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That Dreaded Word	By : Platinumsabr Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 11539 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Innocence
and Instinct

�Where do you want to go
tonight?�

He had no idea how good he
smelled at that moment. That crisp air scent, his unique one of trees, nature
and his own unique aroma was mixed with the humidity of the shower and a faint
trace of cologne, and right then it was like she was breathing in a drug. She
felt dizzy, unfocused, but mostly she just felt very, very hot. The next words
out of her mouth surprised them both, but she couldn�t have cared less.

�Could�could we just spend the
night here?�

It was the first part of that
last step, she knew it. But�she wasn�t afraid anymore.

She could admit it to him, and
everything that entailed.

She loved him.

~~~~~~~~~~

Well, she had said it, and her
cheeks were burning. It wouldn�t have been the first time they had just stayed
at his place and done something, but this was the first time the pressure
within her had become too much to simply ignore. She knew she wanted him, she
had known it for a long time, but now there were hardly any barriers left to
hinder that driving desire.

There were still a few left, but
they all had to do with the act itself.

She was afraid; she had no idea
how to go about something like this even though she knew it was what she wanted
to do more than anything. Those desires that he managed to bring to the surface
so easily in ever-decreasing intervals were boiling in her blood, fighting
against her confusion, fear, and most of all, her inexperience. He was just
standing there, absorbing her words, and yet all she could hear was her pulse
pounding in her ears and the heat of her skin. She wasn�t one to sweat out of
fear, but she was sweating for an altogether different reason this time.

Had she come on too strongly? Did
he know what she meant? How would he respond? Her mind was going around in
circles, and she couldn�t even look him in the eye. If ever had she felt more
like an awkward teenager, she would be hard pressed to find it.

But damn, she simply couldn�t
stop breathing in his heady scent. She wanted him so badly he even smelled
delicious. If this was what Wholes smelled like to Hollows, she could
understand the desire completely now. Her mind was gradually succumbing to it,
the lightheadedness that was fighting against her rational processes. The
burning was spreading, putting her hands into nervous sweat and tightening her
skin against her muscles. She was sure she could feel his gaze on her,
that vibrant violet intensity under which she felt more like a schoolgirl than
a military captain.

Why is it taking him so long
to respond? She thought worriedly. Her insides were quivering for more than
one reason, and the problem was she couldn�t be sure her sense of time was
right anymore. For all she knew it could have been two seconds since she last spoke,
but to her it felt like two hours. Fidgeting wasn�t something she made a habit
of doing, but she found herself squirming in her seat, trying to both alleviate
the growing itch and get away from those eyes she knew were still on her.

Whether it was a remnant of water
left from his shower or if he was feeling the same heat she was she didn�t
know, but just then she spied a bead of liquid falling down his throat,
teasingly over his Adam�s apple and down into the open collar of his shirt, as
if taunting her that it had access to what she didn�t at the moment. In that
instant it felt like she could feel everything she hadn�t been aware of before;
his breath, slow and measured, ghosting down onto her sensitive skin, and she
could see the muscles in his arm tense and uncoil as he flexed his grip on the
chair�s armrest. For some reason she hadn�t noticed the heat of his body, but
it was there, and gradually warming the longer he stayed bent over her. He
looked so much bigger than her in their positions right then, though she had
always known he was physically larger than her. Those hard, elastic muscles
that allowed for his feats of strength and flexibility were only hidden by one
layer of flimsy cloth, nothing of consequence to someone like her, and the
longer they stayed the more she wanted to show him why.

Nervousness was being overridden,
even though she was sure only a few seconds had passed. She could smell
the heat of her body radiating up into the air she was breathing, and what was
more was she could smell his. The atmosphere around them was nearly
humid with their combined warmth and yet for some reason her mouth was going
dry. Unable to stop herself, she licked her lips apprehensively and the next
thing she knew his lips were on hers, tentative force just barely masking what
she knew was unbridled desire. She could feel it, thrumming in his
muscles, begging to be released.

In that one, solitary second, she
knew every desire she had ever felt for him had been mutual, and holding back
had been just as hard�if not harder�than it had been for her. Everything was
deadening to her, everything but the body so close to hers. All of her senses
were buzzing, but only to one source, one person. Months of being together had
