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Points of Contact	By : TheresMoneyInThis Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 1360 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Points of Contact
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A/N: Hmm another Guilty Pleasure kind of deal. If I had to line up my couples, it would be Szayel/Nemu first and the Soifon/Tousen second. Oddly enough, it started out as a joke and then I took it a bit seriously; funny thing too, I wasn't even a big fan of Soifon and then for some reason this couple turned me around on that judgment. Anyways, a bit of a longer story piece than I was intending but I felt like there needed to be a massive lead up and explanation into the couple first.

A heavy scoff escaped her partly battered lips as the rough hand clamped around her arm continued to tightened its grip every now and again as though to remind her of its presence there. Her own hands were pulled tightly behind her and tied with a thick material that seemed foreign to her; whenever she tried to fight its strength with her own, the battle only ended in its favor instead of her own- which was the more annoying aspect of it. The fact that it felt as though it was nearly cutting circulation to her fingertips was yet another to list. The overall fact that her hands were tied behind her made the slight drag even more complicated and forced her to walk at a slight angle to keep up with the man's much longer gait.
There was an increasing temptation to unleash everything that came to mind at him but she kept herself in check- for now anyways. A light click of her tongue followed in agitation as he shifted their direction down another, adjacent corridor and continued to drag her with him. Where the hell was he exactly taking her anyways? She would've much preferred to stay in the prison cells rather than to aimlessly waste her time wondering throughout these senseless and barren hallways. However, it seemed that as soon as the thought crossed her mind, he paused just long enough to shove aside a door to their left and pulled her in after him.
"I'm not even going to ask why you're here."
The words coursed harshly to her attention and she felt that same anger before boil so heavily in her chest it seemed to share the means to suffocate her; to share the means to starve her lungs of the much needed oxygen. She would hold no promises in keeping it under control this time completely but a sharp inhale of breath seemed to do her some good- a very minor amount of good though. "What am I here? I would ask you the same goddamn thing if I actually gave a shit about your answer."
She watched as the muscles in his arms and back tensed at the words before he seemingly just let the matter go; allowing for those same muscles to fall back into the fit smoothness that shaped out his dark skin. A slow pace turn had him facing back towards her and gave her the chance to get a full-glimpse of the man she had once known as a fellow Shinigami; a fellow Captain at that as well. Those colorless eyes that had been an unwanted signature look of his were more visible now as a clear, visor-like piece of eye-ware crossed over them; she had to admit they looked far better than the white pair he had before during his 'Society' times... those ones she always gave him hell about with how ridiculous they looked. Not to say that this new look was much further from that same statement. The white uniform that now dressed his form was near revolting but she made the unnecessary mental note that it seemed to be brought out in greater contrast when pressed against his black skin; the uniform was fairly... tight-fitting and seemed to go out of its way to cling to his broad chest and showcase the bareness of his even broader shoulders; there was the near perfect arc of his biceps that had always seemed to be the best feature of his body and they lead flawlessly into his muscular arms and strong hands. The signature, dark-purple dreads that she also equally scolded him about were pulled loose from their normal pulled back style; allowing for the long strands to fall casually over his shoulders and drape partly to his chest.
She took note of the lingering tension in his expression before that too seemed to melt away to a more calming facial composition. He always had a way of keeping himself in check, much like she could but... that only meant that one of them was bound to erupt within the hour.
"Soifon-"
"Don't even say my name like you could still relate to me, Kaname." she interrupted crudely; watching as she slowly worked herself further and further underneath his skin.
There was that rather... crude, overwhelming need to strike the woman but he easily strained the unnecessary action; keeping himself in strict check around her... knowing well that doing so would only drive her mad. There were a lot of questions to ask in why the Second Division Captain was even here in the first place or how the roaming guards outside had managed to catch her; he wasn't exactly sure if he wanted to know how she became overthrown and locked away in one of Los Noches' many underground prisons; he didn't even want to think about what would've happened had he not been able to interfere... If either Aizen or Gin caught wind of this... he didn't even want to think of the matter that would follow. In all honesty, he wasn't even entirely sure as to why he chose to bring her here in the first place; why he even chose to interfere with the prison exchange.
But he did.
And there was no going back now.
The short year that had separated their joined presences showed little change when it came to her. She no doubtingly still donned her white Captain's jacket that seemed far too large on her small frame- at this point it was more than likely slightly damaged from her encounter with the guards. More than likely, she kept with the bounded braids that were almost longer than she was tall, with the same golden rings at the end that released a light metallic melody whenever she walked. Even now, he imagined that she carried that deep, wrinkle across her brow and the scrunched wrinkles on her nose that she made whenever she was irritated; her dark eyes narrowed and that trademark sneer that seemed to live solely on her lips.
"What exactly has changed about you? You're still as conceited and heartless as before."
She made a motion forward but managed to restrain herself once again from trying anything further. Her arms may be bound but that wasn't going to stop her from doing any type of damage or physical harm if needed be- and seeing how this conversation was going, someone was going to get hurt eventually. "I'd much rather be conceited and 'heartless' than deal with the act of turning my back on my own damn Society. At least then, I have a good reason for my actions; I hate to see what yours are."
"And reasoning was never your strong point." he remarked.
