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We were born before the wind

Also younger than the sun

Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic

Hark, now hear the sailors cry

Smell the sea and feel the sky

Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home

And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it

I don't have to fear it

I want to rock your gypsy soul

Just like way back in the days of old

Then magnificently we will float into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home

And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it

I don't have to fear it

I want to rock your gypsy soul

Just like way back in the days of old

And together we will float into the mystic

Come on girl...
Into the Mystic – Van Morrison
Juushiro Ukitake stared out across the blue waves. The white foam that caught the light on those cresting peaks of water, the dappled sunlight dancing on the water like errant diamonds. He took a deep breath, reveling in the salt spray, the damp scent that was only ocean. He had not wanted to come to the world of the living for this little break. Captain Unohana had been firm. He needed the sunlight, the fresh air and the break from his duties. Two days. That was all she asked of him.
Now, he admitted it was nice. The sounds of children playing in the surf and happy beach goers reached his ears. Welcome sounds. Different from his daily routine. He had been feeling better lately, stronger. Now, being here, he meant to take full advantage of this time. No work, no fukutaichos, and no paperwork.
He was comfortably checked into a beach front hotel. One, he had been told, selected to suit his needs especially. So far it had delivered. The foods prepared were fresh and flavorful, the linens soft and cool. The staff, polite and helpful. He released a long sigh, cupping his hand over his eyes to block the brightness of the sun.
“You have lovely hair.” Came a voice to his right and he turned his head to see a small, curvy body clad in small red triangles stroll past him. Her head tipped back allowing him to see the face beneath the wide brim of her straw hat. Her eyes, he same shade of the blue gray as the sea behind her, met his for a moment. Then she smiled and continued down the warm stretch of sand.
He blinked, uttering a thank you out of habit.
She had dimples.
And he found himself staring after her gently swaying backside as she vanished among the crowd.
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Hours later, Juushiro cursed himself a fool. An attractive woman had made a pass at him and he’d stood there like a confused schoolboy. He smacked his face with his large pale palm. If Shuunsui ever learned of this, he’d never let the white haired man live it down.
“Gah..”. He flopped onto the bed, throwing one long arm over his tired eyes.
A shrill electronic ring from the bedside drew his attention and he answered the phone. “Hello?”
“Sir, this is Misagi from the front desk.”, Came the cheerful chirp of the young woman, “We are calling to let you know about the dinner downstairs tonight. We will have singers and dancers and an open bar. If you want to come, it starts at seven in the blueroom.”
He blinked, “Oh. That does sound fun. Thank you Misagi-san.”
On the other end, she giggled and the quiet captain rolled his eyes. “Good bye then Misagi-san”
He set the phone in its cradle and stared at the clock. A few more hours. He grabbed his wallet with plenty of currency for his stay and his room key.
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Roughly two hours later he returned to his room, feeling a little tired and definitely wanting a shower to wash away the sweat of his exertions. He set several brightly colored shop bags on the corner table and headed into the bathroom.
He had perused the little tourist shops for gifts for people at home.
He hummed happily to himself as he lathered his long hair and thought of how happy his gifts would make his friends.
His thought turned again to the crimson clad woman from earlier. How he wished he had stopped her. Asked her name. She evoked many things in him. Not the least of which was long denied hunger.
The mere thought of his mystery woman brought his body to painful attention. With a sigh, he reached to the tiled shelf and took down the conditioner. He was not a womanizer by any means, but Jushiro did enjoy female companionship. Discreetly of course, he was not one to flaunt his romantic adventures.
Slowly, he worked himself towards that delightful point of release. Imagining the beach woman in all sorts of delicious positions. Feeling himself draw closer, he braced his hand on other wall before him and stroked harder, faster, until he came with a stifled groan.
He panted for breath as he watched the milky wisps vanish down the drain. Hell. He really needed flesh and blood woman.
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Jushiro checked his reflection one last time/ His long hair was tied back in a loose tail. His white button up was untucked from his khaki slacks, and the sleeves were rolled to the elbow. He looked like any other vacationer. Save his hair of course.
Securing his room, he made his way downstairs, smiling at several young women on the way.
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The blue room was full of people. The bar at the far side of the room had a small line with bartenders hurriedly pouring drinks and chatting happily with the patrons. There were dancers on the stage, twirling and shaking and gyrating in colorful outfits.
Spinning lights in varying colors flooded the dimly lit space in which many small round tables with candles had been placed.