all but completely killed her fear of closeness, of attachment, but as she felt
the desire build that fear reared its ugly head. She was afraid, she could feel
the hesitancy worming its way into her bones like a slow chill. Yet, the only
other thing she could feel was his soft lips against hers, not pushing, not
forcing, still restraining.

He was just as afraid as she was.

They both had their reasons for
fear, they had both worked and fought as hard as they could to keep the
relationship that had so many obstacles against it together. They were in fact
their own obstacles, but because they had similar experiences, because of every
different experience they had ever had and everything they had ever
learned and dealt with, they were able to do things for one another no one else
had ever been able to do. So often had she found herself in situations she had
never been in, and sometimes she found herself in ones that made past fear all
the more relatable, but because of their similarities, because of their
differences, he had made it possible for her to fight through it. What made
that revelation so important to her was it wasn�t alone: the same could be said
of him. She had no need to be afraid anymore, not of him, and her whole body
felt like it was going to melt as the coldness of fear and hesitance dissipated
under the fire he had kindled in her, a dreaded heat that she thought she never
wanted to know.

A feminine whimper she had never
known she could make slipped past her lips as he drew away from her, tension
all too familiar to the two simmering in the pheromone-soaked air. Looking up
at him, all she saw was his shut eyelids as he breathed deeply, yet the gaze
set upon her when his eyes opened was piercing, decided.

�I love you.�

They were the first words spoken
since her question, the words she wanted so badly to say, yet the person they
had come from�hadn�t been her. It had been him. His voice wasn�t the
cold indifference of his working persona, the calculating bite of his cynical
self, just the sincere, soft tenor of the man beneath the masks. It was the
first time in God-only-knows those words had graced the atmosphere from his lips,
the first words since her question, and the first time they had ever been
uttered towards her. And, for the first time, Soi-Fong knew exactly what to say
to them.

Her smile was soft and gentle,
unlike anything she had ever made before, so unlike the scowl now nowhere near
her face. With that gentle smile in place she responded with four words: �I
love you too.�

A choked laugh came from him as a
smile similar to hers took its place on his face, yet another thing she had
never seen before, and something she couldn�t help but want to see again. He
nodded gratefully as he moved into a more comfortable position, kneeling in
front of her chair, putting him right at eye level with her as he took one of
her hands in his.

�I�m sorry it took so long to
say,� he admitted softly. �It�s just��

For one of the very rare instances
in their relationship, she was the one to initiate the kiss this time, and she
forcefully parted his lips in unrepentant longing as she took from past
experiences and wrestled his tongue with hers. It was a hard, wet clash of
teeth and tongues totally lacking the inexperience that had plagued their
earlier attempts, cutting off anything that might have ever wanted to be said.
She had learned well over their time together, but it still had the same effect
on both of them as it did way back when.

When she pulled away she brazenly
suckled his bottom lip one last time before looking right back into his
beautiful violet eyes, still slightly disoriented from the explosive kiss. �You
don�t have to explain anything,� the raven-haired assassin whispered hoarsely,
offering a slight grin of amusement at the state of her voice before
continuing. �I know. I�m guilty of the same thing. To be completely honest, I
think I might have known since that first time I ran into you.� She stroked her
unoccupied hand down the side of his face, gently caressing the flesh so close
to his milky purple eye. �I think the second I looked into your eyes I felt it,
and I�ve spent every moment since then trying to hold it off just a second
longer. At first I tried to rationalize it, pass it off as something it wasn�t,
and even when I had some idea of what it was and we started dating, I still
wasn�t ready to admit it. As time went on I knew I wanted you, wanted us,
but I was afraid to speak it out loud, of what it would mean even though I knew
it was what I wanted! I�m�I�m ready, Gwydion. I love you.�

It almost hurt to look into his
eyes, to see the happy glimmer of tears restrained there. His soft smile spoke
volumes more than he ever could, and she almost couldn�t believe she had been
the one to say all that first. �You know, we really have to work on this whole
�taking words right out of my mouth� thing. If we�re not careful we could be
completing each other�s sentences soon.� She chuckled even with the solemnity
of the situation, and he gave a few quiet snickers as well as he pulled her
face closer to his.

Their eyelids sank drunkenly as
denied passion wrestled for control at the close proximity, and Gwydion gave
her another hesitant kiss, unsure of how long he would be able to resist
