His Heartbeat

Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach or any of the characters. That honor belongs to Tite Kubo. The characters of Satomi and Hinako are my own creations.

This huge thank you, goes out to all of my patient readers! My muse skipped out on me for a bit, but he’s back.
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Satomi woke to a kiss on her nose. Opening her eyes, she looked into the deep blue eyes of her boyfriend, Uryuu Ishida. She smiled at him and he smiled back. Satomi wasn’t grumpy in the mornings, like Hinako was but it did take her a little bit to wake up. Stretching her arms above her head and yawning, Satomi wondered when she and Uryuu had drifted off to sleep. The last thing she remembered was she, Hinako and Uryuu were watching a movie they had seen several times. Having had her hardest classes at the college that day, she was really tired and found it harder and harder to keep her eyes open as the night wore on.

The last thing she’d remembered was snuggling closer to Uryuu and thinking to herself that she would close her eyes for ‘just a bit’. She must have drifted off to sleep soon after.

“I’ve made scrambled eggs, bacon, lots of toast and put all the jelly I could find out on the table.” Uryuu watched with fiery blue eyes as Satomi stretched. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold back from making Satomi his. Holding her soft body during the night was pure torture sometimes and he began to wake up earlier than Satomi to hide his body’s reaction to her. And those little noises she made in her sleep. They drove him wild. He wanted to touch her, to taste her, listen to her moan out his name as she climaxed.

Uryuu could feel his body respond to his erotic thoughts and he turned away from Satomi so she wouldn’t see how aroused he was. He walked back into the kitchen, turning back to talk to her.

“If you can wake Hinako up, I’ll pour the orange juice for all of us.” There was no way Uryuu was waking Hinako up. For one, he never knew what kind of mood she would be in. Sometimes, she was chipper and awake in the mornings but most times, she was quiet and grumpy. And she usually was disoriented, walking into walls and tripping over furniture because half the time, she forgot to put her glasses on and she couldn’t see very well without them.

Satomi searched for her glasses and found them on the coffee table in front of her. Hinako must have taken hers and Uryuu’s off of them when she went to bed last night. Satomi rubbed the sleep from her eyes and put her glasses on. Climbing out from under the blanket that Hinako had laid over her and Uryuu, Satomi walked across the living room and stopped in front of Hinako’s door.

With Uryuu staying over night all the time, it wasn’t odd for Hinako to have her door closed, giving the couple on the couch some privacy. Satomi slowly opened the door and stifled a giggle. When they were younger, Hinako liked nothing more than to creep into Satomi’s room, fling open the room darkening curtains and sing at the top of her lungs. Satomi hated it and would throw her pillow at Hinako and if Hinako caught it, she would steal it and make Satomi come and get it back.

Satomi made her way to Hinako’s windows as silently as she could. Once there, she grabbed the cords on the drapes and yanked. Bright sunlight streamed into the room and Satomi broke into song.

“Good morning, Hinako! How are you! I hope you’re feeling fine! I’d like to stay and talk but it’s almost 8 o’clock and I haven’t got the time!!” Satomi finished with a flourish, singing the last line at the top of her lungs. She turned, ready to pounce on her sister and steal her pillow. Her feet, however, wouldn’t move.

There in bed with Hinako, was a very sleepy, very handsome and if Satomi guessed right… a very naked Shinigami. Jushiro peeled one eye open and winced at the bright light. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he could see why the room went from complete darkness to bright light. Satomi stood by the window, hands over her mouth in shock.

“Good morning, Satomi. I trust you slept well.” His voice was rough with sleep.

Jushiro had forgotten that he had slipped his arms out of his kimono and all Satomi could see was his broad, scarred chest. He pushed down the blanket a little more, exposing himself almost to the waist. Hinako was still curled around him, asleep, one hand on his chest, the other beneath the blanket. She began to stir.

“I’m sorry! I…I didn’t know you were here!” Satomi stammered out. Without another look at the couple, Satomi ran from the room.

Still not totally awake, Jushiro frowned at Satomi’s odd behavior. Hinako rolled onto her back, her sleep shirt still unbuttoned from the night before. He could see her unbound breasts, spilling out from her top. He wanted to touch them, caress them, suckle them. Softly, he placed his hand on her belly, running his hand over her creamy skin. She let out a breathy moan and his body began to respond.

