Saving the Damsel

They continue to sit and talk for a while. Nemu sat there, fascinated by every word that came out of his mouth. She was very interested with his travels to the real world. She had spent most of her time chained (figuratively and sometimes literally) to her post down in the labs of the 12th division. He had tried to find out some more about the shy Nemu at the same time, but almost every question was met with the same “there isn’t much to tell”. It had turned out that the only time she had even left the Sereitei was when she had accompanied her father to Hueco Mundo during the war against Aizen.

Kenzo: Really? I would have love to have gone to Hueco Mundo or Karakura town and fight, but I was stationed here to protect the Sereitei in case any Arrancar decided to show their ugly heads around here.

Nemu sits quietly, remembering the hells and torment she had suffered in Hueco Mundo, being beaten and violated by that Mad Scientist Octava Espada, Zaeruapollo Grantz. How much that evil man mirrored her father, it was almost uncanny and especially frightening. Mayuri had even gone so far as to use her as a sort of biological weapon when Grantz had used her body as an incubator so that he could be “reborn”. Such painful memories caused her to wince reflexively. This doesn’t go unnoticed by the other three sitting around the table.

Isane: Nemu, what’s wrong?

The voice of her friend snaps her out of the semi-stupor she was in.

Nemu: Oh, It’s nothing.

Ikkaku: You sure? You seemed really out of it for a little bit.

Nemu: I’m fine. Thank you for your concern, Madarame-san.

Ikkaku: Well, as long as you’re sure.

The rough and tumble Shinigami looks over at his date.

Ikkaku: You wanna leave and go get some dinner?

Isane bends over a little and kisses him on top of his hairless head.

Isane: I’d love to.

The two stand up and leave, leaving Nemu and Kenzo alone at the table. Kenzo stands up and holds his hand out to her.

Kenzo: Hey, how about that dance now?

Nemu smiles softly and puts her hand in his, letting him help her to her feet, then lead her out to the dance floor. They dance well into the night. They leave together. Kenzo casually has his hands in the pockets of his pants, while Nemu held on to his arm and rested her head on his shoulder as they walk.

Kenzo: Check out all those stars. And there’s not a cloud in the sky. It’s like you can see ‘em all.

Nemu: Yes, it’s beautiful.

Nemu often enjoyed the night sky. Looking up into the infinite, looking at all the stars, getting lost in them, it often helped her forget all the horrors of her day. She found comfort in them, and now, with Kenzo holding her close, she felt as though she was wrapped in a warm fleece blanket. Kenzo catches sight of the moon’s position. Just as one could tell time by the position of the sun, a person could do the same thing with the moon. By Kenzo’s calculations, it had to be around 1:30 AM.

Kenzo: Wow, would you look at how late it is? I should probably get you home.

Nemu: Please, could I go home with you tonight? This night had been so wonderful, going back to the 12th division labs would only ruin it.

She looks up at him with those same grey eyes that seemed to turn his knees to gelatin.

Kenzo: Of course.

He takes her to his home, a little embarrassed about how messy it is.

Kenzo: Well, here it is; home sweet home. It’s not much, but I like to keep things fairly simple, you know?

Nemu: Hee hee. It’s wonderful.

He sets his bed up for her and lays out some spare clothes so that she doesn’t have to sleep in her gown. He quickly changes out of the tuxedo into more comfortable clothes, grabs a spare pillow, and heads to his main room. He didn’t mind sleeping on the floor, he’d rather be a little uncomfortable for the night and not scare off Nemu, then try and move to the next level too quickly and have her run off.
After a while, he still couldn’t fall asleep. He decides to do the one thing that always seems to relax him and help him fall asleep. He grabs a towel out of his linen closet and heads to the bathroom. He fills the tub with hot water and turns his radio on low. He slips into the water and lets out a relaxed sigh. After a few minutes he’s practically asleep in the tub, when he feels the rieatsu of another person enter the room with him.

Nemu: Umm, I couldn’t sleep. I thought I’d take a hot bath to relax me.

