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Current Mood: busy
Current Location: Downtown/Restaurant

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When; December 3rd, Evening
Rating; Pg-13 to R, since you never know if heated words will be exchanged.
Characters; Aizen (

good_and_proper) and Matsumoto(

10thdiv_haineko)
Summary; Since hell has frozen over and the pigs are excellent flyers, Matsumoto and Aizen are having dinner out.
Log;
The man certainly knew taste. He has chosen a fine Italian restaurant in a secluded area of downtown. Small and private, but with a fine decor and high quality service. Busy waiters bussed back and forth amid the tasteful lighting and soft violin music.

Aizen was already sitting at his table in civilian clothes. He checked his watch, tapping his finger on the table cloth.

"She has ten minutes to arrive, then I leave," he said, incessantly rapping his foot against the floor. He so hated waiting for others.

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Walking distances wasn't something Rangiku liked doing, and not having Haineko at her side just made the uneasiness worse. Still, she'd taken a little time to clean up nicely, slipping into some of her nicer clothes. Sure, Aizen wasn't a close friend by any sense of the word, but dinner was dinner. After all, she DID have manners.

The restaurant wasn't hard to find, but it was obvious she was used to finding people by their reiatsu. With a grumble, she pushed the door open and was immediately led to a quiet table.

Graceful as usual, she sank down into the chair and murmured a thank you before she peered over at her 'companion'.

"Sorry. I guess I'm too used to shunpyo'ing everywhere... Hope I haven't kept you waiting long." Her voice is sweet and bright, but the smile wary.

Aizen couldn't pull off his tricks either, but damne if he'd let her know.

"I see you've made it. No trouble, I hope?"

"Not really. Just a little slower than normal." She didn't miss his lack of robes either. Silently, she half wondered if he was powerless as well, but she wouldn't bother asking. If he wasn't, he'd rub it in and it would do nothing more than irritate her.

Not a good thing today.

"You know, I never imagined I'd be sitting across from you in such... peaceable circumstances."

"Despite our differences in...well, everything, I am not adverse to peaceable interaction for today. It gets lonely underground sometimes."

He gestured to a nearby waiter for the menus, eagerly taking them and perusing the menu.

"The great traitor gets lonely? That's almost... human of you." The menu was quickly looked over before it was laid down, her decision made. "You'd think that you'd have your arrancar near you. Are they not good company?"

She wasn't really trying to be belligerent. For once, she was honestly curious.

"The arrancar are my SUBORDINATES, not my compatriots. There is no one I can view and converse with as an equal. Ulqiorra is the only one coming close."

He handed her a menu and asked for another candle. It was certainly harder to see in dark light as a human, that was for sure. He hastily had the new candle lit and brough his eyes back to the text.

"I'll have some red wine, please," he said to the waiter.

She murmurs her agreement, ordering some wine for herself, then turns a look on Aizen.

"Really? I'd think the two that went with you would fill that role more than one of your espada."

He continued looking for a meal he liked, thumbing through page after page.

"Gin is...unique. He is not, however, a friend. Even I do not see completely through him. He is too closed to trust completely. Tousen is too self-obsessed and lost in his own thoughts. I could also decimate them both if I wished it so."

His eyes widened as he seemed to find something he liked, taking a closer look at the page.

She bristled at the casual way he spoke about Gin. Yes, he'd betrayed her as well as everyone else in Seireitei, but there was a difference. Still, he was right about him. About them both.

"Gin's always been like that."

She passed her anger over, thinking it was best to ignore it for now.

Human he may be, but Aizen had not lost his ability to read people.

"So I guessed. Does it vex you to hear my refer to them in such a way? They are well aware of my thoughts on the matter. As are the arrancar. They are secure in the knowledge that I consider them my tools or war."

With a quick hand raise, another waiter is summoned.

"Pasta Primavera with garlic bread and side of chicken asiago. I will also take a basket of the bread you have, along with some olive oil."

Seeing the waiter, she ordered herself a thick slice of lasagne and sent him on his way. Draping her elbows on the edge of the table, she leaned closer, her voice soft.

