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Recovery	By : Yaguchi Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 2266 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Written for avi_via_vai at LJ using a picture prompt. Beta’d by Lilmisfits8811.

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Evening drew on and the sky
began to turn into brilliant candy colours. The sun began to stoop, slipping
behind the delicate forms of the cherry blossom trees in the yard. A faint
breeze rustled the fallen petals against the frame of the open sliding door.



Rukia
breathed in the fresh air and a crease appeared between her dark brows. She
hated being in recovery. The silence of the room was so tense to her that it
seemed to hang in icicles from every beam. The futon she lay in felt warm and
cosy, but sweat was beginning to gather between her hair and her neck and the
comfort of the blankets felt like incarceration.



Damn those Bount creatures.



She shifted; testing the little aches and groans in her body.
There weren’t as many as before, thanks to Captain Unohana
and her brother’s attentions but she still felt sore enough that even if she
had freedom from the futon she probably wouldn’t leave it.



Rukia
stared at the ceiling, examining every little line and highlight in the wood.
What was Ichigo up to right now? Inoue? They would be
leaving soon and she felt ridiculous at the idea that she might not get to see them
leave in person.



“YO!”



Something heavy thudded to the
floor and Rukia jumped. She twisted her head around
in the direction of the door, her eyes widening before she lowered her amethyst
eyes.



Renji lay
Zabimaru on the floor next to him and stretched out,
resting back on his elbows. He had the contented look of a man who had just
eaten until he was fit to bust. He grinned at her. “Heard ya were still lazing about.”



Her eyebrow twitched. It was
faint but it made his grin broader, his red eyes even more wicked. “…lazing?”



He snickered.



“LAZING?!” She flew to a
sitting position and probably would have launched herself at him in a flurry of
useless kicks but a twinge in her side made her groan and flop back down again.
She put a hand to her head to massage out the faint throbbing that had set up
home in her temples.



“Geez, take it easy Rukia,” Renji muttered. He lifted himself up and sat
cross-legged, staring down at her. “Headache, eh?”



“I was fine before you came
in,” she retorted.



If he heard her, he didn’t
show it. “Ichigo won’t be staying for much longer. He wanted to see ya before he left but Captain told him you need your rest.”



“Brother?” Rukia
frowned. “Why didn’t he let Ichigo come here?”



A faint flush bloomed in his
cheeks. “He, uh…said we – that is, Ichigo…is too noisy.”



Rukia
sighed, but inside she couldn’t help but feel a little glow of pleasure. She’d
been worried about him – Renji, that is. For the longest time it had felt like
she didn’t know him anymore, that her adoption into the Kuchiki
clan had severed her ties with him. And he’d been so different. Still was.



It was like there was
something he hadn’t found yet that he searched for tirelessly.



But since Ichigo, there’d been
something healthier about Renji. Something she couldn’t put her finger on.



“Seems kinda
boring in here,” Renji commented, looking around. His white bandana was
missing, leaving his forehead tattoos on full display. Some strands of crimson
had come loose from his ponytail and he tucked them behind his ear. “Don’t ya even have something to read?”



“No. Rest,
rest, rest.”



“Heh.” Renji rubbed the back of his neck and smirked.
“Good thing I came to keep ya company then, ne?”



Actually…



She studied him. When was the
last time either of them had just ‘kept the other company’?



He began to babble about an
incident involving Captain Hitsugaya and one of the mod souls, but his deep
voice faded into the drone of the silence as her eyes focused on the movements
of his mouth and the subtle motions of his facial muscles.



He’d grown a little more to
what she remembered. He seemed broader, his face more rough cut. She never
would have noticed it without looking closely.



“Oi…Renji?”



He stopped mid-flow, like an
ant with something in its path. He blinked a few times. “Huh?”



“Why don’t we spend time
together anymore?”



The confusion on his face
melted – melted into something very bland and listless. His lips quirked,
faltered in their grin. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”



Rukia
felt too exposed like this – lying down on her back, watching the little
shadows play over his face from below. She eased herself up to a sitting
position once more. “Will it still happen when I’m not in recovery?”



Dead silence. Rukia looked down at her small hands – her slender fingers.
They rested in her lap, her thumb every now and then passing over the soft
blanket.



