Twin Blossoms

This was a very difficult pairing to work with, and as I got started I ended up writing 20 pages of story before I stopped and hadn’t gotten them near to being in bed, so instead I put that story aside for the moment and worked this out

This takes place after everything was worked out in the story I am working on, so think of it as an usurp of something that is in progress because these two are just not a couple that would jump into bed together.

Hopefully I will finish the real story this comes from and post it because I kind of like the challenge and idea behind it. I apologies for the long wait, especially to you Kazes, but this was a hard pairing to work with without doing a full background as to how or why they ended up together.


He watched the two girls play elegantly on the grass beside the private Koi pond, his brush and the document he was working on momentarily forgotten. The elder wore an elegant kimono fitting for the mistress of the Kuchiki clan while the younger wore one designed for a child expected to get into mischief, all be it crafted from silks that the cost would feed a family for a year.

The two girls giggled as the younger missed the ball they were passing between them. A faint smile pulled at his lips as he watched his daughter disappear in a flash to stop the ball from going too far.

His eyes followed her movements with ease of course, for while she was indeed very fast for a child, she had many, many years before she could cut even half of his speed.

“Excellent work.” His wife cheered happily, and it was as if her whole face lit up like the morning sun as she beamed in pride at their daughter.

She had come such a long way from the bumbling, shy, clumsy girl who had befriended his adopted sister and had truly grown into her role. While she held the grace of a true Kuchiki now, she had not lost some of her other aspects, such as a diet that could kill a Vasto Lorde, cooking skills to match it, and she couldn’t do a single piece of embroidery if she tried.

That was fine, the family hadn’t tricked her into being his wife for those skills, but rather her other unusual abilities.

As usual he found a slight downwards turn of his lips when he thought about the days where it was a struggle to keep him alive each day as the disease had attacked and destroyed his body and reiatsu. How the family had approached her to keep him alive long enough to produce an heir and subsequently legally bind her to him.

He had half expected her to bawl during their wedding or try to run away, but she had not. Instead she had straightened her back, firmed her jaw, and worked herself to exhaustion each day to keep him alive until they finally found a cure to his ailment.

“Something troubles you.”

The voice took him by surprise, but no such emotion was permitted to show as he turned his gaze from his family to his grandfather.

“It is nothing.” He denied, picking up his brush once more and continuing to work on the document before him.

“You regret this arrangement?”

“No.” He answered and meant it.

“Than merely the circumstances that brought us to this.” Genrei said, turning his own gaze to the two women. “There are already many wishing to court her.”

Byakuya merely gave a slight incline of his head to indicate he had both heard and understood. It had been a while since the family had produced a female with a good level of reiatsu and as breeding stock went she was in very high demand being in the blood by marrying ones son.

There had been no such demands for Rukia of course giving her absence of bloodline. But still, the thought of losing his little girl bothered him, and if it bothered him than he knew it would be destroying her mother.

“There is much time yet to find a suitable attachment.” He declared.

“Indeed.” His grandfather agreed.

They sat in silence for a while, both of them watching the two girls while trying to pretend they weren’t. Once again it was his grandfather who spoke first.

“The clan elders are pushing for an Heir.”

While it was unusual it was also not unheard of for a woman to take the head, which is why the family had backed off after his daughter had been born. They had a back up and now that his health was stable they were looking for a true heir to continue the blood lines.

He suddenly understood now why his wife had been withdrawn lately. No doubt the female half of the elders had been pressuring her to conceive an appropriate heir soon. It wasn’t their demands for her to get knocked up again that would bother her though, no it would be the fact that they were pushing her first child aside as unimportant in this matter.

If it was one thing Orihime hated, it was for anyone to look down on anyone else as inferior. He had already heard the reports from his trusted aides on the arguments his wife had had with the elders about just what was and wasn’t right in treating family.

He himself had caught one of the conversations while walking through the halls one day and it always brought a slight twitch to his lips to remember hearing her corner the elders and give them the lecture of a life time on family.

Unlike them she had lost hers at a young age and somehow whenever those lectures went off her own personal pain poured into those listening and left them all feeling abashed.