“Sir? May I seat you and take your order?” a young man asked.
Jushiro nodded and was seated in a corner table. He ordered the special of the evening and sat back to watch the performance. He sipped the frozen, fruity drink brought to him. The meal when it arrived was tasty and he found he finished the entire plate easily.
He had just sat back once more to watch a pretty woman with brown hair sing, when a flash of red caught his eye.
There she was. Mystery beach woman. In a long, flowing red sun dress. Her sleek black hair pulled up in an elegant chignon. She was at the bar. Less than five feet from him.
Jushiro watched her glance around the crowded space and stood up. Those eyes swept towards his side of the room and he motioned her over.
She smiled as she moved closer, eyeing the vacant chair at his table. “Hello. Do you mind if I join you?” she asked gesturing to the seat.
He pulled it out for her, “I would be happy for the lovely company.”
She slid easily into place and waited until Jushiro had pulled his own seat closer.
“My name is Kara.” She said extending her small, pale hand to him.
“Jushiro Ukitake.” He replied grasping her hand, “I remember you from earlier.”
She smiled again, sipping her drink, “Are you enjoying the show?”
For the next hour they engaged in flirtations and small talk. The music around them growing louder as other guests rose to dance. Their chairs moved closer and closer to allow them to be heard.
Kara suddenly laid her hand on his arm, “Its really loud in here” she shouted, “Do you want to go somewhere quieter?”
Jushiro had taken her hand led her through the throng of people and out into the balmy beach night.
“Much better!” she said as they paused near the water’s edge, “I can hear myself think now.”
Jushiro had not released her and she made no move to pull away. They walked the sandy stretch of empty beach. Jushiro was happy that the small talk was over and done with. She was here on vacation from the United States and was leaving the day after tomorrow. He was returning to Soul Society.
There could be no future, but they had some time. A little.
“I’m glad you came tonight” he told her, “I hoped to see you again.”
“You did?”
He nodded, stopping their walk to meet her gaze, “It’s not often that a devilishly attractive woman walks past me with a smile like yours.”
Kara laughed softly, “You know… I was half hoping you would come after me.”
“Come after you?”
She nodded now, staring over the moonlit water, “Would you think badly of me if I said I also find you attractive?”
He grinned, “Certainly not.”
She stepped closer to the water, slipping her shoes off to let the surf touch her toes. Jushiro followed suit, stepping close behind her and as she looked up at the starlit sky, he wrapped his arms around her and drew back against him.
There was no resistance.
His mouth, smooth and confident found her shoulder. His nose gliding up the slender column of her throat. He drank in the scent of warm flesh and bright Plumeria. When his mouth opened against her skin, she gasped.
“Sensitive?” he purred against her ear and she nodded.
He spent long minutes there, teasing, nipping, soothing, tasting until she trembled in his arms. Slowly he turned her to face him. His warm brown eyes searching her own. “I would very much like to have you.”
His voice carried the darkness and warmth of a smoldering ember.
Kara closed the distance, lifting herself on tip toes to reach his mouth. Her red lips brushing over his own in a tender caress. His fingertips slid to her cheek, cupping for a moment before cradling the back of her head, angling her for a deeper kiss.
His tongue seeking and finding hers with gentle, artful laps.
Her hands slid over his chest, to his shoulder and finally around his back to gently tug the tie that held his wealth of hair bound. She moaned against his tongue as her hands slid into the silky mass now tumbling free down his broad back.
She drew back from him and took his hand, “I think a bed would be more comfortable.”
Jushiro chuckled and led her back to the bright lobby, tracing his fingers over her skin in the elevator and when they reached his floor and empty hallway. He swung her up against him and hurried to the door of his room.
She laughed softly against him, clutching him tightly.
He kissed her temple. “Room key, right front pocket.”
Her hands slid into his shirt pocket and then worked the key card into the slot. When she shoved the door open, he stepped inside, placing her on her feet and shut the door behind them. The do not disturb sign was displayed and he bolted them inside.
She set the key on the corner table and met his eyes. Slowly she reached up to untie the sundress.
“Don’t” he said then and she paused in question. “Let me.”
Slowly he moved behind her, elegant fingers sliding into her hair, finding pins and pulling them free as he layered kisses over her throat and shoulders.
Her hands swept behind her to rest against his thighs, pulling him closer to her. When all the pins were free and her hair tumbled to her shoulders, she let her head fall back against his wide chest.
His hands swept up to tug at the red ribbon holding her dress around her neck. Then his hands slid over hips and grasped the soft material. He pulled it slowly down until it was a bright pool at her feet. He stared up at her bared to him, even her panties were red. He slid his hands over here as he rose to his feet again.
Her fingers already moving to the small buttons of his shift and she bit her lip in concentration as she worked them loose. Jushiro was no help to her, his mouth nipping at her ear, his hands cupping her breasts, rolling the turgid peaks in expert motions.