“I have my reasons for
everything I do.” His was low – husky from some unknown emotion that he kept
surprisingly well in-check. “Can ya just trust me on
that?”



Rukia
looked at him sidelong, through her hair, and frowned. Reasons?
Could people really have reasons for why they let friendships slide…fall
back…fade away?



He winced and she realised
she’d said that aloud.



Renji rubbed his forearm
beneath his sleeve. The muscles in his jaw worked as he considered his answer,
and Rukia felt half afraid of what it might be. She
hated how the atmosphere had changed so suddenly. Just a moment ago the Vice
Captain had been charged with energy and mischief and now…now it felt like some
sort of sludgy swamp stretched out between them. Something slimy and horrible
that clung to the skin.



“Never mind,” Rukia said quickly. She stared down at where her toes poked
up against the blanket in an almost obscene way. She wiggled them to fill the
silence.



“Ya
should eat something, Rukia,” Renji blurted. She
looked up at him, surprised. A grin strained his lips. “You’re looking thinner.
Like a strong breeze could just rip ya off to Rukongai!”



“Would that be better?” She
asked.



“Tch,
I don’t want ya to – ”



“I meant if we were in Rukongai.”



Silence again. God, she was
just living in silence these days.



“With none
of this. Would…would the awkwardness be gone?” She asked.



He stared at her and she felt
very sorry for him. She was just throwing this stuff at him out of the blue,
after so long of staying quiet. Letting the issues build up. She was like that
story about the dam flooding over.



“It won’t be like that
forever.” He looked down at his soul slayer because he didn’t seem to know
where else to rest his eyes. “I swear. I’m just not wor
– ready enough yet.”



Rukia
stared past his shoulder, trying to concentrate on the darkening sky than the
red in the corner of her eye. “Remember how in Rukongai,
all of us never left each other because we needed to survive? There was never
any question of not spending time together because it was more of a necessity – ”



“Oi,
this isn’t because it stopped being a ne – ”



“ –
but it was still nice. Because we all had desperation in
common. And it only grew stronger as they began to disappear, one by
one.” She closed her eyes to hide the pricking tears. “And I think…because I’ve
always been so small and girly, they all felt like they wouldn’t be comfortable
around me unless they were strong. To protect me.”



He stared into the distance,
his inked brows slashed downwards. Rukia watched him
– studied the features as familiar to her as her own and half wished she’d
saved this for a better time. If there was one.



“They were strong,” Renji
breathed. He flexed his hands, working the joints. “They lasted longer than
they should have.”



She nodded, unable to speak.



“And I regret their deaths, ya know…but I think the hardships made us all people . Does that even make sense?” He rubbed his neck for
the umpteenth time. “I think that’s the thing about growing up with nothing. Ya realise pretty quick what’s important.” A pause. “And ya realise ya can’t just sit back and hope it’ll come to ya. Ya gotta
fight.”



Rukia
looked at him and her eyes must have conveyed something. Something of her
tumultuous thoughts – something even she
couldn’t figure out. But Renji saw and he twitched forward.
It was convulsive. It looked accidental. He froze and tensed.



He watched her, his hesitation
like that of someone wary of handling glass. When
he shifted onto his knees, his hands settled onto his thighs and Rukia noted that they were large hands. A man’s hands, not
a boy’s. And it did seem that maybe he could break her with his large frame,
but –



She trusted Renji. She’d
always trusted him, especially when he didn’t trust himself.



Rukia
sat up straighter, craning her head to look up at where he knelt above her. His
gaze was unabashed but filled with questioning. His shoulders were squared, his
whole body taut.



They stared each other down.



He didn’t flinch when her
fingers grazed his cheekbone but twitched towards her again. Renji’s red eyes dropped to her mouth and back to her eyes again. The tip of his tongue ran over his lower lip and
she felt the restraint in the muscles beneath his skin.



Rukia
released the tie from his hair, breathing in the clean scent. It was something
like vanilla – only more elusive. More natural.



“Rukia…”



Red was a colour with so many
meanings; Heat, danger, fire and Passion. So fitting that it was the colour of
his, surprisingly soft hair. She smiled as she fingered the long strands, his
watchful eyes not missing a single touch.



