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Old Times/Sheets
A pair of fics I did for a claim over at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
shoujoai100 that I just started doing again >>. I'm gonna finish it. Really.
Anyway, one's smutty and one's horribly angsty. Just to be safe, spoilers to the end of the Soul Society arc. More for the second, really. Oh, and Old Times was un-betaed. And Sheets was only lightly Beta-ed. So. Sorry.
Title: Old Times
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Shihouin Yoruichi/Shiba Kuukaku
Prompt: 042 - Eclectic (3/100)
Word Count: 904
Rating: NC-17, for Femmeslash Smuttiness.
Author's Notes:
It had been years since Yoruichi had visited Shiba Kuukaku, and the fireworks expert was still the most random woman she'd ever met. From her impossibly weird house designs down to her hairstyle, nothing seemed to mesh with her. She was utterly freed from the constraints of logic or consistency. Perhaps that's what had attracted her to Kuukaku in the first place.
Nonetheless, there they sat after so many years, sharing a drink in mirrored, entirely unladylike positions. Kuukaku had her jug of sake; Yoruichi had her dish of milk.
"'S been too long," Kuukaku drawled, voice slightly slurred by the heady rice wine. "I missed ya."
Yoruichi grunted in the affirmative as she finished off her milk, then dropped the dish with a loud sigh. She licked her lips in the sexually feline way that she did everything with, and gave Kuukaku a friendly grin.
"Me, too."
And then she was standing up, sliding her top off with casual elegance and not a word because, hey, why waste words? They'd done it in the past; Yoruichi could count on her hands the number of friends she'd not had at least a single sexual encounter with, and Kuukaku wasn't one of them.
In a flash she was naked, stepping across the bare floorboards with a sway to her hips and a playful smirk on her lips. Kuukaku just set her sake jug down and pulled the bandages from her hair, letting her spiky bangs fall free. Yoruichi usually liked to unwrap her own presents, after all.
And that's just what she did, untying the knot at the back of Kuukaku's shirt to allow her sizable bust to go free, letting her own dark fingers run across the other's pale skin. Kuukaku let out a shuddering groan at Yoruichi's experienced touch, and before she knew it those smirking lips were on her neck, clever tongue dragging along her throat with a pleasant, feline roughness.
She reached out with her hand, gripping Yoruichi's taut thigh to guide the woman closer to her, but Yoruichi just pulled away, looking down at Kuukaku mischievously before going about removing the rest of her clothing. First went the dagger affixed to her arm, then the other tie on her shirt so it could be discarded in full. Last was her skirt, already low on her hips so it was quite easy to slide off.
Now satisfied, Yoruichi slid forward to drape herself in Kuukaku's lap, leaning in to kiss her forcefully and sparking delicious friction when their chests rubbing together. She let her arms slip around Kuukaku's neck, while the other slid her arm to Yoruichi's rear, holding it to keep her close.
Their tongues rolled together, sharing the hot taste of sake. Yoruichi began to rock her body forward, skin sliding over skin, and raked her nails lightly over Kuukaku's back. She slid a hand down, cupping Kuukaku's full breast and working it slowly. Kuukaku returned the favour, kneading Yoruichi's ass with equal pace and letting her fingers drift teasingly close to the edges of Yoruichi's labia.
Finally they broke apart, gasping for breath and gasping out moans, and Yoruichi slipped down, rolling lips and tongue over the curve of Kuukaku's throat, slowly raking her teeth over the bared flesh. Kuukaku shuddered, moaning and moving her fingers down further to rub Yoruichi's slit slowly, making Yoruichi whimper against her skin. Yoruichi simply rolled her fingers over Kuukaku's nipple in response, pressing her body as close as she could against Kuukaku's.
Slowly, and deftly using her one hand to keep Yoruichi's balance, Kuukaku extracted one of her legs from beneath her lover's hips, slinging it over Yoruichi's thigh. Yoruichi let out a hot moan as Kuukaku pressed their hips together, and let herself grind forward. They shifted instinctively into a smooth rhythm, pushing and pulling in almost-perfect time.