Her tongue clicked harshly once more against the roof of her mouth. "You know what... I think I'd much rather bear my chances in that 'prison' of yours than stand here and deal with you; at least there I can get some peace and quiet."
"Do you even know how lucky you are that I found you before you had to actually stay down there?" he questioned.
"Well let me stand here and count all the ways. The fact that I'm even here with you in the first place makes me reconsider that luck; I keep telling myself that I'm really just screwed." she spat. "I put myself through far too many torture routines for there to even be a technique that I don't already have experience with."
"I don't know if you've simply forgotten or perhaps you've just bypassed the fact but the people here don't even have hearts; the thought of mercy doesn't even cross them. Not to mention that there are some people here who do actually recognize you and they wouldn't pass up the chance to take advantage of this."
"Oh, you mean people like you, right?" she scoffed quietly.
He took a moment to calm himself as he brought his arms up to cross over his chest. "Do you think I actually brought you here because it 'seemed' like a good idea?"
"So what? You brought me here to 'protect' me then?" she questioned with a heavy tone of bitter sarcasm. She waited for his response only to watch as he seemed to have been caught off-guard by her remark and... yet made no move to object to it. The longer she waited only seemed to make the matter worse as the answer eventually seeped its way to her through the silence. Her tension expression loosened for a moment before she let the full affect of the answer completely dawn on her; allowing for her features to tighten once more. "You... you sonvabitch."
"I-"
"Does it look like I would ever need your protection? I would much rather kill myself than lower myself into accepting help from someone like you."
Her energy levels were raising with every sharp word as her anger was willingly spilling over- no doubt mixed with her sheer frustration over this entire situation. There was no sense in even trying to talk over her at this point; she wouldn't so much as allow someone even a word when she was in the midst of such an outburst.
He only shook his head and moved to simply step around her; walking back towards the door behind them.
"And just where the hell are you going?" she snapped as she turned back to watch him.
"I have a few other things I need to tend to right now; so I'll wait for you to get your head back on straight and clear you mind." he called back to her as he pulled the door open and stepped back out into the corridor.
"You better not-" she started; only to watch as he pulled the door tightly closed behind him. An irritated groan furthered her horrible mood as she listened to the brief click of the door locking from the outside soon after- that only proved that he did in fact interrupt her and walk away in the midst of her cruel words. "Stupid bastard."

"Are you calm now?"
The question almost seemed to come to her with a sense of hilarity as her slender form almost felt overwhelmed by the thick cushions of the white couch beneath her; the furniture piece was a little stiff and seemed reluctant to accommodate her weight. Her dark eyes looked over the sheer destruction she had made of the room around her; the few pieces of decorations that had been placed to lively up the place- which they failed in doing so- were no scattered across the floor in broken shards and cracked frames. The hand-carved chair that had once rested in the corner now laid in the middle of the floor with all legs and arms broken off from it; leaving it as nothing more than a paraplegic piece of wood; she had managed to tear the white covering from it until only the bare, shattered skeleton remained. How she exactly managed to pull off such a feat without the use of her hands still puzzled even her- but after such a central eruption of rage, anything was possible.
"Calm would be an odd and ill-fitting word to use, but you go right on ahead; in actuality, I might have tired myself out a bit from the exercise, if that makes you feel any better."
"Not entirely, but I'll blame your earlier scuffle with the guards for tiring you out so easily." he replied as he carefully stepped his way across the room; there was a clear sense of destruction in the place which was only because of her lingering outburst. But her energy levels had settled back down to a reasonable point and her tone hinted that she had calmed down significantly compared to her attitude before. He should be glad this room was set so far from the other wings or else someone would have caught wind of her energy by now; although he had made sure to have the room ultimately blockade of any kind of Reiatsu reading from the outside.
As long as she was calmer though... the pieces she had destroyed could be replaced later.
"Can we talk now?"
"I had no problem talking with you before." she reminded as she propped her feet up on the arm of the couch on the other end. "If I recall correctly, you're the one who left."
"For good reasons but you wouldn't want to listen to them." he remarked as he crossed his arms over his chest once more. "I know you see it as an insult but... choose to believe this or not, I still hold some respect to you; I think I would have enough respect that... I couldn't stand aside and let someone take advantage of this unfortunate situation."
She refused to even look in his direction and probably wouldn't even have been listening either if there had been something interesting in the room she could've put her focus on. But alas... most of it was just broken, shattered remains that had resulted from her fit of rage earlier- there were no regrets in it though.
A long, harsh sigh pushed itself from her lips as she pushed her form further into the couch; digging her shoulders into the pillows. "Tell me then... were you just waiting to take advantage of this situation for yourself then?"
"Don't think so highly of yourself."
"Tsk, I'm sure you weren't thinking that a year ago."
He shook his head and tried to restrain himself but failed in doing so. "Possibly not, but that was the first thing you said to me the morning after."
She herself seemed to be holding something back but just a soft, barely audible chuckle left her lips at the words. "Well shit, I must've been more hammered than I thought." she shrugged lightly. "One minute I was criticizing everything you said and then the next... I don't really recall; the memories are still blurry." there was a light pause in her words as she felt herself kind of stream backwards through a showcase of memories- or at least the ones that were still intact. "Why the hell did we think it was a smart idea to allow Captain Shunsui to host one of the Captain parties?"
