Bed Check
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Adult +
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2
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Bed Check
This is a response to the challenge/request for an Unohana/Isane fic featuring BDSM with Unohana on top, oral, and tribadism (which I had to look up, tyvm). It's a little slow, and not done yet, but I think it'll turn out well in the end. Reviews are always welcome!
With a sigh, Unohana Restu slid the rice paper door shut and headed down the hall. The patient wasn’t doing nearly as well as she’d hoped and expected. Perhaps it was becoming time to admit that there were some things even she couldn’t heal.
Then she shook her head, the familiar gentle smile curving her lips. The captain of Squad 4 rarely let her squad members indulge in such melancholic thoughts, and she wouldn’t do it herself. Folding her hands at her waist as was her usual posture, she stopped at the first door she came too.
Time to make the nightly bed checks. It was something of a joke to the other squads – 11th in particular, but she forgave Zaraki that – how motherly she was to her subordinates. But she knew the members of her squad were pleased that she cared about them so much.
She did, of course, but that wasn’t the reason she did it.
Part of the reason was to limit the time they spent being able to bed hop. Having numerous affairs was distracting to the healing arts, and she wasn’t about to risk the lives of shinigami because two of her squad members had abandoned sleep for carnal amusement.
The other side of that, she thought as she shut the door and moved to the next, was that thinking about sex and not having any was as distracting as having too much. The body needed that release, and without it, people became sloppy. Finding the balance, that was important.
She made her way to the other rooms quickly and efficiently, stopping at last at Isane’s door. Her vice-captain was an excellent healer and a sweet person. Which was why Unohana usually stopped and waited outside Isane’s door, listening for any sounds. She was perhaps more permissive with her second in command than others were, but Isane deserved it.
Tonight, however, she opened the door without stopping, lost in her own thoughts about how long it had been since someone had warmed her own bed.
On the futon, skin gleaming slightly with sweat in the faint moonlight, Isane sprawled legs wide and breasts bouncing as one hand worked between her legs. Little moans escaped her, whimpering as her fingers rubbed her wetness, and her eyes were closed, brow furrowed in pleasure and concentration.
Unohana stopped, eyes wide. Should she . . . just close the door? Say something, perhaps? But what? Was there anything she could say that wasn’t going to sound like a reprimand? Or an invitation . . . .
Before she could decide, the silver-haired vice-captain’s body tensed, and her moans, pitched low because of the sleeping people in the rooms around her, became deeper. “Oh . . . taicho . . . .”
Not waiting another moment, Unohana Retsu, one of the thirteen highest-ranked people in Soul Society and the best healer in the Seireitei, shut the door and walked back to her own room, trying to shake the idea that she was running.
As she stripped off her haori, kosode, and hakama, she told herself over and over that Isane was probably thinking of one of the other captains. Kyoraku was handsome enough, if you could get past the floral robe he wore. Even Kuchiki was handsome, if cold. But he was like that to hide pain, which Unohana could understand, even if she thought it was silly.
Her fingers worked quickly, undoing the long braid from around her neck, and then stripping off her underthings. That must be it. One of the other captains had sparked her vice-captain’s interest. She’d have to make careful inquiries about which one, and see if she could help Isane. The girl was so shy that she might never make a move on her own.
Stretching out naked on her own futon, the moonlight making her pale skin almost glow and casting deep shadows between her legs, in the hollow of her stomach, and the slopes of her generous breasts, she wondered idly why she should feel so sad that she was probably right about Isane.
With a sigh, Unohana Restu slid the rice paper door shut and headed down the hall. The patient wasn’t doing nearly as well as she’d hoped and expected. Perhaps it was becoming time to admit that there were some things even she couldn’t heal.
Then she shook her head, the familiar gentle smile curving her lips. The captain of Squad 4 rarely let her squad members indulge in such melancholic thoughts, and she wouldn’t do it herself. Folding her hands at her waist as was her usual posture, she stopped at the first door she came too.
Time to make the nightly bed checks. It was something of a joke to the other squads – 11th in particular, but she forgave Zaraki that – how motherly she was to her subordinates. But she knew the members of her squad were pleased that she cared about them so much.
She did, of course, but that wasn’t the reason she did it.
Part of the reason was to limit the time they spent being able to bed hop. Having numerous affairs was distracting to the healing arts, and she wasn’t about to risk the lives of shinigami because two of her squad members had abandoned sleep for carnal amusement.
The other side of that, she thought as she shut the door and moved to the next, was that thinking about sex and not having any was as distracting as having too much. The body needed that release, and without it, people became sloppy. Finding the balance, that was important.
She made her way to the other rooms quickly and efficiently, stopping at last at Isane’s door. Her vice-captain was an excellent healer and a sweet person. Which was why Unohana usually stopped and waited outside Isane’s door, listening for any sounds. She was perhaps more permissive with her second in command than others were, but Isane deserved it.
Tonight, however, she opened the door without stopping, lost in her own thoughts about how long it had been since someone had warmed her own bed.
On the futon, skin gleaming slightly with sweat in the faint moonlight, Isane sprawled legs wide and breasts bouncing as one hand worked between her legs. Little moans escaped her, whimpering as her fingers rubbed her wetness, and her eyes were closed, brow furrowed in pleasure and concentration.
Unohana stopped, eyes wide. Should she . . . just close the door? Say something, perhaps? But what? Was there anything she could say that wasn’t going to sound like a reprimand? Or an invitation . . . .
Before she could decide, the silver-haired vice-captain’s body tensed, and her moans, pitched low because of the sleeping people in the rooms around her, became deeper. “Oh . . . taicho . . . .”
Not waiting another moment, Unohana Retsu, one of the thirteen highest-ranked people in Soul Society and the best healer in the Seireitei, shut the door and walked back to her own room, trying to shake the idea that she was running.
As she stripped off her haori, kosode, and hakama, she told herself over and over that Isane was probably thinking of one of the other captains. Kyoraku was handsome enough, if you could get past the floral robe he wore. Even Kuchiki was handsome, if cold. But he was like that to hide pain, which Unohana could understand, even if she thought it was silly.
Her fingers worked quickly, undoing the long braid from around her neck, and then stripping off her underthings. That must be it. One of the other captains had sparked her vice-captain’s interest. She’d have to make careful inquiries about which one, and see if she could help Isane. The girl was so shy that she might never make a move on her own.
Stretching out naked on her own futon, the moonlight making her pale skin almost glow and casting deep shadows between her legs, in the hollow of her stomach, and the slopes of her generous breasts, she wondered idly why she should feel so sad that she was probably right about Isane.