Ichimaru Gin is a fox-faced bastard (fox_face) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-18 16:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gin ichimaru, rangiku matsumoto |
Who: GinRan
What: coming home after the hit mission text messages (on 10/12) and finding a surprise waiting for him in bed. Oh, and there was mochi. The perfect after killin' snack. ♥
When: 10/12/2013. This is totally backdated.
Where: Gin’s house.
Warnings/Rating: Medium/High-ish, but the smushy smut is whited out for those who don’t want to read it, so there’s only the before and after left behind. For those who do? Whatever, I don't usually post that stuff, so highlight that big faux-blank bad boy and eat popcorn. I give up. Just...damn toons. *drops the mic, throws up hands, walks away*
Status: Complete!
Rangiku had used the key to get in late on Friday night, intending to surprise him. If only because she enjoyed doing that too. She left a plate of homemade mochi in the kitchen table with a little note.
When he went upstairs she had tucked herself into his bed. Her long hair was braided neatly, the tail tucked over her shoulder and down her chest. She had no make up on and was sleeping in one of her tank tops and shorts.
Causing a warehouse to collapse by slicing through the whole thing, after systematically killing everyone in it beforehand, was messy and tiring work. It was almost dawn by the time he had finished changing his clothes so as to not attract attention, and finished his texts with Canaan. He had the bloodied ones in tow, in a black bag. And by the time he seemed to materialize out of thin air in his garden, the faintest hint of dawn was on the horizon and he was ready to wash some of the blood off his face and out of his hair.
Into the firepit went the clothes, which he set light to, immediately. It was left so it could burn out, after he made sure to put enough fuel to keep the fire going for a while. A few logs of wood and some lighter fluid would do the trick, since what he wore was made from lightweight cloth that was easy for him to freely move in. There wouldn't be much of anything left.
He walked into the house, and when he glanced around to make sure no one had the late night munchies, he saw the mochi on the table. That was nice. He walked over and popped a piece into his mouth, chewing slowly as he plucked the note up between his fingers to read it. He was curious if Jessie had left it, and if he had missed some special occasion or holiday.
Nope that note was signed by Rangiku. Which was bound to cause a little wide eyed uh ohs. Gin, here's a thank you. Of course there's another present for you in your room. ~Rangiku The handwriting was surprisingly neat. She even wrote her name in kanji next to the signature with a little ;-)
She meant for it all to be a nice surprise. She'd even replaced the booze they'd drank the other night. A show that she could be useful and not just a lazy ass. Oh that Rangiku. ....
Uh oh. Gin's eyes were wide open as he read it and put the note down. He took another look around and seemed content enough that she was probably sawing logs, same as Jessie probably was. There was plenty enough time to sneak in and out of the shower. He popped another piece of mochi into his mouth and was chewing slowly as he tiptoed to his room, opening the door to peek in and make sure she really was asleep.
She was indeed. Fast asleep, looking adorable curled up in his blankets. She didn't even hear him tiptoe in. Nope. She was dreaming nice dreams. Nothing was going to wake her up short of him actually trying on purpose to do that.
He didn't try. His eyes were very much open as he tiptoed in his sock feets in the direction of the bathroom, chewing on mochi the whole way. It was gummy but delicious.
The only time he stopped was to open up a drawer as slooooooowly as possible, taking out some comfortable boxer shorts and a white t-shirt to sleep in. He slooooooowly closed it and sloooowly made his way to the bathroom door, which he slooowly opened and tiptoed in, turning around to close it, before he hit the light switch. That was followed by a sigh of relief. He got away with it. Phew!
Not even a twitch from her. She rolled once. But that was it. Nope She was none the wiser. Rangiku was off in dreamland. Stacking zzzs. Enjoying a good sleep. Yeppers.
Getting away with it? Totally. >:D
Gin set his clothes aside, cast off what he had on, and got into the shower. He cranked the water so it was as hot as he could stand, and went to work washing off any and all traces of blood that might still be on him. After washing his hair and drying off, he put on the t-shirt and boxers and went directly to bed.
He slipped under the covers, watching her the whole time. There was no smile on his face, since she was asleep, and there just wasn't any need for it. What he did feel the need for, was to move in closer toward her, enough that he could slip one arm around her waist.
It was only as he slipped in that there was any hint of stirring. She wasn't waking up bit she did sigh softly, a contented sound, as she moved slightly in her sleep to snuggle into his arm. Rangiku wasn't a light sleeper but she was aware enough to know he was there. A smile creeping across her face even in her sleep.
He wasn't about to wake her up, though he could see the smile on her face. He smiled back in response, then moved so he could gently faceplant into her neck, her shoulder...or her breasts...and get some sleep. All was very quiet, as he...oh hell, he used a boob as a pillow. She can't say no right now or hit him for it. So it's all good.
