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Passion	By : FaithVandom Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 2109 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not Bleach, nor do I own any of the characters from it (they belong to Tite Kubo). Also I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Hello,

Well this is
something I�ve been working on. For now it�s just a one-shot but it can become
in a multi-chaptered story.

Pairing: HitsuMatsu all the
way. There is going to
be mentions of Gin/Rangiku, Toshiro/Momo. But the main paring is Hitsugaya/Matsumoto.

Warnings: well, English isn�t my mother tongue and this
story is unbeta-ed. So forge my grammar and spelling.
Also this is like a lime, not actually a lemon. I�m still working on those
writing skills.

Please don�t forget to tell me what you think. And if maybe you think you
can help me with the grammar and other things feel free to tell me.

So I want to thank to Leeslane who point out something I forgot the first
time I publish the story. The part in italics is from Buffy the vampire Slayer,
second season and it�s a little monologue Angelus does after having kill Jenny
Calendar. If I am not wrong. I apologize if it seems I took credit for the
words. Wasn�t my intention, I honestly forgot to give the right credits.

��
Passion

Passion.

�It lies in
all of us.

They didn�t know
how they ended up in her quarters, in her bed, without any clothes on.

Both of them
intertwined in a soft and sensual dance.

Moans of pleasure
and need could be heard in the room.

It wasn�t love.

It was an
irrational desire that compelled them to act, to do something to placate the
strong feeling of fire burning inside of them.

A fire ignited by
them.��

Then, something
happened. His big aquamarine eyes, filled with lust, found hers.

Sleeping...waiting...and though
unwanted...unbidden...it will stir...open it's jaws, and howl.

She tilted her head
to the side, evading his eyes.

Deep down both of
them knew they shouldn�t be intimate. They knew their unbidden passion was mean
for an unrequited love.

He felt his heart
clenched in a painful manner when her eyes evaded his.

Why did the
important women in his life evade him?

With a growl of
frustration he lowered his mouth once again, this time connecting his cold
tongue against the skin of her neck biting slightly. Marking
her.

Her gasped of
surprise was followed by a movement of her hips, making their centers touch for
a pleasurable moment.

Another groan
filled with lust and frustration.

�It speaks
to us...guides us.

His mouth is
moving again. Just like his hands.

It made her
wonder where (when and with whom) he had learnt to move his hands and kiss with
such a passion and abandon. To make her gasp every time his hand move to the
right place while his mouth was working wonders against her skin.

Her thoughts were
interrupted when his mouth close around her nipple and she let out another gasp
of surprise. He didn�t seem in a hurry as his tongue move lazily around her
nipple and she shuddered slightly at his other hand squeezing gently her other
breast.

Passion rules us all.

And we obey.

�What other
choice do we have?

They didn�t have
a choice.

Did they?

He was tired of
being Shiro-chan the boy trying to be a man and not Toshiro the man involved in
a one-side relationship.

She was tired of
being Ran-chan the starving girl and not Rangiku a woman with feelings and
tired of solicitude.

Did they understand
what they were doing? What it mean every time he touch her, kiss her, mark her?

�Matsumoto��he
said with a low and husky voice. The need and lust in it was so obvious, so
palpable.

�Taichou�� and
then her voice was cut of and replace by a moan of ecstasy when she felt him
trailed kisses up her tight to her heated center.

When had he moved
there? When had she sounded
so�desperate to find a satisfying end? To find something to fill her and made
her scream until she couldn�t move?

Why was her voice
sounding so needy? Why was she crying?

This is what she
wanted!

A moment of passion.

Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love...the clarity of hatred...and the ecstasy of grief.

She closed her
eyes and bit her lower lip while her hips tried to free themselves from her taichou�s grasp. His talented tongue was the source of a
brief moment of ecstasy.

Maybe what they
were doing to forget was wrong.

Maybe they would
regret it in the morning when they woke up in the same bed, without clothes.

In the morning,
in the tomorrow, they would realize they didn�t love each other. The little joy
of the night before was by a shadow of what real happiness was.

They would look
into each other eyes and hate what they had done to themselves, to their
friendship.

And in the end,
they would grief for the loss of trust and affection.

It hurts sometimes more than we can bear.

Her heart
clenched painfully when his eyes found hers for what seem to be the third time
that night. His breathing was hard and erratic. Just like hers.

Time stood still
for a moment, until her hand closed around him, making him closed his eyes and
drop his head near her neck.

He bit her neck
once again and let her guided him to her entrance.

She wanted to see
his face. She wanted to see his reactions, but he kept his head on her neck,
hidden from her.

Moving his hands
to her hips to keep her in place, he entered her in slow motion. In the same
way he had been doing all night.

There was not rush after all.

Her name left his
lips the moment she wiggled her hips and he started moving inside of her. Slow and hard strokes that took moans of pleasure from her.

It really felt
good.

Then, why was she
feeling so hurt?

If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know
some kind of peace. But we would be hollow.

Her hands roamed
his back while she wrapped her legs around his hips.

His started
moving faster and harder inside of her, picking a pace that would made them
both gasp and mumbled each other name.

She couldn�t hold
any longer and she was sure he was about to explode too.

But it wasn�t
enough, she needed more. And she would probably regret it later but�

�Kiss me�� was
her silent pleaded through shortened breaths. �Please�kiss m��

Her words were
cut short when his mouth meet hers in a searing kiss, his tongue invading her
mouth while his length entered her one more time, pounding inside of her with
renovated passion.

And then it
happened.

The kiss was the
last thing she needed to go over the edge and let her screamed of pleasure
faded in to a moan as Toshiro kept kissing her until he too reached completion.
He silenced his sounds of passion by making the mark on her neck deeper than
before.

They didn�t say
anything to each other when everything was over.

He didn�t want to
look at her. He didn�t know why but he did know he would hate to see rejection
in her eyes.

She didn�t want
to look at him. She didn�t want to see the same apologetic look she had seen on
Gin every time they were intimate. Every time he left.

Without saying
anything, he stood up as fast as his body could move.

She laid there a
single tear falling down on her cheek while her eyes were looking at a spot in
the ceiling.

He was leaving.

She was staying.

She shouldn�t be
crying for the now empty space on her bed. On her heart.

After all, it was
just a night of passion.

Matsumoto Rangiku
turned around putting her sheets closer to her body and closed her eyes, trying
to sleep and forget the night events.

To forget that
she want him to stay beside her.

How stupid she
had been?

Passion was mean
to relief the heavy desire and want over a person.

It was a mean to
an end.

Passion wasn�t
love.

Empty rooms, shuttered and dank.

Without passion, we'd truly be dead.
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