Scooting down the bed, he leaned over Hinako and pressed his lips to her pulse point. He began to suck, already forgetting Satomi had come into the room and that was the reason he was awake. He knew he should stop but Hinako was just too tempting. Inching his hand upwards, he cupped one full breast. He rubbed his thumb over a nipple, watching as it hardened under his gentle assault.

Hinako was having the most erotic dream. Jushiro was in bed with her, nude, doing the most wicked things to her body. She arched her back, trying to get closer to his touch. This dream was so real, she thought. She could have sworn that she could actually feel his soft hair trailing across her belly. Hinako gasped softly and her eyes fluttered open as Jushiro gently nipped her collarbone.

It wasn’t a dream. Jushiro was really here in her bed, caressing her breast and kissing her body. She sat up all of a sudden, pushing Jushiro back on the other side of the bed. Disoriented as usual, she thought she had more room on the bed and went to roll away from him. She promptly rolled off the bed and onto the floor.

THUMP!!

Hinako grunted as her shoulder hit the floor. Looking up through her hair, she could see his smiling face peering over the side of the bed. Squinting at him to try to bring him into focus, Hinako pushed her hair back over her shoulder. It was quite chilly this morning and she couldn’t figure out the reason why. Looking down, she saw that her pajama top was open and her breasts were out, her nipples stiff in the cool morning. Quickly, she buttoned her top shut and sighed as Jushiro laughed.

“Good morning.” He whispered in the quiet room. He was laying on the bed, his head on his crossed arms.

“Morning.” Hinako slapped a grin on her face, trying to make the blush on her face go away. Part of her wanted to jump back into the bed and finish what Jushiro had started. The blush on her face deepened as she remembered how he had made her feel last night. The loving caresses, the feel of his lips on her body and the way he made her moan in pleasure.

Pushing the erotic thoughts out of her mind, Hinako picked herself off the floor and put on what she thought was her bathrobe but it was Jushiro’s haori. She fussed with her hair and once she felt a little more under control, turned to face Jushiro. His eyes were hungry as he looked at Hinako, wearing his haori. He was sitting up in bed, his long legs over the side and pulled her to him.

“Someday, I want to see you in my haori…nothing but my haori.” Pulling her between his legs, he laid his head on her breast. He could hear her heartbeat in the quiet room and understood why Hinako was fascinated with listening to his heartbeat. It was a comforting sound. It was the sound of another person’s life and he would be content to sit here, in her bedroom, listening to it for the rest of the day.

After a strange breakfast with Satomi and Uryuu; the former not being able to meet his eyes without blushing furiously, Jushiro and Hinako went shopping for clothes. Hinako had to guess at Jushiro’s sizes but she thought everything would fit. She picked out a few sweaters, a couple of pairs of jeans and some shoes. Jushiro wouldn’t even consider underwear, saying he never wore any in almost 2000 years and he wasn’t about to start now.

Trying her hardest not to get flustered, Hinako quickly left the underwear department and headed for the sleepwear. Talking to Jushiro under her breath, for he was still in his Shinigami form, he okayed a few pairs of sleep pants. One was black silk and the other was navy blue silk. Her heart raced as she wondered what it would be like, sleeping next to Jushiro who would only be wearing silk pajama bottoms.

Jushiro was very aware that Hinako didn’t want to draw attention to herself by talking to him. No one else could see him and it seemed a perfect time for some teasing. By nature, he was a gentle person, who often thought more about others than himself. Popular in the Shinigami Academy, his reputation was only more solidified when he became a Captain. He was fair and based his decisions on what was right and not what was popular. But there was also a side of him that loved teasing people. He loved to give Captain Hitsugaya huge bags of candy just to see the disgruntled look on the younger man’s face.

“What do you think about the sleep pants?” Jushiro whispered in Hinako’s ear. “Do you think they will fit?” He made his voice more breathy than usual, causing Hinako to shiver in pleasure as his warm breath made it’s way across her neck.

Trying her hardest not to think of him only wearing these to bed, Hinako nodded her head. She didn’t trust her voice. She gathered up his clothes and went to make her way to the register. A large, warm hand on her arm stopped her.

“Don’t you think I should try on the clothes before we buy them?”

“No! For one thing, no one can see you and how are you supposed to get into the dressing room with all these clothes?”

“Can’t you come with me? I might need your help.” She could hear the smile in Jushiro’s voice but she couldn’t believe he was teasing her like this. He was running his fingers lightly up and down her forearms. She decided that she would give him a taste of his own medicine.