No but she might when she woke up a few hours later and her boob was all tingly from being slept on. Definitely not a fun way to wake up. Which happened a few hours later, she finally stirred from slumber to slowly waking up. She hadn’t drank anything either, so she didn’t wake up with a headache. BONUS POINTS. She blinked her eyes slowly, brushing off the sleepy dreary moments before tilting her head to look at him using a boob as a pillow. Her lips twitched - a smile flicking between anger, annoyance and d’aww that’s so cute - she didn’t move though, just smiled.
Having gotten home around 5:45 or 6 am? Gin showed no signs of waking up anytime soon. In fact, when she woke up, he was still dead to the world, and had one side of his face smushed into some warm boob pillow. He even gave her a sleep nuzzle.
Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on the person? Gin's sleep nuzzle was one of those that had him shifting around, so that he face planted more into her boob and exhaled slowly. Then it was right back into dreamland for him. Dream land usually consisted of his own dreams replaying every now and then, since there wasn't much more he could delve into. Not when the end result was one's own demise.
No, instead, Gin was dreaming of Hueco Mundo, and wondering how Aizen kept getting all of that water for everyone to drink tea, when they were in the middle of a desert dimension. It was one of those things that was a real conundrum. When he was awake, he didn’t really think about it so much. Right now? He was. Mostly because he was dreaming he was sitting at Aizen’s big meeting table, staring at a cup of hot tea, with a bunch of Espada sitting around him. Aizen was smugly acting like he ruled the universe already, and Tosen was his usual blind justice-obsessed jackass. In Gin’s opinion, Tosen’s reasoning for joining Aizen didn’t even make sense. Taking the “path of least bloodshed” when it involved killing anyway? Even a personal vendetta was a better and more secretly honest reason than that!
Dream!Gin was convinced he had moved his pawn pieces entirely into the direction of weirdness instead of on the revenge course. Things might require some adjustments...after Aizen’s tea party, of course.
Rangiku moved slowly, and carefully, and gently sat up enough to be comfortable, not wanting to wake him at all, moving so that she could lean against the corner where the bed met the wall. Unfortunately for Gin that meant her boobs weren’t pillows no more, however she shifted to settle him to gently lay on her lap, fingers lacing softly through his hair, before she drifted back off to sleep, too.
Speaking of readjusting, he stirred a little when she moved him, and appeared to be peacefully slumbering away. That was for a good hour longer, until he went to stretch and opened his eyes to see Rangiku was up above him instead of beside him, held in his arms.
It was also broad daylight, but he didn’t care whether it was morning or afternoon. After a night's work at killing people an accountant's convention, he felt he was entitled to sleep in. But leaving her semi-sitting up like that didn't look too comfortable, so Gin rolled over and slowly sat up, himself. Rangiku never looked deadly when she slept. In fact, she always looked pretty damn happy to be sleeping. He smiled and swept some loose strands of her hair away from her face with his fingertips, before taking a turn to move her as carefully as possible without waking her.
It didn't work. Mostly because she'd slept longer than him. Rangiku always looked peaceful when sleeping. As if all her troubles could wait while she checked out for a few hours. Hell Most people didn't think Rangiku ever looked deadly.
A smile curled her lips as he brushed the hair away. "Mm," was the sleepy greeting as she half opened her eyes.
Some people knew better that she could be, and Gin was one of those people. He gave up trying to lay her back down and instead touched a fingertip under her chin, while smiling.
"Good morning, Rangiku," he told her, and the way he said her name was ever so slightly like he was singing it to her, albeit with his usual sly and laid back way of saying things. "Way to surprise me, ya sneak."
Like he's one to talk.
She smiled at his finger on her chin. She yawned softly though after a moment then smiled again.
Rangiku loved how he said her name. It made her smile warmly. "Good morning, Gin." A sweet tone of voice before she grinned. "You liked that? "Another sweet smile. "You like the mochi?"
"Sure did. Both the surprise an' the mochi." He looked lazier than usual, perfectly comfortable, and his hair was sticking up funny since he went to sleep with it still being damp. "Got home this morning. You'd be surprised. Accountants really know how to throw a party. Anyway, only had a couple of pieces, but ya did good makin' 'em." There was a much more sly smile on his face. "Maybe later, I'll eat the rest offa you."
Of course he was teasing here, simply to see her reaction. And he should be safe from suspicion, if no one turns on the tv and there’s no news reports about warehouses collapses, problems in office buildings, or strange murders in a nightclub. Cough cough. Ahem.
She laughed softly. "Who knew? Sounds like the most boring job ever but I bet y'all are just regular party folk. " None the wiser was she. Although give her a few weeks.
Rangiku laughed. "I'm not sure that'd be a good idea. Sounds more messy than fun. " She grinned him before shaking her head. She lifted a hand to rank through his bedheaded locks.