Yoruichi dug her nails harder into Kuukaku's shoulder to hold on, and Kuukaku kept her tight grip on Yoruichi's ass as the heat rolled within them. Yoruichi made a high, keening noise of pleasure as Kuukaku shifted just right to let Yoruichi's clit slip inside, and it wasn't long before Kuukaku felt the same sensation.
They moved evenly - always had been pretty well matched, since they were just a pair of Rukongai brats - but Yoruichi was the Goddess of Flash so it was no surprise when she came first, crying out sharply as the electric bolt of lust shot through her every nerve. She never slackened, though, and even slipped her hand down to rub her fingers over Kuukaku's clit. It wasn't too long before Kuukaku followed in suit, moaning Yoruichi's name roughly from the back of her throat.
Yoruichi kept herself there, nuzzling into the crook of Kuukaku's neck with her arms over her shoulders once more. There was the comforting warmth of skin against skin, something Kuukaku had been sorely missing in the past years. Amazing as the rest of her body might have been, a one-armed girl didn't get too much attention; Yoruichi was one of the few who'd never cared.
"Just like old times, eh?" Kuukaku chuckled, voice a bit rusty from lust, but it was like honey to Yoruichi's ears.
"Mmm," she murmured against Kuukaku's throat, placing another kiss just below her jaw. "I missed it."
"Yeah," Kuukaku muttered, running her fingertips slowly up and down Yoruichi's spine, making her arch and squirm deliciously. "Me too."
Title: Sheets
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Matsumoto Rangiku/Hinamori Momo
Prompt: 093 - Fresh [004/100]
Word Count: 515
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: OH GOD. SO MUCH ANGST. ><
From the first time she saw him, Hinamori Momo had devoted everything to Aizen Sousuke. She had followed him, served him, done everything he'd ever wished.
She was his most adoring fan, his beloved Vice-Captain.
She had loved him.
And he'd stabbed her through the heart.
---
From the first time she met him, Matsumoto Rangiku had been fascinated by Ichimaru Gin. She had been saved by him, saved from the brink of death and starvation by his kindess. So she'd followed him, followed him into the Shinigami life just for him.
He was her idol. He was what she wanted to be, so strong and good.
She had loved him.
And he'd betrayed her, and all she stood for.
---
Sometimes, Hinamori Momo woke up in the middle of the night and could still feel the sting of his blade in her chest. She'd remember that kind smile just before he'd left her for dead. Those cold killers eyes she'd never seen before.
She could forget the blood, and even forget the pain, but she could never forget that smile.
She woke up with blood on her sheets, dripping from the wound in her heart long ago healed.
---
Sometimes, Matsumoto Rangiku woke up in the middle of the night and could still feel the touch of his fingertips on her skin. She's remember that sad smile just before he'd left her and everything he'd lived for the past years. That sadness that she'd never seen before.
She could forget the fighting, forget putting her blade to his throat, but she could never forget that smile.
She woke up with his shadow under her sheets, when his body had long ago vanished from her bed.
---
Hinamori Momo felt like no one could ever understand. Understand such betrayal that she could barely function anymore. She'd pledged herself to him, and he'd tried to kill her.
---
Matsumoto Rangiku felt like no one could ever understand. Understand such betrayal that he was forever locked in her mind. She'd given her body and soul to him, and he'd left her with nothing but a sad smile.
---
They'd found each other in a quiet corner of Seireitei, where Aizen had taken her to learn Kidoh and Gin had sometimes gone to think. It was a chance meeting, one that neither had ever expected to happen.
Hinamori gasped when she was disturbed.
Rangiku frowned when she saw who it was.
Hinamori had cried for the first time in front of someone else, seeing the haunted look in Rangiku's eyes that she saw in her own mirror.
Rangiku had hugged the crying girl, seeing the depthless sadness in Hinamori's eyes that she saw in the reflecting pool before them.
---
Hinamori made sure there were fresh sheets on her bed. No bloodstains.
Rangiku checked beneath them just in case. No shadows.
Long into the night, Rangiku held her.
Long into the night, Hinamori let herself be held.
She was left behind, Rangiku realized.
She was cut through the heart, Hinamori knew.
