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A/N:Words in
Italics denotes personal thoughts. Possible ellipse abuse.

And now, what was the scene a few months back, that resulted
in a little discussion in the gardens previously?

Intermission

Wandering
down the corridor while clutching a thick novel with one hand, Byakuya crossed
to the small table where a bunch of purple grapes lay in a leaf-shaped
porcelain bowl. Plucking one, he studied the plump globe glistening with
moisture, hinting at refreshing juiciness once tasted. Then he glanced back at
the latest reading material.

Yoruichi
had a knack for finding odd fascinations. This book came from the human world,
and had pictures of funny-looking people in weird clothing to accompany the
text. Interesting though, about a princess----from some unknown place called
Arabia----who told all sorts of stories to try and save fellow women. A
thousand and one nights of inventiveness? It sounded impossibly daunting and
although he would not admit it, he was hooked by this-this Scezera-Sheheza�
damn the ridiculously long name� Scheherazade�s tales. Reminded him somewhat of
his wife, though. Speaking of which, where was the impish woman he�d married a
month ago?

Brow
wrinkling slightly, he looked out through a large, circular embrasure scalloped
with rust-coloured marble tiles and into the relatively small side garden.
Feathery fronds lazily tickled the edges of their boundaries. The lone cluster
of trees he liked to look at reminded him of a family, judging by their close
proximity and manner in which trunks were bent, as if huddling together. A
fetching blend of green, brown and snowy whit- Swaying what?

The grape
was forgotten.

Mouth
partially agape, his ideas about strange and unappealing clothing was
drastically reversed. He was hyponotised by undulating sinuousness doing a
slow, sensuous dance while turning to face him, both palms pressed together
above her head as if pointing to the sky. Drinking in the visual provocation of
gauzy silk concealing but not masking the curves of her breasts, her smooth
shoulders and navel were left bare. White billowy pants hung from slim hips.

Watching
the precarious rise and fall of feather-thin cloth on skin with every sway of
her hips, he could not properly complete a single thought. The gleaming allure
of brown skin with a seductive sheen, blessed by the afternoon sun� at other
times it had been slippery with perspiration as she arched beneath him,
savouring the salt-tinged pleasure of their unrestrained desire- What looked
like a tiny ornamental dagger extended from the small, jewel-encrusted bauble
on her belly button, dangling to point towards-

He had not
yet exhaled. Forcing his gaze further upwards and away from the distracting
sight, travelling higher until- She had leaned forward slightly. A flirtatious
smile adorned those lips. Slightly bitten, gleaming subtly as if they had been
licked, begging to be kissed... they parted to reveal a purple globe between
white teeth. Tilting her chin up as if in supplication, she swallowed the
luscious fruit but the rapturous expression crossing her face... as if she was
reacting to something far more intimate� a sharp jolt of desire immobilized
him.

A bout of
raucous, husky sweetness reached his ears as she started laughing.

Sauntering
towards him and taking her time, Yoruichi was veritably amused. Her husband was
still holding the uneaten grape as if he�d forgotten what to do with it. So
fixed, so still... so attentive. Belly-dancing was attractive after all. Scratchy
softness from the end of the white-and-gold scarf that hid coiled hair brushed
his hand, as she took the neglected fruit from unmoving fingers. She wouldn't
tease him. Eyelids fluttering downwards as if in a dream, the lone grape was
offered up to him� with her mouth.

As if in a
daze, he lowered his head. Bending to take the grape from between her teeth
with his own, their lips briefly contacted as he swallowed it. The expression
on her face altered into mild worry. Murmuring and fingers stroking the air as
if caressing his cheek and forehead to wipe off sweat but not touching him, her
wistful tone was filled with wonder.

"You
swallowed without chewing. What if a tree grows out of your ears and nose and
mouth?"