"It does. He wasn't always a warrior. I remember a different Gin than that."

Another waiter soon stopped over to drop off the red wine that was ordered, placing the large bottle on the table. Aizen opened the bottle and inhaled deeply of the scent.

"This will be satisfactory, thank you."

He poured glasses for them both, then set the bottle aside. As the waiters retreated, Aizen turned back to her.

"We all were different people once," he said, almost off-hand, "That is unavoidable. As we grow, we learn more about how the world really works. Some simply deal with it sooner than others."

A slim eyebrow rose as she sipped at her wine.

"And how does the world really work, oh wise one?"

A nagging little voice in her head said not to antagonize him, but she didn't plan on actively doing that.

She squirmed under him, her hands dropping away from his skin to dig into the ground. A moan sounding somewhat like his name was cut short when she felt his tongue along her belly.

"... fuck."

He gritted his teeth and let out a hard grunt of effort as he tore her bottom garments free at the center and splayed them apart. His hands found her inner thighs as he spread her legs apart. He felt his way along, finally spreading her lower lips and clamping his mouth to her sex. His tongue greedily attacked her inner walls as he sloppily dove into her. He could feel her sensitive nub with the edge of his nose and moved one hand up to gently pinch it.

Immediately, her hands sank back into his hair, hips moving against him as she whined softly. The whine became louder when he pinched her, her legs slipping further apart as she arched up.

He continued to sloppily enjoy the taste of her, then pushed his fore and middlefinger into her just below his mouth, softly probing her pussy. The long, toughened fingers could reach deeply, spreading and twisting inside of her.

While he pleasured her, he used some of the moisture they made to stroke himself to full erection.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she praised the teaching they'd all received at the academy. There was nothing like a swordsman's hands, all nimble fingers and callouses. Liquid heat was pooling in her belly, a precursor to something she knew very well, so the hands in his hair tightened and pulled.

"Up... please."

In the depths of his lust and alcohol hazed mind, he barely registered her request. He withrew his fingers and crawled up, holding himself up over her. He sealed his mouth against hers and pushed his tongue into her mouth. His hands crept up her breasts and neck, caressing that warm, welcoming flesh.

Aizen was a tall, broad man, and that applied to every part of him. He grunted into her mouth and pushed against her entrance, then finally sighed in contentment as his full-length slid into her.

Now she had him where he was needed. Pleased, she purred into the kiss, sucking on the tongue in her mouth as her legs twined around his waist. Her hips surged to meet him, hands wandering up and down his back as her nails dragged in mindless patterns.

The wet smack of moist skin against skin could be heard if anyone were passing by. It was very lucky for them that it was so late at night.

He continued to lock his lips against hers, kissing almost hard enough to bruise. The more of her he took, the more he wanted. His hands went around her waist, holding her fast as they fucked. He groaned with every thrust, feeling the slick, muscular tube gripping his shaft.

Her groans rose to merge with his, nails digging in as the thrusts grew harder. Though human for the night, she still loved it a little rough, so her lips pulled away from his with a gasp, head tipping back as she growled softly, "harder... fuck..."

He automatically complied, slamming his hips roughly against hers. He viciously stroked her clit between two fingers, racing toward his own orgasm. He moved his head to the side of hers, breathing hard against her cheek and nipping her earlobe. He pinched and tugged at her large nipples, teasing them.

"Ah..gon'...."

His hips began to move even faster, his deepening thrusts causing the head of his prick to repeatedly bang against her back walls.

Her control was something of legend in Seireitei, but here, reduced in power to a mere human, it was severly lacking. Her voice rose, shuddering for a moment, then dropped to a low moan as her body convulsed under his. Scalding heat washed over her as she stiffened, muscles clamping down on the thick flesh inside her, her nails sinking fully into the sweat slick skin under them.

Aizen hissed in both pain and pleasure, his body locking up against hers. As the feeling of her tight body milking him shattered his concentration, he curled his fingers in her hair and gave several deep grunts, releasing his seed in the deepest part of her.

He collapsed with exhaustion and left out a loud puff of air, his head pillowed on her chest.

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