Good thing for him that she wasn't the wiser, then!
"Nah, they're a lil' powdery still on the outside," he told her. "I think it'd work."
Unfortunately, Mr. Getting Away With It didn't get away with everything for long. Karma dictated that her finger hit a tangle and he immediately scrunched up one eye more than the other. Considering he had the happy squint already going - all the more useful to hide any fibs he was telling her - it looked like one side of his face was in scrunched up overload.
"Itai! Ya hit a snag," he was saying, almost laughing. "Might as well pull fast and maybe it'll let loose."
Now she moved and meticulously undid the snag carefully. If there was anything that Rangiku knew it was hair care. Ha! She smiled at him.
"All better right?" before she smirked. "But if you did that I'd have to shower afterwards. " A wicked little smile.
Gin had tried to stay perfectly still while she got the tangle out, wince-smiling all the while. It wasn't until she mentioned the shower that the smile went teasing again.
"All better," he told her, tracing his fingertips down from under her chin, over her throat, and down onto her chest. "If ya had to shower after that, then ya might have some company."
Rangiku had talented fingers. She smoothed his hair back out after untangling it, Her fingers deftly pulling any other tangles loose before she replied to him, utterly focused on untangling his hair and giving him what ended up as a mini-scalp massage in the process.
When he traced his fingers down her throat she stopped breathing for a second. The skin under his fingers was warm but goosebumps followed his fingers. She felt the ghost of his touch long after his fingers had moved on.
“Is that so?” She tilted her head at him.
"You're difficult to resist," was the reply, his fingers stopping right at the top of where her breasts met, where her necklace usually was. He moved until he could press a kiss to one corner of her mouth. "I think I like your sneaking in."
That was even if he might get caught coming home under suspicious circumstances. He liked the thought of getting away with it, as well as the thought of finding her in his bed. It made the cat and mouse games much funner and much more appealing to him. And Gin really did like his games.
“We’re also outta soba,” he told her, nuzzling his nose against her cheek. “Guess we’re havin’ poptarts an’ mochi for breakfast. Unless ya wanna go out.”
She laughed softly at that, head tilting a bit at him as he stopped moving.
“I am, am I?” she asked curiously, not used to hearing it when someone isn’t just talking about taking her home (not that she ever went, ugh men were so predictable). Rangiku smiled at the kiss at the corner of her mouth, eyes sparkling a little bit. “I do, actually.”
Rangiku slept better here. Her room and house wasn’t exactly the picture of tranquility with all that was going on trying to salvage their fortunes. And sneaking in to surprise him had been fun. She’d snuck through the house as silent as a church mouse, not wanting to disturb his housemate, nor get caught either.
She nuzzled her cheek back against him as she laughed softly. “Well, mochi and poptarts sounds like a decent breakfast this morning. Going out just has no appeal right now.” Rangiku grinned a bit before turning her head to kiss his cheek.
Other things seemed more appealing. Which was plain enough to figure out when he turned his head so their lips abruptly met, instead of her kissing him on the cheek. He even brought a hand up to rest against the side of her face. No pulling away just yet. He had ninja'd this kiss fair and square and he was going to enjoy it.
If she wanted to punch him afterward? That was fine. It would be well worth it.
Other things had much more appeal. She blinked as he turned his head to ninja kiss her instead of letting her kiss his cheek. A sign that she wasn’t going to turn him into a bloody pile of Gin after this was that she didn’t break the kiss, either, and tilted her head slightly into his hand. Ninja Kiss Success.
It's not as though he was going to stop. It wasn't one of those sweet or innocent kisses, either, but one that was starting out as a slow smoldering fire that was going to consume them, if it didn’t stop.
But Gin didn’t seem inclined to stop. He pushed aside every bad thought in his head, about all the killing, loss, and betrayal from his dreams, or the memories of Rangiku crying, both at the theft of a piece of her soul being taken, or because he was dying right in front of her very eyes. Instead, it was like she consumed him and suddenly the world stopped, and it was only them and the kiss.
...and maybe it was also that his hand was slowly slipping down so he could rub it down over the side of her neck, onto her shoulder, and then behind her so it rested against her back and pulled her even closer against him.
Not only did he have ninja kiss powers, but he also had sneaky hands. The lil' devil.
Rangiku didn't seem inclined to stop either. She only had the memories of childhood but it felt like she'd known him forever. And that there had been underlying feels under their close friendship.
Time didn't matter. What Yumi was going to say didn't matter. The future didn't matter. All that did was him and this moment. She didn't resist him pulling her closer. Her own hands were being sneaky ninjas. One relaced itself in his hair, the other gripped his shoulder lightly.
She didn't even try to temper the smoldering kiss, merely fanned it. She was just as lost in the moment as he was.
