Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Rangiku/Hitsugaya
Author: crazydiamond_

Rangiku sleeps. It doesn\u2019t come easily for her, as the last week has been a blur of working,
working, to try and bleach her brain of their\u2026 indiscretion. It is a dangerous knowledge,
something she tries to push away from her with both hands--

relief, comfort after so long
pleasure, bodies twisting against each other
he had wanted it, too

--until heat flashes through her, leaving her chilled and bereft in its wake. His touch had trailed
like fire over her skin, and her amazement at his talent-despite-inexperience had faded like
morning mist. She hadn\u2019tcare d, after a while, how he\u2019d learned to do such things, only that he

air thick in her lungs, each breath an agony
legs tight around him, each undulation a delight
head thrown back, eyes shut hard

--like it was his right, his due. Then, afterward, the crawling dismay as he shrunk from her, as sanity returned to those extraordinary eyes of his and he realized how many principles he\u2019d just breached.

my friend
hurting
and so am I

still damp from his sweat and semen
still throbbing from the climax he\u2019d given her
still longing for contact and comfort

And so Rangiku worked to occupy her mind, supervising the lower seats and training and the
hated, omnipresent paperwork. Naps were now impossible; she could no longer look at the settee
in Hitsugaya\u2019s office without--

feeling herself slide against it, a little jolt to accompany each of his thrusts
hearing the creak of the aged leather as they writhed against each other
seeing the imprint of their bodies, just for a moment, after they stood

remembering what had happened. She shook her head to rid herself of the memories, but always
they returned, flitting back, silver fish darting faster than the eye could see. It would, perhaps,
not be so hard if recalling the episode didn\u2019t still have the power to affect her; if her shame were
stronger than her arousal. But\u2014

the way his eyelashes feathered upon his cheeks as he laved her nipples with his tongue
the way his calloused fingertips felt, skimming up the inside of her thigh
the way his breath panted, harsh and moist, in her ear as he came

tormenter
saviour
bastard

--then this, certainly, wasn\u2019t about to make a dent in the armour of her psyche. And, if she were honest, the shame added something to the arousal, a frisson of taboo that made her look back upon it with perhaps more nostalgia than it warranted.

Because surely it couldn\u2019t have been as searing, as effecting, an experience as she seemed to recall? It was his first time, after all; prodigy or no, there was only so much that book-learning could do for a person. She must be imagining how\u2014

her eyes rolled back in her head
lights flashed in her mind
pleasure burst in her abdomen

--good it had been, exaggerating it with the distance of time. He must be exaggerating it, too, because he hadn\u2019t met her eyes all week, and his entire body seemed to vibrate with tension when they were in the same room.

Once, their hands accidentally touched and Hitsugaya quivered violently, just for a second. It
made Rangiku think of how he\u2019d done the same thing when she\u2019d closed her hand around his
erection and guided it into her body. Then he turned and left, long rapid strides taking him away,
and Rangiku was glad for it. If it were to never happen again, she didn\u2019t want temptation to be
staring her in the face.

Rangiku sleeps, uneasily but deeply. When she wakes, it\u2019s suddenly and she is disoriented to feel
another\u2019s reiatsu in the room with her. Gin never stayed when they were done, after all, and it
feels odd to rouse from unconsciousness and find someone else there. She knows who it is; she\u2019s
felt his spiritual pressure every day of her life for the past decade, and something--

apprehension
anxiety
anticipation

touch me
kiss me
fill me

--tell her it was a mistake, and he hates her, and doesn\u2019t want her to be his lieutenant any longer,
as she\u2019s feared all week. In the dark of the room, his eyes glint in the slash of light through the
window, inscrutable as always. He is fully dressed, captain\u2019s coat and Hyourinmaru and all, and
his hands are clenched into fists at his sides.