Mischievously
flicking the long end of the tasselled scarf in his face, her departure was
halted by a hand clamping about her wrist. Yanking the temptress against him,
one sharp tug tore loose the flimsy cloth binding her hair. Her book lay
abandoned on the table. He�d had all the taunting he could take. Capturing her
mouth with his, cool fingers entangled in the unravelled mass of wavy hair... he
wanted to re-assert his marital rights immediately on the spot. Need was so
strong that it burned. Reciprocation in the form of wicked passion and inviting
contours moulded against his body wasn't helping.

A second
scarf fluttered down to join the first one pooled on the ground.

"N-no... stop... servants..."

Damn her. He would exact revenge.

Abruptly
scooping her up until she was bundled over one shoulder, he strode down the
rest of the corridor. An outraged shout echoed throughout the entire east wing
of the mansion.

"PUT ME
DOW-"

A hard,
warning slap to her rump was his response, along with what could have passed
for quietly menacing humour.

�Don�t push
it.�

Muffled
thudding sounds grew louder as a group of servants and guards came running
around the corner. They froze. If it were anyone else, the incongruous sight of
a man bearing a half-naked woman (her arms crossed) like a sack of rice might
have been funny. As it was their master, his aloof, imperious attitude coupled
with formidable spiritual pressure made it seem... normal. Like it was something
that happened everyday, although the intimidating aura and fixed line of
compressed lips spoke otherwise.

Icy
attention rested on them. Breaking into a cold sweat, parting to make way and
bowing until they were bent over three-quarters of the way down, everybody else
did not dare to look up until it was certain he was gone. Nobody knew what to
say to another, although the gossip this time would be scandalously juicy. Not
to mention the results of any fool daring to eavesdrop on the master bedroom in
five minutes time.

"I-I think
he�s t-thawing."

The speaker
got a reprimanding slap around the head.

"Don't say
it here! In the meantime, Kuchiki-dono's forgotten something.�

Keeping an
eye on the departing people while hidden among leafy boughs, Abarai Renji
remained crouched while absently rubbing the frame of his visor. What he had
seen... he didn't know what to say. Wanting to find Rukia and ask her to go visit
Hinamori with him, this had been an unexpected turn-on.

He didn't
know whom he wanted more, the man or the woman.

Damn
Kuchiki-taichou. Damn Yoruichi-san. Damn my undecided longing. Renji needed a cold shower and hot sake.

*******

Dishevelled
purple sheaves sprawled across rumpled sheets, her knuckles skimmed over sleek
muscle as he moved lower. She could not get enough of him, once they started
giving in to each other after their little games. This gave her time to catch
her breath- A gasp was barely stifled, as his mouth closed over one nipple and
began sucking hard on it while pale fingers stole over her belly to head
downwards.

His lips,
his hands, his surety� She could not think. She could not breathe. Only react
like a mindless beast of desire, needing again the frank appreciation of her
entirety as he re-established what they could never stop wanting. If he was the
musician, she was his instrument that he could manipulate flawlessly while
becoming hopelessly entangled...

Reflexively
opening her legs for him, she granted him entry that he was jealously
possessive over. Woe would betide the man who infringed on his territory.
Kuchiki Yoruichi knew better than anyone, how protective her husband could be.
A drunk Kyouraku Syunsui had accidentally given her derriere a friendly pat
with his drinking flask two nights ago. Despite her attempts at pacifying, were
it not for an overly apologetic Nanao and Juushiro interfering, Byakuya would
have ensured the removal of his head with Senbonzakura.

Brushing
cool stickiness streaking quivering inner thighs from the first time they had
sex this afternoon, he heard the catch in her breath as his inserted fingers
induced gradually increasing dampness. She was amazingly responsive, and always
ready for him... like the time they'd just entered this room.

On slamming
shut the door, an enraged spouse had been about to punch him for 'manhandling
her'. Intercepting her fist, he'd proceeded to continue where they'd left off.
Besides, there were more enticing things to do with her mouth than shouting...
like kissing.

Feeling the
naked warmth of her body as he pushed loose pants off her hips, her slender
fingers undoing knots, delving between seams, ripping cloth... maddening him further
as he pressed her against the wall. That knowing laughter was infuriating.