Kenzo: Wow, it seems like I’m the only one who does it. Just give me a second and I’ll be right out.

Nemu: Oh, I don’t want to interrupt you…

Kenzo: Well, I guess that there’s enough room in here for two people.

Nemu: Um… I don’t know about that.

Kenzo: Why not? I mean, we’re both responsible adults. We can behave ourselves, right?

Nemu: Alright, but could you please turn around until I get in?

Kenzo: Of course.

He turns around and closes his eyes. He can hear the water ripple as she gets in the water.

Nemu: Okay, you can look now.

He turns back around and tries not to stare at her. Her hair was unbraided and floats around her slightly in the water. Her slender neck and shoulders are above the water, and her cheeks are slightly red. They start relaxing and the next thing he knows, he feels the softness of her leg rubbing against his. He moves over closer to her, but not too close. She moves closer to him, their fingers lightly brushing against each other. This was his signal, the green light for him to next level. He leans over and kisses her on her lips, still glossy red with lipstick. This was more than the simple kiss that they shared in the dance hall, this was more passionate, his tongue found it’s way into her mouth again, but this time, it stayed there. Her own raced up to meet his, seemingly out of instinct. He wraps his arms around her and holds her close. He can feel her soft breasts pressed against his chest. He can feel her heart racing along with his, yet the sped-up beats were practically in synch. His lips move away from hers and begin to explore other areas of her face. Her cheeks, chin, eyelids, no part went unnoticed. She gets even closer to him, sitting on his lap, though not directly onto his quickly hardening member. She sets herself down just above his knees and slides herself forward. Pleasure shoots through her like electricity as the friction between her moist nether lips and his well-muscled thighs causes her to let out a soft whimper. Her body seemed to move on its own, as if acting under instinct, as she begins to grind her hips against his solid length. She stands up a little, since even when they sat down, the top of her head only came to his bottom lip. She nibbles on his ear a little before softly whispering to him.

Nemu: Please Kenzo, take me. I want you.

Her voice was breathless, needy, practically dripping with desire for him. He softy begins to kneed her breast with his right hand while keeping his left positioned on her lower back, just above the curve of her soft, yet toned, buttocks. He returns her plea with a soft, reassuring voice.

Kenzo: I want you too, baby.

They share another hard, lustful kiss before he guides her body downwards, his shaft burrowing it’s way into the velvety folds of her womanhood. Her eyes shoot open as wide as they possibly can when she feels the tip of him reach her molten core. He filled her so completely, almost as though it was custom made to fit. Slowly at first, she begins to rock her hips, feeling the heat inside her burst into raging flames. Her high-pitched moans blended in seamlessly with his low grunts, creating sort of carnal symphony. She turns around, his shaft still buried inside her, so that now she had her back pressed against his broad, muscled chest. From this position, his thrusts seemed to take on a whole knew life, massaging her inner walls in a similar, yet slightly different, though still incredibly pleasurable way. Kenzo used this knew position to his advantage, reaching around and taking her plump breasts in his hands. Caressing them, pinching and rolling their hardened centers between his fingers. Nemu couldn’t take it any more, it was as if some sore of explosion had gone off inside her. Her entire body tenses as she climaxes. The tightening of her muscles also served to constrict her canal, milking Kenzo even more and his orgasm followed closely behind her. Both pant as they look lovingly into each other’s eyes. They had just connected on a level higher than anything they had ever felt before as a warmth began to grow inside each of them. Neither had felt this sort of warmth before, but they both knew what it was.

Kenzo: I love you, Nemu Kurotsuchi.

Nemu: I love you too, Kenzo Yamazaki.

That night, they both slept in the bed together, Kenzo’s arm wrapped lightly, yet firmly around Nemu’s thin waist. While he slumbered peacefully, she remained awake for a little bit. Everything was so new to her. She was used to sleeping on her cold cot in the corner of the lab, with only a thin blanket and small pillow. This was heaven to her, and what made it so spectacular was the fact that she was in the arms of the man she loved. She breathed in deep, taking in his scent and savoring it, before she too drifted off to sleep.