Stinger

There's a sting when her lips flutter over her pulse, Yoruichi notices. There's a sting when small, cream colored hands slip possesivly over her ribcage. There's a sting when teeth bite into her neck, a reprimand for something that the feline-natured woman commited.

Bees aren't allowed to have this many stings, she thinks, fusing their lips together, undoing the braids of her former protoge's hair. Two silver rings fall to the ground and let out a cry that reminds Yoruichi of church bells. There's a heated whisper of motion as the same pale hands slide from her sides to the front of her obnoxiously colored jacket, parting the folds with easy flicks of the wrist that remind Yoruichi of the fact that the woman in front of her isn't a little bee anymore. There's not a trace of the sweetness the ex-princess had once loved; in its place is only a hard resolve, an unbendable devotion. Worship has elavated into love, in its purest form. The promise of protection has faded, but the possesive streak is still a mile wide, the Shihouin woman notices with a triumphant smile. The pale guardian in front of her proves this fact as a smooth palm travels up her sternum to hold the nape of her neck in a gentle grip.

But along with the possesion comes the sting, and Yoruichi knows that no matter how hard she tries the gaping wound she has made in her lover's heart will never fade.

She groans aloud when a palm cups the very center of her being, diving into slick folds and taunting, teasing, testing the limitations of her will. Pale pink lips graze a coffee colored nipple, a dark chuckle rumbling up through the milky white body. Yoruichi can only grit her teeth to force down the cry in her throat. But the hornet doesn't like this; Yoruichi is hers dammit and she doesn't care who knows, Seireitei be damned. A thumb grazes over the hidden switch and a skilled finger finds the button within. Yoruichi can't surpress her cry, arching towards a release she can't name. The hornet's eyes turn to molten silver as her lips find home in the crook of the dark skinned woman's neck. White teeth bite down harshly, fingers finetuning the ballad only she knows the notes to, slipping and slidding over the scales in an allegro beat.

Yoruichi can't help but allow her baser nature to explode to the surface. She lets out a feline yowl and melds them so close, only the contrasts of their skin is a testament to their individuality. Fingernails lengthen to claws and she digs them into the hornet's back, feeling the seductive ripple of slim muscle and sinew. The claws puncture skin and the tang of blood hits her nose. Whether the hornet is bothered by this, she cannot tell. The teeth lodged in the purple-haired woman's neck sink a little bit deeper, the arm around her waist a little bit tighter.

The sting is back.

But God help her it feels wonderful; perhaps it was an instinct even she wasn't aware of. All Yoruichi can do is let out cries of ecstasy as she reclines to the forgotten futon, the hornet covering her body possesivly. Instead of the overwhelming entrapment she felt a hundred years ago, the dark-skinned woman only feels security. The ballad is coming to an end, the scales reaching higher, higher, higher, and higher still until white explodes behind her lids, a primal growl tearing from her lips. The hornet slowly withdraws, fingers coated in the essence of their love-making. Or is it sex? Yoruichi isn't sure and she doesn't want to know. All she does is pant while her legs melt to goo. The hornet looks down and the feline-natured woman stares into pools of swirling mercury. She wants this, she assures the hornet after wrapping both arms around a slim neck and undoing the knot of the Shunko outfit. Instead of leaving to undo the other ties, she wraps both hands in the wealth of mis-lengthed raven wing hair and pulls her hornet down for a scorching kiss. She deepens the kiss, shuddering at the heat.

Yoruichi breaks it off with a gasp, then she does her own search, finding each and every creavice of her hornet's body. She knows where to kiss, where to suckle, where to fondle; she reveals in this forbidden information, knowing that no one but her has seen these curves and planes, that she is the only one who will ever have this girl as her own. The hornet collapses on top of the Shihouin, a hand fisted in her hair and a small hand cupping her bottom possesivly. She lets out a strangled gasp that torments Yoruichi's senses as her hand meets slick, velvet heat. She purrs in response, lapping at the frantically beating pulse in the girl's neck. Instinct beats at her will. Yoruichi's purr increases in volume as erotic fantasies whirl through her mind; of her turning them over so that her hornet was at her complete mercy, back to her front, teeth in the nape of her neck, completely submissive to her branding. She imagines how it would feel, her silver eyed hornet trapped completely underneath her body, a hand in her core...the fantasy is fueled by lust, instinct, the tsunami-sized wave of animalistic desire.

It's enough to quicken the pace of her fingers, her own breathing labored. Yoruichi can feel the hornet shuddering, and the she thrusts her tongue into the sensitive shell of the pale woman's ear just as two fingers plunge into the slick wetness of the woman's sex. The hornet cries out, biting down harshly onto her previous mark hard in an attempt to stilfe the noise.

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When Yoruichi awakes the next morning, the hornet is gone. There is no trace left behind, as if she has never existed. Yoruichi is used to this, but that does not stop the sting from lashing at her heart. But this morning, there is something...different. The room seems a little bit brighter, the sun a little more welcoming. Yoruichi stands to her feet, her body deliciously relaxed. She walks into the bathroom and looks at herself, completely nude in the mirror. She sees nothing different; her hornet was always meticulate about leaving mar--

She freezes.

There, blazing upon her neck, is the stinger, dug in so deep there is no way to seperate it from her body.

The door opens. Her hornet appears in the mirror beside her, arms already slinking around her waist and lips finding the mark upon her neck.

"Good morning Yoruichi-sama."

And Yoruichi knew that Soi Fong was finally hers.