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Left Behind But Not Forgotten	By : Polymer Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 5127 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo and Shonen Jump own Bleach, I don't. I make no money from the writing of this fanfiction story.

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Early on Saturday, Tatsuki lay next to Ryuuken in bed, curled up in the blankets and snuggled up to him for warmth. His arm still held her to him, knees spooned into her back. She barely wanted to wake up, but the bleeping alarm drilled its way into her eardrums. Lengthening hair lay past her cheek on her pillow. She slowly turned over and looked at him simply blinking at her past his own disheveled fringe of hair.
“Do I HAVE to get up,” she mumbled letting the blankets fall from around her shoulders. “I know it’s silly to ask since I’ve only got work today since its Saturday.”
Even on Saturdays Tatsuki rarely slept in. Usually she did the crossword, ate a nice leisurely breakfast, and then went to kick the crap out of a training bag before putting her students through their paces at the dojo. As she tracked through her mind, she remembered that she had only five lessons today. The possibility of a good deal of extra-unblocked time seemed rather daunting. Perhaps it was one of the reasons she figured it didn’t hurt to creep into Ryuuken’s apartment regardless of what happened. Either way she could sleep in.
Relishing the hand rubbing his chest through his pajamas Ryuuken sat up and bent down to kiss her. “I’m not writing you a doctor’s note to excuse you young lady.”
“God forbid I abuse your authority,” she snickered, sliding out of bed. In two days, her parents returned, and she was no closer to finding out a way to tell them about Ryuuken. However, now that he had planted the seed about his intentions towards her she was not sure of just what would await her.
“Mmm,” he murmured as he saw her taking one of his shirts and buttoning it around her in lieu of a robe.
“Going to start the coffee machine and something to eat,” she said. “You can have the shower first…”
“Young lady, there’s hardly any obligation…”
“Just shut up and let me do this,” Tatsuki said as she rolled her eyes. Ryuuken slipped on his glasses and resisted the smirk.
“Do what you want,” he answered dismissively but neither of them took the words in a negative way. Already Tatsuki padded out into the extensive kitchen with black cabinets and steel and tile countertops. It only took a few minutes to set up the coffeemaker and then fill the rice cooker so it was ready for breakfast. Even though both of them technically could spend extra time in bed, both were such creatures of habit and early risers that they preferred to follow such rituals. Perhaps because they were safer than bringing up the subject of last night.
Retreating to the en suite bathroom, she noticed that her fiancee had already collected their discarded clothes from the night before. She hunted for her own toiletry items stashed in the overnight bag to the left so she could take a quick shower and get ready. The sound of the shower door opening caught her attention as Ryuuken stepped out with wet hair plastered to his head. It was a shade darker, almost iron in intensity. He motioned to her. “I kept the shower running…”
“Thanks… coffee’s on,” she said and moved over to kiss him. The taste of mint obscured nicotine and she entered the shower after she unbuttoned his shirt to hang it up. Faintly through the noise of the shower, she heard his electric shaver and then sensed he was already in the bedroom.
Mere fifteen minutes later she toweled off her hair and wore a sarong with another towel stepping into the bedroom. As she let the towel fall from her vision, she saw him standing facing the floor length mirror already buttoning up a blue shirt. A matching ivory colored blazer hung on a hanger neatly pressed, matching the tailored pants held up with a thin leather belt.
She crept up behind him and poked her head around his should to see him knotting one of his light blue patterned silk ties. Midway through slipping on the double-breasted jacket, she moved her arms around behind him and helped him button it up.
He immediately turned around and caught her up in a surprise kiss. More of the spearmint flavor rolled from his tongue to hers, accompanied with a bitter tang. Bare hands pressed to the soft rich fabric she was worried about getting it wet. Ryuuken’s lack of concern for his clothing surprised her yet again as he pulled her tightly so her body pressed right into his.
“Ry…” she got out as his kisses intensified, feeling the buttons from his double breasted jacket pressing directly to her bare skin.
“Tatsuki,” he mumbled in that low and sexy voice, his arms wrapped around her.
“Uh… my towel,’ she whispered, still feeling a bit nervous in daylight even though they’d seen each other naked.
“Is on the floor, I am aware,” he murmured nuzzling her ear. “And your preoccupation with covering your modesty presently is unnecessary.”
