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Tuesdays with Shuuhei	By : Yatzuaka Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 6320 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A year later.
Toshiro Histugaya still had the capacity to flabbergast her, even after all their years together. Their relationship was a muddle of the various roles they played- captain and lieutenant, friend, mentor and tormentor. Everything between them was exquisitely familiar and somehow, every once in a while, he just tossed one in from left field and caught her perfectly off-guard.
“Well?” he prompted, impatient for her response.
“Sure, I’ll just finish a few things, and then I’ll be out of your hair.”
“Why bother? You’ve been particularly unproductive today, so obviously you’ve got something on your mind. Or someone,” he said mildly.
Little brat. She stuck her tongue out at him, almost tempted to linger around the office, perhaps to properly annoy him.
Toshiro made a shoo-ing motion with his hand (one she’d often used on him- the little runt!), and despite herself, she grinned as she left the office. She’d have loads of time to shower and to shave, to get ready for a couple of days in the company of her lov-ah. Strange thought, that; having someone like that, having other people know she had someone like that, but it was nice. Nice to have someone who expected things of her, who left stray things in her apartment and someone who not only accepted her, but wanted her, too.
When she walked up to the Ninth division exactly an hour and a half later (it wasn’t like she was counting the minutes), the pep in her step could have been attributed to the loveliness of the day. It was one of those days that filled the lungs with something like the essence of life. It made a person glad to be where they were. Best not to examine that too closely.
Though she was hardly enthusiastic about a trip to the mountains, she couldn’t have ordered better weather for the occasion. Still, she pouted just a bit when he insisted they leave straight away. Matsumoto would never understand the male concept of ‘making good time’. She’d hoped that maybe she could distract him with a well-timed nipple flash, but Shuuhei had proved to be remarkably, if frustratingly, immune to that little move. Bastard, she thought fondly.
~*~
Shuuhei was never there when Ran woke, always managed, somehow, to wake before her. She had appreciated it - at first - that he always gave her space in the morning. Sometimes, like then, she didn’t. Rangiku swept up her shitagi, left on the floor the night before, and wandered out to the patio. She could hear him out there, plucking guitar strings and humming softly under his breath.
Early morning sun shone brightly, catching him in a nimbus of light. Though he wasn’t particularly skilled, his love for the instrument was clear in the way his hand caressed the fretboard and his fingers strummed the strings. Something behind her breastbone swelled painfully, held her feet fast. She stood watching and listening until he finally looked up and noticed her. Oh, that man has a smile that could melt steel.
“Morning, Ran. Sleep well?” His familiar voice held unidentifiable notes, something warm that scared her to her marrow.
She nodded and smiled, unable to trust her voice. He patted the spot right next to him, on wooden boards worn smooth by countless feet. She sat, toes swinging above the grass below, breathing in the ridiculously fresh mountain air.
He bent his head and picked a careful tune with his fingers, smiling at her when he lifted his head every once while. Sitting there watching him, she’d never felt more at home. Settling herself more comfortably, she allowed the feeling of contentment.
She wasn’t sure how long they sat there and it didn’t seem to matter much.
~*~
Later, when they’d come inside for food and drink, she found herself reaching for him. She’d done that lots of times, and had always stayed the impulse. Rangiku Matsumoto simply didn’t reach for someone’s hand to hold no matter how they made her scream in pleasure and toes curl.
Shuuhei was shoveling fruit into his mouth with a speed that was mildly alarming when he glanced at her. Apparently seeing her expression, he put the apple he was in the process of decimating down with a wide grin.
“Sorry. But really this piggish display is your fault, you know. If you weren’t so insatiable-“
She sputtered, spraying tea across the little table. As he was completely incorrigible, she really shouldn’t have expected anything else. His laugh coiled all the way inside her, and she held it close, just like she held his hand. With minimal regret.
~*~
It was night, and they were sweaty and entangled, her favorite way to be with him. It was nothing special, a position they’d sort of adopted as a standard after sex thing - legs twisted together and arms thrown carelessly over the other. Odd how comfortable she could be basking in the after-glow of a good, rigorous fucking, how she had not the slightest desire to shove him away. It was something she’d learned not to look too closely at, content with the status quo.
