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Straitjacket Feeling	By : TheresMoneyInThis Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 4411 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I apologize for the absence, I got really caught up in some of my other stories (on another website) and my class got in the way as well. I got sidetracked so I kind of lost a bit of where I was originally going in this chapter, so it's kind of a hit or miss for me. Hopefully the next one won't be after such a long wait and will be phrased a bit better and get back on track with the story as well. Maybe longer too.
She buried herself into his chest and felt the way his sternum moved with every needed breath; almost listening for the contraction of his lungs through his empty ribcage. His fingers brushed through her hair in a soothing rhythm as he seemed to bring in the sense of her possible 'discomfort' and make it goal to have those feelings dissipate at his hands. The extent of the situation pushed itself through her mind and clouded her exterior expression, giving him very little reactions to act on; and yet, he still seemed to know what she wanted. He knew that she didn't need words or conversations... if he could just stay here at her side... it would be okay.
She was independent.
She was stronger than more than half of the male Shinigamis.
And yet, it felt like she needed his support. He wasn't even one of their kind and she felt as though she could trust him more than anyone of her own uniform. Maybe it was because he was technically isolated himself as well; it wasn't like he was going to talk to someone else about them- even if he did, it wouldn't be the truth.
"You get kind of tense when you're thinking." he started; feeling the way her arms had progressively tightened around his chest. "You're also squeezing my ribcage but that's just a minor detail."
She pulled her fingers from his back and slowly pushed herself from his chest; only allowing for a few small inches to separate them. "I'm sorry... I didn't even realize it."
He chuckled softly to try and lighten her mood; fingers pushing aside her bangs as he brought his lips to her forehead once more. "What exactly were you thinking about?"
"Nothing." she started; fingers gently tracing the different folds of material that stretched over his chest. "I just... I don't know; it wasn't important."
His hands moved to carefully cradle her hips in his palms as he slowly moved to reposition her. She gave little resistance, only moving to adjust her legs and the hemline of her kimono, as he pushed her back into the mattress; he synchronized their movement so his body followed right after her own and positioned himself above her- a position that was really quite abundant with them. Overall, he had deeply missed those melancholic eyes but with that look she cast up to him... he missed that one the most. "If you really want to describe this whole situation, there's a lot of things that aren't necessarily important; unfortunately, I hardly regard anything coming from you as being easy to disregard."
Fingertips raised to grace themselves against the curve of his jawline before she pulled him down to her; feeling the warmth of his lips against her own. "There's this odd sense of... security I feel whenever I'm around you; it makes me feel weak."
"Dependence is an annoying creature of habit." he replied as he moved to slide his hands underneath her. "But it's not necessarily a bad thing... not always. In fact, it kind of gives me a greater sense of satisfaction to be honest."
"And why is that?"
"To feel that kind of security and dependence on me, it means you've given me your complete trust; you no longer feel as though I'm going to hurt you in some way and... it may even mean you've lost trust in those around you."
She curled her fingers against his warm skin before she pulled him through the small amount of space that separated them. The embrace itself was short and innocent and yet, their hands didn't seem quite ready to follow that guideline. She tangled her fingers in the material of his shirt and slowly pulled them down to trace over the shape and form of his torso; feeling the small contours of his body underneath the thick fabric. There was no hesitation to keep her from slipping her fingers beneath the hemline of his sweater; pressing against the flushed skin underneath. His hands followed her own temptation as they pushed against her hips and worked upwards. She could feel the different pressure amounts he used to touch her sides and the curve of her ribcage; his fingers on the verge of massaging and torturing her flesh all in one. He briefly skimmed her breasts with the flat of his fingers; tempted to grasp them with a harsher touch. Instead, he moved up till his fingers cradled the curve of her cheeks as he tilted her head back; giving him the needed space and opportunity to taste the sweet flavor that practically forced him to ravage her tongue with his own.
She could feel the light tremor that paced beneath his flesh as fingertips traced the soft contour that marked the placement of his pelvic and hip bones; temptation and the faint yet re-emerging want for his flesh seemed to burn through every movement.
He broke off the short embrace and moved his hands to better support himself once more. "Don't get me wrong... as much as I would absolutely love to continue this... I'd much rather not put on a show either."