anymore. Her happy sigh when he pulled away clawed at every strand of restraint
he had; knowing she could make a sound like that only made him want to hear
what other things she could make that he had never heard before. Though he had
never doubted her femininity, there was just something about the way she had
sounded that had set off every rampant male desire the normally collected man
had.

He gulped heavily as he fought to
keep his fluttering eyes on hers. �I felt it too, something between us right
when we walked into each other. I didn�t even recognize it at first, but the
more time we spent together the more I couldn�t deny what was happening. Though
I regretted kissing you that first time, I craved more nearly right after, and
my fall became harder and faster than it had ever been before since. I�ve loved
every second we�ve spent together over the past few months, and I�ve been too
afraid to admit it to you. I�ve been happier since you came into my life than
the nearly two hundred years since I left the Second Division, and even though
I told you I would try to keep the past where it belonged, I was still hesitant
to say it to you. You didn�t need to say it to me, I could feel it in every act
that you would never show anyone else. The words were on the tip of my tongue
so many times, but every time they stayed unsaid when there was no reason to
hold them back��

The moment was getting to her,
the sincerity of everything he was saying to her kept breaking down one defense
after another, and even the cold Second Division captain felt tears stinging
her eyes just as sure as the fire flowing through her veins. Emboldened by some
unknown force, she left her chair and guided him up into it before moving to
straddle his lap, putting them so much closer than before. Their heats were
impossible to ignore from this position, but it was the intimacy of the moment
that kept them staring into each other�s eyes, not the intimacy of their
position. Though the fact remained that she had never been in this kind of
situation before�least of all by her own doing�that was the last thing on her
mind at the moment

��You�ve never needed to say it either,
Gwydion. Honestly, I was scared out of my mind when I realized I was in love
with you. I mean, I was in love!� That forced a laugh from him,
and she grinned despite herself. �But I felt your love every time you touched
me; every time you smiled at me, kissed me, laughed with me, I felt something
no other man has ever shown me. I was scared to say it too, because I was
scared of where that last step could take us. My body and heart knew what my
mind wanted to deny from the first time we kissed, even to the point where I
could say I was scared of losing you before I could say I loved you! I love
you, I want to be yours, I want you to be mine.�

There were no stutters, no
embarrassment or awkwardness, the only reason her skin was flushed at all was
because of his closeness to her and the desires that had been running rampant
ever since that afternoon. She couldn�t believe she had just said that, but it
was the honest confession of her heart, nothing else could have been said so
clearly.

It was hard to describe exactly
the look that came over him. His useful eye was soft and loving, but there was
sadness there as well, a shard of leftover hesitancy that she knew the likely
cause was. Those soft lips, tender even with how forceful he could be, were
edged up in a content grin, yet she still couldn�t shake the feeling that he
was more afraid of what they desired than she was.

�If you�ll have me, I�m yours.�

She knew in that instant what he
was worried about, she could have smacked herself for forgetting in the first
place. This time she had no need or desire to respond with words, she knew her
answer. Inexperience be damned, there was no reason to hold back anymore. This
was something hardwired into every species alive, and truth be told the lump
she could feel beneath her had been tormenting her ever since she had crawled
onto his lap. The throb of her sex was nearly unbearable so close to his, but she
had to admit it felt�pretty damn nice actually.

Unable to stop herself, she
squirmed in place, unsure of whether or not she was trying to relieve the itch
of her womanhood or make the itch worse. Even if she was trying to do the
former, when she rubbed herself against the growing bulge beneath her it only
succeeding in doing the latter. It didn�t take much to sense that his arousal
was growing uncontrollably as well, but that only made her desire grow all the
more.

Being that she had
technically been given permission, Soi-Fong finally gave in and succumbed to
the desires of her body and heart.

Her answer to him was to kiss him
in earnest, bound and determined to be as close of humanly possible as she gave
another experimental roll of her hips. The sparks that shot up her body were
highly gratifying, and even though her damnable pride kept worrying about her
lack of knowledge in the area, when he reciprocated into the kiss with just as
much longing as she was while his hand locked securely behind her neck and his
hips rose to counter hers, her pride curled up and let the primal desire be. If
