Love Game

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Ok this is just another story I had in my mind for quite some time. English is not my first language and this story is un-beta so forgive me the typos and grammar mistakes. If anyone out there want to help me out I would be really grateful.

Title: Love Game

Pairing: Hitsugaya Toshiro and Matsumoto Rangiku

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Love Game

It was suppose to be just for one night.

That’s what Kusaka had said when he was about to enter his room to enjoy the ‘show’. ‘This is only for you, Toshiro, so you better enjoy it as much as you want’

But, it happened every three nights from the last six months he was going to be in that place.

And every time it was her.

She was the only one performing for him and only him.

They would see each other in the privacy oh his hotel room, just like the first time. The sound of the music and the high-heels she always wear were the only sounds filling the room. Her perfume would linger on him after she came dangerously close to him, teasing him, seducing him …calling out to him.

She moved in synch with the music, in a sensual and exotic way that had him mesmerize from the beginning to the end, making him forget all about the world around them. Her eyes, filled with fire and passion, pinned him to the chair making him defenseless and at her mercy.

He wasn’t allowed to touch, but she…she could touch him everywhere and with a cocky smile in her face she always took advantage of that fact.

However, he was allowed to watch and fantasize; even though his nights should be filled with images of his fiancé, Hinamori Momo, and not her. But it was inevitable, the moment their eyes crossed from the first time, the moment she first leaned over him and dance in such a way he knew, he sensed that things would change for him.

For them, it had become a routine, in which words were unnecessary.

Kusaka and Kurosaki had noticed her constant visits and they could hear the music from their rooms; but neither they nor Hitsugaya said anything at all. And for that Toshiro was grateful, because if they were to ask him what was happening, he would have to face emotions and thoughts he wasn’t ready to face or admit.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t love Hinamori, because he did. He loved her enough to ask her to married him. But this woman was…she was different.

While Hinamori was pretty and very cute, the woman in front of him was beyond beautiful.

She had a fire inside of her that made her shine and be noticed over all the things that could be possibly be around her. Her beautiful blond hair fell on her eyes in a wild and sexy way, her glossy lips tugged up in the smallest of smiles while her icy-blue eyes shinned with mischief and something else. There was always something else behind them, something that awoke in him feelings, sensations, emotions that he didn’t know he was capable of.

And she danced with that passion, that fire, that beauty that seemed to define her whole being. She was flirty and innocent at the same time and she was definitely a woman that couldn’t be ignore, that wasn’t about to let anyone that caught her eye go away without shaking his world. And by the looks of it, Hitsugaya Toshiro had caught her attention.

Things went like that for six months.

Six months in which she kept coming and dancing for him, to him.

Six months in which he felt his heart missed a beat every time she smiled at him, she touch him, she looked at him in the eye. In which he would get a funny feeling in his stomach and his heart would beat faster at the mere thought of her.

Six months in which he had a sickening feeling at the mere thought of other men seeing her, that she may be dancing for other men the way she should be dancing only for him…six months in which he was pretty much in denial. He had convinced himself that his attraction to her was only sexual; that his feelings, his reactions were a natural process at seeing her with nothing on …but, there was always a bothersome voice that told him different, that made him doubt …

For six months, he sat there watching her got more daring with her touches, with her dance, with her eyes. Eyes that looked at him with the same intensity that he was looking at her. Whether he knew it or not.

As a silent rule between them, they never talked. Though, there were times in which he could sense that she was dying to say something, to break the tense silence between them. But she never did, and he was grateful because if she were to break that silence…

However, she never did it and when the show was over they would looked into each others eyes until she gave him the most mind-blowing smile, filled with a mix of happiness and sadness, he had ever seen. Then she would get dress and left him there with a hard-on and a longing pain in his heart.


Then, one day everything change.


It was his last day in that place; he had to go back to his life, to his city…to his fiancé.

She knew, the moment she arrived, that there was something different. He was holding himself in a tensed and cold way.

Neither of them wanted to accept or acknowledge that situation. Neither of them wanted to admit that, that day, the tension that had been building over the last six months was reaching his breaking point. And of course, neither of them wanted to accept that that was exactly what they were waiting for.

That night he sat on the same chair, in the same spot at the center of the room. She put the music on and locking her eyes to his she started her dance.