She looked over at him, how sweat stuck bits of his hair to his face, how the beat of his pulse was visible in his throat, how his dark and girlishly long eyelashes almost brushed his cheeks. She secretly coveted their length and fullness, as she could only recreate that effect with cosmetics. Somehow he noticed her attention and as he turned his head, opened his eyes.
“Hey there, beautiful,” the gravel in his voice did lovely things to her insides. “Are you-” he yawned extravagantly, a jaw cracking display of exhaustion, “-still hungry?”
Yes, Rangiku sort of was. Still hungry for more sex, but she’d had so little of it for so long, she figured her body was trying to make up for lost time by making her a complete and total sex fiend. The look on his sleepy face was enough for her to take pity on him. Shaking her head, she murmured soothingly until he slid back under, and breathed in that easy sleep pattern again.
She disentangled their legs and rolled onto her stomach, holding her head in her hand and traced the lines of his muscles with an index finger. Sweat dripped and collected in little pools in the hollows, and she ran her finger through them creating patterns of wet. She allowed herself a small smile when he twitched and shuddered, liking his responses to her touch, that he was so responsive, even when unconscious.
Intending to join him in sweet oblivion, she laid next to him, as close as she could, feeling his warmth soak into her skin. She could feel that she was supposed to be tired, but couldn’t quite make herself actually sleep. After a few fitful hours of tossing and turning, she got up, inexplicably full of restless energy. She’d considered waking Shuuhei and having her way with him, but he slept so peacefully she couldn’t quite find the heart to disturb him.
Grabbing Haineko, Matsumoto headed outside. The moon wasn’t even half-full, but it gave off enough light to see by. Black shadows nipped her ankles as she ran through a few basic moves, allowing the ray-skin wrapping the sword’s handle catch her palms just so.
Building up speed, she flew through the movements, jabbing, twisting, slicing, breathing all the way through each motion. Deep breaths, in and out, until her body was light as air and her sword was just an extension of her body. Haineko usually fought such a close, easy connection, preferring to be acknowledged and paid attention to. Tonight she just flowed with Rangiku, and it reminded her how lucky she was to have Haineko as hers.
She didn’t know how long she was at it, only that she was a fount of boundless energy. Her bare feet whispered over grass, barely feeling the dew, hardly feeling anything at all, but that oneness with her blade.
The sun crested had the mountains when she finally sheathed her sword and hobbled inside, sore and sated. Shuuhei was watching her from yesterday’s perch, half naked and holding a jug of water out for her. Taking it, truly grateful, she drank deeply, her throat working as she swallowed. Some dribbled out of the corners of her mouth, rivulets of the crisp water snaking their way down, refreshing her in their own right.
When she was finished, or rather when the jug was empty, she handed it back to him, “Thanks, that was just what I needed.”
“I heated up water for a bath, if you want?”
She nodded, allowing him to nudge her to the wooden tub, strip her clothes and deposit her in the warm water. Her eyes felt heavy, and she’d used up all her strength fighting shadows, so she let them slip closed. His hands were gentle as he washed her, and she allowed the coddling with no more than a sniff.
Ran woke to the sunset, brilliant reds and purples mingling freely despite the fact that they technically clashed. Outside, the sound of the guitar and his voice, neither quite in tune, but it was lovely nonetheless. She took the sheet she’d kicked off and swirled it around her shoulders, liking that the scent of his soap lingered on her skin.
Sitting next to him, Shuuhei finally looked up, with a grin that melted her completely. It was in her eyes now, and there was nothing she could do, nothing she wanted to do to hide it. If he looked, when he looked, he’d know.
“Hey, love,” he said, eyes widening to the point of ridiculousness when he realized what had slipped out.
Rangiku Matsumoto’s heart stuttered in her chest and knew it was in her power to shatter. To break him as she’d dreamt of doing all those years ago. Gin would have approved that course of action. She could practically hear him laughing with glee, spurring her on to do something irreparable.