"Because if it had been you, no one would've showed up."
"And if it was you- well you probably wouldn't have noticed anyone anyways." she muttered in response as her eyes drifted around the room once more. Nothing had changed from the last time she looked but hell it was better than just sitting here to stare at the wall. "This place is absolutely shitty and ridiculous, I just thought you'd want to know that."
This was her normal reaction which he had braced himself for and if anything, she had been doing a decent restrain on herself so far though- which was impressive. "How did you get stuck here anyways? It's not like the guards would have been able to catch up to you so easily."
She wrinkled her nose slightly and clicked her tongue in agitation. "You can thank my fatass Lieutenant for that. That is the last time I ever give a shit about whether he's going to live or not; when I see that fatass again, he's going to wish I had been killed."
"I'm not surprised by that response at all."
A faint sigh escaped her as she crossed her ankles briefly and tried to make the couch seem a least somewhat enjoyable. As much as she despised talking to him at the moment... there was really nothing else available for her to do and frankly to say... there was something that had been on her chest for awhile now and she needed to let it go. "Do you even remember that night? The only thing I can vaguely recall is everyone drinking far too much during the festivities and how the next morning was nothing more than regrets and surprises. People were waking up next to people they didn't want to see and there was some kind of traffic as everyone tried to sneak out before their bedmate became conscious. Everyone tried to play it off and act casual but there was no denying the large amount of shameful walking that came with the play. But, you know, who could deny that most of us had spent the entire night drinking and having drunk sex with whoever was available." there was another pause as she shifted her body downward a bit more into the couch to find a more suitable spot. "... I remember waking up next to you and... for the oddest reasons my first reaction wasn't to bolt out as quickly as I could without waking you. No, for some reason, I wanted to see what your reaction would be so I stayed and I waited. It took about an hour or so before you actually started to come to and I pretended to be in some kind of alcohol-induced coma and I waited to see what you would do... And the first thing you did was... lean over and kiss me."
"And your response to that was punching me."
"How the hell was I supposed to know that you were going to do that? You caught me off-guard." she snorted lightly. "I don't even know why-"
"Regardless of what you think, I'm not stupid." he interrupted. "... I knew you were awake, I had actually known for quite awhile and I figured since you weren't one of the many who were up and out the door to get away... I figured you wanted a reaction, so I gave you one."
"And... I think I responded appropriately to it."
"Of course you would say something like that."
She tried not to seem interested in his movement but found herself watching him as he carefully made his way across the room; somehow he managed to avoid a majority of the destruction and broken pieces, as well as seemingly take extra steps to keep a large amount of space between them. It was curious to see where he was going, only out of her sheer boredom, as he made it to the other end of the room across from her and slid open one of the wall panels; revealing another room on the other side. Somehow, she managed to overlook that door, which was new and slightly irritating to her to say the least. "Anything else in there for me to break?" she questioned half-casually.
"No, not unless you want to break my bed." he called back to her as he stepped out of her line of sight. "Again."
Jeez, break one bed by accident and it just sticks with you.
Lifting herself from the stiff cushions, she slowly swung her legs over the edge of the couch and pushed herself to her feet; stretching just slightly to relieve the tension in her spine before she moved to investigate the new room. If she had nothing else to do then she might as well try to use her time as wisely as she possibly could. The bedroom was really quite bland with only a massive-sized bed centered off against the far wall; no other set of furniture marked the room except for maybe a rug but that was about it. Off in another corner was another partly cracked door, which is where she assumed he was- it looked like some kind of closet of some sort.
"So now what? Do we just sit here and mindlessly talk like this whole situation isn't happening?"
"You can sit if you want, I'm more partial to standing."
"And here I thought you enjoyed being on your back more." she muttered to herself as she walked around the room for a bit more before she finally decided to settle on one corner of the bed; taking note that it didn't squeak beneath her weight- not that she entirely weighed that much anyways. "How exactly is it that my energy isn't causing some kind of chaos around here?"
"Because I fortified the structure of this room and made sure that regardless of where one stood within the building, this place wouldn't be able to be read from the outside; I was only trying it out to see if it would work and apparently it does- how fortunate."
She glanced over slightly and watched as he stepped out of the room and slid the door closed behind him. "So, if I just ignited all my energy at once, no one would be able to read it?"
"I never said that there wasn't a limit on the fortification." he replied. "There's a good chance it would break upon such release of energy."
A brief frown caught up to her once more. "Is that what it's going to take to get me out of these ropes?"
"No, those are fortified just the same to reject your energy type- well technically any Shinigami energy type to be exact. If you want out of them, you'll have to get outside help for it."
"Then what's it going to take to get you to untie them for me?"
"An unwise decision on my part." he answered. "Not only is it unsafe at this current moment to allow you to be free, it'd be much easier to control the situation without much physical conflict from you; not to mention, you'd kill me the first chance your hands were free."
She wasn't going to lie and say that wasn't true- because given the chance, she probably would snap his neck the first moment it was available to her. A brief sigh escaped her as she rolled her shoulders back to try and even out the tension that stiffened her muscles. "How long will I have to wait here then?"
He took a moment to run through the calculations himself before giving her an answer. "At most, probably two or three hours; that's when a majority of the palace will be fairly emptied and everyone will have returned to their rooms- not to mention, both Aizen and Gin had planned to leave around that time."
