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Even on the darkest night when empty promise means empty hand

And soldiers coming home like shadows turning red

And when the lights of hope are fading quickly then look to me

I'll be your home and angel I'll be in your head



Because you're lonely in your nightmare let me in

And there's heat beneath your winter let me in



I see the delta traces living lonely out on the limb

And a passing glimmer warm beneath your skin

Please tread gently on the ground when all around you earth turns to fire

Only get a second chance when danger's on the wind



Because you're lonely in your nightmare let me in

Because there's heat beneath your winter let me in



Must be lucky whether when you find the kind of wind that you need

Come on show me all the light and shade that made your name

I know you've got it in your head I've seen that look before

You've built your refuge turns you captive all the same



Because your lonely in your nightmare let me in

And it's barren in your garden let me in

Because there's heat beneath your winter let me in

Because you're so lonely in your nightmare let me in...

And it's cold out on your stone range let me in...

Because you’ve waited through your ice age let me in...



Because you're so lonely in your nightmare let me in

And it's cold out on the stone range let me in

Because there's heat beneath your winter let me in

Lonely in your Nightmare – Duran Duran

Toshiro stared up at the woman who was sprawled against her bedding. The linens tangled. She must be restless again. Pale skin and golden curls starkly contrasted against black sheets. She slept as she was wont to.  Bare as the day she was born. Small and fragile.

Yet powerful over him. For she made him want. Made him need.

In all the nights that he had come here, the vision of her never failed to make his breath catch.

His turquoise eyes swept over sleep warmed curves and he raised his hand towards the bed.

A chill swept through the bedroom, and he watched in rapt fascination as the coral hued peaks of her breasts tightened to hard buds.

She shivered slightly, moaning softly, the last sound falling from her lips with a hushed “Shiro”.

The soft sound shooting straight to his groin. That sound the reason that he escaped to the living world as often as he could.

Toshiro shed his clothing, draping his captain’s coat over the back of her bedroom chair. His zanpaktou he placed against the wall next to the bed.

Moving to the bedside, he brushed the curls from her brow and then his knuckles slid against the softness of her pale cheek.

Again the cool breeze swept around the space lit by the moon.

She turned onto her stomach, the line of her back bared to his inquisitive gaze. Tanned fingertips grazed over her spine. From the nape of her neck to the base of her spine, his hands teased whispering caresses and she shivered again.

Though this time it was not from cold.

Her face turned towards him and eyes, blue as clear skies met his. A small hand closed the small space between them, a long, delicate nail sliding over a muscled thigh. The familiar action of a lover.

Her eyes fell to the hard length of him jutting up to nearly touch his navel. And she ran the pad of  soft finger against him.

His eyes darkened with his desire at so simple a caress. When she moved to roll onto her back, his large hand splayed against her hip, holding her fast. She arched a brow in silent askance.

“Be still.”

So she was.

When his lips blossomed against the pale flesh of her shoulder, she moaned. Toshiro mapped the flesh before him like a king taking inventory of his lands.

Lips like velvet stroked hot kisses against her back, even teeth nipping lightly, tongue tracing intricate patterns as his hands slid over her. Calluses from centuries of swordsmanship gently abraded her skin and when his caress grew harder she had no complaints.

She felt his weight come down over her. Powerful arms and thighs caging her as he nibbled and nipped now, along her hairline and ears.

His kisses made her arch her slender neck, made her body move restlessly against his. His fingertips trailing over her arms to her palms and he lifted each small hand to press a kiss to the white palm.

His lips and tongue teased against her wrists, the pale underside far more sensitive that she could have guessed. That ticking pressure made her pulse leap in the blue veins beneath.

He was nipping across her lower back now, his hands sliding over the creamy globes of her bottom. Nails dragging lightly over them.

He allowed his fingers to wander further and delve in the darkened crevice of her thighs, feeling heat and moist want.

“Shiro… always teasing.” She murmured.

Slowly, he raised himself and she rolled, bodies shifting close together. Her skin like silk, his like velvet, a delicious friction.

His hands caught her legs at the knees, pulling them apart and then he settled himself between them. Every inch a conqueror.

