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The Flickering Flame Part 2
Resurrection by Power Glove
And soon did it come. It was mid-afternoon and Isane prepared herself now for her expedition. She stood dressed in front of her mirror, almost ready. An expanded version of her med-kit was already packed, as well as some rations. She strapped her sword to her waist and wrapped her hands in plain white cloth. Then she tied a higher quality strip of white fabric around her head to keep her hair from flying about her face. She double checked everything to make sure she was indeed ready.
It was a good thing she double checked for upon doing so she realized she didn't pack her Denreishinki. She looked for it now opening every drawer in her dresser, shuffling things about. Then she checked her desk and frustratingly didn't find it there either. Finally she checked her bookshelf, shoved some books around, and found it there. She tried to turn it on to see if it had charge and it failed to turn on. So she took the battery out, placed her fingers upon the electrodes, charged it up again, then put it back together and powered it on. She sent Rukia a text with it telling her she was on her way and then set out.
A short time later she arrived at the Senkaimon. She arrived first and submitted her travel approval form to the guards informing them that she needed to wait for her traveling companion. Waiting with her butterfly ready as the stoic guards said nothing to her or each other she paced about a bit uncomfortably.
Finally Rukia arrived, and Isane was absolutely surprised at her appearance.
"Hi, Isane." Rukia said then turned away to submit her travel form then turned back round and smiled. "Sorry I'm late."
"No worries about that. What happened? You cut your hair! I didn't know you were actually going to do it."
"Impulse decision. Do you like it?"
"Yes, it's… really cute." Isane said finding Rukia's appearance completely transformed by the shorter bob cut.
Rukia laughed with a blush. She saw that Isane was looking at her differently and it just made her heart race.
"It came out girlier than I thought it would. Is too short?"
"No! It's perfect." She said. "Although…" Isane said trailing off as she reached out with both hands and swept Rukia's hair behind her hears and exposing the little black earrings just as she did a week before "I think this looks a little better."
"Yeah but, it'll all fall down." Rukia said shaking her about and leaving it a slightly disheveled mess. "See?"
"You're doing that on purpose aren't you?" Isane said.
"Maybeee." Rukia said with a sly playful grin.
Isane blushed again. Rukia felt another tense rush.
"Did you buy those tekko as well?" She said touching the expensive looking armguards with her fingers, obliging Rukia's desire to be touched and feeling excitement from titillating her so.
"No, Byakuya gave them to me." Rukia said. "So I had to buy new shikahusho as well."
"This is a good look Rukia. I like it." Isane said.
"Thank you Isane. Those wraps look really good on you by the way. You look, tough."
"Thank you." Isane said with a laugh. "Although I must say I wore them as they serve a practical…"
"Excuse us, do you ladies wish to go now?" One of the guardsmen who had grown impatient with their banter said interrupting them.
"Right, sorry." Rukia said.
"We'll go now." Isane said.
And so the guards opened the gate and allowed Rukia and Isane to pass through.
They emerged in the human world high above Karakura town, standing side by side and looking glorious. Warriors in the late afternoon sky standing tall above everything with the wind blowing their fabrics and tassels and hair about.
The first thing Isane noticed was the smell of the air, it smelled and felt different from that of Soul Society, then she noticed the seals that were automatically placed upon her, limiting the output of her power.
"Ugh." She said, rubbing her wrists. "I never got used to these seals."
"Yeah, they're weird. You'll forget about them though. Anyway, let's begin." She said, suddenly becoming serious and pulling out her Denreishinki.
"Right." Isane said pulling out hers as well.
They turned round in place scanning the area for active hollows and found none, then upon Rukia's recommendation they tuned their scan sensitivity to permeable areas.
"There's a 54% permeable area over there." Isane said pointing in one direction.
"37% over here." Rukia said pointing in another. "How far is yours?
"Mine is on the outskirts of the city." Isane said.
"Ooh then let's go to mine, it's by mountains and forests."