Of course... she had gotten herself so worked up over him, she had rather forgotten about the other people in the room.
"Although I suppose if another opportunity such as this doesn't show, I would regret not following through with it now."
"To be quite honest, I'm surprised no one's asked for a... reproductive demonstration from us."
"Perhaps we should suggest one."
She shook her head and moved to push his hair from his face; tucking them behind one ear instead. "Don't be so crude."
"Look at who you're speaking to."
A quiet sigh left the Fourth Division Captain as she tried not to look on too intently; in fact, she tried not to notice the sudden 'jump' in activity between the two. "Oh dear..."
Akon glanced over at the remark from the corner of his eye before he went back to the jotted notes on his clipboard. "If you wish to excuse yourself, then by all means you are free to do so."
"Oh no, believe me, after awhile you get used to walking in on situations like this." Unohana replied. "Goodness knows I've done it far too many times to be comfortable with the statistics anymore. I was just merely observing and questioning... why our presence is necessary at this moment."
"Observations and research; something always shows up when no one's looking, we figured this way, someone's always watching so any event can be recorded." Akon explained. "Not to mention, they still have a lot to discuss here and Captain Mayuri wanted documentation on anything that's being said or done. It's all about the observation."
A soft click of her tongue barely sounded past her lips as she carefully unfolded her hands and touched briefly at the braid that fell down the length of her torso. "I don't believe so. I don't think... observation is really what this is all about. Look at them... they're both well developed in Science and yet, they haven't even bothered to look at their surroundings; they're in their own world right now. This isn't just about watching and waiting... there's a sense of spontaneousness in it; there's a need for something more than just observing. To be quite honest, it's strange to even see this for myself; it's strange to consider that... this is really happening right before our eyes." she paused for a moment; watching as the two seemed to be taking their time in enjoying the moment. "Unlike Captain Mayuri, I don't cut out all emotional connection with patients- or rather 'victims' in his terminology; I suppose that's why I feel as though something should be done more about this."
Curiosity was getting to him now the more and more the woman spoke; he supposed if he just questioned the woman's remarks then it wouldn't seem as though he was considering what she was saying in truth. "What are you suggesting?"
"In truth, I don't really know." she admitted at first. "But... I think she needs him to be with her. When that Captain of yours is done with all these experiments and subjects- whenever he gets his fill of these 'tests'- I think they should be allowed to stay with one another. In fact, when are the next group of subjects going to be brought in?"
"Latest reports say in two days."
"Let them enjoy those two days together; I see no harm in it. After all, he's doing more good for her than anyone else here is."
"... You're serious about that?"
She looked back to the man as though his question made no earthly sense. "Why wouldn't I be? Have I ever asked something that I wasn't serious about? In all honestly, there's nothing in this situation that calls for us to just... push aside so easily. And you know, speaking of severity, I do believe I need to speak with Isane when she returns; we're already behind on prenatal care and making sure that she's taking in the necessary amount of nutrients to support the both of them. My, my, there is a lot that we must do and prepare for... did your Captain ever settle on his idea of 'isolation' for this event? If so, then I'd like to know soon enough so we can prepare a maternity suite and birthing room."
"It's fairly early for that; we have plenty of time for preparations-"
"No, I don't believe you do. There can never be enough preparations in the event of a child; sometimes I believe that there really aren't any that can be properly taken aside from the ones that are tossed in at the last minute. Luckily, I've seen a few share here or there, so I have a list of preparations that will greatly assist us; however, I have a feeling that some of my 'demands' will not be greeted so willingly."
A light sigh left the man as he rubbed as one temple momentarily. "Well then... I suppose you should bring this up with Captain Mayuri as soon as possible. If we are running low on time already, then there is very little opportunity for debate."
"Precisely. Which is why I want you to escort me to him."
"Captain Unohana, this is by no means out of disrespect but I have my duties here."
"Akon, it does not appear as though they'll be doing anything out of the ordinary for now; if anything, I don't believe it would hurt to give them a little bit of privacy."
There was always a mix of signals when it came down to following his Captain's orders and rejecting orders from another Captain; as only a seated member, he really had no say in disobeying her but once more... there was a chance of backlash towards himself. Shaking his head, he glanced back to the other two who preoccupied space in the room. "I will escort you but... I will have to return here as soon as I can- unless told otherwise."