When he saw the abuse of her lower lip, he captured her lips again, leading her to the bed and gently pushed her down on it. She shoved his shirt off his shoulders and he shrugged out of it. He loomed over her for a moment, his lips robbing her of breath and thought.
He vanished for a moment only reappear, completely bare to her.
Kara’s eyes followed the lines of hard muscles with her fingertips and when her dancing hand found the hard length of him he groaned.
He was not a small man and his eyes flickered to her and he saw the uncertainty there.
He pressed a kiss to her brow, “I prefer to go slowly.” He told her.
Then his mouth was teasing over her throat to capture her pebbled nipple in his mouth, sucking, licking and laving. He paid equal attention to both peaks and his hand slid down over the silky fabric covering her core.
He laid his hand there for moment, fingers stroking the mound. When he cupped her boldy, making her thighs part for him, she shivered.
Jushiro stroked the covered lips, pressing his thumb hard against them, felt the answering surge of hot fluid and moaned against the underside of her breast. Slowly, he rotated his thumb and lifted his mouth back to hers. Working her closer to that knife edge of pleasure and pain.
“Ju….” She panted as he varied pressure and speed and damn him never ventured below the cloth.
He felt the tremors running through her body and nipped at her throat. She cried out softly, her core pulsing, throbbing with the pleasure of her release. While her body shuddered before him, he stripped the now soaked material from her body. His blunt nails raked over her inner thighs and she widened the space between them for him.
He wedged himself between them, taking her lips in a lazy lap of tongues. Her hands moving over him, sliding into his hair, and nails scraping his scalp. He moaned into her mouth, then kissed his way down her chin, to her chest, to her stomach, tongue dipping briefly into her navel.
The action made her tense and giggle breathlessly and so he did it again. When he slid lower and blew gently across heated flesh she gasped.
With one hand he parted the vibrant folds of her, shimmering with release and want and he gathered his hair and tossed it upon her stomach. Her hands slid to his head as he lapped at her, gentle strokes that built the fire back up.
Jushiro loved the scent and taste of a woman. The soft sounds they made when you pleasured them correctly. The shuddering, helpless mass they became when you drove to climax time and again. Every woman deserved such pleasure and while he was not about to go and see to every one of them, the few he took, he took with care.
Her nails scrabbled against his scalp as he increased pressure to his licks and sucks against her core. Her breath was high and reedy, her cries gaining in volume, pitch and frequency. He teased the little red opening of her sex with his tongue and then slid one long finger slowly into her.
Her breath hitched as she sucked air into starving lungs. Another finger and she moaned. A third finger and she arched her back beautifully and shattered in his arms. Jushiro slid back up her body, and captured her mouth.
Slowly he positioned himself at her entrance, sliding the head of himself through creamy moisture and then slowly began to push in.
Her eyes opened to lock with his as he laced one hand with her fingers and pinned them above her head. “Tell me if I hurt you” he told her.
Like hell, she thought.
True to his word, he went very slowly, withdrawing time and again only to ease another inch inside of her. Careful of his weight, careful of his size. Careful of her.
Jushiro studied her face for signs of discomfort, seeing none he allowed himself to enjoy the sensation of hot, wet, tightness slowly enveloping him. The heat scorching against him, the pressure creating the most delicious friction.
He fed himself into her. Millimeter at a time. The slowness of the action tormenting and enflaming him. He wanted to be deep inside of her, buried to the hilt.
“I’m not made of porcelain” she whispered to him, feeling him come so close but still not within her. “If you haven’t hurt me from your size by now, you aren’t likely to.”
Her hands slipped down to grasp his firm bottom and pulled him roughly against her.
Jushiro let himself slam home into her body. Her back arched and she gave a small cry, her arms tightening on him. Her legs sliding against his, toes curling against the short crisp hairs on his legs. “Ahh, again!”
He placed hot open mouth kisses along her throat as he slowly began to move. “Of course.”
There was nothing hurried or desperate in his actions. As though he had all the time in the world to make love to her. The slow, rocking motions of his body against hers making her moan and shiver. His lovemaking so beautifully, deliciously different than her previous lovers.
Unselfish and yet still demanding.
Jushiro did not chase release with swift feet. He wandered down long corridors of pleasure savoring every single sensation and in turn forced the same upon her. She turned her face toward his, fusing their lips in a lazy heated kiss.
His hips rolled against her, his pubic bone striking the apex of her sex and she jolted in his arms moaning at the sharp pleasure that shot through her. Jushiro merely tightened his hold on her and repeated the action, his chest pressing down against hers.
Time ceased to exist. It became a fluid plain of physical sensation and delight. Orgasm rolled over in slow crashing waves that took her breath away. The burning bloom in her lower stomach flared and smoldered, a constant flow of pleasure. The wet sounds of sliding flesh, harsh breathing and soft grunts and moans from her partner coupled with her own whimpers and cries.