For a moment there, he wanted to break the kiss and tell her that he loved her. Instead, he hesitated and only kissed her harder, their lips bruising under the force of it. If she wasn't stopping him, then there wasn't a problem. At least for the time being.
He slid his hand down over her back and then onto her ass, giving it a firm squeeze and pulling her hips against his body.
If she smacked him so hard he went flying off the bed, for pulling that maneuver? So worth it.
She blinked at his hesitation then thought nothing more of it as she returned his bruising kiss. She wasn't stopping it and didn't know why she would. Of course she hasn't had the dreams yet. Oh well. That would happen later. Complicated but not insurmountable.
Rangiku shifted her hips against his, sighing softly into the kiss. It was a happy little sound as she curled her fingers through his hair tighter.
It was going to complicate things up one side and down the other, most likely. She hasn't gotten backstabbed and ditched yet. Ahem. • • •
Gin loved that sound. It was the same as in his dreams. Since she wasn't unwilling, he felt free and uninhibited enough to keep things going.
His own hips shifted against her in response, but his body's total inability to keep that arousal contained was getting to be pretty obvious and unmissable. He wasn't stopping, either. In fact, he slipped that hand down the back of her leg and lifted it up around him, holding it there, even as his tongue flicked once against her lips. That was merely a test as well as an invitation for something more, if she wanted to take up the offer.
Complications were going to come in and muck with her feels, but stranger things have happened. Rangiku is a strong woman after all. Stubborn and feisty. Things will be getting amusing rather quickly. Poor these two.
She wasn’t sure how much of this was influenced by her dream and how much was just a magnetic pull she couldn’t figure out the source of - but that was something to be puzzled over later. There were more pressing things to handle right now. Ahem. Once she figured out he was repositioning her leg, she shifted to grip him with that leg, he didn’t even have to hold it there.
Rangiku was a rather willing participant in this moment. Her other hand, the one from his shoulder, slid down to wrap around his back part way down, pulling him to her even as he held her close. Her lips parted, invitation accepted, tongue flitting out to tease against his lips for a moment. She moved lightly against him, happy little teasing movements.
That made things a lot easier because he had a hand free, and could grind against her a little more, just as his lips parted and his tongue teasingly met hers. Soon enough, though, it wasn't teasing. It was getting hotter and heavier, along with his breathing.
His free hand had also slid into her clothes to rub over bare flesh, and was trying to find a way to get her undressed, because the thought of wearing anything at all, was too constricting. He wanted her, all of her, with nothing between them anymore. Damn the complications. He found that he simply didn’t care about them so much.
Slender fingers scrabbled to find the hem of her tank top and the movement forced her to break the kiss. Her face was flushed, her breathing heavy, eyes snapping open long enough to look at him, taking stock of the moment, the look tender and sweet, before it vanished as she tugged off the material and tossed it to the floor.
Her skin goosebumped as the colder air hit it, causing her pull herself back against him rather quickly, if only to warm her flesh against him. Complications and logic be damned. There was something about this that screamed meant to happen, and she wasn’t about to test fate by saying no way Jose. Before she let him kiss her again, though, she smiled and hooked her fingers under his shirt and moved to pull it free.
He didn't stop kissing her until she was pulling the shirt up to a point where he had to stop, and that was when he broke the kiss long enough to look into her eyes, focused and intent, and helped take it off and threw it aside.
"I want you, Rangiku," he said, in a hurried whisper, kissing her again but his own hands already moving to get her out of the rest of her clothes. And his own. In fact, he stopped kissing just long enough to say in one rushed breath, "Let's ditch the resta what we got on."
Rangiku raked her nails through his hair after their shirts hit the floor in a muted thud, her cheeks red, eyes sparkling. She really couldn’t help but feel flattered. After all, she was sure he had lots of girls chasing him around.
“Whatdya know, I want you too,” she said softly, her breath airy and quick. There was a distinct lack of grace going on here, Rangiku showed off a talent of being a clothes ninja, shorts went the way of the shirt, skivies too. Then she moved to relieve him of the last remaining clothing, before taking a moment to actually look him over
Which was perfectly fine because his eyes were also looking her over. It wasn't only looking, as there was a lot of touching going on. He was breathless but smiling as he rubbed the palm of his hand over one of her breasts, cupping it and giving it a squeeze. His eyes were open as though they were drinking in the view and committing it to memory, or even matching it to his memories. Everything from the familiar blush on her cheeks, to her itty bitty waist and a whole lot of round things in his face.
He showed his playful side when he promised her, "I'll be back in a minute, Rangiku" and promptly slid down enough to bury his face into her breasts, both arms wrapped around her. He laughed, and then gave one of them a little nip on the nipple, before sucking any of the ouch and surprise away.
