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.

WARNING!!! There’s a great, big, giant lemon at the end of this chapter!! (Sheesh! You could at least read the rest of my disclaimer before scrolling down!!) If that’s what you like to read, enjoy!! If not, please find another story.

Being thrown over a man’s shoulder was only romantic in books or movies. In real life, it hurt like hell. Hinako was sure her stomach would have a huge bruise and it would take weeks for the soreness to go away.

Oh, she wanted to smack him! No, not smack him, yell at him until she lost her voice. Yes, that would be better. Give him a piece of her mind, just like she’d wanted to do the first time she’d met him when she’d been drinking with Renji and Jushiro showed up to take Renji back to Soul Society. Yell at him so loud, all of Soul Society would know what he’d done. How he threw her over his shoulder and dragged her here.

Where exactly was here, anyway? Hinako looked around. Sakura trees were everywhere, their blossoms falling gently to the ground, making a carpet of pink silk as far as the eye could see. No wonder Jushiro smelled like cherries, these damn trees were all over the place. Clouds lazily passed overhead in the bright blue sky. A fat round sun hung high above them. And the people…

Oh, shit! People! There were people everywhere, in the streets, in doorways and some sitting in a little park that she and Jushiro had ended up in. Struggling to get out of his arms, Hinako whispered to Jushiro.

“Oh my god, Jushiro! Put me down! Oh, do you think they see us? What a stupid question…of course they do! We just appeared out of thin air, for heaven’s sake!” Hinako wiggled more but Jushiro tightened his hold on her, making it hard for her to move. “Will you answer me?”

“See that little house across the lake?” Scanning the calm, little lake, Hinako saw the house that Jushiro pointed out. It was adorable! “That’s my house.” He kissed her temple.

“Oh! It’s so cute! It looks like it just dropped out of a Japanese fairy tale! Like an ancient samurai lives there!” Wait a minute…what the hell was she going on and on about? She was angry with him, right? Hinako couldn’t deny that her anger at Jushiro was waning and as hard as she tried, she just couldn’t get back that white hot anger that had hit her at Urahara’s shop.

A samurai? Is that how Hinako sees him, Jushiro wondered. He had always considered himself a warrior but to hear someone call him a samurai… It made his heart do little flip flops.

Two black blurs came flying from overhead, one with black hair and one with light reddish-orange hair. Hinako’s eyes widened as the sandal covered feet barely missed Jushiro’s head, making the hairs on the top of his head stand up slightly. Without even thinking, Hinako smoothed his hair back from his face, earning her a tender smile.

She didn’t even notice. All of Hinako’s attention was on the two people currently kneeling in front of Jushiro, their heads bowed so low that she couldn’t see their faces. The one with black hair was a male and the other was female. Who were these shinigami?

“Captain!” The male yelled and Hinako jumped a little in Jushiro’s arms. He must be used to this, Hinako thought, because Jushiro didn’t even change expressions on his face. “As soon as I sensed your return to Soul Society, I came right away!” The black haired man never lifted his head when he spoke to Jushiro.

“I was out the door first, my Captain!” The woman with the bright red-orange hair spoke.

“That’s only because you locked the door behind you and I had to waste precious time unlocking the door! That’s the only reason you got so far ahead of me, Kiyone!”

“Don’t blame me for your being so slow, Sentaro!”

“Quit trying to one up me all the time!”

“I don’t try to one up you! I’m just a better 3rd seat than you are!”

Both shinigami were on their feet, their faces inches from each other, as they glared and bared their teeth at each other. Hinako felt like she was watching a tennis match. Head going back and forth between the black haired man, who was named Sentaro and the red haired female, Kiyone. She felt like her head was spinning, trying to keep up with the two of them as they hurled one insult after another. Looking at Jushiro, she was surprised to see a grimace on his face.

Oh, those two! Jushiro sighed. They would never stop trying to convince him that one of them was better than the other, which was the exact reason he couldn’t choose between Kiyone and Sentaro for the position of Lieutenant.

“Jushiro?” Hinako whispered. “Who are they?”

“Kiyone! Sentaro!” Both heads whipped to look at Jushiro, their mouths dropping as they finally took notice of the lovely woman in their Captain’s arms. “Hinako, may I introduce you to my co-third seats, Kiyone Kotetsu and Sentaro Kotsubaki.” Sentaro recovered first, bowing to Hinako but Kiyone was still frozen in place, a look of absolute shock on her face.