Renji flushed and swallowed
hard. “Rukia, ya shouldn’t – ”



“I’m not stopping.”



There. She’d done it – she’d been firm. And it was, she thought,
hilarious how quickly a man could forget his restraints.



One of his large hands
immediately threaded into her black hair. His fingers teased her scalp,
pressing just enough against her that he guided her head forwards. He leant in
– knocking his nose against hers and banging their foreheads together.

Rukia
yelped – prepared to make a comment about the thickness of his head. But he was
already bringing his other hand up to let his fingers dance along her jaw – already
brushing his lips down the curve of her cheek so
that the tip of his nose tickled her lashes.

Rukia
shuddered. This felt so…right. Not right in that clichéd way she’d heard women
talk about, but right in that it was a natural progression. It had been
dictated in their history and in every little look they’d ever shared.



Her body temperature soared
with the brushes of his rough lips over her milky skin. It embarrassed her how
easily she let her emotions seize control of her body. Brother would be so
disappointed but then…he’d be disappointed by this whole moment, no doubt.



Renji nipped at the corner of
her mouth. His breathing grew faster, his face flushed and his eyes glazed with
intent. He seemed to dance just out of the way of kissing her – properly
kissing her, giving her that first ever experience. She growled his name, moving
closer to him and tugging on brilliant red strands.



His chuckle was quick – pained.
“Don’t…don’t be so hasty…”



“Renji,” she grumbled, fisting
his kimono in her hands and twisting her aching body to lean into him more.
“You chased away anyone who could have ever given me a kiss. You owe me this.”



Satisfaction sparked in his eyes.
“I kept them away real good.”



“Don’t be proud, idiot!” Rukia slapped him upside the head. Renji grunted in
surprise, pulling away to give her a stunned look. “Just…” Rukia
put her hands on his cheeks and guide him down – seeing his eyelids fall to
half mast just before her vision went out of focus.



His lips felt…rough. Like he nibbled on them or something. It wasn’t unpleasant –
in fact…it matched up to how she’d imagined. She only had a moment or two to
map the textures into her mind before Renji pushed against her firmly, his
mouth slanting over hers.

Rukia looped her arms around his neck, feeling his crimson
hair falling over her skin. His hands grasped her waist and pulled her tighter
against him. Her side hurt from straining up to reach him but she’d be damned
if she was going to stop.



His tongue prodded at the seam of her lips. It
was inquisitive, requesting and Rukia parted her lips
just enough to let the slick appendage slip past. It was an alien feeling to
her and a spurt of panic attacked when she realised that she had no idea how to
react.



Did she move her tongue? Did she let him do whatever he wanted? What
was right?



Renji’s
tongue seemed to know – it was strong and bordering on aggressive and Rukia melted against him. It was natural again…they fell
into some sort of primitive rhythm as easily as they had fallen into
friendship. His hard lips pressed against her. She felt lightheaded and
distantly noted that she hadn’t taken a proper breath yet.



She pulled away, sucking air. It
refused to quench her sore lungs. She pressed her tingling lips together,
missing the absence of his kiss and marvelled at how she’d gone without it for
so long already.

He snickered. “You’re meant to
breathe through your nose, dummy.”

Rukia
glared at him, blushing. “I wouldn’t know, remember?”

He smiled – a rare, genuine
smile.

And everything seemed to click
into place.

It was uncommon,
she thought as he pressed his lips against her neck and guided her down to the
futon, to have a relationship like this. One that’s
transitions were so fluid.

In the flurry of his lips
against her skin – her throat, her jaw, her lips – she lost sense of time and
the world narrowed down. This was what it truly felt like to lose control of herself, she realised – stunned when his bare arm settled on
the pillow beside her head and brushed her cheek.

Renji grinned at her cockily.
His kimono gone, Rukia could only blush at what she
could see of his bare skin and hope he hadn’t kicked off his hakama too. She could see some of the black ink on his
skin, running like an electrical current. She’d never liked the idea of tattoos
herself, but on him…they fit.

“You’re so red,” Renji
chuckled.

“You’re not exactly calm
yourself,” she snapped back, noting the flush on his cheeks.