If she thwapped him? He wouldn't be surprised. He also might like it, because he did like to lighten the mood every so often, and all too soon, the mood was going to turn very serious again. It had to, considering he had a raging hard on that was going to need dealing with very soon. And a cold shower just was not going to cut it.
Her fingers were hellbent on exploring, even as his hands were doing the same things. She couldn’t get enough - fingers flitted over collar bone and rib, committing the feel to memory. Rangiku rolled her shoulders back giving him better, well with her boobs no one really needed better access, access for his fingers.
She couldn’t help it, as he buried his head in her chest she laughed softly at him. The goof was the same one she remembered, and that was worth it’s weight in gold.Or the momentary awkwardness of having someone’s head shoved in your boobs. The nips got a quavering little moan from her lips before she did thwack him, halfheartedly but still decently hard.
To be fair she could go jump naked onto a glacier and it’d not even dampen her mood. She was way too wound up to even think of stopping, not that she wanted to, or anything like that. Hell, to pay him back for head-boobing her, she ran her nails down his rib cage and deftly over the curve of his hip, all tease. All wicked tease.
He had been about to nip again when he was thwapped, and instead he started laughing, the sound totally muffled by her breasts. It was a total headboob moment. That was until her fingernails were scritching over his skin, eliciting a long, low moan out of him. Even if the sound was faint, the way his skin got goosebumps in response was a pretty good indicator that he liked it.
And that was also when he decided to tease her by sliding one hand between them, and between her legs. His fingers felt around between the wet folds for her clit, and he proved just how much of a tease he could be, by slowly sliding a fingertip around it, first back and forth, and then in a slow circular motion.
He moved his head enough to peek up at her, turning him into an even bigger wicked tease, as he watched her reaction.
She appreciated the moan, especially against her skin. her touch, however, turned less gentle into sudden gripping as he slid a hand between them and decided to tease. And not just tease but do it well and enough to make her squirm in some attempt to get his fingers where they should be.
She opened her eyes to stare at him, lips pursing as she moaned softly, and dug her nails into his hip. “Gin” she managed to gasp out, skin tingling with anticipation.
He looked pretty damn satisfied with her response, even though he decided to tease her more, by putting a bit of pressure on his fingers, and tilting his head enough to say, "Zzzzt. Wrong. I think I'd rather hear ya talkin' in gibberish...tho sayin' my name's pretty nice too."
He did slide a couple of fingers inside her for a moment, and then back out again. It was better to have her motor running first, and he liked watching her from his vantage point, where he could nuzzle his face into her breasts and still have a good look at her face. At least he hadn't yet gone diving down because her thighs might crush his head between them and then he couldn't hear her making lots of noises at all. Boo. Insert Gin making an inner pouty face, here.
Of course, he can't do that, because his fingers were deftly and swiftly rubbing and flicking at her clit, to try to get her good and ready. This was Rangiku, after all. She was special, above all others. She deserved to be pampered and properly taken care of, before he took care of himself.
She thought about smacking him for that one. But the thought got driven right out of her head as his fingers applied a bit of pressure causing her to lose track of her thoughts, and stop her before she even started to speak. Right now had he delved downwards she probably would have snapped his neck (partially out of annoyance of being teased, partially from lack of control, it was a dangerous place to be when he’d already gotten smacked once!)
She squeaked in surprise as he slipped his fingers in, nails digging for a moment before she sorta cried out, not really his name, kinda not a whole lot of sense, she was kind of overwhelmed. It was alright. It was a good place to be right now. When his fingers left her she whimpered, then immediately got even. Yeah she’d recovered enough of her brain to slide the hand on his hip down and wrap her fingers around him. Two can play that kind of game, right?
Her hips moved with his fingers, little moans and gasps accompanying the movements, even as she deftly teased him with her own fingers. She was not about to let him get away with teasing her without being teased himself. Her free hand snaked down between her boobs and grabbed him by the chin and dragged him up so her lips could brush his ear, her breath warm against the skin, a light growly tone of voice altogether sensual and demanding, “Come on now, Gin, gonna use this or will I have to show you how it’s done?”
She was just as playful and devious as he was. Or could be on occasion. When she wasn’t lazy. Which? For the record, this was one of those times. No lazy here.
Gin hadn't expected her to do that, even if he was inwardly chiding himself that he should have. His eyes went wide the moment her hand met his cock and he had wanted to bury the lower half of his face into one of her breasts in a vain attempt to hide a groan. Of course, with the way she dragged him up like that, he wasn't able to. It wasn't even a quiet groan but a loud one.
"...forgot, ya can be...evil an' a tease too," he told her, turning his head enough to nuzzle in and suck on her earlobe. He didn't really want to give up just yet, preferring instead to rub one out of her first, faster than she could out of him. The downside of this uphill battle was that she knew what she was doing, and when Rangiku wanted something...it had best get done yesterday, even if she was asking right now, today, for it. He was going to cave, first.