more of this was what was in store for her than she would have to remember to
kick the crap out of herself later for holding off so long.

The kiss was commanding, for once
on both their parts. She had never been the most confident when it came
to things like this, but she had thrown away any restraint this time. She wanted
him; she could feel the wetness on her thong-like bindings. She may have
adapted her clothing to the Living World�s standards, but her undergarments
were the same as always and not about to change anytime soon.

Broken breaths were all that
could be snagged in the brief intervals when their lips parted, and the things
his tongue was doing to hers were making even those difficult. It felt like she
was drowning in him, and god it felt wonderful. Before she knew what her hands
were doing she finally noticed that she was unbuttoning his shirt when he
stiffened against her. It was a reflexive response at best, because soon after
he shrugged out of the garment and tossed it to the side, allowing her to
admire the steel muscles he hid so well.

He was by no means a small
creature. Though he hid them well with looser clothes that only accentuated the
outline of his fine physique, his muscles were hard and powerful, no trace of
fat between flesh and sinew. The scars of battles past lay intermittent on his
flesh but for the most part the only noticeable ones were from that fateful day
so long ago. His left arm was solid and sturdy, connected to a large, artist�s
hand with equally finessed fingers. When the two were out in the open as they
were now, his prosthetic finally looked like a prosthetic; fake. For looking as
thin as he did, sitting against him now she couldn�t help but notice how small
she seemed in comparison.

There was a pain in her chest as
she ran a lithe hand over his powerful right shoulder and down to the
impressively made decoration. She didn�t ask vocally, but her eyes held the
question as she looked to him cautiously. He understood naturally, and silently
nodded as he reached over and broke the adhesion the fake had to the remnant of
his right arm. The room was silent but for soft piano playing in the background
as she removed the prosthetic, and even their labored breathing was still as he
in his entirety was before her. No more masks covered his weaknesses, and even
then his naked chest was no less than a work of art in her opinion.

Her fingers traced the defined
contours of his muscles slowly, drinking in his strength and memorizing his
body. Even with such visible flaws, he was beautiful; a warrior�s beauty. His
hand slid to the small of her back and she gasped when he began leaving
feather-light kisses on the side of her neck, trailing down softly to her
collarbone and shoulder before returning to her open lips. She didn�t know what
was happening to her body, there was no way she could define the sensations he
evoked in her, but she did know she never wanted them to stop. His hand
felt so large against her back; stable, comforting. It was a safe feeling, one
she had never felt before. He started rubbing her back carefully, easing the
stress left in her muscles from her former hesitation out of her body, and she
nearly melted right there.

God, why do I feel like crying
so much? She felt warm, a warmth made from the fires of passion and the
slow-burning desire of love. He was kissing her so tenderly as she raked her
hands over his chest, searching urgently for something that she just didn�t
know what. Arousal was in every nerve, screaming for release, and every second
that past in his hold only made the screaming louder. She had to take the next
step, she needed to. Far be it for her to be embarrassed when he had just as
much of a problem with his own nudity and hadn�t shied away.

Tugging at the hem of her shirt,
she pulled upwards and peeled the elastic material from her body, leaving her
clad in her plain white bindings supporting her pale breasts. Watching him
swallow heavily as his eye darkened lustfully was more than a minor boost to
her ego, and�deciding to get it over with quickly�loosed the fabric from around
her chest and threw it to the side. Her face was burning as she tossed her
arm-sleeves aside as well, but the look on his was nothing but awe as they sat
topless together.

�You�re�positively astounding��
he whispered throatily, and she smiled brightly even with the seemingly
perpetual blush as they embraced, reveling in the skin-to-skin contact as they
kissed. Her entire body seemed to tingle as her breasts were molded against his
hard chest, and her hesitance about her nudity was all but completely forgotten
under the growing frustration reigniting in her womanhood. He rocked into her
gently, scraping her nipples over his flesh and their clothed groins together
and she gasped again. Her whole body was sensitive to the touch, to his
touch, and it felt better than she ever could have hoped for.

Frenzy was starting to set in,
she couldn�t take any more of the wet material rubbing against her sensitive
sex. For as nervous as she was, not surprisingly it was the last thing on her
mind. She wanted to feel him, and her hands worked furiously at the
button to her pants as their kisses increased in fervor. To both of their
chagrin she scooted off his lap, but the tent in his pants had gotten rather