"Ok. Wait, so we're just gonna wait there for the off chance they might come."
"No, we're gonna bait them." Rukia said with a chuckle. "You'll see, follow me." and she flashed off in the direction her map specified.
Isane put her Denreishinki away and caught up to Rukia. They flashed across the late afternoon sky moving towards their destination and soon left Karakura airspace. Rukia flashing with short, linear movements at high frequency, Isane using longer strides and allowing herself to fall for a bit between steps, arcing through the sky.
A couple moments later Rukia stopped in the sky and looked intently at her map. Isane came to rest beside her.
"Are we here?" she asked.
"I think so." Rukia said waiting for it to refresh since the speed of their shunpo was faster than their GPS' refresh rate.
"Yup, we're here." Rukia said when it beeped and displayed their icons right above the spot. Then she flipped it closed put it away.
"Let's go there." Rukia said pointing at the flattest most open piece of terrain she could see amongst the mountains and trees.
"Ok." Isane said, and they descended upon the spot returning to terra firma.
"And now we lure them with reiatsu." Rukia said taking a seat on the ground expecting to have to wait for a while.
"Bait them, then kill them." Isane said sitting beside her and looking out at the peaceful darkening skies.
"Yup." Rukia said, then she let her reiatsu pour out, enshrouding her body with her bright white energy.
"Need help with that?" Isane asked, enjoying the weight, the warmth, and the distinct signature of Rukia's energy and letting out her own.
"Sure." Rukia said looking at the bright green energy emerging from Isane's form and blowing the tassels of her headband about.
Rukia closed her eyes and let it all flow for some moments. Then she stopped and checked the map again. The area was 90% permeable now so she instructed Isane to stop lest a massive garganta open up releasing a swarm of hollows.
90 should be enough for a couple here and there to cross over or emerge from the shadows.
They waited for a bit, Rukia wondering why nothing had crossed over yet, why she couldn't sense anything.
!
A twig broke, piercing the silence, and they both felt a presence.
"Did you hear that?" Rukia said jumping to her feet and pulling out her sword.
"Yup." Isane said standing up. "It's stalking us."
They scanned the area standing back to back, Rukia with her sword drawn and ready, Isane opting not to use hers yet.
They heard a rustle, then silence, and it attacked.
They jumped out of the way and looked back just in time to see the ground upon which they once stood be blown apart by its strike.
"Still hiding." Isane said holding her open palm out toward where they thought it was, with her other hand on her forearm stabilizing her aim. Rukia glanced at her.
It shot off a cero, and Rukia flashed in front of Isane, cutting the blast in half, then stepped out of the way to allow Isane's Shakkahō to pass. It hit blowing apart a number of trees.
Finally the hollow showed itself. Its arm was blown clean off at the shoulder by Isane's attack.
"Good one Isane." Rukia said.
"You too." Isane shot back.
And then it regenerated its arm and laughed at them.
They were surprised by this, that the hollow wasn't completely mindless. "It's an Adjucas." Isane said. recognizing the telltale characteristics, but finding its exceptionally low power output odd.
"You ate all the other hollows right?" Rukia asked it.
It chuckled then disappeared from their sight again. It was an exceptionally fast hollow indeed. They looked around for it in defensive stances and then it was upon them again.
Rukia slashed at it with her sword, blocking the attack but only making only a shallow cut into its large heavy fist.
It pushed down onto her, as she pushed back, one hand on the blade the other on the handle, looking up at it as it looked down at her.
Isane fired off Shakkahō without incantation shooting from the side, but it jumped out of the way just in time leaving the column of fire to pass only a foot or two before Rukia's face.
It was gone in the trees, hidden once more.
"You ok?" Isane said looking at Rukia for a second to make sure she didn't burn the girl's eyebrows off.
"Yup." Rukia said figuring that Isane must have some really good aim to feel comfortable firing a shot like that.
"I think it's weak." Rukia said. "It's fighting with restraint. trying to conserve its energy."