"Where do they think they're going?"
"Why do you ask that like I really care much for the matter?"
"Because..." she started only to soon realize that she didn't really have much to go from there; she supposed she had assumed that with their departure... they all shared similar reasons for such but... perhaps she was wrong. She didn't care enough on the matter to bother questioning it further. "So then I'm supposed to waste that amount of time in here? Doing nothing?"
"I'd offer to keep you company but I'd much rather not."
She snorted lightly at the remark and leaned back to ease out her spine some now. She stayed as such for a moment before she pushed herself back to her feet and moved to walk around once more. "Well I have a few ideas to pass around for the time, but I don't think you'd find much fun in either of those choices."
"Well I'd imagine that most of those choices would consist of either destroying more things or annoying me beyond reasonable return." he answered. "So yeah, I wouldn't really find much 'interest' in either of those two options."
"Seeing as despite these near 'impossible' restrains, this energy-confining room and the freedom of the next few hours, you still resist the temptation of taking advantage; so three of my options are already out the window, and that leaves the ball in your court."
"Soifon, that's not funny-"
"So you're just going to deny it then? You didn't feel anything from that encounter?" she questioned; watching as he seemed to be in the process of replying before he stopped himself. She had to admit, she found the reaction almost humorous at least as a short chuckle escaped her. "Fuck it, that whole request thing probably made this capture seem intentional. I just figured I'd make the most of my time while I was stuck here."
He tried to make a clear comprehension of her words- at least hoping there had been another meaning in them, but it seemed like there wasn't. She had meant what she said and had been clear about her intent with her words; there was no second guessing them... and while there was that temptation to follow her with them, he tried not to let himself fall into it. Although it was becoming more and more difficult to do so. "That's not it. I mean, I still vaguely remember you punching me and the way you screamed my name."
"What? Fuck you, you never made me scream your name." she retorted quickly.
"Oh believe me, you did."
She took sharp notice of the small, just barely noticeable upward turn at the corner of his lips; she hardly believed his words. "Prove it."
"I am not playing this game with you."
"Because you can't; don't worry, not all guys can keep up." she snorted lightly; watching as the response seemed to further his irritation with her.
He shook his head before he walked over to where she was standing; almost feeling that near grin of satisfaction that she always carried when she successfully managed to push his nerves. Her energy escaped in brief waves that echoed back and forth throughout the room before they returned to her; he could feel the way she seemed to briefly balance on the edge of calmness- as though she was treating this entire thing as a mere joke. And knowing her, she was; she never took anything serious because she held herself in such high regard- she was above threats and serious situations. She didn't care if anyone found out about her presence here; she didn't care if either Aizen or Gin knew about her; she didn't care about what they would do to her given the chance and obvious advantage... She just couldn't bring herself to give regard to anyone else who was below her.
And yet, the thought of someone doing something to her nearly made him a wreck; it left a cold, stuttering feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Hands moved to touch at her shoulders; feeling the way they seemed to tense beneath him as she rolled them back slightly. At first there was the worry that it may seem like it was giving off the wrong impression, that he was actually falling into her plan... but then he soon realized that he didn't really care for the matter.
She would mark it up as a minor victory in the struggle that continued on between them. And he supposed he would just have to let her have this one.
The heat and pressure of his lips against her own seemed to slowly settle out the tension that had been ever-forming the moment the two had ran into one another hours before; and yet, it gave flame to a new tension that began to churn in the lower half of her abdomen. The touch and soft contact of his hands as they moved from her shoulders to her jawline only solidified her victory; the bittersweet taste of his tongue against her own put in the last nail that would close the door behind her and open plenty more in front. It was a rush of different senses that erupted outward in a hurry to taste every movement and to feel every harsh gasp that moved from their lungs and fought to escape from hard-pressed lips. She could feel the slight tug that pulled her up just enough to create a middle-ground between them as he leaned down to meet her. The break in the embrace came from his motives as he seemed to pull away only due to his own dislike of the situation.
"You have to finish what you start."
"This is out of context-"
"It doesn't matter."
She wasn't entirely the best at persuading; her main power was in threats and using physical violence to possibly 'persuade' people- not using dialogue and language to do so. And yet, that's all that seemed to matter. Or at least, it worked in this instance.
All it took was for them to throw away everything from before, everything that was going on currently and disregard anything that would erupt in the future; all there was to focus on was this- to focus on just them and the physical qualities that drew them in to one another.
Her breathing picked up as he pushed her back into the soft mattress of the bed from before; the extra weight of his body on top of her own seemed to be enough to garner a small squeal from the material. There was a sense of painful collision as they worked themselves back into the earlier embrace; grabbing and bruising lips as the simple kiss seemed to transform into something more suiting for them, something more violent. It was an overwhelming, erotic sensation of his hands pressed so heavily down on her; of his tongue as it moved against her own and seemed far more focused on her overall taste instead. It was enough of a sensation to force a low moan to escape the back of her throat as she leaned almost too eagerly upward to greet him and draw him into that same euphoric state; tasting the same bitterness that seemed to create that connection between them.
That one simple motion was all it took to send her back to that drunken night.