He traced his fingers down the
soft line of her throat, watching the muscles work beneath his touch. “I’m lying
on top of ya, Rukia. If I
was calm I think I’d have to be a eunuch or something.”

Oh, great. Make me blush further, you oaf.

“You’re heavy,” she stated.

Renji glared. His fingers
grazed what was exposed of her collarbone, just slipping beneath the folds of
her robe. “Don’t spoil the mood.”

“My mood is ‘crushed’, because
you’re heavy,” she protested.

“It’s ‘cause…” he blushed in
full this time, and looked down to distract himself with
the patterns he tickled against her skin.

“…because?”

He cleared his throat. “’Cause
I’m on top of ya, not between your…”

Oh.

Rukia
felt like her face was on fire. “So…I should…?”

“Only if you want to,” he said
quickly.

Did she want to? This would be something the Kuchiki
house would hold against her forever but…if she didn’t, she might just hold her
rejection of it against herself forever. She’d rather move fast with Renji than
let them grow even further apart by turning away.

“Could you maybe…lift up a
little so I can open…?” God, this was
so embarrassing.

Renji nodded, laughing in a
high-pitched nervous way. He lifted himself enough that Rukia
could part her slender legs and hovered there. “Rukia…you
might feel – ”

“I’d be offended if I didn’t.”

He nodded again, lowering
himself against the cradle of her hips. Her robe had already hitched up from
the futon’s covers and her movements. Rukia exhaled
loudly at the feel of his material clad hips pressing against her there.

Rukia
pressed her palm against his side. The muscles shifted beneath her touch like
they were trying to shy away. He shifted against her and for the first time,
she felt…him.

It was startling. Thanks to Renji’s bullying tactics she’d never even seen or felt a
man like that, but she’d heard at the Women’s Association about what happened
when a guy got aroused. She suddenly felt very, very nervous.

“Ya
okay?”

Rukia
smiled up at him. Every inch of him lay against her and his face was mere
inches from hers. His fingers still played with her skin – never slipping
beneath her robe but brushing along the edges. “Just…”

“Yeah, I know,” he nodded,
swallowing. He touched his lips to hers – gentle but persuasive. Rukia leant into his kiss – parting her lips for him and
frowning when he refused to deepen it. He laughed against her mouth and Rukia slapped him on the back of the head. “Oi…ease off.”

“Then kiss me, damn it!”

“Just wait,” he sighed. She
bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from yelling something stupid,
instead focusing on the intent look on his face as he propped himself up over
her and stroked his fingers down the line of her robe again.

She tensed when Renji bit his
lower lip and slipped the folds of her robe aside. The air touched her petit
breasts, stirring the nipples to life. God, she was so small and he would
probably just about be able to put a palm over them. He was just staring too –
it made her wonder if he was trying not to laugh or something.

“Heh
– a perfect handful,” he smiled – and she stiffened as a large, hot hand closed
over one small mound. The roughness of his palm scraped over her stiffened peak
– worked it into sensitive stiffness. His fingers squeezed at her soft flesh,
every little touch gentle and almost reverent. His thumb passed over her nipple
and Rukia jumped – accidentally pressing herself up
against the hardness she could feel against her lower belly.

Renji tensed, inhaling. He
looked at her – no doubt wondering if she’d meant to do that, and saw the panic
seeping into her face. “Oi…we don’t have to if ya don’t…”

“No, I do,” she said quickly,
turning her burning face to the side. “It’s just…new.”

“Yeah.”
He looked down at where her arms were still clad in the robe. “Rukia…can we take this off?” He asked lowly. “Maybe…you’d
feel better if ya can touch me too. Or something.”

He knew her better than she’d realised. The
loss of control was as frightening to her as the act itself and his words eased
her…reminded her that this was Renji. Rukia, flushed,
shifted up enough to twist out of the robe. Her forehead bumped against his
nose as she lifted her hips to pull the material out from under her and discard
it. Her bare flesh hummed beneath the futon, pressed against his still hakama-clad form.

She lay back down, swallowing
hard. When he didn’t move, she darted a look at him. His eyes were closed, his
face red and she felt mean but it was comforting that he was as nervous about
this as her.