"...aww fuck it," he moaned when he gave up, and then raised his head to look at her, much more seriously. He wasn't sure how it would work with him being what he was and she was still what she was, but he wasn't really willing to risk it.
"Rangiku," he quietly asked her, in a breathy whisper, "you're takin' somethin' so we don't get any surprises...right?"
Because the last thing he needed was Rangiku saying I'm going shopping bai bai! and leaving him on diaper duty with Gin Jr., what with his ACCOUNTING work being what it was.
Yeah he should have seen that one coming as mile away. Rangiku was determined when she put her mind to it. And she could be just as awful as he could. Even if she was fighting to not lose to his fingers. That groan didn’t help either, it resonated with her, made her feel like she was special enough to get it from him. It made her squirm against his fingers, the tingles racing up her spine making her want to make him actually earn her. Not that was necessary - she already knew he had. As much as he enjoyed the sounds she made? She loved the ones he made.
“You love it…. and you know it,” she managed to breathe out as he nibbled at her ear, her body actually trembling at it. She wore a self satisfied little smirk when he caved - Gin 0, Rangiku 1. Yeah she was keeping score in her head. Don’t ask, she’s got a special little place for evil teases.
The look she gave him was one of how dumb do you think I am? but it softened as she let the fact that it was a serious question sink in. She ran her nails across his cheek gently, her other hand releasing him to rest on his hip, as she kissed him softly, a stark contrast to the moment before. Her words whispered against his lips, “You don’t have to worry about surprises.”
She wasn’t one to want little hers running around. She felt that might be a bad idea. So she had the implants, no childrens for her, thank you very much. Hell, no PMS. It was a godsend, really.
"Good," he said, whispering that word against her lips, even as he moved so he was poised, with her legs around him. "Because I love you, an' the last thing I want is you regretting this."
He didn't even let her answer as he entered her. Knowing that Rangiku didn't want to wait (and neither did he), he didn't even pause afterward, but instead started to move immediately, pinning her beneath him in an embrace and so he could get some deep thrusts in, as a playful little revenge for teasing him as much as he was teasing her.
It was done with love though, even if it was steadily turning into the sort of hot, needy, satisfying sort of love. In fact, if there was a spectrum between making love and a much needed fucking, they were probably right on the 50% mark, halfway between each.
For Rangiku who wasn’t quite comfortable with her dreams yet, his words surprised her. But she felt the familiar tightening in her heart that meant there was some serious feels going on in there. Her breath got caught in her throat and her heart skipped a beat - somehow she didn’t doubt his words. She believed them entirely. And she was about to reply when he thrust into her. She couldn’t form words for a minute before she tightened her legs around him, and moaned, a low and drawn out sound as she moved to meet him, thrust for thrust.
He paid her back for teasing him,and she was putty in his hands because of it. Her lips sought his, wanting to renew their silent devotions. She would have said, had she the ability to really speak at this point, was that she loved him too. Instead, she got to just show him with actions.
They were certainly teetering on the edge of lovemaking and just straight up fucking, not that Rangiku cared right now.The only thing she cared about was getting her fingers back on his skin.
Showing by acting was something slightly more Gin's style, since he did tend to be more of a round-about type of person, and enjoyed skirting around the edges of things or to leaving people guessing. That he even said that and meant it was a major milestone, and something he had wished he had told her from the start, instead of leaving so many things unsaid.
It was fucking because he was desperate to feel her like this again, and love, because he couldn't help but fall for her all over again. He would move mountains and oceans and stars for her, if he could. And that showed in the way he kissed her, that she meant everything to him, and for this moment it was like all else had ceased to exist. There was only their two bodies, joined, their breath and moans mingling, and nothing else.
His was round about. Rangiku was pretty much straight forward. It really was true opposites attract. She knew he wasn’t one to say that kind of thing lightly. It was too serious a thing for a pair of kids who grew up on their own to just drop on a whim. Rangiku would have replied, and meant it, had she had the capacity to speak. But she made sure he knew.
There was a primal need to sait between them - it was all need and desire and want. But what made it so much more was that it was making up for lost time. For time she didn’t know had been wasted. For time that they had been apart - both in this life and the other. Rangiku was naturally a lazy person, and not much made her really stand up and take notice, care and put effort into it, but he was the one real person to make her want to make that effort. This moment was all that balled into this, his own love and emotion reflected back in return in her own kisses, her own touches. She didn’t know where the wellspring of emotions came from but she knew enough to trust it and make sure he knew. Come what may in the future, the now was worth every second, damned be the consequences.
