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When; 2/14, close to midnight
Rating; PG-13 for almost sex
Characters; Unohana![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
4thdiv_healer and Kenpachi nonamesword
Summary; Still under the effect of the lust curse, Ken heads back over to Unohana's.
Log;
Yachiru had finally gotten bored and dozed off. Finally he thought, a wicked grin coming to his face. Yachiru would be sad to wake up without him there in the morning, but he had to go. He had been craving Unohana, needing her all day, and been pulled away just before things got good. He leaned the small girl against a tree in Xanadu and headed off towards the apartments. Glancing at a clock in a nearby window, he noticed the time; 11:43. It was close enough for him. For the first time in his life that he could remember, he found his way to the healer’s apartment without getting lost.
Yachiru thought it would be fun to play with his hair, so rather than being up in their regular spikes, it was draped behind his head. He swept a lock out of his face and stared at the door for a moment. Isane and Yumichika might still be there. Walking in would risk running into the two of him. After thinking for a minute he came to the conclusion that it didn’t matter. If they got in his way, he’d knock them out. Nobody was stopping him this time. Just to be safe, he quietly turned the handle and opened the door, peering into the dark apartment.
The 4th's captain stepped forward from the shadows, softly calling the other captain's name, a slight lilt in her usually smooth voice. Her hair was unplaited and down, flowing across her shoulders. "Over here, Zaraki-taichou," she called, the name rolling off her tongue, free, calling, wanting.
She held out a hand, already imagining the calloused hand in hers. "I think they're in the kitchen. If you keep to the shadows, they won't see us.
His grin widening, Zaraki grabbed the hand and quickly closed the gap between them, lifting her up into his arms and quietly slipping through the doorway to the bedroom, closing it behind him before hastily laying her down on the bed and claiming her lips for a rough kiss. He pinned her arms down, breaking their kiss to gaze over his prize.
There was little time left for any reaction. The effortless lift, being cradled in strong arms that had laid her down so quickly, but so gently. The hips stradding her own and the kiss, full of lust, passion, and need. And his grip, rough hands firm, but gentle on her slender wrists. All were a blur in Unohana's lust cursed mind. "Careful," she cautioned, voice nearly a purr. "I will break more easily than you."
His response came in the form of his hands slowly undoing her haori, opening the front enough to slip a hand inside and cup around her, his rough palm sliding against her soft flesh. “That careful enough for you?” he asked, voice low. He kissed her again, trailing down to her neck, lightly biting and sucking on it, all the while staring up at her with a lust-filled look in his eyes.
Her body responded before she could, chest rising against the touch, pressing closer against him. She tipped her head to the side, her neck exposed and inviting. "Mmm," she finally answered in affirmation.
He grunted into her neck, turning her head back towards him and reclaimed her lips, forcing hers open with his tongue and exploring her mouth violently. His hand lightly squeezed, fingers sliding over sensitive skin, opening the haori to the point that her upper body was exposed. His other hand slowly slid down her curves, falling down to her leg, and massaging around to her inner-thigh.
The air of the apartment was cold against her skin, and she drew tighter to him for the warmth his body exuded. Her freed hands moved from their position over her head to his face, ensuring that any attempt to break the kiss would be difficult.
Somewhere in the apartment a clock chimed; once, twice, twelve times, marking the beginning of a new day.
He didn’t pay the chiming any mind, far too absorbed in the body underneath him. It slowly hit him and he froze, hands slipped off of the warm body below him and onto the hands on his face, gently pulling them off before he leaned up, staring awkwardly at her. Turning quickly, the moonlit wall beside him suddenly became increasingly interesting. He shifted his body off of hers, sitting on the edge of the bed next to her, trying to figure out anything to say, but nothing came.
Eyes wide, Unohana sat up quickly. Her normally nimble hands fumbled with the haori, managing to close it across her bare chest, but struggling to secure it around her. She didn't move from her sitting position, drawing in the situation, finding no words.