Tatsuki felt her skin inflame and was sure she was bright pink but Ryuuken’s dark eyes looked down at her with fond appreciation, as she wasn’t a specimen but something to be admired. Naked in front of him she shivered but relaxed at his soft kiss and hand running down her back. All the various textures of fabric rubbed deliciously on each square inch.
“It’s just I feel weird…” she mumbled.
“Nonsense,” he chuffed. “No one can see you in here except me, and I find the view quite satisfactory.”
“You like having a naked woman in your arms you pervert,” she said with a nervous chuckle. Now the pink coloring Ryuuken’s cheeks amused her.
“Ridiculous,” he murmured awkwardly.
However, he did not refuse the soft kiss she pressed to his lips. Or her hands sliding along his ribs through his outer jacket. Both his hands slid to her backside now and cupped it so her front rubbed even more tantalizingly on his clothing. Through the soft caresses on her back and skin and a warm set of lips teasing at hers she soon almost forgot her state of undress. Further into her mouth his tongue encroached at the same she clenched his rear. She did not argue or pull away from the firm lip press or exploration of her mouth by a balance of firmness and warmth causing her toes to curl.
Nor did she surface for breath instead inhaling quick breaths through her nostrils. All of a sudden, the wave of heat surging through Tatsuki made her glad she was free from constricting clothes. Especially when the Quincy lifted her up effortlessly and carried her into the living room. Beneath her back pressed the soft leather of one of his black sofas. She parted her legs so he could rest between them and lay atop her, knowing that he would most likely be late to work.
One of his hands braced himself up off her by resting on the sofa back. His other busied itself tangling in her soft brown hair. It then snaked down her body caressing a path to her belly and below. As if targeting her growing itch his long fingers intruded into her opening. Steady pushes in and out dragged right over her sensitive clit each time. Tatsuki rolled her head back as she panted in time to his ministrations.
“Don’t you have to work?” she queried.
“This Saturday’s the assistant director’s turn to cover. I have no obligations till ten, unless you have any that…” he murmured.
“Not that I’m ahh… complaining but… you’re already dressed,” she observed, aware of the thin gauze curtains barely covering the open blinds in the sitting room.
“Another fact I’m well aware of,” he rumbled, adding a third finger to his activity that made her bite back a yelp.
“Since you’re playing dirty,” she whispered, grinning at him.
His slight hiss and barely suppressed moan caused her to giggle. His widened eyes glanced down towards her hand rubbing over the now prominent bulge in his dress pants. The sudden squeeze she gave him resulted in sharp smooth jabs with his fingers into her interior. Fortunately with enough force not to hurt but to tease her more. Unable to wait Tatsuki wriggled her fingers towards his belt so she could unfasten it. Dress slacks slid down just enough to reveal what vital regions of skin were necessary for maximum contact. While most may think it was a dominant position Tatsuki saw it otherwise. Especially since his eyes were riveted to every inch of her nude body that he could see and caress with his hands. A bit of sweat collected on Ryuuken’s brow plastering some of the silver hair to his forehead that hung down before his eyes. One of her hands glided along the underside of his anatomy, fingers wrapping around as much as they could. The hands of a warrior, and a fighter that knew exactly the amount of tension he liked.
Taking the initiative, she lifted her ankles and loosely crossed them behind his back feeling the cloth of his blazer on her inner calves. Now the Quincy rested most of his weight on his knees, so he could dip his head down and seize an erect nipple between his teeth. At the same time, his fabric brushed her belly and fingers thrust their deepest inside. Tatsuki retaliated thumbing the tip of his shaft, tickling along the seam beneath it with a light touch. He traced his tongue along the sensitive nub of flesh while his hot breath surged against it.
Beneath the tail of his shirt, Tatsuki slipped her other hand to rub his toned abdomen. Fingers followed the trail of dark hair suggesting something else had made him prematurely white up top. Some might even consider the gentle positioning of his tip against her opening the prelude to another round of plain vanilla sex, but Tatsuki and Ryuuken both knew what they wanted, and did not want. Almost an instinctive and unspoken understanding of blue eyes locked into brown as he lifted his head from her slightly swollen breasts his fingers took charge of stimulating.
Her hips angled upwards into position wet and ready. He braced one hand next to her head and thrust gently inside. The end of his tie slipped out from his jacket and dangled in Tatsuki’s face causing her to writhe a bit.