Rukia
pressed a hand against his smooth cheek and smiled faintly at his sharp intake
of breath. His body heat was tremendous, smothering. It crowded her, made her
slicker – made the throbbing between her legs unbearable.

“Renji,”
she whispered, her other hand resting over his ribs.
His eyes flew to hers. He licked his lips, glancing away from her curious gaze.
She could see the worry filtering into his features – and on impulse she leant
up towards him, trying to discard the nervousness both he and she were drowning
in.

His
red orbs slipped shut as Rukia touched her lips to
the corner of his mouth, noticing how the scent of vanilla grew stronger the
hotter the air got between them.

Her
nose brushed over a burning cheek as she placed another little kiss against the
edge of his lips, wanting him to react. He swallowed, and she could practically
feel the little internal struggle going on behind his eyes.

Relief
washed through her when he turned his face towards her, his lips parted. Soft,
erratic breaths fanned against her skin.

His
lips brushed hers so faintly that she barely felt it. Rukia
moved her hand to the back of his neck, teasing the slightly damp skin with her
fingertips. Renji sighed and pushed his mouth firmly against hers – the action
so sudden it caught her by surprise. Their teeth hit together
before he shifted – pushing his hardness against her sex.

His
rough kisses pinned her to futon. His awkward touches became more pliant and
certain as he followed the lead of the kisses she pressed back against his
mouth.

Eager
clashes of lips became long, heated open-mouthed kisses that made them
breathless and lightheaded. Renji grunted into her mouth as her fingertips ran
over his nipple, teasing the little bud to stiffness. Red hair brushed her face
as he gulped in air and dropped his face into her neck.

Renji’s lips
pressed against her skin. Rukia choked as he drew his
back and forward again in a liquid, circular motion that pushed him tightly
between her thighs. It didn’t feel bad at all…it tingled and made her slippery
and she wondered if it would feel better if he was closer. Rukia
hesitated. She lifted her legs enough to hook them around his waist, finding
his skin as damp as hers.

Renji
ground his hips up against her. He grinned when Rukia
grabbed his biceps and hissed. She felt a hand moving between their chests, his
body shifting aside to accommodate its path.

His
fumbling but no-less searing fingers traced the soft skin of her breast and
circled the pebbled areola. He looked down and licked his lips as he watched
his fingers move ever closer to but just avoiding the dark, hardened nipples.

Rukia
swallowed down harsh breaths, a slow rhythmic grinding beginning between their
hips as his thumb brushed over the hardened peak. She felt his slightly
sweat-streaked forehead fall against her temple as he grasped a breast in his
palm. With a growl, Renji squeezed the mound in his fingers, nuzzling his lips
against her cheek and jaw while his crimson hair ticked her lips and forehead.

His
mouth grazed over her – from her face to the skin of her throat and Rukia’s fingers curled against his chest as shudders shot
through her body. She tightened her legs about him when they began to slip, her
skin forcing his hakama to fall dangerously low.

Pressing
her mouth against his shoulder, she marvelled not for the first time just how right this felt and raked her
fingernails over the firm flesh of his back and lower...following the faint
bumps of his spine as his hand continued to compulsively open and close around
her breast, squeezing and rubbing.

Rukia’s
hand hesitated before it bypassed her limbs and slipped over the curve of his
bare ass, moving her mouth to his to swallow his gasp. Renji pushed back into
her kiss, his ass clenching beneath her touches and his hips pushing against
her, rubbing his shaft against her belly.

He
broke away, his body heaving with the effort to draw breath. Red and purple
clashed – and not for the first time, both wondered just what they were doing
and what it meant.

Rukia’s
hands moved back to his biceps, feeling the muscles tight and thick beneath the
tattooed skin. Her thumb rubbed designs into the insides of his arms. Her eyes
drank in the way his hair had become plastered to his forehead and his full
lips were fuller – swollen, and
bruised and moist.

She
jumped when she felt large fingers slipping between their bodies to the patch
of dark curls between her thighs. Renji grazed over her entrance, his
fingertips becoming slick from one rub. Rukia began
to shake – her nervousness returning threefold.

Renji
frowned – suddenly looking unsure himself. She clenched her jaw, ashamed by her
own virginal shyness but so very, very fearful at the same time.