“Oh god…”
“So beautiful.” He groaned against her jaw, “I’m close.”
She lifted her hips against him, wild in his arms, wanting his pleasure as much as she had wanted hers. “Jushiro…”
Her actions spurred him on and his actions increased in speed and power. His hand clenched around her fingers, his other splayed to her hip, lifting her against him. The soft slap of flesh lifted into the air and she mewled at the rougher handling. Her nails raked his shoulders and her body tightened around him, locking down on him with all the force of a storm.
He felt the pressure move through his shoulders to his lower back and stomach and he tensed up. Body locking as he thrust deep one last time. He gave a short cry as he felt the heated waves move spurt from his trembling body.
Kara clung to him tightly as the heat and force of his release splashed against her womb.
She felt boneless. Satiated.
Jushiro began to roll off of her but she held him fast. Slowly, he gave his weight to her. Only for few moments, wrapped up tightly in her arms. Her fingers stroking through the damp snowy locks that were pooled on her chest. He pressed a kiss to her sweaty breasts.
“Thank you”, he murmured against her.
She chuckled softly and he lifted his head to peer down at her.
“What?”, He asked.
“I have always wondered why people thank their lovers. If you both enjoy each other are thanks really needed?”
He considered this, “Perhaps I was merely thanking you for taking the chance with me. I might have been terrible.”
He knew perfectly well he wasn’t.
She giggled at his teasing tone, “Who says you weren’t?” she asked with a saucy wink. He rolled to the side taking her with him.
“Your own body.” He replied.
“Thank you Jushiro” she replied softly, kissing his mouth once more.
He leaned into the kiss, purring against her mouth, “Rather than thank me, shower with me and let me have you again?”

She nodded, accepting his deep dueling kiss again, “As many times as you want.”
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