"Let's take to the skies then." Isane said. "These trees aren't helping us and it has no choice but to follow if it wishes to feed."
They shot upwards and looked down at the trees waiting for it to emerge and sensing that it was watching them.
It fired two Bala in quick succession, one at each, to distract them and then emerged behind them within striking distance.
Sensing before she could see Isane called out "Dankū." Manifesting the barrier behind their backs and hearing it crack under the hollows heavy strike.
Both spinning round just in time to see it disappear again behind the broken barrier that Isane immediately let fall in shards to the ground.
"We need a strategy, it's too fast for us to hit it." Isane said.
"Let's split up so that it has to choose a target. Then we'll try to bind it." Rukia recommended, amazed that Isane could cast such a spell instinctively as she did even though the barrier was weak.
Isane nodded her approval and they flashed in two separate directions and waited once more, sword at the ready, palm pointed outward waiting for it to attack once more.
It chose Isane taking the lack of a ready sword to be weakness and lunged at her. It made the mistake of attacking her from the front, for she flashed backwards and fired a quick Shakkahō. Blowing another hole in it, this time through its stomach.
Rukia followed up with a quick Sai and Isane casted the same spell for redundancy, knowing that such a hollow what have the strength to break such binds pretty quickly.
It roared, angry as all hell and fired off cero with its mouth in all manner of directions. They dodged them all and Rukia bound its head with Hainawa, forcing its mouth shut.
Meanwhile Isane was halfway through the incantation for Rikujōkōrō, wanting to use the spell to its fullest effect, she finished and the light columns converged on their target, holding it in place, nowhere left to go. No matter how much it struggled and strained, it couldn't free itself from the four bonds they had placed on it.
Isane finally pulled her sword out and said "Now we finish it." with such stern finality that it scared Rukia.
"Wait." Rukia said. "Don't kill it yet."
"What why?" Isane said confused.
"Because if we do it'll be over."
"So you wanna let it go?"
"No, I wanna blow its head off so that its body will devolve into Gillian."
"Oh yeah." Isane said recalling that without its mind an Adjucas will suffer a violent devolution.
"Have you ever done that?" Isane asked not knowing how exactly the devolution occured.
"Nope." Rukia said merrily. "But hey, if I accidentally kill it, it'll just die and our fun will be over."
"Alright then." Isane said jumping back a bit. "Ima stand back."
"Me too." Too Rukia said.
So they put a bit more distance between themselves and the angry squirming and defeated hollow and Rukia charged Haien, incantation and all, then fired it off completely evaporating the hollows head from existence.
With it gone, they both felt a pulse travel through them and the landscape, an inaudible preliminary shockwave hinting at what was to come. A bit of blood poured from the singed stump of its neck and then the hollows body burst apart in a loud violent explosion, shattering the bonds of all their spells and shooting the black goo of masses upon masses of Gillian outward in all directions.
Isane and Rukia jumped back further - Isane with alarm, Rukia with an excited smile - and they watched as Gillian began to form, budding from the oozing flowing mass, announcing their arrival with their thunderous mindless roar.
"I think we ought to use shikai now." Rukia said, powering up and glowing white once more, then releasing her sword.
"Dance Sode no Shirayuki."
The blade turned white, assuming its gorgeous form which looked more apt for display than for battle and a sudden change befell the atmosphere that Isane hadn't felt before. It was Rukia's reiatsu. Previously, warm and magnetic, an energy she enjoyed and was instinctively attracted to as it made her feel protected and safe, it was now cold and oppressive.
Isane faltered in her step, and shook, feeling a desire to get far away from Rukia's chilling force.
"What is it?" Rukia asked noticing a disruption in Isane's flow and seeing the discomfort in her face.
"Your reiatsu, it's so cold and heavy. I'm not used to this." She said thinking back to the last time she was around Rukia's shikai and not remembering it being so damn cold and figuring that it was probably unnoticeable back then because Rukia was not in a combat situation.