Lifting her up, he forcefully penetrated
tempting softness with natural resistance, listening to husky amusement morph
into shallow breathing. Both couldn�t restrain a drawn-out groan at the
merging of heated flesh. She had teetered on tiptoe due to their height differences, until he wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust deeply, thrust right into her compressively moist core. Inhaling the earthy fragrance of her skin, sinfully wicked friction was established between their combined bodies. The feel of nails dragging down
his back as she pulled him closer, inclining so fervently against him, head
thrown back, as seeking lips betrayed growing ecstasy...

Then they
were dissolving in a sea of disembodied bliss. Satisfaction was the death of
desire, but thankfully it was fleeting. Re-evoking sexual urges was not
difficult, like what he was doing now...

She needed
him so badly that it ached. Writhing restlessly, she bucked her hips against
his hand. Shakily uttering his name, the wanton press of her limbs against his
further belied the lie in her words.

�I hate
you-�

Murmuring
reverently against the dusky softness of her throat, skilled fingers were
replaced with the fullness of his arousal. Enjoying the soft whimpers that
became one long, shuddering moan, as he immersed every stiff inch while
relishing biological differences between the genders...

"I-I know.
Y-you hate me as much as I hate youuuu......"

Gripping
her hips, he began initiating the familiar tempo that she craved. Broken
repetitions of his name, tumbling out from dry lips was music to his ears.
Tantalisingly slick pressure welcoming his penetrations, the wilful press of
unresisting flesh against his was all he needed to up the speed.

"Yes... no... please... ohhhh..."

She was almost sobbing in relief at the sinfully luscious merging of their bodies. Reassuring heaviness of
his sweat-drenched body riding atop hers felt so good, as his thick cock pushed
in and out of her. Further parting her legs to grant him deeper access, wild
abandon consumed her as she met him, thrust for thrust... Losing herself in the
heady mixture of lust and love as his mouth covered hers, muffling their cries
and providing dizzying distraction.

The way she
unabashedly rubbed against him, non-verbal demand and plea for an end as they
moved together� the build-up of delightful torment had reached its threshold. Crushing
her against him, he shoved himself into her as far as he could go one last
time.

Then she
was losing herself in the heady mixture of lust and love as his mouth covered
hers, muffling their cries and providing dizzying distraction.

Another one
of numerous journeys that they sojourned in together; from flying, to floating,
to finally recovering the senses while staying in one spot...

Lazy,
hesitant, close-mouthed kisses between the couple further sweetened this
restful moment. The closeness of his presence was all she wanted, something she
would not mind having. Forever.

�I don�t
hate you.�

Mussed hair spilled across his right shoulder
as her left hand slipped beneath his chin, inducing him to look at her. His
reply was just as serious.

"I know."

A bit of
light-hearted sentiment was injected into the restful atmosphere.

"Besides, I
test the waters from time to time. It lets me know when you'll want to be rid of
me-"

He pulled
her towards him even as she snuggled closer, until he could see the fine lines
of each eyelash. Yellow met black and stayed. The deep affection evident in his
countenance was mesmerizing.

"I'll never
tire of you. I..."

To see the
blossoming curve of that irresistible joy... the sweetness of her lips against
his was soothingly invigorating. Cupping her face, returning the heart-warming
gesture with usually hidden tenderness, chapped lips curved into a smile. There
was something he wanted to tell his wife.

"I love you."

Purple
strands tickled his shoulders and arms, as Yoruichi looked down at the man
beneath her. A finger lightly poked the tip of his nose, and was accompanied by
mock annoyance.

"What took
you so long?! I nearly ran out of patience!"

That
elicited a husky chuckle from him.

"But jokes
aside, I love you. Just that I'll express it differently for now..." she whispered.
Then she was gone from his line of sight. Feeling the giveaway play of her
fingers over his stomach as her breath warmed his thighs, Byakuya groaned.

To be so
blessed... fate was truly kind. And he
would not mind spending all his tomorrows with her. Always.

Then
everything else was forgotten, as they were both caught up again in Today.

0o--------------------o0

Next up: Part deux--- Sunset
- 16
- 17
- 18
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