Somewhere, her blurred state of memories came together just long enough to recall a moment that seemed to mirror this one. His body on top of her own with their lips merged together in one passionate embrace; her fingers tangled in his hair while his hands pinned her down against the bed beneath them; she couldn't even recall them removing their clothes but the next memory was the clash of their bodies entangled with one another as the rhythmic motions between them seemed to fail to cure their sexual appetite for more.
But now she could feel his hands slowly start to run over the front of her black uniform; intensifying the already tense nerves that lingered beneath the material. Just the light tug of his fingers as they pulled the fabric free from her white sash seemed to draw another moan from her- at this point she couldn't tell if it was merely a sign of weakness or her reoccurring need for physical attention like this. He slowly peeled the material aside and revealed the pale, hardened skin underneath the cover that was just faintly stained with the marks of former battles and the cruel tips of opposing weapons. His skin moved to touch and caress her own as he pressed against her abdomen and felt the faint flex of her muscles beneath fingertips; her own fingers twitching near helplessly beneath her as the binds continued to hold them back. The brief sense of a soft gasp might've been just a side effect of the ongoing embrace that broke now and again for air, or maybe it was a reaction to the way her uniform folded beneath his hands as it was pushed up to expose her open torso; revealing the soft tissue of her small breasts and the gentle peak of her pale nipples that he so purposely skimmed across to gain that small shudder down her spine. There was that tingling sensation at the thought of having his strong hands pressed against her smaller breasts only to have him bypass them as he moved to stroke the outline of her abs instead; the thought was still enough to present ever-wanting anticipation that ran hot blood through her body as it circulated down and settled in her loins.
Maybe that was just from the combination of his coarse tongue against her own and his fingers as they prodded and pressed into her abdominal muscles, or maybe just the overbalanced blood flow- it just felt like her loins were suddenly twisted almost painfully as the sensation spread up into her gut. It was enough to convince a faint groan from her lips and into his own as he moved to stroke her entire abdomen with the flat of his palm; rubbing in against her abs and lower muscles as he applied just enough pressure to get a reaction. There was the constant changing in the amount of force and where it had been directly applied to as he moved from the middle of her stomach to her hips as he carefully applied rougher pressure techniques to guide them into a shift that seemed to further ignite the heat that continued to irk her.
Lips peeled away as faint remains of pants began to leave her at his touches; feeling the way he seemed to be using only his hands to slowly push her arousal and yet was still able to keep his touch to only her stomach. It seemed near damn well impossible but the way he navigated and pressured her muscles to tighten and relax slowly furthered the experience; it felt like things were grinding and tightening as the arousal pushed itself to the further brink of pain- and yet no amount of adjusting or shifting of her hips helped to calm the pounding of blood between her legs. The need for oxygen drew from deep in her lungs as though it would help to relieve the fire below; dissolving their mismatched embraces into more pants and gasps that drew from only her lips. It didn't take him long before he found a more suitable placement as he brushed his lips against the trembling of her throat.
She tilted her head further back against the pillow beneath to expose her neck as fingers moved to skim the sensitive flesh just above her sash; pressing down into the right areas to watch and listen to her moan as her lower body seemed to react more and more to the sinful pressured touches. Teeth pressed tightly into her lower lip as she was caught in whether to accept the tension or fight it instead- it felt like a losing battle already though as she felt herself being dragged closer and closer to her own edge. It was impossible to tell if it was just his technique or maybe she had been without physical contact for so long... it just made her body easier to please.
His hands slowly rocked her hips as he changed the pace of her drag; shifting her hips in one way to speed the tension and then adjusting them to slow it down once more. The results were a mix of half-groans and soft pants as her lower body continued to throb in full arousal and pumped with heated blood; she could already feel the warmth of fluids begin to escape her body and coat the thin fabric of her underwear with the clear film- the openness of her legs only seemed to encourage the behavior and the tightened sensation of the throbbing. It only took just one more combination of her abdomen and hips before her arousal gave in shamelessly and dragged her clean over the edge.
There were no exaggerated screams or even a faint yelp of pleasure.
A sharp inhale battered her bruised lips as the rush of the climax seemed to run straight to her heart as it spread across her lower body; her legs were lightly shaking in the aftermath as an exhale came out before a series of rushed pants followed close behind; the burst of heat from the climax left behind a numbing feeling to settle over her entire body. There was no way of denying the light sweat she had broken into, the slight shaking of her limbs or the open-mouth pants that shook her chest and vibrated in her throat.
She never could really understand how he managed to achieve such a feat without getting his hands into her pants but... damn, she always wanted him to do it again.
"Even after all this time... you can still pull that off." she panted lightly. "I'd almost consider that you've been practicing."
"Maybe I have." he replied into the shallow dip of her neck as hands moved to press themselves beneath her; pulling her more up against him now.
"That's disgusting."
He disregarded her remark for now and kept one hand on her lifted back as the other moved to discard her wasted uniform top; allowing for it to puddle around her bound wrists while leaving her torso completely exposed to the cool temperature of the room. "I had considered releasing your binds but now that you mention it, I probably won't; you're easier this way anyways."