“Stupid thing,” she mumbled, pushing it to the side. Two hard thrusts from Ryuuken captivated her attention. She slid her hand up his sleeve and grabbed his hair, pulling on it tightly. Her other curled around his shoulder at the same time her legs embraced him from below and tried to hold him still inside.
An amused chortle surfaced from between his smirking lips. She answered it with her own grin, and shifted the slightest bit. He retaliated with another hard thrust. It became a fierce competition to see which one could hold out the longest before climaxing. He slid his hands under her back and lifted her so he could cradle her beneath him while pumping in and out of her body. She dragged his face to hers and slipped her tongue past his lips only to feel his own mouth devouring hers hungrily.

***
Not far away two teenagers held hands tentatively on their way towards the same apartment. Orihime added a bit of spring in her step trying to take two steps for every one of Ishida’s longer legged stride. He wondered just why and what had convinced her to insist on dropping in on the family apartment. Now sensing the presence of two reiatsu, one suspiciously shielded, he stopped.
Orihime peered at his deep blue eyes staring into another dimension, that of spirit. She knew the probing look on his face well. “Ishida kun?”
“I think this is a very unwise idea, Orihime san,” Ishida mumbled pulling them both to a stop.
“But you wanted to drop in and get the rest of your belongings didn’t you?” Orihime asked him.
“Yes but…” Ishida said hesitantly. “Perhaps we should wait a bit?”
Noticing there was a donut shop; Orihime tugged him by the hand. “Why don’t we pick them up a treat?”
Blushing full force Ishida realized she too guessed the identity of the other person in his father’s apartment. He did not argue and let her take him eagerly by the hand.

***
“Oh gods… Ryuuken… I’m…” Tatsuki stammered out. She seized handfuls of his hair tugging hard on it. Softly he kissed her and thrust his deepest yet. In his arms, she shivered and shook just moments before he too released.
That last deep kiss seemed to rob oxygen from her brain though she was grateful it muffled her cries and his. Atop her, he collapsed still mostly clothed. Nose close to his ear she felt the evidence of his sweat and felt his breaths fanning her neck. His arms wound around her tightly as if afraid she would leave. Not that she easily could with him pinning her down though she could have pushed him up and off her if she wanted to.
He sat up moments later and looked down at her puzzled face. The annoyance and distance she read there belied his arms tightening around her as he sat up and pulled her to sit on his lap. For a few minutes Tatsuki rested her head against his shoulder to catch her breath. She blinked when she realized it was Orihime’s spirit energy she sensed outside.
“Great, just terrific,” she groaned. “Why’s she outside?”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it,” Ryuuken mumbled. Tatsuki struggled to separate them with his help. He unbuttoned his jacket and shed it so he could drape it over her shoulders.

She groaned from the steady drip of their mingled essence and Ryuuken passed her his pocket-handkerchief with an apology on his face. “The carpet…”
“Can be cleaned,” Ryuuken mumbled with a wave of his hand. “Just take your time and freshen up. Whatever that son of mine wants I’ll try to get rid of him quickly.”
“But Orihime’s also here!” Tatsuki said in a hiss. Ryuuken helped steady her on her feet and walk her back to the en suite bathroom. Soberly he realized that he was responsible for her slight limp she would no doubt recover from quickly.
“And that’s a problem why exactly?” Ryuuken asked as if it were no big deal. “She knows we are in a relationship so what concern is it to her except that it’s expected you would spend time here?”
“That’s NOT the point,” Tatsuki mumbled with a blush on her face.
Not wanting to argue right now to further spoil the afterglow, Ryuuken mumbled, “Then what is your point?”
“I don’t know… I just feel awkward,” she admitted, disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door behind her.
Ryuuken processed what she said and mumbled, “I was remiss in my misunderstanding. Naturally you would feel reservations considering your best friend is outside and we engaged in passionate intercourse on the sofa in broad daylight.”
“Gods Ryuuken, can’t you just say we had sex? You sound so damn clinical!” Tatsuki shouted from inside the room.
Blinking Ryuuken tried to process what she just said. He quickly moved about changing his clothes into something a bit more presentable. It had been the spur of the moment where his emotions swept him away and he did not regret his hasty actions. No doubt if Isshin found out about this, he would be teased mercilessly to no end.