"Excellent; I do appreciate your assistance in this matter."
"Yes well... don't thank me just yet." he started as he almost reluctantly headed towards the door. "This could lead to greater problems."
"Don't worry about those; I'll handle them the best I can." she assured; waiting as he pulled the door open for her before she stepped out into the empty corridor on the other side.
The click of the door closing behind the two departing Shinigamis almost came with a sigh of relief.
"I didn't think they were ever going to leave."
She found the light hint of exasperation in his tone to be mildly humorous as she gently crossed her arms over the back of his neck. "If they don't run into any problems, they'll only be gone for half an hour."
"And... if they do run into problems?"
"It would depend on the problem really. It could range from just a simple hour to multiple hours. And... seeing how neither Captain Mayuri or Captain Unohana seem to enjoy one another's company, it'll no doubt lead to quite a string of arguments and debates; as well, nothing ever seems to run smoothly in this Division."
"Well then, I don't know about you, but the thirty minutes is sounding pretty cozy."
She softly cocked one eyebrow at the remark; knowing well there was no way of denying the expression he carried with those words. "You don't think you'll need to reserve some of your energy? You've had some rough days and undoubtingly, you'll have a few more ahead of you."
"It's absolutely sickening that some of their scents are still on my skin." he started as he leaned in towards her; his voice just a soft whisper in her ear now. "That doesn't make you jealous in the least bit?"
"I try to restrain myself when it comes down to certain expressions." she replied.
"Is there any need to restrain yourself even more?"
"... No."
It was an addicting sensation.
An addicting sense of freedom the unknown amount of privacy gave willingly to them. Fingertips and kisses could only do so much and even that little bit that they could do wasn't enough. They both craved and wanted more; bodies itching to be used by hands and lips that would abuse the burning need of contact.
The hint of his lips against her neck was enough to feed into her sense of wanting something more; to feed into the hunger that pressed her fingers into his neck. It was the rush of needing to get that awful clothing off his skin as soon as possible; to give herself plenty of time to indulge those needs in the form of his body. Suddenly those thirty minutes weren't long enough; the possible missing hours weren't enough to satisfy.
It felt like it was more of a conflict as they both sought out to curb the sharp cravings that had nestled themselves underneath flesh and tissue; their minds far too lost in the spiral of euphoria to even carry on a solid thought. All she wanted was the heat of his body as her hands pressed themselves against the bare skin of his abdomen. Working further beneath the shirt, she gave into the curl of fingertips against his chest and felt as though every touch was reliving a moment of passion from before. Fingers moved to grab a hold of the pale sweater that did little to properly dress his form before she used the small leverage to force him aside; arching and adjusting her own body to pin his below her. Forcing her balance to level out on the flat of her knees that cradled his narrow waist, she took hold of his lips when he left them vulnerable for her. Her mind submitting to the low moan that softly caressed her actions as the back of his throat gave into her; her tongue almost too eager to remind his own of its place. Tangling one hand in his hair, she used gentle tugs to manipulate the way his head tilted back for her and allowed for her to give into one of the many misconduct sins that plagued her. Remaining fingers pressed the flat tips against his semi-bared abdomen before they slowly inched downward; pushing pressure down on the soft curve between his pelvic bones. It was almost a sadistic pleasure to feel him shudder at the motion as she traced small circles into the inch of space above the waist curve of his black sash.
He loved the few, short instances where she felt the need to take charge; where she became so lost and disoriented in the rush of unbalanced chemicals that she needed to fulfill the hunger before it corrupted her. He could feel the way she seemed to purposely catch the soft groans that originated from his chords and hold them with the short amount of oxygen in her lungs. His body shuddered as her fingers removed the tight presence of his sash before she enjoyingly took advantage of the given positions. The sharp convulsion-like tremor that struck his spine seemed to vibrate at his lips as she stroked the flat of her bare fingers against the him; the soft break of her lips from his own brought the harsh inhale that had plagued his lungs for those few, short seconds. And yet, she continued to lightly balance and close her lips against his, sometimes openly using her tongue to coax another reaction when the last one wasn't good enough.