A light shake of her head followed the dismissal of the uniform before she looked back to that slightly present expression of his; scowling lightly herself, she leaned in towards him instead- forcing the muscles of her back to pull slightly and press her weight down against her still tender nether regions. The curve of her lips met briefly with his own once more as they both seemed to tease one another with an open embrace. "I'm more fun with my hands free too."
"You make a delicate argument; I might consider it later."
"Oh, you suddenly go from hesitation to full consideration then?" she questioned before feeling the light capture of her chin in his hand as he pulled her forward enough to cease her words.
"This is why we only went to this level when we were intoxicated." he started. "Because you talk too much and I talk too much... and it never leaves much for this."
She took in the next embrace easily and almost enjoyed the heavy touch of his tongue too much; always moving and encouraging for a longer suffocation period as the mix of motions drew them in again and again but wasted more of the oxygen that fueled their lungs. There was a sharp gasp in release when their lips peeled away from once another; her skin shuddering as he took to her neck once more and trailed into the gaping dip of her nape. "Well at least one of us admits it." she muttered almost more to herself as she felt the soft contact of his touch as he moved lower to the flat of her sternum now. Part of her mind was still buzzy from the previous release and the hint of his lips against her skin wasn't entirely noted at first.
However the full contact of him against her nipple seemed to pull her from that faint daze; bringing her to a new rush of sensations as he wasted no time in easily conquering the small mammary. She shuddered briefly at the warm touch and the gentle motion he used to slowly harden the weak tissue; letting herself fall into the continuous cycle as his tongue moved back and forth against her. Fingers curled into her back and pulled her forward to press more harshly against her; listening to the sound of her quiet groans that could barely escape her. She was far more vocal now, which was surprising seeing as she was always much harder to please before; which meant she was either giving him sympathy or she was willing to settle for anything she could get- either or seemed like a decent choice.
She sometimes loved the new layer of fluid that was left to coat the hardened perk afterwards unless the brief escape of air from his lips moved to chill it and startle her nerves. He always did it to gain a reaction from her before he moved on to her other one; always gathering the different tastes from all over her.
She allowed for herself to fall back against his support and relax the muscles of her back in the motion; allowing for herself to be in his control just this one time. Her body ached completely for his touch and she hated with how weak it made her seem; had she really fallen for his physical touch that much to where she was that desperate for him? That desperate for anything that had to do with him? Impossible. Right?
The drop of his lips to the flat of her ribcage pulled her attention away for a moment before she felt the way he moved to put her body back against the mattress below; hands easing her down as he carefully waited for her to reposition herself before he leaned back in for her lips; feeling the brief moment where she threatened to deny him that before the attempt collapsed into an open-aired embrace regardless. Hands moved to caress her body once more as he skimmed down every inch of open flesh and teased the hardened tissue of her perks before fingertips continued downward. She arched and tensed beneath him; allowing a brief shudder as he touched at the sensitive strip of flesh above her waist once more; this time allowing for himself to un-tuck the white sash and tug it loose from her narrow hips- pulling it free enough to release the constricting hold it had on her uniform pants. Fingers played with the thin material as he pulled it from her waist enough to reveal the equally thin underwear underneath; pressing his fingertips against the front of her mound to listen to her greater moans and feel her body shift beneath him once more. She arched at the pull on her remaining uniform and felt the brisk chill of the room move to caress previously covered areas; allowing for a new sensation to spiral down her spine. There was a the brief tangle of fabric as the underwear was pulled down against her slim thighs to leave her body mostly nude to sight.
Although he always preferred touch for obvious reasons.
There was a slight hiss from behind her lips as she felt the slow caress of his fingers moving down against the split of her mound; eventually pushing through it to expose her already hardened organs to his touch.
She pushed herself up against him as he pressed into her already aroused organs; feeling the sheer spread of warm fluid that seemed to coat them. There was that brief pause in her breathing as it struggled to remain its course or speed up to keep in time with her heartbeat. There was the clear path of her clit that lead downward along its swollen tissue and almost seemed to suffocate the smaller hardened perk of her nub; a longer groan pressed itself free as he moved to stroke the already painfully aroused area with his fingertips- feeling the way her body arched up even further at the motion.
It was probably a juvenile act but she bit into her lower lip as he moved on past the tangle of her organs and stroked the open folds of her body; unable to contain the thick shudder that coursed along down her spine at the touch. Her hips moved openly to shift into a new position as he carried on to press into the tight muscles of her entrance; almost teasing the outer nerves with a soft caress before the muscles gave in to his penetration. She felt her leg lift slightly at the motion, bending at the knee as it tilted outward as though to give him more room. It was always the first heated rush that felt like it was the worse. That first penetration that stroked every open nerve of her inner walls and sent her into a downward spiral real quick from the start; that same spiral that urged her body to almost twist against itself as he furthered every penetration until her body was slowly moving with him. Fingers curled in underneath her once more as her head fell back at the hurl of sensations that flooded through her body all at once; the feel of brief inches inside of her becoming stroked by fingers that didn't belong to her; feeling that heavy touch that ensured every bit would be satisfied.
He was just as good with his hands as he was without them.
She could still feel that same tremor that wrecked her pelvic muscles with every thrust; that same gasping affect that left her breathless when he touched that small, inner circle of nerves that threatened to unravel every piece of strength she had left. He always took his time to rub the area until she was on the brink of raising her voice; until she was on the brink of digging her heel into his side just to get him to either stop or finish her.