It was true that the capacity for speech was totally eradicated. All of the sounds he was capable of were reduced to breaths and gasps and moans pressed against lips or the soft skin of her neck. Every part of his being loved her beyond measure, but he had grown tired of waiting already. In some other life, somewhere else, he had wasted so much time being away from her, that now he felt drawn to her. If she was a flame, then he was the moth. If he was burned because of this...then Gin had decided that the risk was worth the reward. And he was taking the reward now, and leaving the risk for later, come what may.
He was also taking her right now, in a way that might seem like it was a long time coming. Technically, it was, but his thrusts had deepened and his pace had picked up quite a bit. Not because of a concerted decision to rush to the ending, but more that his body demanded it, where matter had overtaken the mind instead of the other way around. It became all about the press of her breasts against his chest and the crush of their lips in a heated kiss, and tongues, touches, and the pounding rhythm of him, inside of her, and of how warm and inviting she was to him.
Rangiku was caught up in the heat of the moment. Kisses, moans, gasps and cries of pleasure were their language for the moment. Words weren’t really needed. She knew he loved her. She could tell just by the way he handled her. She felt like this was a long time in the making, and while she didn’t truly understand that feeling yet, she knew it was true. There was, in fact, no day but today. Live for the moment, no regrets.
There was nothing more to either of them then the feel, the touch of the other. What had begun so sweetly had taken on a life of it’s own, both consumed by a fiery passion neither wanted to put out. The only positive note to the rush to the end was that it was assured this was not the last time they’d get this chance. Not here. Not now. Her fingers couldn’t get enough of him, she wanted to memorize him by her touch alone.
It was not going to be the last time, not if he had anything to say or do about it.
Rangiku's cries had spurred him on and his own last shuddering moan of pleasure seemed neverending during his release, which caused him to break the kiss and helplessly rock their bodies together as he clung onto her, his face bowed down against her face. It was only for a moment before he gave up and buried his face into the side of her neck, nuzzling in and his body relaxing enough that it was like he was draped over her. • • •
It took him a moment to get his breath back, but when he did, he sighed softly, and propped himself up on his elbows to get a good - eyes opened - look at her. She was beautiful, from her flushed cheeks, to her bright eyes, and with her dark golden hair unraveling out of the braid.
Gin studied her closely for a moment before smiling. It wasn't forced. It wasn't that same smile he wore like a mask. His eyes weren't even squinting shut. It was a real, genuine smile reserved only for her and only a time like this. Sure, he wouldn't be proclaiming his love with words every 2.5 seconds, but it was blatantly plain to see how he felt in his eyes and with the way he curled his fingers in, to tenderly rub the back of them against her cheek.
Rangiku came down from the high slowly, as if she was reluctant to do so. She cradled him against her after he broke the kiss, giving him her neck to lean into, her shoulder to rest against. Selfless and comfortable. When he propped himself up, she unfurled her arms from around him, eyes opening to look up at him, returning his gaze.
A gentle smile curled her lips - one of understanding, one that cherished the moment. She loved his eyes and loved the fact that she got to see them more often than most of the world. It was a treasure she’d never give up. She loved that smile, and she knew the difference already between his just for her smile and the one he gave the world. Oh, and that devious one that made her wonder what plan he was cooking up in his head.
Rangiku may have qualified as needy (she’d kill someone who said it to her face) but she didn’t need him to tell her he loved her. Who did when she could see it, feel it - and never need to truly hear it. As his fingers brushed her cheek, she closed her eyes and tilted her head into them, sighing softly. A contented sigh.
That devious smile always meant he was up to no good. But it also meant he wasn't going to clue her in, which was probably the cause for a lot of frustration on her part, and that was probably going to spill over into this reality, as well. But there would be time for that, later. Now was something special that only the two of them shared, a private moment that was given only to her.
He knew she was needy as well. He never minded. She was special to him the moment he found her, laying on the ground in the North Rugonkai. Enough that he took her to his home with him, and made sure she never went without anything she needed...even if he was dodging in and out of there like a sneaky little fox on a moment's notice. He wondered just how many times had she turned around to ask him something to find that he wasn't there? And, for a few seconds, he might have had a flicker of regret in his eyes. It was not for what they had just done, but because he knew he was going to have to do the same thing to her, all over again.
He quickly covered it all up, with a loving kiss, followed by sighing against her lips before he pulled away, to lay next to her. He didn't bother to cover them up with a sheet or anything, instead laying there, with one arm around her waist.
"...ahhhh, now you've gone an' made me lazy like you are," he whispered, teasingly.
She liked all his smiles. Even if she was going to hate seeing them again, knowing nothing now though, she was happy. She’ll cross that bridge when she comes to it. And if he thinks he’ll forever be able to do that to her, he’s got another thing coming. Rangiku was nothing if not stubborn, too. She’ll keep trying no matter how many times he evades her questions.