She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t open her mouth and say anything either man would have wanted her to say. With speed born of desperation, she ran back inside and dressed haphazardly. Her sandals in hand, she shunpo’d back to civilization.
~*~
Ran had most certainly not been avoiding him. To do so would be cowardly, unfitting for a so-called war hero. Arranging to be anywhere but where he was? Yes, that she did, and skillfully at that. Once again, her apartment was spotless; his belongings packed carefully in a box in her closet, waiting for… What exactly? For her to grow a pair and hand it over, or for her to toss it in the garbage?
Yes, well some things didn’t bear close examination. And so the box had stayed in that closet for the last few days.
On the plus side, her unceremonious re-dumping of Shuuhei Hisagi had freed up innumerable hours to finish paper work and train and clean. Such fun. Sighing heavily, wishing she hadn’t grown quite so accustomed to regular orgasms, she climbed out of the bath and toweled her hair dry. As she sat in front of her mirror, trying to count the brush strokes through her hair, she lost her place somewhere around sixty when someone knocked at her door. Bugger it all.
Fully intending to ream the unfortunate soul who dared to disturb her in her sanctuary a new asshole, she slammed the screen to the side with a satisfying crack.
“Well, fuck. What are you doing here?” she asked, eyes narrowed. Didn’t you know I was avoiding you, you prick?
“Well, it is Tuesday. Nine thirty, precisely, too. See?” he said, helpfully lifting a wrist with a plastic watch attached.
He shouldered his way past her, stripping along the way, revealing muscles that bunched and relaxed in the most distracting way. She should have…
“You- but- where do you think you’re going?” she finally whined. She restrained herself from stomping a perfectly manicured foot, but just barely.
“Your bedroom,” was the response, spoken with the patience of the long suffering.
Some things came back so quickly, especially when Shuuhei murmured encouragements. It took no time at all to have him tied up, naked and helpless across her bed. So achingly familiar it scared her.
His voice was full of the sort of pleading she loved, and as if she was the one who took orders she obeyed him when he begged for just a taste. Hanging on to the head board, she had her shins hooked over his shoulder and his face buried between her thighs.
~*~
Hours later, when he was finally untied and she was sated, he rubbed a wrist vigorously and eyed the sweaty glass of water next to her bed with something like lust.
“Thanks, love,” he said when she took pity on him and gave it to him.
She flinched. He grinned.
“You’ll get used to it,” he said firmly as he chucked his kosode in the hamper.
Rangiku’s mouth opened and closed several times as she tried to decide what exactly one said to that.
“That’s some straight up bullshit,” she finally mumbled.
Goofy grin still firmly in place; Shuuhei kissed her confidently before wandering out to her tub fully naked. It was a good thing he had an incredible body, she thought sourly.
“And for the record, I’m not washing your uniform for you!”
“Ha!” his voice called from outside, “As if you do your own laundry, Ran.”
That was entirely beside the point, but she saw no point in arguing further. The stupid man was obviously settling in for the long haul.
~*~
“If you’re laughing, you can just go fuck yourself, Shuuhei!”
“Temper, temper.”
“If I didn’t love you, I’d have maimed you for that, fuckwit!”
“And I love you, too, darling. Now put down the flaming turkey and let’s find something that’s actually edible.”
“See if I cook for you ever again!”
“Oh, thank the gods for small mercies. Please don’t.”
~*~
…. Aaaand that’s all folks. Sorry for the fact that I let this languish around in my laptop for like a year and a half. My only meager defense is that life got in the way.
Point of (non-)interest: got the ‘Straight up bullshit’ line from a 7 year old walking past my apartment while I was writing this installment. The little bastard gave me the finger when I thanked him. What are the children these days coming too?
Song is by the Knife - seemed to fit in with the rest of the songs I was listening to while I was writing this. Guess what- I don’t own or make money from it. Wow right?
Reviews would be nice, though… Pretty, pretty please with whipped cream and cherries on top?
Love and best wishes to all my readers.
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