"Have I reminded you how much I hate you yet?"
"Plenty of times." he remarked as he moved to touch at the curve of her shoulder with his lips. "Why else do you think I'm still here? I figured you weren't done with your argument."
Her move to reply coincided with the harsher pulse against those same nerves; sending a heavier rush of chills through her limbs and closing her throat to any reaction dealing with words. He did that on purpose. The bastard.
All it took was that one last touch, that one small tick and press of his fingers against her outer muscles, her inner nerves and sanctuary walls. That same rush of reaction and that same harsh brink of reality that caused her body to give in so willingly, so easily to him before. It struck again. Her body seemed to withhold on the thick shudder and cringed slightly at the release of the tightness from her abdomen; finding some sense of peace in the dull throbbing of her pelvic muscles as the rush of euphoria eased them into a pure state of relaxation.
Dirty gasps marked her lips and bounced in her chest as she slowly drew herself in to overcome the rushing situation; taking in the marks of sweat on her body and feeling the small beads of perspiration coat her skin.
"Can we both agree that there's no way out of this now?" he questioned; playing with the outer shell of her ear as she panted beneath him. "That we've ultimately signed ourselves away to this."
She turned in against him and caught the lower curve of his lip against her own. "I don't have to agree to anything other than you've already warmed me up... there's no sense in wasting it."
"You almost seem to be enjoying this too much, you know."
"It doesn't matter. Like you had been saying before, this isn't in the proper context... so why choose to act any other way?" she whispered in return; slowly running her dark eyes down along the white material that continued to cling to his figure. "I'll give you twenty seconds to get rid of that clothing before I snap my wrists out of these binds and do it myself- and I won't nearly be as careful as you will, nor as gentle either. I'll be counting by fives."
It didn't really seem to matter if her remark was to be taken as a threat or if he took it seriously; the sight of his hands slowly removing that white fabric and allowing for it to crumple off to the side was all that was needed. Feminine eyes watching and taking in every inch and contour of dark flesh that was slowly revealed through every removal process; flesh itself seemed to be aching to be pressed up against the warmer and darker counterpart.
His once, slim-looking stature had always been a bit of a lie; loose-fitting uniforms always hiding the thick collage of muscles that sculpted out his flesh and form. She always loved enduring herself with just sight and taking in every inch there was to be victim to her eyes. Smooth skin retained the same perfect shade as it sculpted around his broad chest and curve ribcage; contouring around his thick abdominal muscles and slimming down around his narrow waist. She could count the faint and few scars that marked his skin, most of them long since faded and almost invisible to an untrained eye. But she could always pick out the ones that were still present and she could name the ones that had been from her.
She shuddered as she felt his hands move around her hips; lifting them just enough to tug away the remainder of her uniform pants. The feel of the material moving down her heated thighs was almost refreshing as the cool air moved in against her flushed skin. She lifted her legs slightly and watched as he peeled the fabric free and tossed it aside. A sharp inhale cursed her lungs as she felt his warm lips against her abdomen now; the light touch of his tongue was almost enough to distract her of his fingers as they now removed the thin layer of underwear next. She shifted her hips around and panted as his lips pressed in against her lower stomach as he drug that material down the same path of her slim thighs. His lips moved up to her navel as he tossed aside the constricting material and slowly worked his way up her body from there. With each new kiss that brought him closer to her, she felt herself becoming almost light-headed as his fingers moved in to stroke her folds once more. The tissue was still sore from their last session just moments ago but he continued to merely circle around them rather than indulge in them as he had done so before. It wasn't long before his lips were back at her throat and his fingers moved away from her freshly-coated organs.
The squeak of the mattress beneath them came from his slight movement in repositioning himself on top of her; she chose to take the moment and shift her position underneath to better accommodate herself among the pillows. He moved himself up along the curve of her neck as she felt the tight hold of his hands as they grasped at her slender hips for a moment.
Tilting her head in his direction, she managed to catch his lips just before he moved again and pulled him in back towards her; there was that ever-familiar sensation of his tongue against her own as she took in every second of the embrace- refusing even the slightest chance of a loss of touch. One hand moved to bury into the soft bedding underneath them as the other moved to caress at her hip once again. A low moan escaped seemingly out of anticipation as her entire body seemed on edge for the first penetration- something he seemed to be holding back from her. She wiggled her hips as though to signal her anticipation and bore them up against his own for a moment before he gave into her.
The first touch was enough to send a sharp shudder along her spine before he moved the rest of her body easily with the rest of it. Her back arched as he entered her; bodily fluids making it easier for her to accommodate him as he made easy work of her internal muscles.
"Fuck..." the word seemed to escape her in a hiss form as her hips and thighs moved to find a more suitable position around him.
"Damn..." yet another word that seemed to come from nowhere and yet seemed to answer in response to her own; it relieved itself in a panting form as the plunge of warmth and pressure from her body continued to cultivate around him.
