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Current Location: Underground Lair

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When; Jan. 05, night
Ratings; Pg-13 at the least.
Characters; Aizen

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Summary; Aizen invites Rangiku to dinner at his dwelling place.
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The interior of Aizen's place seemed almost like a copy of his Hueco Mundo home. Lots of open space, high ceilings, and sturdy architecture. A massive view screen took up a large portion of one wall, with several smaller couches in front of it. Posts from the day could be seen glowing on it.

Aizen stood in front of small, ornate table with a plethora of Italian food on it. It was circular , with two chairs on either side.

"Greetings, Rangiku," he said, using his reiatsu to lower a pedestal that would bring her up to the dining area.

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She stepped off of the pedestal, eyes wide as she looked around the room. Seeing the way the table was laid out, she was glad she chose to dress semi-nicely; her slim black dress fitting into the ornate simplicity of the room.

With a slight smile, she looked over to Aizen. "Good evening, Sousuke. I'm afraid you've done too much..."

"Hardly, Rangiku. Please," he pulled out her chair, motioning for her to sit.

She smoothed her dress under her as she sat, crossing her legs under the table while she silently wished she hadn't worn the heels. It was obvious the last few days had some effect on her, even if she'd taken great pains to keep from looking tired. "It's been an interesting few days, hasn't it?"

He opened several trays with linguini in white clam sauce, stuffed artichokes, manicotti, fettuccine alfredo, spaghetti and meatballs, chicken marsala, risotto, beef braciole, caesar salad, bowls of mussels in sauce, and some special non-ethnic desserts.

"Yes, it has been. I hope you find this enjoyable. Would you like me to remove your shoes?"

She blinked and shifted in her seat. "That isn't necessary... " If he noticed her minor discomfort, it was just a sign of how much things had been getting to her. "Everything looks wonderful."

"I just wanted you as comfortable as possible," he said, moving back to his seat.

He took several kinds of food onto his plate, along with several bread rolls, then cracked open two bottles of red wine. A glass was poured for each of them.

"So...have there been any major problems tonight?"

She followed suit, covering her plate with a decent amount of food. Her work during the day had made her quite hungry, and her stomach seemed thrilled that its needs were going to be met. The wine was just as welcome as the food.

After a sip, she shrugged a little. "I haven't been around as much today, so I haven't heard anything, really. Have there been any on your end?"

Aizen slowly buttered one of his rolls while addressing her.

"Aside from the usual petty threats? The same old thing. Cirucci said you wanted to spar with her. Byakuya and I don't get along. Unohana deeply questioned me as to my intentions with you. I spoke down to the Red God again. The normal stuff I do."

He took a long sip of his wine and took a few bites of fettucine.

"Probably a lot of what you've been getting. And of course, the situation with Gin."

The mention of Gin sent her gaze down to the plate in front of her. "You make it all sound so simple." A roll was already gone and she'd started on some salad. "It looks like you've complicated your life here by spending time with me..."

"It's alright. I've been rather inactive as of late, anyway. It doesn't bother me. I enjoy this feeling. It's very pleasant to be around you."

He enjoy the last of the chicken marsala on his plate and pours himself a new glass of wine.

"Let me ask you something, Rangiku. We all grew up in similar circumstances. I, myself, hail from the last district. We are bound, in a way, by shared experience...Do you see any aspects of Gin in me? Is that the reason you enjoy being near me?"

Her own glass was finished as well, but she didn't pay any attention to it. Lips pursed a little, she found herself thinking back to her time in some of the slums of Rukongai. Memories from then weren't something she bothered thinking about very often...

"I don't see as much of Gin in you as some might. I like being around you for many reasons... none of which have anything to do with Gin."

He smiled in way that might or might not be perceptible to her, then impaled a bit of manicotti before popping it into his mouth with a chunk of butter roll. He garnished his salad with a few ingredients and some vinegarete dressing, then turned to her.

"I see. Tell me, Rangiku. Do you wish to become the best shinigami you can be?"

Her smile twitched up a little. "Of course. I'm always striving to be more. Kuchiki-taichou told me he hopes he's around the day I become a captain..." The 'what-if' parts didn't get mentioned. "I've been getting closer and closer to breaking through the limits placed on all of us outside of Seireitei. I'm almost there..."

With a simple, quick movement, he picked her up in his arms and began to carry her elsewhere. As he traveled with her, he continued to taste her lips, even as doors parted and structures parted in front of them.

He finally reached a large bed, where he lowered her to it's surface.

With a low chuckle, she stretched and toed off the damnable heels. Her arms stayed over her head after the stretch. "You have a very accomodating home, don't you?"

He replied with a small chortle of his own, shedding his shoes, overcoat, and shirt.

Blue eyes watched him, so glad that she was sober this time. An arm moved, allowing her to snag her fingers in the waistband of his pants. She gave a careful tug, grinning.

"I'm chilly. Come warm me?"

"Of course. I would hate for you to catch a cold," he grinned, giving her another lingering kiss.

He removed the last of his clothing and set it on the counter beside the bed, then slid his hands down her body, helping get the last of her clothing removed. His hands went under her dress and pulled her underwear down and off. Upon reaching removing them he picked up one of her feet to kiss the top of it, then set her panties aside.

The grin grew wider as her wishes were answered. Her toes curled a little when his lips touched the top of her foot. A quiet laugh probably gave it away that she was more than a little ticklish, but it wasn't too much in the forefront of her mind. Propping herself up on an elbow, she curled a hand over his cheek.

"That's good. I'd have to whine until I felt better."

He kissed her fingertips and followed the hand, and then the arm, up to her body. He traced her lips with his tongue, then pushed it into her mouth, pressing it against hers.

"You may still start whining," he whispered to her, "But it will be for a much different reason and in a much different tone."

One of his hands went down and slid over her belly, then cupped her mound, softly stroking his fingers over her womanhood.

She sucked in a breath at the gentle touch. With a pleased murmur, she carefully nipped at the lips so close to hers. Her hand slid down his chest, not stopping until her fingers were draped over the rise of his hip.

"Is that so?"

"Mmmmhmm..." he murmured, nudging her clit with his thumb. He continued to deepen the kiss, pressing more forcefully against her.

He guided her hand to his cock, urging her to touch him.

Her fingers slid over his hard flesh, mimicking his own hand on her. Her thumb swept over the head as her fingers tightened a little. She didn't remember when she'd dropped off of her elbow, but she didn't really care. Not when he was warm against her.

Once she was wet enough, he gently slid his middle finger inside, followed by his index finger. The long, twisting digits worked along the inside of her body, trying to reach as much of her as possible. He barely restrained a groan as her hand grasped him.

She doesn't bother to hold her own groan back. She's always been a vocal woman, and in passion is no different. Her long legs slide further apart as her hand starts an easy rhythm on his cock.