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Yoshino Takes the Time	By : debbiechan Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 2861 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Yoshino Takes the Time
by debbiechan

Disclaimer: Kubo Tite, Viz, and Perriot Studios own Bleach; I don�t.
Description: PWP, NC-17, Yoshino x Ishida. Yes, the Bound woman tops. Written after several people urged me to flesh out (so to speak) the scene between this pair in anime episode 71. More than a few fangurls were imagining that Ishida didn�t tell his homeboys everything that happened with this Bound lady, so why not have Yoshino step up to bat in yet another of my let�s-take-the-Quincy�s-virginity fics?
This ficlet was written the very night after the "Ishida is Everybody�s Uke" episode aired, and I honestly have to call it A/U, because if Yoshino turns out to be related to Ishida, I could not live with myself�
Warnings: Too much love for Ishida? Consenting sexual activity between an older woman and a young male who is sixteen (therefore legal by the Canadian laws of consent that guide tasteful fanfic archives). Yep, that�s it. Can�t think of any more. Hurt-comfort elements provided by the anime itself?

The Quincy was not waking up. The significance of the passing time was being measured by drips of water from a faucet. Soft drop, hard drop. There was a slight variance between the two types as they hit the sink. Perhaps the larger-shaped drops were quieter. Yoshino did not know about these things.
What she did know was that Friido had not smashed the Quincy�s head with intent to kill. Yoshino had seen the viper doll prepare Ryo�s pleasure before. Ryo�s savoring lasted no longer than � the time it would take a million drops of water to squeeze out of a faucet? Perhaps, if the victim�s soul was not eventually sucked out, a blow meant to draw blood would instigate an internal hemorrhage.
Yoshino placed her fingertips on the Quincy�s neck. There was nothing unusual about his pulse, but one never knew about head injuries.
Perhaps I should have chosen another Quincy. This one walked directly up to Ryo and offered himself in exchange for that woman.

It would not be easy to keep this one alive if he insisted on endangering himself. Maybe he was already incapacitated despite all her efforts. After the surprise attack on Ryo, Yoshino had loosened the boy�s tie before snatching him up and had felt reassuring coughs of air against her chest. Friido had not broken ribs or punctured lungs. Then she had felt the body grow limp in her arms.
After carrying the boy to well-hidden place and bandaging his head, Yoshino had been certain he wasn�t injured badly. Expecting him to rouse at any moment, she had taken off the Quincy�s glasses, washed the glasses� bloody legs and reset them on his face. She had covered him with a sheet to prevent his body from going into shock.
Yoshino was considering that all her efforts might have been in vain when the boy�s eyes opened. Startled, he drew away from her.
"Why did you save me?"
Blue eyes and a soft voice. He was younger than Yoshino had thought. She had assumed he was a high schooler from his uniform, but his bravado before Ryo had made her think he was an older teenager.
"Are you a Quincy?" she asked. He was holding his expression with such mature self-possession that Yoshino felt heartened about her plan. He had to be someone special. No ordinary human boy would look that serene before a known Bound.
He looked away. "Everyone wants to know that. It must be true that Quincy souls have a different smell."
Not serenity--it was sadness.
"Yes," said Yoshino. "It is not an appetizing smell to us� especially a Quincy who has lost his powers."
He looked ashamed as well as sad. "You really said it."
As the boy cast his eyes downward, Yoshino felt a pang of curiosity. "Why? Why did you lose your powers?"
He met her eyes.
Yoshino knew that look of loss. It lived not in the eyes of those who had lost family and friends to Death but in the eyes of those who had lost an entire future of possibilities. The boy wasn�t grieving Death; he was, like her, someone who--
He looked away abruptly and told what Yoshino suspected was a lie. "I lost my powers because of my lack of experience and my own inability. That is all I can say."
She wanted to smile at his obviousness. "Is that a characteristic among the Quincy?"
He looked like he did not understand.
"Self-sacrifice?"
The Quincy flushed as pink as a schoolboy whose true love had been discovered.
In an attempt not to smile too broadly and to resist the intimacy of the moment, Yoshino shut her eyes. When she opened them again, the boy looked even more beautiful than before.
I will never have a child or know the comfort of family. I know what it is to have your future fall away.

Yoshino turned her gaze to the broken windows and continued to resist her own feelings. Kariya Jin needed to be stopped; that was all that mattered.
"Perhaps I should have looked for a different Quincy." One not so young, noble, and certain to die.

"There are no other Quincy."
The idea froze Yoshino.
"I�m all alone now," said the Quincy, and hardness crossed his face. An unresolved grievance.
Oh, so maybe he is not so defenseless after all? That bitterness can be used to my advantage.

"Really? You�re all alone?" Yoshino had no choice in the matter if he was the only Quincy.

She looked at him again--such a hard look on such a young face--and believed that he wasn�t lying about being the only Quincy. His parents were dead? His powers were gone. She felt her own loneliness pull her body towards his, and his eyes widened with fear.
"No, I�m not going to suck out your soul," she said, placing one hand on his head and another on his forearm. "I wanted to see how your wound was doing. I�ve been watching you for a long time today. Head wounds can bleed a great deal so that did not concern me, but usually a bump rises on the outside--yours stayed flat, which means there may have been swelling on the inside."
He was still looking at her with undisguised terror and confusion.
"I�m not a doctor," she said. "I really don�t know much about these things, but please, let me look at the wound."
The Quincy�s face relaxed, and Yoshino�s fingers touched the bandage on his head. "Hmm. Maybe I shouldn�t bother it. It�s not bleeding anymore. Does it hurt?"
His look told her that it did. Of course a noble young man like this one would not complain about pain.
Yoshino felt her fingers sweep past the bandage into the Quincy�s black hair and a wave of maternal sympathy rose in her chest. She patted the head once, twice, and before she could urge herself to pull away, the Quincy�s hand rose to encircle her wrist.
That�s when she noticed that she had been leaning against him so that her breasts were very near his face.
It would be absurd to apologize. The boy�s look told her that even though his hand appeared to be preparing to push her away, he did not want her to go away.
I�m alone too.