The tension in the room grew with every touch from her part, every time she would rubbed herself against him. His unknown feelings brought a fire and fuzzy feeling inside his chest, and he hate to admit it but he could felt his face warm and flustered. Juts like hers.

Her playful smile and the slowly movement of her hand while she caress herself all over her chest and lower made his heart missed a beat and his pants more tighter than before.

Then everything stopped and he was about to protest when she turned off all the lights but the one of a lamp near him. He looked at her and saw that behind her self-confidence and that slightly smirked on her face there was something else…something akin to nervousness.

Then, she neared him. A teasing hand made her way to his hair going down his face, to his neck…and it wasn’t until she was in front of him that her hand move from his neck to his lips and then down his chest, it was then that her eyes found his.

Both of their hearts were beating a little faster, their breathing was slightly faster than usual. Their eyes, as usual, were doing all the talking for them, telling the other about the unknown sensations each one of them awoke in the other.

That’s when he exploded. He couldn’t take it anymore.

In less than a second she found herself sitting on his lap her naked chest pressed strongly against his, her hand still on his chest while the other was intimately intertwined with his and his lips were firmly place against hers.

Both of them let out a satisfied groan at the first contact.

Even after all the waiting, after all the tension…he was still in control of his emotions and the situation and he let her know that in the way he was kissing her. She had expected the same hungry and needy kiss she usually received from some clients or from former lovers.

But he was different. She noticed that and he wanted her to notice that.

While he wasn’t kissing her in a hungry and needy way, he was being passionate and demanding. His lips were moving so slowly and sensually against her, always demanding for entrance, demanding for more but in such a passive way, in such a teasing way that she was getting desperate. She felt his hand on her back bringing her closer to him and out of instinct she move her hand from his chest to put it in the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. Their other hands keep intertwined in an intimate embrace, joining them in a way that she was afraid to understand.

They breath was coming in short gasps as they keep going with the kiss. A shiver went thought her when their tongues met in a fight from dominance that he won so easily after a few moments. She was feeling light head and very slowly she was melting into the kiss, melting in his arms and the protective and possessive way he was holding her.

But, when she thought that he was going to take things farther he slowed down and nibbled playfully at her lower lip before he broke the contact.

He watched in satisfaction, and happiness, the expression in her face. She was glowing with a strange light, her face was flustered but satisfied, her eyes were close and she was licking her lips that had formed a silly grin on her face. The same silly grinned he had on his.

She opened her icy-blue eyes to look directly into green ones.

For a moment they stayed like that enjoying the feeling of the other…he didn’t want to let her go…no after the kiss…

She didn’t want to leave…not after that kiss…

But then reality hit her hard and she stood up and got dressed without giving him the opportunity to react or do anything at all. She had panicked, why had she allowed that to happen? Why did she allow him to do that to her?

She was about to open the door of the room when a firm hand stopped her attempts. She didn’t turn around but rather stood there, facing the door while another arm grabbed her by the waist. She tensed up at the contact, afraid of what he could do, what he could make her do…

But, he surprised her once again.

“Please, wait…I…your name.” He didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know what to do…his whole body, his hard-on, was demanding some kind of satisfaction; but not whatever kind of satisfaction that his hand could provide…no, it was demanding that he took her there and then, that he made her his. But he couldn’t, he wouldn’t…

A long silence met his words, he could feel her tremble but whether if it was because she was afraid or otherwise he didn’t know…

“Matsumoto Rangiku.” He let out a sighed at her voice. Just as strong as dazzling as breathtaking as her.

Biting her lower lip and taking a deep breath she turned around and asked him the same thing.

“Hitsugaya Toshiro”

She evade his eyes and it broke his hear to see that tears were falling from her eyes. He wanted to console her, to hug her, to…

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Was all he could manage, all he dare to do or say.

The hand that was against the door moved to caress her cheek softly and dried away the tears. She looked up at him and gave him a soft smile before leaning in a kissing him softly in the lips.
“The pleasure is mine” And with that said she left.

He stood there for a long time, with a deep pain in his heart and a bunch of confusing feelings that he couldn’t understand.

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This is it, please tell me what you think about it. Don't flame thoguh...

I really wish to continue this but, for now this is just a one-shot.

Hope all of you enjoyed it.

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