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Conquering Rangiku	By : bandgirlz Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 4325 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Conquering Rangiku
He pulled her into his lap, tugged her uniform apart until her barely-held breasts spilled out. He thrust a hand past the ties of her obi to stroke that special place between her legs. The other hand toyed and tortured her left nipple while his mouth sucked the right into the hot, wet cavern of his mouth.
It felt so good. She moaned, glancing up at him, needing to share her pleasure with her taichou.
But it wasn’t him. It was some stranger with satisfaction in his eyes. Mockery. She realized he was fully-clothed as she lay writhing in his lap.
She’d never felt so cheap. She slapped him, jumped off of his lap, and ran away, pulling her uniform around her as tightly as possible.
She never thought he, of all men, would treat her like an object.
Then her actions hit her, and she fell to her knees in the hallway. She’d slapped her taichou. How could she have been so stupid? He could throw her in prison for this, take away her position . . . order her to let him pick up where he’d left off.
He found her huddled up on the floor, arms hugging her knees to her chest.
“Matsumoto?”
She had tears in her eyes when she looked up at him. “Go away!”
“Not until you tell me what’s wrong,” he said, placing a hand on her shoulder. She flinched and wrapped her parted uniform around her more closely.
“I’m sorry I slapped you,” she said stiffly. “I’ll accept whatever punishment you think is appropriate.”
“Why did you?” he asked, ignoring the last part of her statement.
She just shook her head. He sat down next to her. “I thought you could tell me anything.”
“That depends on who you are,” she replied finally. “My taichou or that other guy.”
“I’m me,” he said ambiguously. It wasn’t that simple. He was part of both, and neither.
“Are you? I’m not sure I know who you are any more! I didn’t think you would ever—could ever—treat me like that!”
“Like a woman?”
“Like an object! Like a toy! Something to mock!” The tears were running down her cheeks now.
“Rangiku,” he whispered.
“How could I have been so stupid? I thought you actually liked me, but you were just playing with me, just using me to prove a point. So you can turn me on, well, duh! You’ve been turning me on for years!”
“How the hell did you come to the conclusion I was mocking you?”
“I saw the look in your eyes! You looked like a conqueror!”
“Well, excuse me for—”
Suddenly they heard footsteps coming down the hallway. Rangiku looked down at her gaping uniform and looked at him with stricken eyes.
He stood, unlocking the door they were right next to.
“Your rooms?” she scoffed.
“You’re the one who stopped right in front of them. C’mon.”
She gave him an uncertain look.
“When did you stop trusting me?”
Sighing, she followed him in, just as the voices in the hallway got louder.
He wrapped her in a blanket, made her a cup of tea, sat across her with perplexed but patient eyes. This was the taichou she knew, the one she trusted with her life—and her body.
She stared at the books on the shelves, the pictures on the wall, everywhere but at him. She just felt so stupid. Everything she’d done since she’d entered the office, and hugged him like she always did, and he’d . . . responded . . . , well, all of it had been stupid. If she could just go back to an hour ago, make sure it never happened, she would. But life didn’t work that way.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he prompted eventually.
No. “Why?” she asked instead, needing to know. Why had he responded? Why had he changed? She hadn’t done anything different from normal; she always buried his face in her chest. He usually struggled and yelled and tried to get free. He didn’t . . . start kissing her breasts, stroking her hair, removing her clothes. What changed?
He sighed, his turn to look uncomfortable. “I heard you talking about the ‘boy-taichou’!”
“What does Ichigo have to do with this?
“I—Ichigo?
She had a moment of realization. “You heard me talking to Nanao about Ichigo and how he needed to man up, and you thought we were talking about you, didn’t you.”
“Well—”
“This is why you shouldn’t eavesdrop on someone else’s conversation!”
“But—”
“You thought I wanted you to act more adult, be more forceful and dangerous?”
He nodded. “I thought you said that’s what women want.”
She laughed. “Women like Rukia, taichou!”
“Not women like you?”
“Nope.”
“Then what do women like you like?”
“Kind, grumpy, powerful men that work too hard, take life too seriously, can be delightfully sarcastic, and always make me feel safe.”
His face fell. “Who—”
“You, you idiot! Did you miss the part where I said you’ve turned me on for years?”
“Rangiku,” he said, hugging her to him. He stroked the hair out of her eyes. “I promise I’ll always try to make you feel safe. But I didn’t completely make up this ‘other guy’ as you call him. I just let some of my inhibitions go. That was me, too.”
She shook her head. “It couldn’t be. You wouldn’t treat me like that.”
“Like what? Like something precious and fascinating and beautiful beyond words in my arms?”
“You wouldn’t look at me like that.”
He turned her face to his. “Like what? Like this?” He gave her that intense look again.
She flinched.
“What do you see?” He sounded curious, if not shocked.
“Mockery.”
He shook his head. “Look deeper.”
She did, and realized that what she’d mistaken for mockery was actually pride. Amusement, yes, but also desire, caring . . . love?
“You love me,” she whispered.
“I worship you.”
“Oh.” She was overcome. “I love you, too.”
“I know.”
He captured her lips in a kiss.
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