In all her years in squad 13, she had never seen Jushiro with a woman, let alone seen him hold one in his arms. Hot tears gathered in her large eyes as she realized that no matter how much she loved her Captain, it was a love that would never be returned. Kiyone bowed, not so much as a gesture of respect, but more to hid the tears that threatened to fall.

“Captain, is this the woman that the hollow is after?” Sentaro relaxed his stance as he asked the question. “Did you bring her to Soul Society for her safety?”

Hinako wiggled and was finally able to jump from Jushiro’s arms. “No, the hollow is after my sister, but Jushiro here,” she jerked her thumb over her shoulder, pointing it at Jushiro, “He kidnapped me!” She rushed up to Kiyone, thinking that the other woman would help her. “Go get help! Does he have any friends?” Chewing on her bottom lip, Hinako answered her own question. “Probably not, if how he brought me here is any indication of his true nature.” She turned and glared at Jushiro, who just smiled serenely back at her, causing her to frown even harder at him. “He kidnapped me, you know.” Hinako glared at Sentaro, as he let out a bark of laughter at that statement.

Kiyone just stared in disbelief at Hinako. This…this woman called her Captain by his first name? How dare she! Accusing Captain Ukitake, one of the most honorable captains in the Gotei 13, of kidnapping? And just who was she to Captain Ukitake? The next words out of Jushiro’s mouth stunned Kiyone even more.

“I only threw you over my shoulder and brought you here because you wouldn’t listen to reason and I wanted to take you someplace where you couldn’t run away.”

Walking back to Jushiro, Hinako put her hands on her hips. “That’s your reason? So I couldn’t run away? How about you talk to me instead of telling me what you want me to do?” Hinako brushed the front of Jushiro’s haori off, straightening it as she talked. “My sister’s life is in danger and you couldn’t take 5 minutes to talk to me? What century do you think we live in, Shiro? The Middle Ages?” Brushing the hair back from his face, she met his copper colored eyes and sighed. How could she stay mad at this beautiful man, when she was in love with him?

Hinako’s eyes widened as that realization hit her like a ton of bricks. She did love this man, even though they hadn’t known each other for very long. Snatching her hand away from his hair, Hinako blushed and turned around, walking back to Kiyone. Glancing at Sentaro and the half grin on his face, Hinako knew he would be no help to her. Kiyone was her only hope. Placing her hand on the other woman’s arm, Hinako gasped at the look in Kiyone’s eyes. Eyes full of jealousy and anger looked into her own blue eyes and Hinako pulled her hand back, letting it fall to her side.

“Captain,” Jushiro looked at Kiyone, frowning at the angry look in her eyes. “Captain Kyouraku wanted you to come see him when you returned from your errand in the living world. Shall I inform him of your return and let him know you will be by when you…ah…are…free?”

“Thank you, Sentaro, but I will send my message by hell butterfly.” Reaching out, he took Hinako’s hand in his. “Come on, Hinako. I want to show you my house.”

Throwing one last pleading look over her shoulder, Hinako had no choice but to follow Jushiro to his house. Sentaro watched the couple walk away, a smile on his face. So, his Captain had finally fallen in love, with a human woman, no less. He turned to say something to Kiyone, but she was already running away…in the direction of Captain Kyouraku’s home.

“Kiyone! Get back here! Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“I’m following orders from Captain Kyouraku!”

Sentaro sighed. He could hear the tears in her voice. So, his suspicion was correct, she really was in love with Captain Ukitake. Putting all his spiritual energy into his legs, Sentaro used flash steps to try and catch up with Kiyone before she got to Captain Kyouraku.

The couple crossed a long walkway over the clear water of the lake and rounded the corner of the house, Jushiro slid the door open and with a sweep of his hand, ushered Hinako inside. Stepping in to the little house, she kicked off her sneakers and padded, in her sock covered feet, from the little entryway to the main room of the house. It was nice and cozy, with a futon couch on the opposite wall of the door, a big fireplace to her left and two sliding doors to her right. The room was done in muted colors of green and tan.