Yoshino smiled again. It was a gentle smile this time, one that recognized a familiar hunger. Her clan was not allowed to eat souls of the living, but sexual promiscuity appeased that greater desire. For the duration of one, two, three drops of soft water falling into the sink, Yoshino considered taking what would be an easy, quick delight in a virgin�s body. It would be worth it to take some time away from her melancholy mission but--
No, this could interfere with my designs against Kariya.

It was if the boy read her intent. He dropped her wrist and looked enormously embarrassed.
What a disadvantage it must be to your façade of maturity that you are so light-skinned that blush shows so easily on your skin.

"It hurts, doesn�t it?" said Yoshino, touching the spot that had smashed against the pavement.
The blue eyes were so vulnerable, so appealingly young. Yoshino felt her legs rising off the floor and onto the couch. The Quincy�s hips moved to one side to make room for her.
"I don�t have anything for the pain," said Yoshino.
The boy was not going to reach for her. Of course he wouldn�t; this one was a noble and decent young man.
"I don�t have anything for the pain except the brief distraction of pleasure," said Yoshino.
The boy�s lips parted in surprise, and Yoshino could not help but move to kiss them. It was a light but lingering kiss, and she could taste his virginity in his hesitancy. The Quincy, however, was not resisting her. His unwillingness to speak or move, however, seemed like a sort of resistance, even if he had been stricken incapable of speech or movement by Yoshino�s advances.
She felt maternal sympathy again.
"It�s alright. I just want to take your pain away. I won�t take anything for myself. You don�t have to do anything."
His only response was a slight intake of breath, and Yoshino considered that watching the expression on his face go from tense to enraptured would rewarding enough. She kissed him on the forehead this time and then began to palm the whiteness of his chest where his school shirt collar was open.
"Quincy souls may not stir the appetite of a Bound, but who can not be moved by this mortal beauty?"
Yoshino�s other hand pressed against the Quincy�s legs and was not surprised to feel the hardness there. He was still covered by the sheet and still fully clothed beneath it.
It occurred to her that she could allow him the modesty of all his coverings.
She began to rub her palm against the shape of his arousal under the sheet. The boy gasped and swept his gaze to the ceiling--his eyes wide open and shining blue. Yoshino found herself wishing he would look at her. She rubbed him with a temperate rhythm, one in keeping with the dripping water from the faucet.
Soft drop, hard drop. The gentle sound of the water did not change, but the boy�s breathing deepened.
He is trying not to moan.

"Look at me, Quincy," Yoshino said. It was a plea, not a demand. "Look at me so I can see your pleasure."
He looked at her. His eyes were drunk. His forehead, which had been knotted when he first roused to consciousness, was line-less now. Yoshino increased her pressure and speed. The boy�s eyes narrowed but did not close.
"The pain in your head is gone, yes? I wish I could make all the rest of the pain go away, but this is all I can do for now."
He was looking at her, but it seemed as if her words were not registering. That was alright. It was only natural that the strangeness of the situation would be tempering his excitement. Either that or the Quincy had some control. He had not made a sound beyond a soft panting.
Yoshino put one leg over the boy�s body so that she was straddling him and began to rub with even more force--one hand against his hardness, the other kneading the slenderness of his waist.
The position inspired her. Yoshino felt her own breath deepen. She made a rumbling sound in her throat.
The boy began to squirm beneath her. His face was blotching a deep red.
"Move your hips, Quincy. I want to feel you rock against my hand."
He understood. His hips rose off the couch and began to match the rhythm of Yoshino�s hand. She could no longer hear the dripping water. The boy�s mouth was wide open, and his breaths were hard and loud. Yoshino felt her lower body begin to delight; bubbles of moisture moved between her legs. The warmth of the boy�s thighs pressed hers. When his deliberate movements began to lose their pace, one hipbone bumped her wrist in a sudden jerking motion, and he regained his rhythm.
When the Quincy let out a tiny whimper, she knew he was close. Those his age could not last past a certain plateau. Yoshino considered teasing him but thought better of it--this was supposed to be quick. There were other things to attend to. She was certain now that she held the Quincy�s trust in her palm.
"I�m enjoying this," she said in a throaty voice. "I don�t want to release but I want to watch you when you do."
The very words put him over. The Quincy lifted his shoulders off the couch and threw his head back.
No, he wasn�t over. He was holding his breath. His chest and face were shining red, but his throat was still white. Yoshino could see tendons in that white neck strain.
And then he gritted his teeth and groaned. Yoshino felt him emptying under the layers of fabric under her hand.
It wasn�t an earth-shattering orgasm. He only shuddered for a moment, but to see how he lay heaving afterwards one would think that the Quincy had spent a full night being pleasured in those most obscene and athletic of ways. Yoshino herself dropped against his chest as if she herself had been spent and felt brighter and more optimistic than she had in ages. She knew that when she revealed her plan to this Quincy that he would � support her.
I am not alone.

"Guess what?" His voice vibrated under her. It was such a young voice, and it rang with quiet bravado. "I don�t have a headache anymore."
Oh yes, he was a healthy young man. He would be feeling much better soon, and there would be no need to drop him off at a hospital. Yoshino had taken care of his injuries very well all by herself.
She kissed him lightly again on the lips and positioned herself more comfortably on the couch. She sat next to him until she could again hear the dripping of the water faucet over her own breathing. She touched his forearm.
"Be good," she said in a determined voice, "and listen to what I have to say. Then you won�t get hurt."

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