"You really hate the cold don't you?" Rukia commented.
"Yeah, it's so brutal." Isane admitted.
"You shouldn't. Rukia answered. You should embrace the cold. Without the cold, our snow and ice will be weak. The cold is our strength. The cold is our power."
And with that she set off to the slaughter, flashing from hollow to hollow. Encasing the massive towering beasts in columns of ice and shattering them one after another after another.
Isane followed her with her eyes marveling at her. A girl so little, putting out that much damage that fast. She watched, shaking under the weight of Rukia's presence.
She tried to ignore her discomfort and looked at her blade for a moment. Its metal seemed to shine brighter now than it ever did before. To Isane it seemed the sword enjoyed being exposed to Rukia's cold strong reiatsu. She wondered if Itegumo's spirit - ever so shy and withdrawn - was smiling within and encouraging her to listen to Rukia's words. She felt like Itegumo wanted to come out from behind that cyclonic swirl of snow she always hid herself behind.
And so she set it free.
"Run, Itegumo." she said quietly and softly, talking to her sword as opposed to commanding it. "Run."
And her sword transformed, two smaller blades split outward under the influence of Isane's bright green energy, and a wave of cold shot outward. And then, she felt pain. Now unlike before her shikai hurt her body.
Before, the wave of cold would manifest and shoot outward from her, she would push it out and far away and wouldn't feel a shred of cold as she used her sword. But now it was different. Now the cold lingered and stung her, burning with its frigidity. It seemed to spread into her hand and up her arm, invading her body. Feeling all sorts of terrible she almost dropped her sword to the ground.
But she chased the feeling and conjured her cloud, swirling it into existence above her, whiter and thicker than ever.
She felt like icy needles were piercing and spreading through her flesh. And she let them spread despite her shock which was evolving toward fear and panic. She let herself sink deeper into Itegumo's frigid embrace as snow began to fall from the sky.
She stood stoic and shivering, her mind slow in processing what was happening to her, lost in the feeling, body becoming numb.
She searched with her third eye and could no longer tell where Rukia's energy ended and hers began. Instead she just felt a heavy, powerful, and all-encompassing energy, flowing around and through her. She focused on it, this cold presence about her, and followed it, looking for its source. And she found it at her core, stirring, raging.
She placed her hand atop it, right above her solar plexus, and she understood. Then her shivering stopped and all was calm.
Something beautiful had come over her. Peace, clarity, and understanding. Deaf to her surroundings she understood Rukia's words now and well as her sword. She saw that she had been fighting it this entire time.
And out of this peaceful lull she heard her sword's familiar but rarely heard voice call out to her.
"Hhhhhhh Isane."
"Yes." She said.
"Hhhhhhhhh shhhhhhhhoooooot them. Shhhhhhoot them down." Itegumo called out with her breathy whispering voice that blew like soft winter wind.
Isane stretched her arm out and pointed the tip of her blade at a distant foe. Snow swirled round her blade converging, condensing, compressing.
"Hhhshoot." Itegumo said.
And Isane shot off a sharp spike of ice; needle-like in form, white in color, and deadly in effect.
It pierced the hollow's body and continued in its path leaving only a hole in its wake.
"Hhhshoot them all." Itegumo repeated, and then she sunk back into the snowstorm within.
And so Isane did, firing shot after shot, boring hole after hole through the bodies of the hollows.
She had thus rejoined the fight.
Rukia saw this sudden change in Isane and was surprised by it. She had no notion of the sequence of events that just went on inside Isane but could tell that something was certainly different. Isane looked so focused, so in the groove. In a world of her own as she danced through the sky with her strange shunpo. Conjuring snow with her hands in a style that to Rukia was reminiscent of Byakuya with his Senbonzakura and firing off ice spikes one after another after another.
In her distraction she failed to notice a cero heading straight for her from the right just out of her periphery.