Jushiro slid open the right hand door and went in. Her curiosity getting the better of her, Hinako followed and found the kitchen. A stove? A stove that used wood for heat? She hoped Jushiro didn’t expect her to cook! There were no electric appliances, no outlets and no electric lights. A big window next to the little table let in the dying sunlight and Jushiro lit an oil lamp in the center of the table, bringing more light into the room.

“What do you think?”

What did she think? What was she supposed to think? Alice, falling down the rabbit hole, probably wasn’t as confused as she was at this moment! No electricity, no ordinary kitchen appliances and most important…where the hell was the bathroom?

“It’s…nice.” Hinako smiled as she tried to make up for the lame comment. Here he was, in his own world, in his own house and all she can come up with is…it’s nice? Truthfully, she felt like crying in frustration.

“Let’s go back in the living area. It’s more comfortable in there.”

Sitting down on the futon, Jushiro patted the space next to him but Hinako sat as far away from him as she could. She couldn’t let his nearness affect her. She still wanted answers. Crossing her arms and looking away from him, Hinako waited for Jushiro to apologize for his earlier behavior.

“Hinako, I want to explain why I don’t want you there when we battle the hollow.” Without uncrossing her arms, Hinako turned her head, looking at Jushiro. “Yes, I said we. Renji, Rukia and I are more than a match for a hollow, even a created hollow that has only one goal in mind. Killing Satomi.” Running his hand through his snow white hair, he sighed. “Have you ever seen anyone you cared for, killed before your very eyes?”

The pain in his eyes was too much for Hinako and she uncrossed her arms, moving closer to Jushiro on the futon couch. “No.” Reaching out for his hand, she grasped it between her two smaller hands. He held on tightly.

“I have.”

“But, Shiro…I want to be there!” Anguish made her voice sharp. “Someone is after my sister and I want to be there, to see the monster that is after my sister, destroyed! Can’t you understand?” Her eyes pleaded with his.

Jushiro said nothing. After a long moment, he got up from the futon and went into the left hand door. When he slid it open, Hinako could see a bed and rightly guessed that this was his bedroom. Coming out, he threw a blood stained Captain’s haori on the futon and it landed next to her. Pain and anger made his eyes dark, almost turning them to black.

“Do you see this?” He spoke, his voice harsh and low. Hinako nodded, slowly. “This is my reminder. A reminder of the last time I failed someone I cared about!” Pacing the room, Jushiro let his mind drift back, back to that day, when Kaien Shiba was killed.

“It was supposed to be a simple mission. My 3rd seat at that time was Miyako Shiba and she was married to Kaien, my lieutenant. Miyako was a brilliant healer and she and Kaien were so much in love.” A ghost of a smile crossed Jushiro’s pain filled face. “On that night, Miyako was sent on a reconnaissance mission to gather information about a hollow that had been plaguing us for some time. When she’d returned, she was in bad shape, but that wasn’t the worst part. She had been possessed by the hollow and she slaughtered several shinigami that were on patrol.”

Hinako’s heart sank, for she had a growing suspicion of just what happened next.

“Kaien asked for permission to go after her and I said, yes. Rukia and I followed and when we got to the hollow’s lair, we saw what was left of Miyako. Kaien fought the hollow for revenge for what it’d done to his beloved wife. When Kaien’s Zanpakuto broke, he still fought. Fought for his wife’s pride, his men’s pride, but most of all, for his own pride. The hollow soon possessed him as it had done to Miyako and then, it was after me. I tried to kill it but it spied Rukia, hiding in the trees and went for her.” With shaky hands, Jushiro wiped his hand over his eyes. “I gave the order to kill my own lieutenant.” Both were silent; Hinako feeling as if her heart would break; Jushiro feeling as if that night would never leave him. “Rukia killed him, killing the hollow along with Kaien.” Anguished eyes met Hinako’s tear filled ones. “Do you see? Do you see why I can’t allow you to come when we meet the hollow?”

Standing up, Hinako went to Jushiro. “But, this time, it’s a different type of hollow. And Renji and Rukia will be there, so you won’t have to worry about me.” Hinako stroked his cheek, trying to reassure Jushiro but the anger in his eyes, made her snatch her hand away.

“Won’t have to worry about you?” His laugh was harsh. “You don’t get it, do you? If you’re there, I don’t have a choice but to worry about you!” His voice got louder as he continued. “You aren’t going and that’s that!”