Everything was changing.

His
fingers were there still – probing gently, and Rukia
whimpered. He traced the line of her folds, feather-light and tormenting. It was
embarrassing, him touching her there – especially when she was so wet, and –

Oh.

Renji
pressed a finger into her, his thumb moving to rub the little bump within her
folds that made her darkened eyes slip shut and her body writhe in slow, sensual
movements. Maybe…maybe this wasn’t so bad after all. It felt…awkward, but
maybe…

He
pushed his digit in and out of her passage. Renji watched her – constantly
gauging his actions by her responses. His other hand still cupped her small
breast, the grasp tightening as his lips fell apart to draw in a heated breath.
Her hips arched up, her inner muscles sucking him in. She groaned when he
pushed another finger in until knuckles were pressed against her swollen folds.

Rukia,
sensing he wouldn’t go in her any further, closed her fingers around his wrist.
She wasn’t sure she would ever live it down after this but the unnameable need
she felt overrode her shyness and the stunned look on his face.

She
began to guide his movements, helping him slide the fingers out, and then push
them back in again. It was torturous – nowhere near enough but at the same time
so promising that she was pushing back against the digits.

Renji
began to pump his fingers in and out of her by himself, feeling more thick
moisture flowing to aid his passage. He rubbed his thumb over her hardened nub and
Rukia moaned.

His
touches within her sex awakened her hips into a deep rolling motion. She moaned
again – louder this time, and saw Renji dart a worried glance over his
shoulder, no doubt wondering if Byakuya was around.

She
didn’t care at the moment.

Rukia
rocked her pelvis, encouraging him to experiment with his touches – scissoring
his fingers within her one moment, curling them the next. His thrusting became
deeper and rougher with every new try and her moans and grunts rose in volume
with the pressure, her breasts jarring with the pumping of her hips against his
hand.

Renji’s
slick juice-coated thumb ground down on the little nub inside her, pressing
against it and rubbing it in erratic motions that made her arch and frantically
suck breath in through her nose.

God,
he felt good. How she’d gone for so long without this was a mystery to her. She
could feel that little spark, the beginning of the explosion Matsumoto had told
her about, starting up within her belly. It made his touches somewhat
uncomfortable – like he was going to trigger her bladder and make her do
something embarrassing.

“Renji…”
she frowned, shifting her hips against his hand. Was this normal? She felt like she needed to…

“Bear
with it,” he ground out, his fingers expertly playing her sex. He swallowed her
protests with his mouth, pushing his tongue against hers in time with his
pumping.

Rukia
panicked. What if she really did need to go – she couldn’t let that happen? She
whimpered against his mouth, trying to draw back and warn him. Renji broke the
kiss, breathing heavily, and looked down at her with hooded eyes. “It’s normal
– trust me,” he panted.

It
was getting closer. A coiling feeling low in her stomach.
It built at a frightening rate, making her want it and want to cry all at once.
She couldn’t help her frantic motions, drawing her legs up and trying to curl
into herself as it began to wash over her –

“Sorry,”
he grunted, and his fingers were wrenched from her. Rukia
cried out, feeling doused with cold water. Renji shifted around, and she shook
when she felt the material of his hakama slip away
until her thighs were pressed against bare, hot skin.

“What…”
Her eyes widened when she felt something pressing against her folds. Her
muscles seized and went into rigor, the instinct to scramble away
becoming overwhelming.

“If
I go fast it might not hurt so much,” Renji said, strained.

“Th-that’s what you said when I got that splinter.”

He
grinned. “Did I lie?”

“Yes,”
she mumbled. She took a deep breath and held onto his arms. “…do it fast, Ren – OW!”

She
felt like she was being torn apart. It was uncomfortable and claustrophobic and really, really weird. “NGH! RENJI!” She swung a slap at
him that missed completely as she frantically tried to adjust to the invasion.

“I
did what you said,” he protested, breathing quickly. His hips shook against
hers and she winced, grabbing his rear in an attempt to keep him still.

“You
didn’t even let me finish,” she gasped out.

“Why
waste time? I might have gone soft on ya or
something,” he kissed her throat. “That would’ve been too embarrassing.” His
thumb brushed a tear away from the corner of her eye. “Ya
okay, Rukia?”

