold of Hitsugaya's matching arousal, and hope he'd get the idea. "Together…let's…"
He removed her hand, not ungently. "It's all right, Matsumoto. I don't need you to do that for me."
"But…" She was whining uncontrollably now. "Why…?"
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Don't bother about me tonight. This is payment for troubling you."
Honestly, she'd have preferred if they climaxed together, but Matsumoto could sense Hitsugaya still wasn't ready yet. Given his natural reluctance towards intimacy, she supposed she should be grateful they'd come this far as it was. Besides, she could tell that in a weird way, Hitsugaya was actually feeling penitent about winding her up. He had such a strange code of honor. What could she do? I've fallen completely in love with you, Hitsugaya-taichou, quirks and all. "Fine, but you'd better really make it up to me, Hitsugaya-taichou."
"I'll do what I can. If you don't like it, tell me, and we'll change tactics."
We're still talking about sex here, right? He's not talking about a plan against Aizen all of a sudden- Matsumoto stopped her inward musings regarding her captain's less than erotic pillow-talk when she found both of her hands brought up and pinned down at the wrists by Hitsugaya. "Taichou, you don't have to restrain me."
"It's just so you don't move around too much." He looked at her levelly. "Or suddenly attack me again."
He's still sore about that? "Yes, yes, I know I'm impatient—"
"Tell me if I'm hurting you."
"…eh?" Matsumoto jumped despite herself when she felt cool strong fingers between her legs, stroking her. "Oh…ah, taichou…"
"Does it hurt, Matsumoto?" He was gazing down at her with a mix of desire and protective tenderness, she found herself looking away.
"N-no…"
"Good." He rubbed her gently, all around the edges of her womanhood, before slowly parting them. All the while, he kept looking into her eyes, keenly studying for any sign of discomfort. The strange embarrassment Matsumoto felt from being watched like that was in direct contrast with the increasing wetness she was feeling within her. When a moan finally escaped her mouth, she thought she'd die from shame. It had been such a loud, wanton sound.
"S-sorry, taichou. I…ahaha, I can't seem to control myself," she gasped, not entirely sure of what she was saying.
"It's all right. It's good to hear your voice."
"Hmph, I think you just like teasing me," she tried to taunt back, but it didn't come out very effectively as she was still half panting.
Hitsugaya didn't respond. Instead, the pressure behind his rubbing increased, sending further jolts of heat through Matsumoto. She squirmed and bucked, gasping from the mounting need between her legs. The hold her captain held over her wrists remained strong and unrelenting, concentrating all of the energy and sensation in her lower half. Hitsugaya's other hand came down to stroke the silky inner side of one thigh, and she parted her legs wider, shuddering and eager at his unspoken request.
She was so wet now. He had prepared her thoroughly, and when his fingers finally slid into her quivering entrance, she felt no pain or even the barest of stretching, only a satisfied feeling of fullness at the contact deep within her. And when his gently questing fingertips brushed across the spot that always made her go mad, she gasped and lifted her hips up to meet his coaxing touch. "Ah..! There…taichou…"
Hitsugaya was silent now, his stroking and playing of her body the only communication needed between them. He'd bent over to suck at one of her breasts again, and Matsumoto gave a keening cry and arched her back as she felt his mouth take in her flesh, hot and wet. "Taichou…my…hands! I need…to touch you…!" She was coming undone. Every part of her was shaking and buzzing with the approaching climax, she couldn't even really see her beloved taichou's face clearly between the sparks before her eyes. She felt completely devoured by him. "Please…" she begged one final time tremulously just before the sensations took her over the brink.
At that moment, the pressure on her wrists lifted, and she immediately threw her arms out blindly to clutch at her taichou. Hitsugaya's arms came around her in kind, and he held her as she came with a breathless shriek.
When the last of the delicious shakes had released her, Matsumoto felt herself lowered back onto the blankets, where she collapsed, nerves still singing and limbs a rubbery mess, but sated and happier than she'd felt in maybe forever.
It took her a moment to blink and refocus on the white ceiling of the room, then turn onto her side to look at her taichou, who was lying next to her, also just staring upwards.
"That was…that was really good, taichou," Matsumoto finally breathed, still catching her breath. A goofy smile breaking out across her face for no real reason. "You're really good."
"Thanks…I guess." He glanced sideways at her, then returned to studying the ceiling.
Matsumoto grinned even more widely at her captain's impassive sideways profile. So good with actions…so bad with words. That's my taichou. "It's not really that awkward of a compliment, is it, taichou? After all, would you prefer I say it was bad?"
"…maybe we could just not say anything at all," Hitsugaya said. His jaw worked like he wanted to make his typical frown but clearly recognized this was not the right situation for it. Finally, after a few more moments of Matsumoto's silent but grinning scrutiny, he heaved a sigh and laid an arm over his eyes. "That was…more embarrassing than I thought it would be."
"Only because you're a prude who thinks like an old man, taichou," Matsumoto replied cheerily, taking advantage of the opportunity to snuggle closer and lay a cheek against her taichou's shoulder while he was distracted. "Well…actually not, after what you did to me tonight, but you like to pretend you are. It's all right, taichou, your secret is safe with me!"
"…you're really the most inappropriate person I know, Matsumoto." But he turned onto his side to look at her with his clear aqua eyes, and one hand came up to rest on her arm. Matsumoto instantly felt warmer again.
"Why, does that mean I'm special to you, taichou?" She gave him a smile—the one she knew always left him at a loss for words because after all these years, he still didn't know how to respond to affection.
"…"
She giggled and pressed her body even closer to his, inhaling and savoring his scent. "Shall we get some sleep, taichou?" More teasing could come later. The ancient tradition of post-coitus relations dictated they were due for some serious cuddling.
"That would probably be best." Hitsugaya watched her as she reached out and grabbed some blankets to pull over them. "Matsumoto."
"Yeeess, taichou? Ready for a second go already?" Goodness, his eye was twitching already. Wasn't sex supposed to relax you? "Moou, I was joking! Joking, taichou!"
"How am I supposed to tell with you?" Hitsugaya readjusted his robes slightly, and Matsumoto admitted shamelessly to herseslf that if her taichou had suggested a second helping of naughty tussling, she'd have been on him in a heartbeat. "What I was going to say was, you ARE going to put some clothes on before you sleep, aren't you? Or have you forgotten we're in Inoue's home?"
"Oh…right." Matsumoto blinked down at her nude self. Honestly, there was something satisfying about sleeping naked after a hot session like that. Alas. "Ahahaha, I guess that's the right thing to do. Although Orihime's already seen my super hot body, so it's not like it's a huge problem if she walks in on us like this—"
"MATSUMOTO."
"Ah! Yes, yes, taichou, putting on my clothes right away!"
"Unbelievable," Hitsugaya snorted before rolling over and closing his eyes.