“So, to you, I’m just some stupid woman who doesn’t know enough to get out of the way of the big, bad Captain while he battles a hollow?” Hinako waved her arms wildly about her head.


Shunsui Kyouraku could hear the raised voices halfway across the bridge to Jushiro’s house. Kiyone had come running into his house, yelling something about Captain Ukitake bringing a human woman into Soul Society and would he please go and help her Captain? She felt he was in danger from this woman. Shunsui raised his eyebrows at that statement, knowing Jushiro could hold his own in a fight with a hollow, let alone a human woman but Kiyone’s urgent tone tweaked his interest. Quickly making his way to Jushiro’s house, Shunsui wondered just what the hell was going on here. As he crossed the bridge, Jushiro’s voice reached his ears.

“That’s not what I said! Don’t twist my words, Hinako!”

“Then what are you trying to say? Huh, Jushiro? Tell me! Tell me why I can’t go with you!”

Unashamed of himself, Shunsui had his ear pressed up against the door, listening to the two of them argue.

“Because I don’t want you there! I want you safe, in your apartment, with Satomi and Uryuu there!” Jushiro had taken two long steps, closing the distance between he and Hinako. Gods! She was making him so angry! Why couldn’t she just accept his decision and let it go at that?

Hands fisted in her blonde hair, twisting and pulling. “You make me so angry, I want to scream!” The man listening at the door smiled at this. Hinako was screaming loud enough, most of Soul Society could probably hear her. “What’s so safe about my apartment? What if the damn thing comes there? Huh? You ever think about that? Mister Captain!” Poking Jushiro in the chest, Hinako let out her breath out in a huff and went on. “So, where am I supposed to go then?” She yelled out the question.

“It’s not your place to plan this battle, Hinako! I’m the Captain, I plan the battle and I expect you to follow my orders!” Large hands gripped her shoulders, shaking her a bit. “Is that clear?”

“No!” She slapped his hands away. “I’m not taking orders from you! I’m not one of your soldiers or shinigamis or whatever the hell you call them!” Grinning, Shunsui wished like hell he could see the expression on his best friend’s face. “Whatcha gonna do if I come along anyway? Throw me over your shoulder again?” Quickly covering his mouth, not letting the laugh come out, Shunsui pictured Jushiro tossing this Hinako over his shoulder. He hadn’t even met this woman yet but he liked her!

“Don’t smirk at me like that, Hinako!”

“Why the hell are you so dead set against me coming along?”

“Because, I love you, damn it!” Jushiro yelled out that declaration. Dropping his voice a bit, he continued. “If anything happened to you, I would die! I just found you after all these years,” he placed his hand over her heart, feeling it race underneath his palm, “and if I could never lay beside you again, listening to your heartbeat, it would be the end of me.”

Shunsui’s eyes widened as he heard what Jushiro had yelled. A slow grin crossed his face. So, his best friend had finally found love. About time, too. Pressing his ear against the door, Shunsui could hear nothing from inside the little house. As quiet as possible, he slid open the door and peeked through the crack. There, in Jushiro’s arms, with her legs wrapped around his waist, kissing him passionately, was Hinako. Closing the door, Shunsui walked back to the bridge and spied Sentaro and Kiyone waiting for him.

“You two can go back to squad 13 headquarters. I don’t think you’ll be needed for the rest of the night.” He winked at the both of them before passing them, humming as he walked back home.

Sentaro looked at Kiyone. She looked stun and hurt. With a huge sigh, he started walking back to headquarters, turning once to make sure she was coming. “You know, he’s not the only man in Soul Society.” With a blank look on her face, Kiyone met his eyes. Was it her imagination or did Sentaro just wink at her? Blushing, she trotted up to walk beside him.

As soon as Hinako had thrown her arms around his neck, Jushiro scooped her up in his arms and her legs wrapped around his waist. Their mouths crashed together and Hinako’s hands threaded through his long white hair, bringing his mouth closer. Little moans of pleasure escaped from her as Jushiro washed the inside of her mouth with his tongue. The next thing she knew, Jushiro had her up against the wall. Gently thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth, Hinako felt the evidence of his arousal at her core, long and hard. His hips moved in time with his tongue, making her wet and her body shake with desire.

“Tell me again.” She breathed the words against his mouth. “Tell my you love me, again.” Heart racing, her breath coming in pants, Hinako begged to hear those words again.