uncomfortable so he couldn�t complain about that. That didn�t stop him from
wanting to.

His breath caught in his throat
when he watched her push down her pants, leaving her in only one very small
strip of cloth on her entire body, just barely shielding her modesty. From
where he was sitting he could see the dampness of the material, almost
transparent by then, and the discomfort of his pants was suddenly a lot worse.
She was gorgeous; toned muscle covered by supple skin, strength hidden behind
beauty, femininity regularly buried under a scowl. Her confidence had obviously
come back, and yet her habitual scowl was still gone, replaced instead with a
happy, if unsure, smile.

His body moved towards her like
she had her own gravitational pull and he made no move to resist it. She was
irresistible, and as he stood before her she looked even smaller than she
usually was, but the smile on her face was so tempting he couldn�t help but
kiss her again. She really had become more confident in her kisses, and she
deepened it almost instantly as she wrapped her arms around his body, molding herself
against him again. It really wasn�t fair that he couldn�t do the same, but that
thought was fleeting at best.

�Shouldn�t we be in the
bedroom�?� She whispered with a seductive edge to her voice that he had never
heard before as they broke apart. His arousal really was getting painful by
now, and she was doing nothing to make it any easier.

�Have I ever told you how
beautiful you sound?� Her skin ignited again, and he gave a soft chuckle before
leaning down to kiss her again.

When it happened she didn�t know,
but somehow he had managed to guide her into the bedroom with her completely
unaware. Fresh heat shot through her when she felt the mattress behind her
legs, and when he pressed his lips to the side of her neck she yelped in
surprise and accidentally fell backwards. He smiled as she sat on the edge of
his bed, blushing madly at her mishap in only her thong-like binding as her
twin braids rested on the mattress in their length. She really did look
incredible nude, or as close to nude as she had ever been in front of him. He
was normally a very calm person, a very collected person, but she had his blood
boiling for her, and his body was making that fact very visible.

At the moment however, all he
could think about was her.

She couldn�t resist the pleasant
sigh that breathed past her swollen lips as he knelt down in front of her and
restarted his trail of kisses, on the other side of her body this time. Her
skin tingled as he made his way down her neck, over her shoulder, and down her
arm, sparing no detail of her from his touch. It felt so strange in a way, but
the eroticism was all she could focus on, like every nerve was tied directly to
her throbbing slit. Her whole body went rigid when his tender lips touch one of
her nipples, and unwittingly she found herself arching into him wantonly.

That had felt way too good.

His tongue swirled around the
pretty pink nub and her hands wound into his hair while his hand strayed to her
neglected twin and started kneading the ample flesh softly, earning a small,
pleased whimper. He could tell she was desperately trying to keep herself
quiet, and he almost smiled as he carefully scraped his teeth over the
sensitive peak.

It felt like she had just been
shocked, and the electricity flowed all through her body and made it shiver in
delight. Her breathing was rapidly becoming ragged, and she muffled another
groan as he kissed his way through the valley of her breasts and over to the
one he had been massaging. Her breasts were more sensitive than she ever
remembered them being, and that was saying something. He didn�t let up, and
tortured the other one with the same bliss. It was getting harder and harder to
keep herself quiet, but that didn�t stop her from panting when he continued on,
lovingly nuzzling every inch of her flesh up her shoulder and down her other
arm before reaching her thin abdomen.

He gently nudged her backwards
with his hand and she eased down onto her back, leaving her feet dangling off
the edge of the bed. Her stomach muscles fluttered under the soft caress of his
lips and her eyes closed peacefully as she relinquished herself to the wonders
of his ministrations. She had never thought her whole body could be so stimulated,
but everywhere he touched brought her that much closer to the edge she
instinctually knew she wanted to fall from. Her womanhood throbbed as his hot
breath got ever closer, and his hand softly rubbed over her leg the further
down he went.

Unable to keep quiet anymore, she
whined in a very un-Soi-Fong-like way as she rolled her hips towards him
urgently. All the attention he was paying everywhere else had her core burning,
and some part of her mind knew he knew that too. She sighed in relief when the
ties of her last covering were loosed and he pulled the damp fabric from her
body, exposing all of herself to his appreciation. She nearly cried when his
lips touched her inner thigh, so close but so far from where she wanted him. He
didn�t change his pace however, and slowly imprinted himself on her smooth body
as he trailed upwards, planting a kiss so close to her lower lips she could