But Isane saw it, swooped in, and blocked it with a wall of snow then destroyed the hollow responsible with a single shot before saying "Careful." and then flashing off in another direction leaving behind only an afterimage.
"Amazing," Rukia said admiring her goddess and wondering what had come over her. Then she emerged from her brief pause and resumed.
They danced together now, goddesses of ice soaring about the sky. Cutting, freezing, shattering, and piercing their foes. Dodging ceros and bringing a premature winter to the mountainous forest. Flowing together despite different fighting styles, they complemented and assisted each other in their efforts.
As their dance went on the masses thinned as did Isane's cloud. Once thick and white, it became ever more thin and wispy. Isane could understand now that the amount of time she had left in shikai was directly determined by the fullness and existence of that cloud.
"Rukia." she called flashing over to her. "I don't have much time left, let's finish this."
"Ok." Rukia said then flashed off and split another Gillian's face with a swing and froze another.
Isane shot an ice spike in one direction and pointed two fingers in another. Usually one to use Shakkahō she fired off Byakurai instead as she was too in synch with her sword to even consider meddling with fire balls.
Their dance thus entered its final stage.
The final twirls were twirled. The final swirls were swirled. The final steps were stepped. The music came to an end then and it was over.
Isane slowly descended toward the earth and sealed her sword, looking up as the last of her cloud disappeared, sheathing it when her feet softly hit the ground.
Rukia slammed down before her, her feet leaving an indentation in the earth from the force of her impact.
"That was good." Rukia said sealing and sheathing her blade. "You did great."
"She talked to me Rukia." Isane said sounding moved.
"Huh? Who?" Rukia asked confused.
"Itegumo. She talked to me and showed me that technique. I've never used it before." Isane explained.
"Really! Wow."
"Oh my god, you were right, the cold is power. I followed the cold and she gave me power. I can't believe this." Isane rattled off, finally having come down from the zen of battle and feeling hyped at what just happened.
Rukia giggled, Isane was so cute when she was excited. "Well I'm glad." She said.
"Oh what a night." Isane said sitting down on the grass wiping her brow and looking out at the beautiful and silent night sky. "What a night."
Rukia took a seat beside her.
"Want some trail mix?" Isane asked procuring a bag of the stuff out of friggin nowhere.
"The fuck?"
"What?"
"You brought food with you?"
"Just trail mix and water." Isane explained finding nothing strange about her level of preparedness. "I didn't know how long we were staying out for and all the exertion of fighting makes me hungry."
"Well then ok." Rukia said watching Isane shovel a handful of trail mix into her mouth and start chomping on it.
Isane handed her the bag and Rukia put a couple pieces into her mouth, nibbling at them. She tried to return the bag but Isane refused it, gesturing for Rukia to eat more.
Appreciative, she did so.
Isane washed down the sweet and salty mix with some water, then offered the bottle to Rukia.
Rukia accepted it, and took a couple small sips as well.
"Thank you." Rukia said.
"Thank you for bringing me here." Isane said. "We should totally train together."
"Yeah, maybe next time we could fight each other." Rukia said.
"Oh noooo." Isane said fearing the idea. "You're much too strong for that."
"Naah." Rukia said ever so humble. "I'm ok at best."
Isane shook her head. "You downplay your strength Rukia. I swear, one of these days, you'll be promoted to lieutenant. In fact I'm surprised they haven't promoted you yet."
"You flatter me Isane." Rukia said with an embarrassed blush.
"I only speak the truth."
And so they sat, eating trail mix, relaxing, and enjoying the night air. Both feeling tired yet invigorated.
. . .
Later Isane found herself in a white space. At first she thought it was her inner world, but it couldn't be. There was no swirling snow, no howling wind. She felt hot and a bit hazy and had a feeling that she was chasing something or someone.
Then she heard a giggle. It echoed all around her.
It didn't sound like Itegumo, it was out of Itegumo's character anyway but she recognized the voice nonetheless.