“I love you.” A hard, quick kiss against her mouth. “I love you.” Gentle kisses on her closed eyelids. “I love you.” Warm lips across her forehead. “I love you.” Nips and licks against her mouth, begging her to accept his kiss. “When you chased my hell butterfly around my body, I knew I felt something for you. But, when your hand landed on my chest, I was lost.” Long, slow and deep; Jushiro’s kisses were driving Hinako crazy.

“When you were gone for that week, I thought I would go crazy with worry. What if you didn’t come back? What if you found someone else? What if you decided that I wasn’t worth all this hassle with that damn hollow?” Pulling him to her, Hinako kissed Jushiro, her tongue slipping past his lips to mate with his. A keening sound, one of pure need, pushed itself from Hinako’s throat and into Jushiro’s mouth and he responded with a moan and a shudder.

“When you came back, I knew I was in love with you but I still denied my feelings. It wasn’t until the next day, when we went shopping that I knew for certain that I loved you.” Letting her head fall back against the wall, Hinako took a shaky breath as Jushiro latched onto her neck, sucking and licking a particularly sensitive spot. Oh, gods, please, Hinako begged in her mind, never let this stop. Toes curling, she grabbed the fabric of his haori and wiggled against Jushiro as a shot of desire coursed through her body and ended up right at her core.

“Take me to your bed.” Whispered words that echoed in the quiet room. Copper eyes met blue ones, asking without words, if she meant what she said. Nodding yes, answering those beautiful eyes. Hugging her even closer, Jushiro carried Hinako into his bedroom, her legs still wrapped around his slim waist, closing the door behind them. Soft kisses on her lips, as soft as petals on a newly opened flower.

Landing on shaky legs, Hinako let her hands travel over Jushiro’s chest and shoulders, removing his haori and laying it across a chair in the corner of the room. It had been a long time since she’d been with a man and never with a man that she loved as much as she loved Jushiro. He was a warrior, a strong proud man, a man she could count on and a man who loved her back. With hungry eyes, Hinako watched as Jushiro took off his hakama and performed the intricate folds. Standing before her, in just his two kimonos, Jushiro motioned her closer, hooking his index finger at her, smiling a sensual smile.

One button, a second button, and then a third, Jushiro’s long fingers made quick work with the buttons on Hinako’s baby blue striped shirt. Looking down, she grimaced as she saw one of her plain blue bras come into view. She probably had on granny panties, too. Looking up again, she met his eyes and smiled a tremulous smile.

“What’s wrong?” His hands stilled on her waist.

“I…I just wish…” Hinako sighed. It really was a stupid thing to be concerned about. Worry was evident in Jushiro’s eyes. “I just wish I had prettier underthings on. It’s stupid, I know…” She never got to finish her thought as Jushiro kissed her, his hands continuing to unbutton the rest of the buttons, shoving her shirt off of her shoulders and down her arms, tossing the shirt onto the same chair she’d placed his haori. Moving his hands around to her back, Jushiro fiddled with her bra.

“What the..?” His head came over her shoulder, looking down her back. “How in the world does this work?” Giggling, Hinako undid her bra. “Oh, I see.” Arms crossed over her breasts, Hinako blushed as Jushiro nuzzled her neck. “Next time, I’ll know.” Backing her up, Hinako felt her knees hit the bed and after Jushiro pulled back the covers, she scooted onto the bed, laying her head on one of the fluffy white pillows. That smile. That sweet smile on his face, wiped away all the worries Hinako had.

“You could wear an orange bra, the color of Ichigo’s messy hair, and I still would think you were the most beautiful woman in Soul Society or in the living world.” Laying beside her, hooking one finger under a strap, he tugged down the first strap, freeing her left arm, letting his lips drift over her sensitive arms and hands. Kissing his way across her collarbone to the other strap, Jushiro stopped and nuzzled Hinako’s neck, making her giggle. A flick of his tongue on her earlobe turned the giggle into a long, drawn out sigh. The other strap slid down her arms and her breasts lay bare before him.

“You’re beautiful.” Kisses, as light as butterfly wings, fell on her breasts. She could feel his hot breath as he kissed his way to one rosy nipple. Hands clenching his white hair, breathy moans passing across plump lips, Hinako was falling, falling and then, Jushiro caught her, his mouth surrounding and finally, engulfing the turgid bud. A flick of his tongue, teeth lightly scraping the bud and Hinako was writhing on the bed, her legs rubbing together restlessly, her body crying out for more. Heat shot right to her core, making her panties even wetter.