The awkward silence consumed them both for a few moments, until finally, Unohana broke it. "I think they were right, Zaraki-taichou. We were cursed." This time Unohana's voice was devoid of the wicked luster it had earlier held and the words were redundant; no doubt the other captain had already assumed the same.
Ken grunted and, fairly sure she had adjusted her clothing, slowly glanced back over at her. Luckily Yachiru had kept him busy all day. He would make it up to her somehow, especially since she had saved him from going too far with Unohana. “Yeah…sorry ‘bout that.” He slowly stood and headed towards the door, turning back to say, “we’d better not mention this to the others, all hell would break loose if they found out.”
"Zaraki-taichou." Unohana rose from the bed and stopped him with a hand on his arm. "Don't apologize for something that neither of us had any control over. It is neither your fault nor mine. If any blame is to be placed, it should be on this City and its deities. And as for the others…" She paused for a moment, considering the other two in the apartment. "No, I don't believe they'd be so pleased if they knew."
Well, that was comforting to know. At least this time he hadn’t ended up marrying somebody due to a curse, as he’d been told he did before. “Thanks,” he muttered, not used to expressing any gratitude, but he really was glad that nothing bad would come from it. Placing a hand on the door handle, he added, “I’ll get outta here before the others get any more ideas.”
Unohana lay her own hand on the door, preventing the other captain from opening it. "Wait," she cautioned. "Let me see where Isane is, first." She opened the door a little and slid out of the room, peering from the shadows toward the kitchen. Isane was pacing back and forth, back and forth between the living room and the kitchen. Unohana suppressed a sigh and reentered the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
"If you go now, Isane will see you." She leaned against the door, in thought. "I suppose... I suppose you could stay here tonight. You can take my bed and I will sleep on the couch. I'm sure I can find some way to explain it to Isane."
With a sigh, Zaraki walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed again. “It’s your house, you shouldn’t have to do that. The bed’s big enough for two.” And if someone complained, what did it really matter anyway? Like he’d said before, his personal life is his business anyway, so even if he and Unohana were in a relationship…He pushed the thought from his head. It was probably just another curse or something.
A moment passed before Unohana claimed the side of the bed opposite of the other captain. She perched lightly on the edge, not yet moving to lie down. "I'm not sure how we would explain this, however. But as you said earlier, we are two adults. Though you were cursed when you said it, that is no matter. They'll have to find some way to deal with this."
Satisfied, he grunted an approval and slid the rest of the way onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He knew he would never hear the end of this if anyone found out, but it’s not like the 11th wouldn’t annoy him constantly anyway. Glancing over, he made sure he wasn’t taking up too much of the bed, so Unohana could also comfortably lay down.
The healer did so, lying atop the covers and turning her body slightly away from Kenpachi.
Holding back a chuckle watching her behavior, he reached a long arm over and pulled on her shoulder, rolling her semi-forcibly across the bed until she was propped against him, laying on his chest. Something felt weird, but seeing as they’d had 2 weird curses in a row, Zaraki assumed it was just another one, and decided that if it was there was no reason to try to fight it. It seemed harmless, and it’d be gone in a day anyway. He whispered, “you know, that curse a couple days ago wasn’t all that bad anyway.”
Unohana gasped, eyes wide, not expecting to wind up pressed against the other captain's chest. She pulled away a bit, searching for an appropriate response. "You could have died, Zaraki-taichou. If Isane hadn't been there, you might have bled out on the floor. I would hardly say it 'wasn't that bad.'" It wasn't quite what she would have liked to say, but it was all she could say.
Placing and arm reassuringly on her shoulder, he replied, “that’s not what I meant. But whatever. It’s been a long day.” He stared up at the ceiling, he found himself watching her out of the corner of his eye, making sure she was able to sleep. The thought of Isane walking in in the morning and fainting again crossed his mind, but it didn’t matter. He was too tired to be worried about anything else.