She clumsily turned around looking for it and saw nothing.
Then she heard it again.
She turned the other way, and still nothing. However the haze on her brain had cleared slightly and she saw now that she was in an empty white room.
"Hey!" the voice called just next to her ear. "I'm here." It said next to the other.
"Rukia?" Isane called, finally recognizing the voice.
Rukia giggled and Isane snapped round again. Finally she saw her. She stood in the doorway looking back over her shoulder. She smiled, coaxing Isane to follow and see if she could catch her. She was beautiful, and she was completely naked. Then she was gone.
Isane set off after her, stumbling through the doorway just in time to see Rukia slip into another room with another playful giggle.
She followed finding Rukia standing in another doorway, this time with her back to the frame. She stood, beautiful and proud, showing off her smooth stomach and small sculpted boobs, attracting and enticing Isane to come near. And she did, taking two heavy steps.
And then Rukia slipped away again, and again, and again. And Isane chased and chased and chased, lumbering, heavy, and lethargic but determined. Finally they reached a room with only one door. A dead end, Rukia stood in the middle of the plain room as Isane blocked the door, leaning on it for support, trying to keep this vision of Rukia from blurring and fading.
Rukia turned around, smiling and laughing playfully. That teasing giggle of a laugh that was absolutely driving Isane up the wall with desire. Rukia reached out to her, congratulating her in her victory and Isane reached out too. She watched as their fingers came closer and closer. And then they touched. Their fingers intertwined and Rukia stepped towards her slowly, elegantly, softly.
Isane followed with her eyes, staring straight into Rukia's. And then Rukia stopped, standing right before her only inches away. Looking down as Rukia looked up, Isane realized she was also naked.
"What shall we do now?" Rukia asked.
Then she rose, standing on her toes and kissed the center of Isane's chest, right between her cleavage, and licked it, the stroke of her little pink tongue long and slow, her lower lip trailing lazily behind it.
And with that Isane woke up, snapping into a seated position on her bed.
She looked around in panic, breathing heavily, and then realized that she was in her room on her bed and it was all just a dream.
Relief replaced panic and frustration replaced relief for she realized she was hot, sweating, and aroused, aroused by a dream of Rukia no less.
She'd had dreams like this before, always managing to wake up before something too wild happened. But never did she dream like this of someone she knew aside from that one time when she dreamt of her captain long ago.
She took that dream as an indication for her attraction to her captain, the dream making her consciously aware of the fact.
Recalling this she told herself "I'm just horny right now." not wanting to accept that Unohana was no longer the object of her subconscious longings.
"I just need some water." She said to herself.
So she swung her legs out of bed and frowned, feeling the lubrication of her crotch squishing and sliding under shifting pressure, then she got up and walked to the kitchen, wondering if she should change her underwear of just ignore it.
Thirsty and hot, she grabbed a glass and opened the freezer. Cold air poured out and cascaded down the front of her thin loose shirt below which she wore nothing else. It felt good, but it reminded her of Rukia even more, so she quickly grabbed the ice cubes, put them in the glass and shut the freezer door, a bit forcefully at that.
She filled the glass with water from the sink and took a seat at the table. She drank some of the water and found it refreshing. The coolness calming her and bringing her comfort.
"This is so weird. Like I understand that she's beautiful but… she's, beautiful."
Isane's eyes went wide. She grabbed the glass again and tilted it back, but she had finished the water and an ice cube slid into her mouth instead. She froze for a moment, glad that she didn't choke on it, then ran her tongue across the ice and sucked on it. Feeling its texture and temperature she imagined Rukia's fingers in her mouth instead. Then she spit it out into her hand and looked at it. Her lips tingling as she watched it slowly melt, chilling her flesh it as it did so.
She recalled the icy prickly feeling she felt earlier, its painfully pleasurable sensation, and like before she felt an urge to chase and feel more of it.