feel his breath before he moved to her other leg and began to repeat the
process.

It felt like her whole body was
weeping, screaming to be felled from the edge she was dangling precariously
from. Her chest was heaving, panting even from just his careful attentions on
her as she frantically tried to keep herself from pleading audibly. Every touch
showed his adoration for her, his care for her feminine side she usually kept
hidden. Her world was going gray at the edges, and she almost had enough time
to wonder what was happening when his lips didn�t return to her flesh before a
long, gentle stroke of his tongue went up her ignored womanhood, finishing with
a teasing flick to the bundle of nerves at the top.

Her back arched impossibly high
as her eyes flew open and her mouth went wide in a soundless scream incapable
of escaping her lungs as the coil within snapped. The orgasm that had been so
slowly and steadily built ripped through her with frantic intensity, tensed all
of her muscles into that seemingly impossible position, and curled her toes before
at last they gave way. She slumped back to the bed in a breathless heap as her
muscles trembled in the aftershocks of her climax and the pleasantness of
finding out he still hadn�t stopped.

She tasted sweet, edging more to
the taste of honey than the bitterness he had been expecting. It filled his
senses, her scent, her taste, and he greedily cleaned her thighs and sex with
the vigor of the lover he was. Though he too desperately wanted release,
watching her climax had been a reward all on its own.

Hypersensitive from release,
every moist lick made her legs twitch and toes numb. She could have cried it
felt so good. Willing her arms to obey her again even though all they wanted to
do was push his head closer, she shakily sat up and pulled him up to her before
assaulting his mouth with as much force as she could muster. She could taste
herself on his lips, could feel the heat of his body, and kneeling as he was
she could feel his bulge pressing against her wet core.

While still mind-numbingly
content from release, a very prominent part of her was still screaming for him,
wanting him in a way only a woman could. She could feel his desire hard against
her own, and carefully undid the button to his pants.

�I need you, now.� Not want, need. She
needed him inside her, to make her his and him hers. He nodded, his eye dark
with lust and love, and stood to remove the last obstacle between them. She
drank in his nudity, revealing a lower body just as powerful as the torso
attached to it. Though she couldn�t help but be slightly intimidated by his
impressive size, her instincts surprised her by making her body even hotter.
God help her, she needed him, and badly.

Her heart was beating wildly in
her chest as she moved to lie down and he followed, like a blanket of muscle
over her feminine body. Thanks to his inhuman training he was able to support
himself comfortably with only one hand, but nonetheless she could see the
strain on his muscles as he fought to keep himself over her without crushing
her. In a fit of uncharacteristic playfulness she smiled at him before winding
a leg behind his waist and flipping their positions, rubbing her wetness rather
intimately against his throbbing erection. They both gave a rather needy moan
at the sudden contact, and he pushed his upper body up to kiss her hungrily.

By now they were both covered in
a fine sheen of sweat, and breaking off the kiss no matter how much she wanted
it to continue, she carefully positioned herself over his manhood. The flesh
was hot against her hand, pulsing to the tune of his heart, and she shivered
when the tip rubbed her overly-sensitive clit before she aligned them
correctly. His eyes were soft and loving as she looked down at him while he
looked up at her, and she had never felt surer. Holding her breath, she slowly
lowered herself, gasping at the wonderful feeling of penetration as he pushed
past her folds and made her short of breath. She couldn�t believe only the tip
was in, she could already feel the fullness assaulting her system. The nerves
he hit sent sparks to her eyes, but then she felt his length hit something
within her that wasn�t entirely pleasant.

Inwardly she frowned. She had
almost hoped that all her years of physical exertion and incomparable
flexibility had rid her of her hymen. She knew from stories told that it was
supposed to hurt, and from the look in his eyes when they felt it, she could tell he
knew as well. He was always worried about her even though she was a captain,
she knew that, and the thought brought a tender smile to her face. She wanted
to give him this, it was what her body and heart cried out for, and so she
braced herself for the pain and sunk down carefully.

She bit her lower lip and
clenched her eyes shut as the pain hit. She had been punched, tossed, kicked,
bit, slashed, hacked, burned, and hit, yet none of them could compare to the
feeling of something inside her breaking. It was a sharp pain that she had no
training against, but it soon turned into a dull discomfort at the feeling of
more of him inside her. It had hurt a lot more than she had expected, but
thankfully the aftershocks of her orgasm had made the pain lessen a lot faster