Looking around, making sure no one was watching, Hinako pushed Jushiro into a rack of clothes. The look of surprise on his face as he disappeared into the round rack made it totally worth it. She went into the tall, round rack after him.

“Your bad, you know that? You’re nothing but a big, bad Captain.” Hinako purred in her best seductive voice, hoping it sounded seductive and not silly. “Teasing me like that in the store. Taking advantage of my good nature. I take you shopping and this is how you repay me?” Dropping the clothes, she ran her hands over his chest, sending both hands under his Shinigami kimono, sliding the collar off his shoulders a bit.

Jushiro bit his lip, almost drawing blood. What had started out as a little innocent sexual teasing was becoming so much more. He liked this side of Hinako. He could get used to this side of Hinako. If she didn’t quit touching him like that, he was going to drag her home, lock the door and kiss her all over, until she was begging for him to take her, to stop his torment.

It was only supposed to be a game, a little flirting in the afternoon. Her hands roamed over his broad chest, her fingers remembering the feel of his hot skin last night. The feel of his scars under the sensitive pads of her fingers. She looked up at his face. Jushiro’s eyes were closed and his mouth was open slightly.

This is what he must look like when he was making love. Heat pooled at her core, wetting her tiny pair of panties she put on this morning. Eyes fluttering shut, Hinako imagined Jushiro, his large body over her, his forehead on her neck, his long white hair spilling over his back and onto her sheets. His strong arms surrounding her while she writhed in his arms as he moved inside her. If she kept up with this train of thought, she was going to drag him home, lock her bedroom door and let him do whatever he wanted to her for the entire afternoon.

“Ah ha!” Suddenly, a face appeared in an opening in the rack of clothes. “Trying to steal some clothes!”

After letting out a little squeal and jumping, almost knocking Jushiro over, Hinako glared at the person who interrupted them. It was a little security guard, his tiny eyes narrowed at Hinako. Since Jushiro wasn’t in a gigai yet, no one other than her could see him. He must have thought Hinako was hiding in here, waiting for just the right moment to make a run for it with all the clothes in her hands. He had the same effect on her as a bucket of ice cold water.

Gathering up the clothes under the watchful eye of the security guard, Hinako and the unseen Jushiro made their way to the front of the store and checked out. Jushiro whispered in Hinako’s ear that he would take the bag with the clothes, but Hinako reminded him that he wasn’t in his gigai yet and a floating bag would be very obvious.

“How far is this Kisuke Urahara’s store?”

“Not far. It’s only another block and we’ll be there.”

Directing Hinako down an alleyway, they came to a dead end. It didn’t look like much of a store. No fancy writing, no front windows advertising merchandise and certainly no people coming in or out. In fact, the store looked like it wasn’t even open.


“Hello.”

Hinako spun around at the sound of the tiny voice. She had been so intent on staring at the store, that she hadn’t heard anyone come up behind them. There, behind her and Jushiro, stood a little girl with black hair.

“Hello, Ururu. Is Kisuke awake yet?” Jushiro bent down to the little girl’s level.

“Yes, he’s awake and waiting for you in the store. Is this pretty lady you talked about last time you were here?”

Jushiro flushed a bit at Ururu’s question. He still didn’t tell Hinako that he loved her. Maybe he shouldn’t wait for the perfect moment, maybe he should just come out and tell her. Scratching the back of his head, Jushiro stalled for time, not sure how to answer Ururu.

“Pretty lady, huh? My name is Hinako and I’m guessing your name is Ururu.” Hinako gave a sideways look at Jushiro. “I think you and I should have some girl talk.” Taking the Ururu’s hand, Hinako asked where the entrance was and soon the two of them were in the store, talking.

The sound of geta sandals came from the backroom. Emerging from the back, his face hidden behind a white paper fan, was Kisuke Urahara. A green and white striped hat covered his blonde hair and partially hid his eyes. His Zanpakuto, hidden in a cane, was in his other hand and every third tap came from the cane.

Eyes searching the room and missing nothing, Kisuke sidled up to Jushiro. “So, this is the human woman.” Jushiro nodded, waiting to see where Kisuke was going with this. “Isn’t it…strange to be with a human woman?”

Looking sideways at Kisuke, Jushiro gave him a slight grin. “Strange talk, coming from a man who’s lover takes on a cat form.”