She glanced at the glass, sweating like her body was, then she raised the cube to her mouth again, licking it in the same way Rukia licked her in the dream. Inadvertently letting droplets run down her wrist, chin, and neck, then down between her cleavage.
She moaned shuddering, recalling that pink tongue, vivid, wet and magnificent.
She shivered, feeling tingling pressure spread from the center of her chest where the droplets ran out to her boobs and her arms, up her neck and down to that spot between her legs.
She squirmed in her seat, fighting the feeling just so that she could make it build and slipped the cube back into her mouth swallowing the cold water that melted off of it, and she felt her boobs ache and burn.
The idea to press that fucking ice cube against her nipples came to mind and without hesitation she did just that, pulling the collar of her shirt down to free a boob, then spitting the cube out into her other hand and smashing it against her searing flesh, squeezing the mound with her long strong fingers.
She inhaled sharply and moaned, shivering as she slumped forward and rested her forehead on the table.
"I need," She groaned with a quivering voice, legs shaking as she felt her nipple harden against the cube. Shaking as the ice melted and the water ran down her stomach and soaked into the hem of her shorts. Pushing herself to tolerate it further.
She gritted her teeth, holding on, then she reached her limit.
She let the boob go, and dropped the ice cube to the ground, then touched around the numb nipple with her other, warmer hand. With a trembling finger she pressed the nipple like a button, smiling as she toyed with the shining numb nub.
Her other breast had become jealous and longed for attention so she hurriedly flung her shirt off, grabbed the glass, and sucked another cube into her mouth, not wanting to ignore her mouth and lips either, then she spit it onto her hand and planted it straight onto the other boob.
Her leg bounced, restless under the feeling. She was slipping down into this abyss of arousal, and with desperation to feel more she grabbed the cold wet glass and pressed it against her hot wet crotch, rubbing it up and down against the fabric of her pants as she clenched her thighs around it. Her body bucked and shook and shivered, she could barely breathe anymore.
She knew she wasn't going to cum like this, but she tortured herself a bit more.
Finally she couldn't take it, she had to cum and she had to cum now. So she tossed the cube to the side, placed the glass back on the table with a loud thwack, and raced off to her bedroom as fast as her heart beat raced.
She yanked open her drawer and dug through it hurriedly, mind clouded with urgency and anticipation, and she pulled out her trusty vibrator.
She hadn't used it in awhile, a long while in fact, so there was a good chance the batteries would be dead. But when she twisted its switch it rumbled to life with its strong low hum, singing the song of electronically assisted clitoral stimulation.
Usually not a woman who prayed often, she thanked god in that moment for maintaining the charge of the batteries and then she thrust the apparatus into her pants and pressed its bumpy nubs against her wanting waiting anatomy.
She slumped back into bed with a happy expression, cold becoming warmth as her hot insulated bed heated her body up again. She groaned into the mattress, trying not to be too loud. Feeling the reflected heat of her exhalation spreading through her chilled lips and recalling her kiss with Rukia.
She fought it, trying to put that image out of her mind and think of her kiss with Unohana instead. But reviewing that memory brought her no arousal. That kiss was one filled with sorrow, not lust. It marked the end of something that could never be, a sealing conclusion. Rukia's kiss brought her no sorrow, no sadness. It was a pleasant surprise and in this moment was exciting to think of. And unlike her kiss with Unohana, her kiss with Rukia could be an introduction instead. A preview of pleasures she could potentially share with the girl.
The simple idea that they potentially could do things together, just as Unohana implied they were doing, simply aroused her further, and visions and memories of Rukia persisted in her mind.
She slid the vibrator around, the device dancing around her clit, and recalled Rukia's shining wet fingers. Could Rukia have dreamt of her? Or was the wetness upon the fingertips the result of a conscious cultivated fantasy. The idea of someone masturbating to her was pretty hot and weird especially since she didn't consider herself all that hot. She downplayed her attractiveness just as Rukia downplayed her strength.
And so she thus was masturbating to the idea of someone masturbating to her.