too.

The sting of bliss was starting,
she could feel it under the overwhelming fullness still prominent as her inner
muscles gave way to his girth. She sank lower, gasping as he went even deeper,
rubbing fresh nerves that obliterated any remnant of pain she might have been
feeling. She couldn�t compare it to anything she had ever felt before, and it
felt like she could only gasp for air when she was finally flush against him.
She had never felt so full before, so insanely good before, and when she rocked her hips experimentally stars shot
in front of her eyes as Gwydion groaned heavily. He had done his best to keep
quiet and still as she adjusted to his size, but damn if she wasn�t the most
erotic thing he had ever seen.

Her mind went blank when she
rolled her hips again in a frictionless swipe of the two sweaty bodies and the
pleasure took over her body. Any self-control he might have had left was
discarded as well when she started raising herself up and bouncing down onto
his length with the full force of her body weight behind her, pushing him as
deep as she possibly could.

Even in the haze of ecstasy she
still smothered her moans, sounds like pleased hums escaping her every time he
bottomed out and made her vision swim. She wasn�t used to making noise, she
didn�t even cry out when she was stabbed, it was her in her nature to try and
hide the noise her body instinctively wanted her to make. Watching her breasts
bounce as she rocked them together and her face scrunched up in bliss pushed at
all of his restraint, but he wouldn�t let go before her. He thrust up into her
harshly and she couldn�t hold her cries in anymore. A strangled moan so pleased
she could hardly believe it came from her broke past her control and they only
continued in the assault that followed.

She fell forward with her hands
on either side of his head as she clenched her teeth from the explosive
shockwaves that fired through her every time their hips met. Her breasts
dangled in front of him invitingly as she strove to meet his movements, and she
cried out when he unexpectedly sucked a nipple into his eager mouth as he kneaded
her other breast, pushing her that much closer to the edge. Her cries were
increasing in volume and length as they joined their bodies forcefully, for the
assassin unaccustomed to anything but pain the pleasure was almost too much for
her to handle.

It felt incredible, to feel
something so foreign within her. It took her breath away every time he thrust
into her and she couldn�t stop her moans when she thrust back. To feel so full
and empty, stroking nerves never before used with ever-increasing force. It was
like she never wanted to let him go, and she could feel her inner walls pull
back with him in the same sentiment. He was never idle, and both his hand and
mouth were assaulting different erogenous zones, sending so many different
signals to her brain it felt like all she could do was drown in the ecstasy
consuming her. He filled her so completely it made her lightheaded, and she
could only cry his name as she felt the abyss close in.

He knew he wasn�t going to last
much longer, there was no way he could. They were both very flexible, and able
to put a lot of strength into every movement whatever the position. She was so
warm, wet, and tight pulling out of her made his teeth clench. His body was
overloaded with pleasure, and he could tell from the look on her face and the
contractions of her muscles around him that she was feeling the same. His
muscles felt like they were going numb from bliss and every one of her cries
spurred him on harder. She looked absolutely breathtaking, flushed and panting
as they made love. Seeing the normally scowling, stony woman completely lost to
passion was a sight to behold, and when his name passed her beautiful lips he
knew he couldn�t hold out. He couldn�t resist those lips, and leaned up to kiss
her as hard as he could while he rubbed her clitoris between his fingers.

Her scream was so loud it broke
their kiss, and they both tensed simultaneously as their orgasms tore through
them. Her inner muscles tightened almost painfully around him as her climax
rippled her muscles sporadically, and he moaned in relief as his control was
lost and he released inside her, a wet heat against her insides that made her
hum contently as they rode out the effects.

She collapsed on top of him,
sweaty and smiling as they panted together with him still inside her. �Wow��
She was smiling and nearly laughing in her labored breaths, her eyes so full of
happiness as she looked up at him it was hard to make the connection between
her and the Second Division captain she usually portrayed.

He smiled back lovingly as he
stroked back her slick hair. �That was amazing.�

Her smile never faded as her
steel-grey eyes shone. �I love you Gwydion.�

There was no way he couldn�t
smile back, and Soi-Fong gasped sharply when she felt the hard erection inside
her get even harder. Before she could do anything he had flipped them over just
like she had, easily holding himself over her with his one hand as he rocked
himself into her. �I love you too, Soi-Fong.�

There was no way he was done
after just one round, and her radiant smile told him neither was she.