She groaned as he managed to completely sheath himself inside of her; the overabundance of heat that flooded from the motion was enough to double her pants as she found herself caught up in the pleasuring fit. The tightness of her muscles seemed to slow him down for a brief period of time before he picked up on a specific rhythmic movement with her. There was always that continuous pressure from her muscles as they seemed to struggle to reclaim their previous positions around him; every brief movement was nearly forced against her tight form in order to feel some release of pressure and to guide himself completely into her. Her once stoic state was rattled with continuous movement as the arch of her back forced her up while her hips dug back slightly- providing a challenge for him to continue to fight those same muscles at different angles. She was normally never as vocal as she was now and the soft groans that escaped her lips were caught in being purely chaotic and purely satisfied with every motion.
Her black eyes were knitted closed as she felt the way every thrust had enough force to dig her further into the mattress below; bringing out a chorus of squeals from the furniture piece as weight shifted in and out of balance between them. She could feel her hips nearly shaking with every penetration as her thighs partly clung to his waist and ankles dug back into the bedding. A sharp inhale coursed through her as she felt every penetration and every thrust that felt as though it threatened to tear at the system of muscles and thin tissue lining that made up the narrow canal. It felt like changing her breath was damn near impossible as her body seemed far more intrigued with the constant movement that left her lower half in throbbing ecstasy. Her body gave him the first few thrusts before she slowly picked up on it herself; groaning at the odd sensation of her hips baring in against his own and grinding their opposing pelvic bones together. Legs slowly lifted themselves after careful repositioning and tucked in against his lower back; pressing him down closer to her and encouraging deeper thrusts.
It was the warm contact of his body inside of her own and the matching expression of her lips pressed harshly against his; the half-masked embrace was flooded with a running chorus of gasps and moans that escaped freely from the corner of their mouths and suffocated in the intense air around them. The once cool atmosphere had succumbed to the rush of heat that pulsed from their skin;soft beads of sweat collected on her chest and around the contours of his neck to bear victim to the severity of the adrenaline and fall quarry to predator, ecstasy.
Now she remembered why she used to enjoy drinking so much.
It wasn't for that rush of incoherency; or that mindless ability to finally separate herself from reality and escape the persistent day-to-day problems... that was what drunks did.
She was just an addict.
She wanted to constantly remember and experience this again and again, even when the touch of bitter liquor always blurred her memories and illed her stomach the next day. It was the bruises and the reminiscent of warm embraces, heated touches and how her body reacted around him without contact... that was why she drank. So they could twist in such an array as this; so they could move past the conflicts they had towards one another and give in to that bitter, life-draining disease that had so fondly attracted them together. They had both hated one another's presence and sheer guts, the feelings only having been increased and hardened throughout the passing year, but yet... it was just for this; this one moment of heat sheering passion that could tear as much as it wanted from them. As long as they could have it, consequences were tossed aside. As they always had been.
It was reckless and completely out of their character but... it was that drug, that adrenaline they were addicted to. This heat of his skin pressed against her own, the sheer contrast of her paleness against the smooth darkness of his flesh; this dominance of his body over her own physically; this game of mentality that allowed for her to rule over him in this twisted art; this was their sacrifice and their redemption all rolled into one act.
Even without the embrace of alcohol to purge their better judgment, she could feel that flush of light-headedness rush its way through her- perhaps it hadn't always been the bitter consumption that made her feel like that. Maybe it had been from every movement of his body that coursed a painful tickling sensation to the ends of every finger and toe.
A sharp exhale split their embrace clean apart as she let her head fall back against its pillow; feeling the way he purposely stroked that inner tender spot that could bring just about any woman to release. A brief hiss followed in suit as he continued to make the same motion over and over again just to fuel her reaction. The drop of his lips to the empty dip of her nape seemed to coax the deeper moans from her throat- something she only gave in to when he touch at the opening of her cervix and chilled a shudder down her spine.
If there was anything to say at all, it was stuck in the delirious state of soberness or translated into the coarse moans and gasps that echoed between their two bodies; the words lost somewhere in the heavy pants that struck their lungs hard and left them with shallow gasps to keep the organs functioning.
That same rush of sensations seemed to erupt from nowhere and ambush her already coarse nerves and tired limbs as that small trigger of an effect flooded easily. It was more difficult to contain her reaction this time as she seemed to curl upward into his body at the release; flooding her warm breath into the curve of his neck in thick exhales that would've threatened to melt his skin down had they been able to achieve a greater degree of heat. The contractions and releases of muscles seemed to twist her lower body in a complicated mess of blood flow and ecstasy.
They both seemed to share in that mixed sense of hissed air as their bodies only seemed to prove just how engaged they were to one another; she could feel her hips cringe slightly at the rush of fluids between them, the slight warmth of them against her inner thighs.
If it had been like any kind of regular conflict, they would've finished as such and then rolled away from one another to catch the last few twilight hours of sleep; hoping to dream off the memories and hangover before the sun rose, hoping to look over the breech in this collapse of physical needs and wants- the emotional trend of addiction to this sweat and flesh.
But this wasn't like all those other encounters.
This wasn't like the last time they were together as such.
This was new and unheard of; conflicting against their better judgment, their character and their want of different reactions.
She was cold-hearted, thick-skinned and emotionless... and yet all she wanted to do was rest against him and to feel that warmth of his breath on her; to know that he was still there within reach.
And yet, maybe the fallen structure of mentality and emotional structure lead to a different rush of feelings and conclusions. A feeling that had yet to be explored or viewed upon.
"What have we done?"
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