“It
hurts,” she breathed.

“I…I
can wait.”

She
snorted. “Said with such conviction.”

“I
was convicted! I can wait.”

God, how weird that they were talking like this with
his cock so deep inside her.

“So
you don’t mind if we wait a while?”

Renji
hesitated, his lips hovering over hers. “How long would ‘a while’ be?”

“I’m
not sure…”

“Rukia…”

“I
might just wait for a few minutes until – ”

“It’ll
fade quicker if I move,” Renji cut in. Rukia cocked a
brow at him and shook her head.

He
braced himself over her, the air cooling the dampness on their skin that their
closeness had generated. His hair fell around her like a canopy and Rukia twisted some of it around her finger, holding onto
his side with her other hand as he began to withdraw.

She
squeezed her eyes shut. It hurt even more like that – like he was pulling some
sort of plug and her insides were slipping out. She fought the urge to wriggle
and looked up at him.

She’d
never seen Renji concentrate so hard. His body was covered in a fine sheen of
sweat and his eyes were closed, a tense look on his face as he withdrew from
her to the very tip –

He
sank back into her in a smooth motion and she grunted. Her nails dug into his
skin, the finger twisted in his hair tugging a little before falling free to
grip at the futon. He began to thrust, pulling in air through his parted lips.
It hurt…it was getting less but it still hurt, but Renji…

He
looked like he was really enjoying himself.

“I
think I need to go to the toilet,” Rukia mumbled, her
voice shaking when a harder thrust jarred her body.

“’S
normal…” he slurred, his heavy-lidded eyes cracking open to look at her. She felt one of his hands
moving down her side – the calloused palm grazing her skin as he slid it over
her hip and moved it down towards where they were joined.

Renji
picked up speed, their bodies rocking together in a dance-like tandem. Rukia screwed her eyes shut as she once again felt his
finger nudging against her hardened bud, somehow moving between them to rub her
back into discomfort and breathlessness.

The
sound of skin on skin filled the room, interrupted only by their breathing. Renji’s touches and the drugging kisses he pressed to her
lips were healing the pain of being stretched. His every thrust was still
hindered by the tightness of her walls but the moment – something about the
moment made any physical problems fade into the background.

Why
hadn’t they done this before?

It
was happening again – that coiling feeling. He rubbed at the bundle of nerves
within her without mercy, watching her face. She figured he was trying to see
if it felt good but, it just felt odd – like something was building up and it’d
leave her slick and with cramps.

She
pushed back against him, mumbling incoherent things against his lips. It was
getting a little sore now but that liquid thing was almost upon her – if he
just kept going like that, then maybe –

Rukia
bucked. The motion almost threw his finger off but Renji held firm, a quick
smile flicking over his lips as he pushed his digits against her –

Her
body shook as something…something burst.
Tickles and coiling sprang into heat and fire and Rukia
bowed beneath him, crying out. She wanted to knock his fingers away because
they were prolonging it and god she was so sensitive – she wasn’t sure she
could hold out, not anymore –

Renji
stilled, rumbling deep in his throat and Rukia felt
something odd within her core before he slumped, falling completely on top of
her. She stroked his sweaty back, his clean vanilla smell so strong now that it
even overpowered the scent of sex and sweat.

Was
that what Matsumoto raved about? It was okay, she guessed. But…it was only okay
because of who it had been to show her. And maybe it would only get better
after her first time, if he was willing to show her again.

“Renji?”

From somewhere at her neck. “Mmmm?”

“You’re
heavy.”

He
groaned. “Can’t…move right now. Give me a sec, eh?”

Rukia
wondered if it was childish that she felt proud at his exhaustion.

“I
can do without breathing for a second,” she agreed, flicking some of his hair
out of her face. “Hey…Renji?”

“Mm?”

“Am
I going to have to wait a long time?”

The
silence seemed to take hours. Rukia exhaled shakily,
staring up at the ceiling. Her whole body felt hot, sticky, and uncomfortable
and for a moment, it was easy to pretend that Renji was a part of her – another
hot, heavy extension of her.

“Nah,”
he said. “Not long at all.”
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