~~~~~~~~~~

Author�s Notes: I�D REALLY LIKE PEOPLE TO READ THESE. IMPORTANT
NOTES BELOW. Hey, sorry for the wait. I�ll be honest when I say I probably
spent the first week after the last chapter was posted brooding over the
reviews. On that note, I have to thank the people that reviewed!

Toast, thanks for telling me what
you think! I took your advice and shut that little thing off so now
non-registered users can review now too. Still, thanks for making the profile
to review, that made me happy!

Yansuke, haven�t heard from you
in a while, so I was glad to see your encouragement again!

And Gatita, wow, where to start?
Thank you SO much for the incredibly awesome review, I love your in-depth look
and yet it was all encouragement! I love that, thank you so much! Getting into
it all would take way too long, but I honestly can�t thank you enough!

JHH, yes, I know. I did emphasize his musculature quite
often if you�ll remember right, I just chose to focus more on his flexibility
for his fighting. The gymnast thing was more of a synonym anyway, I was trying
to focus more on his acrobatic ability, but nonetheless, I�m sticking with
flexible, but of course he�s strong.

Moonymuch, your encouragement is
always awesome and I thank you so much for keeping my spirits up every chapter!

Agoraphobe: thanks for another
review! I am trying really hard to keep them in character while taking into
account the time skip and the further development that happened therein. With
this chapter more change has taken place, but I still think I kept it
believable for everything I�ve had them go through.

IMPORTANT NOTES BEGIN HERE
(Explanations).

Hookay, Watcher�and anyone else
that may share Watcher�s views. I�m sorry Kaien came off a bit girly, but I
didn�t think so. It all seemed natural to me, because though he grew up with some
guys, most of his best friends were girls. I had the same experience, so
talking to women in a friendly manner isn�t that hard. I still think nothing
about it was OOC for him. As for Oomaeda, yeah, he may have been a bit
suicidal, but I don�t like him, and to me it was in character for him. And for the
slight OOCness for Soi and Gwydion, well, there had just been a huge timeskip,
and besides, if I were Gwydion, having a little possessiveness over a woman
like Soi-Fong seems realistic to me, as does annoying/hurting anyone that may
be rude to her.

Now, onto the really important
part. I realize Gwydion may have seemed a bit overpowered to you, but if you
had read closely, I was trying the entire chapter to get across why he was
doing so well. If you�ll remember, in this universe Tatsuki and Ichigo may be
mid-forties, maybe early fifties by now (sorry, I don�t like getting into the
math), however, I�ve made Gwydion significantly older�for a reason!! I�m getting sick and tired of the Bleachverse and
their terminal Dragonball syndrome!! There�s only a few captain�s that rely on
skill, everyone else that has all this damn power seems to think that reiatsu
makes up for everything!! (Eh tu, Ulquiorra? *rolls eyes*)

Notice how long Gwydion lasted
against Tatsuki�s Hollow power? The length was pushing it, but I made it so
short to get the point across that he wasn�t merely fighting her strength
against strength!! I�ve given him a huge enough disadvantage already, I thought hundreds of years of training could
make up for that!! No matter how much talent Tatsuki has, it�s just not
possible. And by the way, I think I was justified in making Ichigo as strong as
I have. For how he�s written in the Bleach manga, this fight against Ulquiorra
is�forgive my French�a load of BS.

That�s what I like about Naruto
compared to Bleach. At least in Naruto they have to train to get stronger, it�s
been like that the entire series, but in Bleach they�ve thrown that away (except
for maybe the Bankai training, but really: three days? Whoop-de-doo!) and just
BAM, you�re stronger after this fight for some reason! I WAS trying t emphasize
the long lost thought of SKILL into the Bleach universe.

One final note, I really
appreciate your encouragement Watcher, but your dislikes are always so highly
emphasized I have trouble focusing on the good. I won't delete your last
review because I normally appreciate your reviews. I don�t mind your requests, it gives me more to think about, but I didn�t need something about ruining stories emphasized so boldly.
I�m sorry, it just made me feel like you were saying my other story was ruined,
and that really put me off. You�ve been a great reviewer who�s kept me on my
toes, but I don�t need that. I really
don�t.

(EDIT FOR WATCHER:) I read your latest review, and couldn't hold off my apology. I have a penchant for reading too far into things, and I'm a bit sensitive about my writing. Sometimes I'd feel it would be easier to just e-mail you an apology for some of what I've complained about, LOL. But, seeing as how I can't, this' my best option. Hope I didn't offend you too much if I did. On a side note, I haven't read your story yet (sorry), but what I mean to say is I haven't stolen anything from you, so I hope you don't think I have. I would ask if I did feel any inclination to use something from someone else's story.

So, I really hope to see everyone�s
input, but I felt the need to explain some things. I know overpowering isn�t
good, so I wanted to tell you all. I know you guys aren�t the ones writing this
story, so I apologize when I haven�t made everything clear enough in the story
itself to ward off confusion.

Thank you everyone for your
continued input, hope you R&R, and most of all I hope you enjoyed the
chapter!
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