“Your kimono…” Hinako’s hands moved under the fabric, pushing it off of Jushiro’s shoulders. “Take it off.” Short nails bit into Jushiro’s shoulders as he suckled her other nipple. “Please…oh, please! Take them off. I want to feel your skin against me.” Shoving her hands between their bodies, Hinako fussed with the ties, trying to undo the intricate knots.

Letting go of the rosy bud, Jushiro pushed himself up off the bed, Hinako following him. He was aroused, to the point in which he looked like he must be in pain. Undoing the knots, Jushiro went to take off the kimonos but Hinako’s hands were faster. She soon had them on the chair with his haori and then, with soft touches, ran her hands over his back, tracing the scars. A particularly long scar ran down from his left shoulder to almost the middle of his back. Watching as Jushiro shivered under her touch, Hinako kissed the scar.

“Where did you get this?” A flick of a tongue. “Does it still pain you?” Her lush lips trailed downward, leaving wet trails in their wake.

“My first battle.” He ground out the answer between clenched teeth. “I learned never to turn my back on an enemy.” Eyes closed, nostrils flared, Jushiro sensed her walking around to his front, delicate fingers whispering over his hot body. Another scar, another hot, open mouth kiss on his body. With hands by his side, he clenched his hands into fists, determined not to grab Hinako and crush her to him, stopping this delicious torment. Trailing her hands lower, Hinako’s hands drew sensual pictures on his stomach before going lower. If she moved any lower…

All coherent thoughts flew from his mind as her hand surrounded his erection and she slowly stroked him, her thumb circling the tip, smearing the pearly drops into one. His hips moved of their own accord, pushing himself into her hand, aching for more of her touch. Gasping as he felt Hinako squeeze and stroke him faster, Jushiro’s hands flew to cover hers.

“If you keep that up, I won’t last much longer.” His eyes were dark with passion and he leaned down, kissing her roughly, slightly bruising her lips. Hinako didn’t mind, though. She was as turned on as he was. Hinako began to unbutton her jeans, when Jushiro’s hands shoved hers away. As he unzipped the jeans, a wild thought ran through her mind. Oh, so she didn’t have on granny panties on, after all. The tiny panties were wet with the evidence of her longing and soon, both garments were off, thrown into the corner, landing near the chair.

Picking Hinako up and all but tossing her on the bed, Jushiro’s big body moved slowly over hers, kissing his way down until he was between her legs, his mouth licking and sucking at the inside of her thighs. Oh gods, he wouldn’t…would he? Her hand came up, pushing Jushiro away.

“Shiro…I’ve…uh, never done this before.” Trying to close her legs, Hinako found it almost impossible because one long finger was tracing patterns on the inside of her thighs, getting closer to her center.

“You mean, made love?” Hinako shook her head, a blush moving across her cheeks.

“I’ve had sex, yes. But, I’ve never had this done to me.” Whispered words in the dim room. Words full of shyness, with an undertone of longing.

“Then,” A flick of his tongue on her clit. A long shuddering, breathy moan filled the room. “I’ll have to make up for all that lost time.” A long lick upwards and Hinako was laying back on the bed, her legs falling open of their own accord, her hands gripping the sheets. Several quick flicks, followed by long, slow licks. The difference between those two sensations made Hinako’s breathing hitch. Wicked…deliciously wicked. His tongue drove her wild and she pressed her hips up, aching for more. One long finger entered her heat and Hinako let out a long moan.

Feasting on her feminine flesh, Jushiro fought the urge to move over Hinako and thrust into her, over and over, until she screamed out his name as she found her release. He wanted…no…needed to give her this pleasure. Another finger and soon, she was moving her hips in time with his thrusting fingers. Curling his fingers upward, his mouth still pleasuring her, he found just the right spot. Walls fluttering around his fingers, liquid collecting on his tongue, Jushiro sped up his gentle assault.

“Oh…S…Shiro!” A tightening at the base of her spine told Hinako she was close…oh, so close. Those fingers withdrew, only to come back inside of her, harder and faster, pressing just the right spot over and over. Replacing his tongue with his thumb, Jushiro circled her clit, pressing in tight little circles. That new sensation sent Hinako over the edge and her back arched, her legs tightened around Jushiro’s shoulders as she rode out the waves of pleasure that were coursing through her veins.