He allowed his chest to press against hers, feeling the hard pebbles of her nipples sliding against his own warmer, firmer flesh. He noted the differences in their sizes. He had grown beyond the diminutive stature of his youth long past.

This delicate human woman barely reached his chest when he stood. Yet she seemed at the moment the largest, brightest part of the entire world to him.

Her hands, so small compared to his, slid up his arms, over well-formed biceps and shoulders into the silky shock of snowy hair. He traced his nose along her jawline, drinking in the sweet fragrance that was absinthe blossom and hungry female musk.

 When her nails skittered against his scalp, he groaned softly.

His mouth was on hers then. Hot, slick, demanding. Taking her breath and feeding the fire that had been smoldering in her belly. He coaxed it with artful touches and masterful poise to a raging inferno that threatened to consume her and the bed they lie tangled on.

He broke the kiss listening to her drag in ragged breaths. His mouth skated across her jaw and nipped at the flesh behind her ear. When he mouthed the pale skin of her throat she gasped loudly, hands clutching him tightly and he nearly purred.

For of all the areas of her body, her throat was perhaps his favorite. For it elicited such marvelous sounds from her. Gasps, whimpers, moans and cries. Toshiro would have them all.

Clutching her to him, he shifted onto his back, that sunny curtain of hair falling forwards around them in riotous curls, hiding them from the world for a moment.

His eyes, usually so cool and cautious were warm as they lifted to hers. She kissed his brow, lips blossoming like petals in the innocent caress.

Then his nose.

His chin.

He groaned when she turned her face into him and curled her tongue against the shell of his ear. “Need more” he rasped, large hand cupping her bottom dragging her hard against him. She shifted, letting his hardness slip between her thighs to cushion in the slippery folds of her sex.

. He ran his hands down her back to her bottom palms encountered smooth flesh. Toshiro forced her rock against his length. The flared head striking her pearl each time and the slick caress against him made him hungry for more.

Her small hand was sliding against his stomach, making the muscles contract and twitch with her teasing. When her fingertips encountered the short cropped hair that surrounded the length of him, she lightly dragged her nails through it.

His hips arched upwards, even as she captured him in a tight fist.  His eyes squeezed shut as she stroked him once, twice.

She mewled when his warm hands slid upwards over her ribcage to the peaks of her breasts. He palmed them, tested the weight of them as they grew heavier in her need.

Callused fingers rolled and teased and pinched and pulled until her hands sank into his bright hair again and she attacked his mouth with feverish kisses.

Toshiro delighted in the soft curves against him, the uneven breathing of his companion. He adored the lusty cries he wrung from her and as his hand trailed over her stomach to her heated core, he reveled in the near helpless motions of her overwrought body.

He cupped her boldly, no pretense in his action. Long fingers moving against her, tracing the slit of her body, feeling the silken slide of wetness. As through her body wept for his return.

His bright head lifted to catch a taut peak in his mouth and he nipped and suckled.

“Tosh...iro!”

 

His thumb slid between her folds, unerringly finding and circling the heard pearl of pleasure that hid there. She cried out sharply at the touch, body jolting against his. He growled softly against her skin, a dominant sound, powerful, heady.

She moaned loudly when two fingers slid into her heat. That devilish thumb continuing its maddening tattoo.

She panted and whimpered her face pressing against his corded neck and he shrugged her into the open, wanting to watch her find her peak.

Toshiro groaned at the tight heat around his fingers, curling them as he thrust against her. He kissed her ear, nipped the lobe, nuzzled into her neck. Whispered how she felt and felt the heat flood through her body.

She panted hard for him, writhed against his hand and Toshiro grit his teeth, his groin painfully tight now. He knew she was close; even now the tiny flutters were dancing against his invading digits.

Moments later she stiffened against him and cried out as she shattered around his fingers. Her nails biting lightly into his shoulders.

Taking her mouth with his once again, Toshiro felt her reach between them and take him in hand. He knew what she was about to do. Still, there was something highly erotic about a woman leading you inside of herself.

He broke the kiss, breathing harsh now. Eyes intent on hers as she lifted herself slightly and positioned him.

Placing his weeping tip to her opening, she lifted her eyes to his.

Holding her gaze, he slowly, painfully slowly, slid into her. The heat and wetness, leisurely swallowing him and he, at long last, shut his eyes and lost himself in that moment.