***

He was not surprised to hear the knock at his front door ten minutes later. Thankfully, Uryuu had a good enough sense of timing to avoid awkward situations. Sliding back the deadbolts, he opened the door on his son standing next to Orihime. Across her face spread an awkward smile accompanied by half closed eyes. The disarming grin melted his icy demeanor at least enough for him to bow his head slightly to her in greeting.
“Inoue san, good morning,” he said, but turned to his son and murmured, “Uryuu.”
“Morning Ryuuken. I trust I haven’t interrupted anything important?” his son answered pushing up his glasses. The equally frosty gaze father and son bestowed on each other unnerved Orihime enough to continue her disarming goofy smile.
“Considering the fact you still possess your own keys to this apartment you could have entered on your own volition at any time,” Ryuuken murmured pushing the door open further. Clutching Orihime’s hand Uryuu urged her through the door after him. She watched the careful way he removed his shoes along with the methodic way he almost tiptoed through the neatly arranged living room, though he stopped short just inside.
She wondered if Uryuu memorized the location of each piece of furniture or if he was just acting as if he did out of ingrained habit. Surely, it looked neat and clean, but far less pristine and spotless than Uryuu described to her. Uryuu’s eyes narrowed the slightest bit. “I see you’ve changed things a bit?”
“Not as if you’re here often enough to remember everything clearly,” his father shot back. Orihime almost winced at the verbal banter.
The next voice quelled Orihime’s squirming stomach when it said, “Oi, Ryuuken san, are you going to come invite them in for breakfast or not?”
Out of the back hallway strode Tatsuki, clipping her growing hair back with a silver barrette. Already it reached her shoulders and neck since she let it grow out. Her casual jeans and button up shirt worn over a colorful t-shirt added new colors to a once limited palate of blue, silver, black, and ivory. Seeing Orihime, she smiled broadly. “Orihime, how are you?”
“Tatsuki chan!” Orihime giggled, moving over to hug her friend. “I brought cakes! From the shop I work at!”
For a moment, Tatsuki forced a smile to her face though her eyes showed a bit of revulsion. Almost ignored father and son continued their staring match until Tatsuki grabbed the bag Orihime handed her and shoved it at Ryuuken. “Here, could you take these to the kitchen?”
“I already started coffee,” he mumbled turning to her.
“Any tea?” Orihime asked, urging Uryuu in front of her as she closed the door and effectively cut off his only escape. A long awkward pause passed between father and son to hear the noise in what was usually a silent tense apartment.
Rituals of nearly a decade shattered in seconds with the change in dynamic. However, Tatsuki’s presence had already made a significant mark. Things were not so regimentally arranged in neat patterns. More casually tossed into a comfortable way. Such as in the manner that she and Ryuuken were placing two additional plates at the breakfast table.
“What a lovely domestic scene,” Uryuu mumbled under his breath.
“Uryuu kun,” whispered Orihime, tugging at his hand with a pleading look in her eyes.
“As I said before…” Ryuuken began but Tatsuki grabbed him by the arms and maneuvered him towards the coffee machine.
“Don’t just stand there, sit down will you? I’m not going to keep this warm forever,” Tatsuki grumbled.
Uryuu bit back the chuckle in his throat at how easily Tatsuki pushed his father around. It was both comical and endearing even though it was quite awkward. All previous reasons for their visit vanished in the wake of breakfast set out before Uryuu and Orihime. Since when could Tatsuki make half of these dishes unless Orihime guessed her mother had trained her?
“Ryuuken cooks, I sew,” Uryuu whispered to her. Orihime’s eyes widened at this. She never imagined her boyfriend’s father as a gourmand.
“Maybe he’d like to try some Tabasco sauce and honey on those omelets?” she whispered. Other ingredients she whispered in his ear prompted him to turn slightly green.
“If you are going to vomit Uryuu, kindly have the consideration to make it to the restroom first,” his father murmured, yet winced at Tatsuki’s firm dig in his ribs. Somehow, the rest of the breakfast landed on the table without too much disruption thanks to Orihime and Tatsuki’s reflexes.
“Stop snarking you,” Tatsuki warned. “It’s too early in the day for it!”
Uryuu managed to sit down in a chair and catch his breath, thankful for Tatsuki’s interruption. If it meant that his father would be somewhat civil he was all for the relationship continuing.
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