Before he could respond to his grandfathers statement a servant came hurrying into the garden and stopped on the edge of the small patch of grass, going to one knee quickly and awaiting acknowledgment from his lady.

“What is it?” Orihime asked, concern in her voice.

“Unohana-taichou has requested your aide at the fourth.” The servant was quick to relay.

At once concern sprang onto her face and she shot a look over to where he was sitting, grey eyes meeting grey. With a nod of his head she broke the eye contact and shooed their daughter his way before quickly leaving the area, the servant rising to follow her.

He saw her head nod as the servant filled her in on whatever was up until they left sight. His eyes than returned to his daughter, who was holding the ball and staring at him expectantly.

With a smile reserved for his family only he stood and stepped down onto the grass, leaving his grandfather and the document behind. The smile that lit up his daughters face was worth anything he could ever hope to pay as she dropped the ball back to the ground and kicked it his way, hard.

He easily intercepted it and returned the ball her way far harder and faster than her mother had. It was not just a game now, it was training. With a smile and a laugh she ran after the ball to return it.

His grandfather watched them silently, the smallest quirk of his lips visibly only to those who knew him. The game eventually ended and one of his daughters many caretakers arrived to get her ready for dinner.

Orihime was back by than and took her place beside him. Only years of living with her steeled his will as he watched her pile the most bizarre concoctions on her meal. It was one habit of hers he was pleased their daughter did not share.

“I trust the emergency has been dealt with.” He commented.

She gave a nod of her head as her mouth was full of food, saving her answer for after she had swallowed.

“The crisis has been adverted.” She agreed. “I will return in the morning to check upon the patient, but I feel he will be just fine. Unohana-senpai is a skilled healer after all.” She smiled at him widely.

The rest of dinner went without event and he retreated to his study while she settled their daughter in to bed. It was late in the evening when he headed back to his room, swinging by his daughters, not at all surprised to see his wife still there and reiterating some fantastic fairy tale about flying cats and a prince that was turned into a red bean.

Her imagination hadn’t been too curved and this was one thing their daughter shared with her mother, a rather wild and vivid imagination. Fortunately their daughter was already deep in dream land and with the slightest brush of his reiatsu against hers she stopped her tale and turned to grace him with a smile.

She turned back to her daughter and gave her a kiss on the forehead, tucked the blankets around her more snugly, and slowly rose to her feet and made her way to meet him at the door, pausing only to snuff out the candle.

She slid the door closed with a soft clack and fell by his side as they walked to their room. He could feel the cackle of reiatsu in the air and had he been anyone else he would have frowned in annoyance at the not so subtle hint his elders were giving them.

His wife seemed oblivious to the charged atmosphere, but he had learned that she often feigned such and there was a slight sigh that escaped her before grey eyes met his with a soft smile.

So there would be no resistance from her, that was one less headache. In fact he almost swore there was a hint of excitement in her eyes.

Since the night they had conceived their daughter they had never shared a bed that way again, and he was ashamed to admit the thought of bedding her again was not unpleasant. There was also a trace on longing in her reiatsu and he had known for a while she had been craving another child, the only thing dampening her enthusiasm was the families ulterior motives for her to conceive one.

He had a feeling if she had her way they would be swamped with children, she loved them, as shown by the attention she paid their daughter and every other child that crossed her path.

It didn’t take them long to get settled into bed, the ritual long since memorized, the conversations about their day and his daughters progress conducted and finished as he pulled the sheets over them.

Instead of settling down to sleep as they usually did, he shifted to his side and ran a hand gently down her arm. She turned a startled gaze his way, one that held a large trace of anticipation in it.

“You desire another child?” He asked softly, dropping all masks in this moment between them.

“Of course.” She answered with a large smile. “I always wanted many. Midori is wonderful, but it wont be much longer until playing with mom is going to no longer be fun. I can’t keep up with her anymore.”

That brought the slightest hint of a smile to his face, for indeed his daughter was becoming a most wonderful student. She would definitely take the top of her classes when she arrived at the academy for her official training.