She removed the vibrator from within her pants, and licked it, mixing her own taste and smell with the visual memory of Rukia's shining wet fingers. Then returned it to that nub of hers which screamed for its return.
She imagined what Rukia's dream would contain of her, if her dreams contained her at all. What she fantasized about her doing, if she fantasized about her doing things.
She recalled Rukia's naked elusive form from her dream and imagined that it would look better in real life, better than any way she could imagine it.
She shook and shivered, her happy coochie electrifying her entire form. She was getting close.
She had already seen most of Rukia's body after all. That pale smooth torso and strong slender legs. Those tiny little boobs, naught but humps on a pale planar chest, obscured as they were from her sight by that goddam black bra.
"Curse that black bra." Isane thought to herself as she squeezed one of her own boobs aggressively and with force, pushing herself farther and higher.
She rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide, and slid her fingers toward her vagina, trying to give it the attention and stimulation that her clitoris was hogging. But she lacked the coordination and focus to achieve anything other than their insertion.
It was worth it however, as she promptly fell over the precipice of sexual arousal, falling into a powerful orgasm that shook her to her frame, indeed shaking the frame of her bed as well.
She rode it, writhing, fighting, and forcing herself to keep that vibrator where it was, holding it in place as she twitched against the pulses. Feeling the muscles of her vagina contract around her fingers as she struggled to keep them there.
And then she relented, removing the vibrator from her clit and allowing herself to breathe and come down. But she only let herself come down a little bit for she brought the vibrator up to her mouth, and stuck it into her mouth to wet the body of the apparatus, and then slid it a small distance into that hungry hole, careful not to let her pocket rocket slip all the way inside of her.
She tilted it slightly forward and thrusted it softly. Touching her clit with soft quick strokes of her fingertips, forcing the sensitive tender flesh to feel more. Each flick of her wrist sending waves through her body, preliminary shocks hinting at what was to come.
She imagined what would have happened if she didn't wake up from her dream. She imagined Rukia allowing her pure nude form to sink deeper and deeper into her warm wanting embrace. Her leaning down to kiss Rukia. Rukia softly clutching at her boobs.
She imagined turning Rukia round 180 degrees and wrapping an arm around the front of her chest. Her butt pressing against her thighs. Holding her close as she slipped her other hand slowly sliding down Rukia's front searching ever downward, then hooking her two thickest fingers in.
And then she came again. She was louder as it was more explosive in feeling than her first orgasm. She twisted the vibrator around some, holding it place against the strong contractions of her walls while furiously sliding her fingers sideways on her clitoris like a deejay angrily scratching vinyl.
She held on for some moments and then let herself go, releasing herself from the powerful grasp of powerful release. Her body and her crotch twitching and shuddering in aftershocks as she caught her breath, descending from the heights of euphoria back down to the lull of reality, quiet and dull in the dark depths of the silent night.
It was over, and as her mind regained its clarity she realized what she just allowed herself to do.
She felt embarrassment, feeling like she in some way insulted Rukia by doing what she just did. But if felt so good, those thoughts and images so desirable. And she realized that her feelings for the girl had thus evolved even if only in lust.
"I could totally see myself fucking her." She thought to herself accepting the truth. "I kind of want to…" she thought.
"Oh no." She said, heart beginning to race again, this time in panic instead of pleasure. "Oh no."
She felt panicked fear for she knew that if she let herself she could step into uncharted territory and experience things she'd never experienced. She could make dreams and fantasy into reality. She could explore the depths of Rukia's loving caring heart, peer within it and see what it contained.
"But that's only possible if Rukia still wants to be with me." She thought to herself.
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"Of course she still wants to." She accepted realizing the fact she wanted so desperately to ignore, especially now as her desire was flickering into existence.
"Of course she still looks at me the same way. She tries to ignore it but I can see it, she can see it."
"Her fire burns bright behind the veil and it's up to me to decide whether to set it free."
"Oh no…. oh no."
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