Heartbeat [Hearing]

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Title: Heartbeat
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Shihouin Yoruichi/Soi Fong, and a brief mention of Yoruichi/Urahara
Prompt: 012 - Hearing (2/100)
Word Count: 539
Rating: NC-17, for Femmeslash Smuttiness.
Author's Notes: You know, it's hard to write a 500+ word introspective piece. I think I've been in "drabble"-mode far too long. This challenge ought to shake me back into narrative-mode.

Yoruichi liked to listen to Soi Fong's heartbeat as she slept. That slow, rhymic pulse that was at the base of all life made her feel at peace while they lay huddled together. Yoruichi would end up worming her way into Soi Fong's grip, just to press her ear against the girl's chest to listen to that pulse. Or she would nuzzle up into her neck, or run her lips across her wrist. Anything for that beat, at the very core of being.

But, of course, there were other things that Yoruichi liked to hear. Just the sound of her name on Soi Fong's lips, whispered, muttered, gasped, moaned, screamed. Any pitch, any tone, any time, any where, but especially that soft and needy whisper only in the bedroom. Of course, when she used that tone, anything that came from her lips was heaven to Yoruichi's ears, be it her name or anything else.

Yoruichi could hear everything better than normal people, and in sex it was no different. No whispery gasp for breath was lost, no near-silent pleas, or demands for more. The soft sound of hair across skin, nails over flesh, and that deliciously wet when her fingers worked inside Soi Fong's dripping folds, or her tongue, or her own crotch, grinding together to spawn unbelievable friction.

Through it all, though, despite every other wonderful noise Soi Fong could make, Yoruichi still liked her heartbeat the best, and would routinely kiss and nibble her wrist, just to feel it, or do the same to the pale curve of her neck. And then, there was her heart itself, hidden beneath her small, pert breasts which were constantly lavished with attention. Her lover would squeal and writhe beneath her, giving Yoruichi a rush of power that made the lust burn brighter.

Urahara once told Yoruichi that she was a very vocally oriented lover, and Yoruichi supposed that was true. The noises of others were fabulous, but she also liked making sounds of her own. And Soi Fong certainly seemed to enjoy all the nasty things Yoruichi would whisper directly into her ear, those seductive little phrases, throaty and breathless and hungry.

"I need you," she'd whisper. "I want you to moan for me, moan while I go down on you and suck you dry of every tasty little drop of come in your body. I'm going to finger-fuck you until you're raw, and make you beg me to do it just a little more. I'll kiss, and I'll bite, and I'll do whatever I damn well please, because you're mine, Soi Fong. And I will make you scream."

It would work, and Soi Fong would cry out as Yoruichi claimed her, doing everything she promised and more. And all the whimpers and gasps and moans and breathless cries for more were all well and good. But Yoruichi preferred the silence that followed, punctuated by Soi Fong's slow breathing as she slept, and the gentle beat of her heart.

That would always be her favorite.