The fan waved back and forth, the man behind it silent for a moment, while he thought this over. Suddenly, Kisuke laughed and gave Jushiro a mighty thump on the back. “Good point! Good point.” Snapping the fan shut, Kisuke put it away in his pocket. “So, did you bring clothes for your gigai? I have it already and you can either leave it here or take it to your woman’s house.”

“Her name is Hinako and I think I’ll keep it at her house. Make it easier for both of us and that way, if we are out together and the Hollow attacks, she can take my gigai back to her apartment to wait for me.”

Ururu was still talking about Jinta and the cruel prank he played on her the other day, when Hinako’s ear caught something. Did Jushiro really say that she would take the gigai back and wait for him? Did he really think she was just going to sit back, like a timid little woman and let him deal with the Hollow? Two sets of eyes were better than one!

“Excuse me, Ururu. I’ll be right back.” Hinako walked over to Jushiro. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you correct. I’m supposed to stay back at the apartment while you risk your life, fighting this Hollow. Is that the jist of it?” Folding her arms across her chest, Hinako stared into Jushiro’s surprised eyes.

“You didn’t actually think I would allow you to come along, did you?”

“Allow me? Allow me to come along?” Hinako raised her brows at Jushiro. “Oh, I didn’t realize that I needed your permission to go see the Hollow that is after my sister. Or gain your blessing as I watch as you or Renji or Rukia, kill this monster that is after my sister…my only sister!” Hinako stood with both hands on her hips, her breathing rough as her throat burned from the effort of holding back the obscenities she would love to yell at this man.

“You’re staying at the apartment, Hinako. End of discussion!” Jushiro jabbed Hinako’s shoulder and she gasped in outrage. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Make me.” Those two words sent a red curtain of rage over Jushiro’s eyes. Make her? Oh he would make her, alright. Bending over and gripping Hinako’s thighs, Jushiro tossed her over his shoulder and made his way out of the store.

“Save that gigai for me, Kisuke. I’ll be back once I’ve talked some sense into this woman.” Jushiro grinned as Hinako sputtered with rage over his shoulder. It had been years since he’d felt this alive. Making his way to a tiny corner of the alley, he called for his hell butterfly and another one for Hinako.

“Just where the hell do you think you’re taking me?” Tiny fists pounded on his back. “Put me down! This is…this is barbaric!! Is this how men treat women in Soul Society? Tossing them over their shoulders, like cavemen?”

SLAP! Jushiro’s hand made contact with Hinako’s buttocks. “Oh!” Trying to get her hair out of her eyes, Hinako only succeeded in messing her hair up more. It was tangled and hung down to Jushiro’s thighs. Hinako watched it swing back and forth, her temper rising with each step Jushiro took. He didn’t slap her butt hard, but just enough to make it sting.

“Put me down, damn it!” They were at the double doors to Soul Society. “How the hell am I supposed to go through the gate? Rukia always told me I couldn’t go through.”

“You’ll be fine. Now hush, while we wait for the hell butterflies.” Jushiro shifted Hinako over his shoulder, jarring her and jabbing her in the stomach.

“Jushiro, put me down before I get sick.” That did it. Setting Hinako down on her feet, Jushiro hauled her up beside him. “Now, let’s go back to the store and get your gigai.” He could be reasonable, couldn’t he? She watched in growing agitation as Jushiro shook his head at her. A tiny black hell butterfly with purple stripes fluttered before her eyes, followed by one with bright pink stripes. The first one landed on Jushiro’s finger and he whispered to it.

“Take me back now or…” Hinako didn’t get to finish as Jushiro’s mouth came crashing down on hers. Every thought of fighting him, flew from her mind as his tongue rubbed against hers. The kiss was hot and wet. Without realizing it, Hinako’s hands ended up tangled in Jushiro’s hair and she was pulling his mouth closer. His hands were everywhere on her quickly heating body and she craved more of his touch.

“Ready?” Jushiro’s voice was soft and sensual in her ear.

“Oh, yes.” She managed to moan out. Wet kisses rained down her neck, his teeth nipping at her collarbone. Desire coursed through her, hot and sharp and before she knew it, she was in his arms, cradled to a hard, broad chest.

“Here we go.”

It took Hinako a few seconds to break through her haze of pleasure and realize what was happening. That…that jerk had taken her through the gate and they were now in Soul Society!