Sometimes he wondered if she was just as sadistic as he used to be; if she was picking up and taking that trait from him.
She could never get enough of the quiet moans that echoed lightly between their lips; part of her silently urging him to be louder if he so pleased. Fingertips pressed against the heated skin of his sex as she listened to the deep hiss that followed in response. The flat of her thumb pushed circles against the base and felt the way his entire body seemed to shake with every continuous stroke that slowly but surely made it's way from one end to the next. It was uncharacteristic, maybe a little bit cruel, but she almost enjoyed the way simple touches made him the victim; how simple touches could seem to completely wreck his train of thought- flooding every inch of it with the lusted sense of euphoria. There was nothing that could replace the feeling of absolute control.
"Ahh..."
There it was.
That sinfully open moan that left his defense in a crumbled mess.
She felt his warm touch move to cradle the curve of her neck before he pulled her lips back to his own; eager to seal the empty space that had unwillingly opened up between them. Her own body trembled as his other set of fingertips moved to grace the curve on the inside of her thigh. They laced the heated skin with a slow drifting touch as they made their steady way upward. She tightened her fingers for a moment as she felt him slowly touch at the spread of warmth between her legs; listening as he groaned softly as the motion twisted her fingers in his hair.
It was his hands on her hips now as he forced the movement of their bodies to twist before he pushed her back into the mattress; his warm body covering her own as his lips failed to break from her own. He worked the hem of her kimono till it was around her hips before fingertips moved to trace the curve of her thighs once more. She let her hands move to grace the slender curve of his waist before she slowly slid them upward along his spine; curling the edge of his sweater with them. Words weren't needed as their lips broke apart just long enough for the combination of their hands to discard the unwanted material. Hands moved to cup the gentle curves of the neck as she felt him tuck his head into the curve of her shoulder; her own fingertips touched at the bruises and marks that plagued his upper body. The faint red lines of nails and the outline of teeth impressions maimed the skin that she had so willingly claimed for herself; her own sense of greed unable to cope with the marks of others who seemed just as eager to claim a piece.
She pressed the warm curve of her lips against the ungentle marks and felt the light shudder that raced beneath his skin. It was a deliberately slow process as she made sure to cover every mark with the touch of her own; retracing and remarking her territory as she kissed at the soft scratches that split the curve of his jaw. Fingertips skimmed the layout of his flesh for any more marks that infringed on her own right to his body. There were only scars left but she had long since claimed those back for herself; the uneven ridges of cuts on the back of his neck continued to haunt her fingertips as she traced the unnecessary brutality against defenseless skin.
"Are you just as territorial?" he whispered; fingertips lightly grasping the curve of her cheek as his lips touched at the other one.
"I don't know..." she replied as she curled her fingers into the cradle of his collarbones. "I wasn't before but now... just the thought of someone else touching you is revolting. I understand motives... I understand reasoning but..."
A brief chuckle left him as he pulled her into another long embrace; his lips melting the space between them while his tongue seemed to dissolve the time that passed on. "I know what's it like... that's how I've felt towards you. I think right now... we may be on the same page for once."
"When I asked you before and you said yes; did you mean it?" she questioned.
Hands moved to loosen the front of her kimono as his lips touched at the flat of her sternum; feeling the way her heart seemed to thunder against him. "When you asked me if I loved you, I gave you the only answer I could think of because it was the only one that was true."
Those words alone seemed to leave a stronger sensation that the feel of his lips as he moved downwards along the center curve of her body; fingers eagerly peeling away the black material from her flesh. A light shudder coursed through her nerves as she felt the cold touch of his tongue against her soft mammary; addicted to the way he rubbed at the tender nipple before he took it with care between his lips. The ceiling seemed to be spotted slightly with every gentle suckle that moved to harden the tissue in his mouth. She almost winced at the rush of heat from the small gesture; giving herself completely to the way he used his tongue to satisfy the new perk. Hands moved to widen the space between her thighs as they tangled in the dark hem of her uniform once more. He gave away to touch at the soft curve of her ribcage before his entire body shifted to give some of the love to her warm thighs.
Pushing herself up onto the curve of her lower back, she curled her fingers in his hair before she touched at the back of his neck with her lips; finally claiming the last piece of flesh for herself. "I love you."
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