She slowly lifted herself and let herself drop, a slow, sensual slide and the captain was transfixed watching the place where they were joined.

His thick length, vanishing between vibrant folds only to reappear shining with wetness. She leaned back, bracing her hands on his thighs. She rocked harder now, breasts swaying with her motions and she moaned as Toshiro lifted his hips upward as she came down. His hands found her breasts again, content for the moment to let her move against him.

She swirled her hips, leaning forward now, fingers tracing behind her to stroke against the heavy sac between his thighs. She raised off of him, smirking devilishly as she slid back down, letting on the head of him penetrate her before withdrawing.

It was heavenly. It was torturous. He loved when she did it. Hated it too, for now he wanted. Everything. And he wanted it now.

“Who’s teasing now?” he asked gruffly. He rolled them again. Trapping her beneath him and he smirked when she twined around him like an errant vine.

Sliding into her as deep as he could go, she shivered beneath him, clung to him tightly and when he pulled back, gentleness was gone. No longer wanted.

They wanted the powerful euphoria of release. Toshiro had power to spare, in all things.

He slid an arm beneath her to lock a hand onto her shoulder, keeping her firmly in place. The other braced beside her head to keep his full weight off of her.

He slammed into her, felt her breasts bounce in the tight confining space between them.

Her head pressed back against the pillows, her hands clutching to him. She cried out his name, and he trapped her wandering hands, pinning them above her head. His thrusts were hard and slow, making her lower body burn with rising tension and increased friction.

She held his eyes for a moment before he swiveled his hips and struck her pearl with his pubic bone. Her eyelashes fluttered and she lifted her thighs against his slides, wrapped her legs around him and met him forceful thrust for forceful thrust.

When he released her hands, he groaned for they slid to his backside and she gripped the firm cheeks that flexed with his motions. Dragging him closer and he wondered if being inside of her skin would even be enough for them.

He dragged her knees upwards, tucking them beneath his arms, spreading her wide and leaving her open to him.

She panted his name, cried out for him, begged for release, begged him not to stop.

He arched over her, mouth teasing her throat again, nipping at her breasts as he worked them higher and higher. His back was beginning to tense, the coil winding tightly in his lower belly.

One hand stole between them, framing her pearl, abrading it on each thrust.  His need was too high this night and he’d not leave her behind. He had far too much pride for that.

He drew out unhurriedly and pressed his lips to hers. He wrapped her golden curls around his fist as he tilted her head to his satisfaction.

She opened at once and as he deliberately speared into her folds again, she moaned as his tongue invaded her mouth like slow moving honey.

She clamped down on him hard.

She was like molten gold, an incandescent entity in his arms. All heart and beauty and so damnably good that he wasn’t sure she wouldn’t kill him.

Her entire body seemed to vibrate against him as her orgasm rose up like a rogue wave, washing over and slamming her against the edge of reason before sending her careening over the side and into that blissful moment of nothingness.

Her body released its tension and she became boneless beneath him. Hands weakly clutching him, trembling in her aftermath.

Assured of his lover’s satisfaction, Toshiro let himself pound into her and rush headlong after her in that dappled void where lovers fling one another. His voice rising in a litany that consisted of her name and his being close. Of how good she felt and how he had missed her.

He grunted hoarsely against her as he felt release rocket through him.

He panted against her neck for several long minutes, feeling the residual bursts of his own orgasm shoot from his body. Gods but that felt good.

He slowly surrendered his weight to the side, breathing hard as he lay beside her. One hand still tangled in her hair.

He already knew that neither one would get much rest tonight. In a few minutes he would need her again. She seemed to sense this too, for she was snuggling closer, pressing kisses along his chest.

Then she rose from the bed.

“Where are you going Merdia?” He asked

She looked over her shoulder, “Well, I  need to get us both cleaned up.”

A white brow arched and she winked, “You are far from done Tai..cho”.

He blinked at her use of his title and smirked.

“And before the night is done I plan to taste every delicious inch of you.” She continued as she stepped into the bathroom.

His deep chuckle filled the room, “Hurry up then woman, it’s a favor I gladly look forward to repaying.”