Someone understood, and that was what mattered.
shoujoai100 that I just started doing again >>. I'm gonna finish it. Really.Anyway, one's smutty and one's horribly angsty. Just to be safe, spoilers to the end of the Soul Society arc. More for the second, really. Oh, and Old Times was un-betaed. And Sheets was only lightly Beta-ed. So. Sorry.
Title: Old Times
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Shihouin Yoruichi/Shiba Kuukaku
Prompt: 042 - Eclectic (3/100)
Word Count: 904
Rating: NC-17, for Femmeslash Smuttiness.
Author's Notes:
It had been years since Yoruichi had visited Shiba Kuukaku, and the fireworks expert was still the most random woman she'd ever met. From her impossibly weird house designs down to her hairstyle, nothing seemed to mesh with her. She was utterly freed from the constraints of logic or consistency. Perhaps that's what had attracted her to Kuukaku in the first place.
Nonetheless, there they sat after so many years, sharing a drink in mirrored, entirely unladylike positions. Kuukaku had her jug of sake; Yoruichi had her dish of milk.
"'S been too long," Kuukaku drawled, voice slightly slurred by the heady rice wine. "I missed ya."
Yoruichi grunted in the affirmative as she finished off her milk, then dropped the dish with a loud sigh. She licked her lips in the sexually feline way that she did everything with, and gave Kuukaku a friendly grin.
"Me, too."
And then she was standing up, sliding her top off with casual elegance and not a word because, hey, why waste words? They'd done it in the past; Yoruichi could count on her hands the number of friends she'd not had at least a single sexual encounter with, and Kuukaku wasn't one of them.
In a flash she was naked, stepping across the bare floorboards with a sway to her hips and a playful smirk on her lips. Kuukaku just set her sake jug down and pulled the bandages from her hair, letting her spiky bangs fall free. Yoruichi usually liked to unwrap her own presents, after all.
And that's just what she did, untying the knot at the back of Kuukaku's shirt to allow her sizable bust to go free, letting her own dark fingers run across the other's pale skin. Kuukaku let out a shuddering groan at Yoruichi's experienced touch, and before she knew it those smirking lips were on her neck, clever tongue dragging along her throat with a pleasant, feline roughness.
She reached out with her hand, gripping Yoruichi's taut thigh to guide the woman closer to her, but Yoruichi just pulled away, looking down at Kuukaku mischievously before going about removing the rest of her clothing. First went the dagger affixed to her arm, then the other tie on her shirt so it could be discarded in full. Last was her skirt, already low on her hips so it was quite easy to slide off.
Now satisfied, Yoruichi slid forward to drape herself in Kuukaku's lap, leaning in to kiss her forcefully and sparking delicious friction when their chests rubbing together. She let her arms slip around Kuukaku's neck, while the other slid her arm to Yoruichi's rear, holding it to keep her close.
Their tongues rolled together, sharing the hot taste of sake. Yoruichi began to rock her body forward, skin sliding over skin, and raked her nails lightly over Kuukaku's back. She slid a hand down, cupping Kuukaku's full breast and working it slowly. Kuukaku returned the favour, kneading Yoruichi's ass with equal pace and letting her fingers drift teasingly close to the edges of Yoruichi's labia.
Finally they broke apart, gasping for breath and gasping out moans, and Yoruichi slipped down, rolling lips and tongue over the curve of Kuukaku's throat, slowly raking her teeth over the bared flesh. Kuukaku shuddered, moaning and moving her fingers down further to rub Yoruichi's slit slowly, making Yoruichi whimper against her skin. Yoruichi simply rolled her fingers over Kuukaku's nipple in response, pressing her body as close as she could against Kuukaku's.
Slowly, and deftly using her one hand to keep Yoruichi's balance, Kuukaku extracted one of her legs from beneath her lover's hips, slinging it over Yoruichi's thigh. Yoruichi let out a hot moan as Kuukaku pressed their hips together, and let herself grind forward. They shifted instinctively into a smooth rhythm, pushing and pulling in almost-perfect time.