As she tried to catch her breath, Hinako felt Jushiro enter her with one long stroke and her legs came up, wrapping themselves around his slim hips and she kissed him, tasting herself on his tongue. It wasn’t a bad taste…just different. Lips slid wetly over each other and their tongues fought for dominance, Jushiro’s wicked tongue winning. Her hands roamed over his broad back.

Withdrawing from her body, just the tip of his erection in Hinako, Jushiro smiled as he felt Hinako’s hips try to follow his. Slowly, he pushed back in, rewarded with hands on his shoulders, her short nails digging into his skin. Hissing in pleasure, he repeated the action, burying his face in her neck, drinking in the heady scent that was purely Hinako. Wanting this to last forever, but with his body begging for release, Jushiro began to move.

The room filled with the sounds of moans and names called in breathy gasps. As Jushiro moved over Hinako, incoherent sounds reached his ears. She couldn’t even speak properly anymore. “Oh, Shiro…” His name came out of her mouth, almost like a caress. “Yes, gods, yes.”

Hitching one of her legs up higher around his waist and moving deeper inside her, Jushiro could feel her wet walls fluttering around him and his pace quickened. Grinding his hips in little circles, Jushiro covered Hinako’s mouth with his own and swallowed her cries of pleasure. She was so close! One deep thrust and she was over the edge, bright white spots in front of her closed eyes, hips thrusting upwards and legs shaking. Suddenly, Jushiro stiffened and Hinako felt his seed fill her.

Not speaking, Hinako brushed back the sweaty hair from Jushiro’s forehead and ran her hands soothingly over his back, waiting for her heartbeat to slow down. Feeling Jushiro’s heartbeat against her chest was a warm, comforting feeling. Little kisses against the pulse point on her neck. Hot breath against her warm skin. Legs relaxing. Aftershocks from her orgasm still gripped at Jushiro, who was still inside her but now was propped up on his elbows, keeping most of his weight off of Hinako.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Rolling off of Hinako and reaching down, pulled up the covers, landing on his back next to Hinako. Snuggling up next to him, fingers tracing lazy circles over his heart, she smiled against his skin. If someone would have told her that she would meet a shinigami, fall in love, get dragged to Soul Society and end up making love to him, she would have popped that person on the head and called them crazy. But…here she was…next to the man she loved.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you.” Jushiro looked down at Hinako. “The hell butterfly…the one with the pink stripes on the wings?” Hinako nodded. “It’s yours.” Her smile grew.

“Really? You mean that?” Jushiro nodded and kissed her forehead. “I have just the perfect name for it!” Frowning for a second, Hinako met Jushiro’s eyes. “It is a girl, right?” A chuckle rumbled in Jushiro’s chest. He had no idea the sex of the hell butterfly but if it made Hinako happy to think it was a girl, then he would tell her it was a girl.

“Sweetheart, no one names their butterflies.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know for sure. It’s been like that for as long as I can remember.”

“Hmph! Well, I don’t care!” Propping herself up on her elbow, hair falling around her head and shoulders, Hinako mock glared at Jushiro. “I’m naming it after Satomi’s favorite toy as a kid.” Hinako paused, waiting for Jushiro’s curiosity to build. When he raised one eyebrow, Hinako could hold back no more. “Pinkie Pie!”

“Pinkie Pie? You’re naming the butterfly, Pinkie Pie?” Jushiro just stared at Hinako. “Where in the hell did you come up with that name?”

“It’s the name of Satomi’s favorite My Little Pony. Satomi dragged that little pony around by the hair wherever she went.” At Jushiro’s horrified look, Hinako quickly explained just what the little toys were. Hinako giggled at the look of relief on his face. Laying her head back down on his chest, her ears picked up the sound of his heartbeat.

“This is what first drew me to you…your heartbeat.” Arms tightened around her. “I could just stay here forever, my head on your chest, your heartbeat in my ear.” A soft snore drowned out the sound for just a second. Great! Pour your heart out to him, Hinako, and the guy falls asleep on you! Letting her eyes drift shut, a little smile on her face, Hinako snuggled up against Jushiro, his heartbeat lulling her to sleep.