She frowned a touch at the regret in his eyes, she knew it wasn’t for this moment but she couldn’t puzzle out why there would be regret. She smiled, though, as he kissed her. Then snuggled up against him, fingers moving to rest over the arm draped over her waist.
And then the teasing. But she only smiled. “You call that lazy?” she asked in the same quiet tones, a hint of laughter in her voice. She didn’t consider them being lazy, merely recuperating from a really exhausting (emotionally and physically) moment.
She would hate them, and he knew it. Because evade he will, seeing as it's what he's good at. It's a miracle he even revealed how he truly felt about her, but he was feeling impetuous and the teasing had gone on long enough, without some satisfaction gained for the both of them.
"Yep," he continued teasing her, his own voice hushed but mirthful, "cuz I did all the work, ya bum. Next time you're gonna be on top, Rangiku. Doncha worry? I'll hold onta these so neither of us get knocked out."
He raised his hand up enough to rest it over one of her breasts, not squeezing at all, just laying his hand there. He also began to quietly laugh, waiting for her to voice her opinion about his joking.
Otherwise, recouping was good, since he didn't want to move. He needed a shower and food and something to drink, and probably getting dressed again somewhere in there, but there was no rush. He didn't want there to be a rush. In fact, he would be happy if they could laze about in a sexy afterglow for an eternity.
Rangiku would learn to deal. Then make him pay for every evasion he made. She was rather evil like that, in some sense. She wasn’t going to make it easy on him. Not entirely her way. Her lips twitched as he teased.
“I was not lazy,” she snapped at him, not moving his hands though. “And that is much appreciated. But I am not that lazy. Not when it comes to sex,” she snapped, her voice clipped, although she was smiling. Hard to be mad right now when she was living with that afterglow.
She rested her head against his and smiled softly. “Yer such a pain, Gin. Seriously?” she smirked, though, while saying it. “But fair’s fair, next time we’ll switch.” She was laughing again, she felt wonderful. This was wonderful. Even if she wanted a shower and food. She had no motivation TO move to get said objects, because she? Was comfortable. And she didn’t want to ruin it.
With Gin, this one is scores high on the evasive scale. If there was a level he had reached, it would probably be ‘Epic Grandmaster’. But since he was up to the task and even if she was going to get mad at him? Still worth it. Same as it was to get her to snap at him or make her lips twitch like that, or to make her laugh...which was quickly becoming one of his favorite sounds.
"Fair's fair. Since there'll be a next time. I'm gonna spend my time teasin' ya up to it, until it happens again," he promised, his voice back to a lazy, self-satisfied drawl. "Ya ain't lazy when we're doin' that, but you sure are when it comes to everythin' else."
He started to laugh, not even able to keep it bottled up. In fact, he hugged onto her so she couldn't thwap him as easily, while he was busy having a snicker-fit.
Rangiku was happy. Even if she got lip twitchy and grry at him. It was a special kind of love for her to not murder him for being an evasive dick. You know how that goes. She gave him a look. Brows furrowed, eyes narrowed.
“I made the mochi. That isn’t lazy,” she said with a scowl that was almost real annoyance.
But it faded when he hugged her so she couldn’t beat him. She really wanted to and the look in her eyes could melt glass.
He finally stopped laughing and moved just enough to look at her, "Aww, no it wasn't lazy. Actually, some mochi sounds kinda nice right now. Want me to get you anythin' ta eat, or should I let ya fend for yourself?"
To let her know he was only joking about that, he tipped his head down while he was still staring at into her eyes, and placed a kiss on her shoulder.
Rangiku let her face soften and made another face at him at the teasing. Before she smiled softly.
“I’ll take some of that mochi, if you don’t mind?” she said softly, her expression once more turning soft as he kissed her shoulder, her eyes sparkled, and lost the glimmer of murderous intent. Good save, Gin, Good save.
What can he say? He knows the ways of the Rangiku. It probably didn't help when he laid it on thick by kissing his way over her shoulders and neck and face and back down the other side as he climbed over her to get out of bed and grab his robe. Which, on his way to the bathroom to fetch said robe, his snake tattoo on his back was probably visible. But it's not like he's going to be answering questions about that, nor did it it cover his entire back. More like half. Gin had other tattoos in other places as well that he didn't have when he was a soul reaper, all of which were hidden when he was fully dressed. Even his tattoos are sneaky secrets.
Emerging from the bathroom a moment later, a fully robed Gin gave her a smile and a tickle of his fingers under one of her feet, before he was off to get that mochi. Then he would be back, to feed it to her.
Rangiku filed all that away for further research and questioning later. Poor boy never really would be safe from her curiosity. He won brownie points with all those sweet kisses, no lie. Lots of brownie points. Instead of worrying about it now, she laid her head back down and stretched languidly, smiling happily.