Yoruichi dug her nails harder into Kuukaku's shoulder to hold on, and Kuukaku kept her tight grip on Yoruichi's ass as the heat rolled within them. Yoruichi made a high, keening noise of pleasure as Kuukaku shifted just right to let Yoruichi's clit slip inside, and it wasn't long before Kuukaku felt the same sensation.
They moved evenly - always had been pretty well matched, since they were just a pair of Rukongai brats - but Yoruichi was the Goddess of Flash so it was no surprise when she came first, crying out sharply as the electric bolt of lust shot through her every nerve. She never slackened, though, and even slipped her hand down to rub her fingers over Kuukaku's clit. It wasn't too long before Kuukaku followed in suit, moaning Yoruichi's name roughly from the back of her throat.
Yoruichi kept herself there, nuzzling into the crook of Kuukaku's neck with her arms over her shoulders once more. There was the comforting warmth of skin against skin, something Kuukaku had been sorely missing in the past years. Amazing as the rest of her body might have been, a one-armed girl didn't get too much attention; Yoruichi was one of the few who'd never cared.
"Just like old times, eh?" Kuukaku chuckled, voice a bit rusty from lust, but it was like honey to Yoruichi's ears.
"Mmm," she murmured against Kuukaku's throat, placing another kiss just below her jaw. "I missed it."
"Yeah," Kuukaku muttered, running her fingertips slowly up and down Yoruichi's spine, making her arch and squirm deliciously. "Me too."
Title: Sheets
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Matsumoto Rangiku/Hinamori Momo
Prompt: 093 - Fresh [004/100]
Word Count: 515
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: OH GOD. SO MUCH ANGST. ><
From the first time she saw him, Hinamori Momo had devoted everything to Aizen Sousuke. She had followed him, served him, done everything he'd ever wished.
She was his most adoring fan, his beloved Vice-Captain.
She had loved him.
And he'd stabbed her through the heart.
---
From the first time she met him, Matsumoto Rangiku had been fascinated by Ichimaru Gin. She had been saved by him, saved from the brink of death and starvation by his kindess. So she'd followed him, followed him into the Shinigami life just for him.
He was her idol. He was what she wanted to be, so strong and good.
She had loved him.
And he'd betrayed her, and all she stood for.
---
Sometimes, Hinamori Momo woke up in the middle of the night and could still feel the sting of his blade in her chest. She'd remember that kind smile just before he'd left her for dead. Those cold killers eyes she'd never seen before.
She could forget the blood, and even forget the pain, but she could never forget that smile.
She woke up with blood on her sheets, dripping from the wound in her heart long ago healed.
---
Sometimes, Matsumoto Rangiku woke up in the middle of the night and could still feel the touch of his fingertips on her skin. She's remember that sad smile just before he'd left her and everything he'd lived for the past years. That sadness that she'd never seen before.
She could forget the fighting, forget putting her blade to his throat, but she could never forget that smile.
She woke up with his shadow under her sheets, when his body had long ago vanished from her bed.
---
Hinamori Momo felt like no one could ever understand. Understand such betrayal that she could barely function anymore. She'd pledged herself to him, and he'd tried to kill her.
---
Matsumoto Rangiku felt like no one could ever understand. Understand such betrayal that he was forever locked in her mind. She'd given her body and soul to him, and he'd left her with nothing but a sad smile.
---
They'd found each other in a quiet corner of Seireitei, where Aizen had taken her to learn Kidoh and Gin had sometimes gone to think. It was a chance meeting, one that neither had ever expected to happen.
Hinamori gasped when she was disturbed.
Rangiku frowned when she saw who it was.
Hinamori had cried for the first time in front of someone else, seeing the haunted look in Rangiku's eyes that she saw in her own mirror.
Rangiku had hugged the crying girl, seeing the depthless sadness in Hinamori's eyes that she saw in the reflecting pool before them.
---
Hinamori made sure there were fresh sheets on her bed. No bloodstains.
Rangiku checked beneath them just in case. No shadows.
Long into the night, Rangiku held her.
Long into the night, Hinamori let herself be held.
She was left behind, Rangiku realized.
She was cut through the heart, Hinamori knew.
Someone understood, and that was what mattered.
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