Orihime was looking at him with suck longing in her eyes that he could not find himself denying the thought of more children was a pleasant one, regardless of the families wishes.

Shifting to his side he reached out one hand to brush a stray lock of hair from her face before moving in closer to gently catch her lips with his own. She was hesitant at first, for this was the first kiss they had ever really shared, but she was quick to return in it with the fire he remembered from her youth.

She moved closer to him, pressing her body against his and before he even knew what had happened her hands and mouth were all over him, touching and caressing every inch of him she could reach.

It was like he had unleashed her inner fire with that one soft kiss. He was stunned for a moment before quickly recovering enough to retake command of the situation, returning her caresses and moving her under him, effectively pinning her down.

It didn’t stop her hands from roving over his body, but it did slow them down to something a little more slower and the touches went from needy to more gentle and exploratory.

He squirmed a bit when one hand brushed lightly along his side, causing her to pause and them to share a moment of stillness as they looked into each others eyes. He felt dread well up in him when he saw a spark of mischief dance in her eyes and before he know it she was attacking his sides with her fingers while giggling madly.

He caught her hands and pinned them above her head, but it didn’t stop her giggling. He used his mouth over hers to silence that. Her body relaxed against his and he released her hands, which quickly found their way to his back, caressing it softly.

She stilled when a hand crept between her legs and caressed her. She spread her legs a bit more to let him settled between them and a second gentle caress confirmed she was indeed wet and ready for penetration.

His eyes met hers again and she gave a nod of her head while shifting her legs a bit more. Settling firmly between them he dove into her slowly. Her head went back and she let out a sigh once he was fully sheathed inside of her.

He waited a moment, giving her time to adjust before he started to move slowly, widening the passage. Only when he could move easily did he increase the pace, earning little mewling sounds he had never heard from her before at each forward thrust.

She began to rise to meet his downward strokes and her hands fell from his back to grasp the futon above her head before latching onto a pillow instead.

The reiatsu from the elders circled through them and around them, driving primal instinct to the forefront of their bodies until thought was no longer possible and the only thing that crossed his mind was the white light at the other end of the tunnel.

He was dimly aware that she had called his name as that white light danced before his eyes and every ounce of strength seemed to rush from his body while filling hers. He collapsed on top of her, feeling more exhausted than he had in years and yet strangely satisfied at the same time.

He felt so comfortable laying there, his warm body pressed against hers with his head resting on the soft, pillow-like breast. He must have dozed off because the next thing he knew she was nudging him awake, complaining her hips were killing her.

He felt a rush of embarrassment as he shifted off of her. It didn’t last long, he was out like a light as soon as he shifted and settled again. When he woke the next time it was to find his wife curled up against him, breathing softly in her own slumber.

They had never cuddled, always sleeping on their own side of the futons. It was a rather pleasant surprise. It had been so long since he had woken with another curled against him that he had forgotten how nice it was to have that warmth by his side.

He could definitely get use to waking up like this more often. There was a million reasons for him to get up, judging by the very dim light coming from outside it was the normal time he woke up to start his day. He had jobs to do, a division to run, a family to lead.

There was only one reason to stay in bed, and that one reason at the moment seemed more important than any piece of paper work that really could wait another few minutes. The sun was rising by the time his wife stirred, making little morning moans that were rather cute and she curled more closely against him.

Yes, he could get use to waking up like this, and judging by the way she seemed to curl more firmly against him with no signs of moving, she most definitely didn’t mind either. He felt that twitch of a smile coming on when he realized that she was pretending to still be asleep so she wouldn’t have to move.

Eventually duty did force him to have to move, and he untangled himself from her warmth with reluctance he didn’t permit to show. She stirred as well and they went about their usual morning routine save for one small difference.

Before leaving their private quarters he paused, taking her by surprise which only grew when he brushed his lips on her check before moving off with all of his usual bearing. He could practically feel her beaming from behind him.




I hope you enjoyed these prompts and feel free to suggest others you might wish to see. Hopefully something a little easier than these two were, lol.