The healer wanted to protest their position and his words, but did not. He was more than right. It had been a long two days, both captains cursed for every minute of them. Unohana was more than exhausted and she closed her eyes, not moving away from Kenpachi. She found herself not caring about whether Isane found them on opposite sides of the bed or closer together.
Content, Kenpachi’s eyes also slowly closed as he drifted off to sleep, hoping that they would not wake up to someone screaming or fainting in the doorway.
Rating; PG-13 for almost sex
Characters; Unohana
4thdiv_healer and Kenpachi nonameswordSummary; Still under the effect of the lust curse, Ken heads back over to Unohana's.
Log;
Yachiru had finally gotten bored and dozed off. Finally he thought, a wicked grin coming to his face. Yachiru would be sad to wake up without him there in the morning, but he had to go. He had been craving Unohana, needing her all day, and been pulled away just before things got good. He leaned the small girl against a tree in Xanadu and headed off towards the apartments. Glancing at a clock in a nearby window, he noticed the time; 11:43. It was close enough for him. For the first time in his life that he could remember, he found his way to the healer’s apartment without getting lost.
Yachiru thought it would be fun to play with his hair, so rather than being up in their regular spikes, it was draped behind his head. He swept a lock out of his face and stared at the door for a moment. Isane and Yumichika might still be there. Walking in would risk running into the two of him. After thinking for a minute he came to the conclusion that it didn’t matter. If they got in his way, he’d knock them out. Nobody was stopping him this time. Just to be safe, he quietly turned the handle and opened the door, peering into the dark apartment.
The 4th's captain stepped forward from the shadows, softly calling the other captain's name, a slight lilt in her usually smooth voice. Her hair was unplaited and down, flowing across her shoulders. "Over here, Zaraki-taichou," she called, the name rolling off her tongue, free, calling, wanting.
She held out a hand, already imagining the calloused hand in hers. "I think they're in the kitchen. If you keep to the shadows, they won't see us.
His grin widening, Zaraki grabbed the hand and quickly closed the gap between them, lifting her up into his arms and quietly slipping through the doorway to the bedroom, closing it behind him before hastily laying her down on the bed and claiming her lips for a rough kiss. He pinned her arms down, breaking their kiss to gaze over his prize.
There was little time left for any reaction. The effortless lift, being cradled in strong arms that had laid her down so quickly, but so gently. The hips stradding her own and the kiss, full of lust, passion, and need. And his grip, rough hands firm, but gentle on her slender wrists. All were a blur in Unohana's lust cursed mind. "Careful," she cautioned, voice nearly a purr. "I will break more easily than you."
His response came in the form of his hands slowly undoing her haori, opening the front enough to slip a hand inside and cup around her, his rough palm sliding against her soft flesh. “That careful enough for you?” he asked, voice low. He kissed her again, trailing down to her neck, lightly biting and sucking on it, all the while staring up at her with a lust-filled look in his eyes.
Her body responded before she could, chest rising against the touch, pressing closer against him. She tipped her head to the side, her neck exposed and inviting. "Mmm," she finally answered in affirmation.
He grunted into her neck, turning her head back towards him and reclaimed her lips, forcing hers open with his tongue and exploring her mouth violently. His hand lightly squeezed, fingers sliding over sensitive skin, opening the haori to the point that her upper body was exposed. His other hand slowly slid down her curves, falling down to her leg, and massaging around to her inner-thigh.
The air of the apartment was cold against her skin, and she drew tighter to him for the warmth his body exuded. Her freed hands moved from their position over her head to his face, ensuring that any attempt to break the kiss would be difficult.
Somewhere in the apartment a clock chimed; once, twice, twelve times, marking the beginning of a new day.
He didn’t pay the chiming any mind, far too absorbed in the body underneath him. It slowly hit him and he froze, hands slipped off of the warm body below him and onto the hands on his face, gently pulling them off before he leaned up, staring awkwardly at her. Turning quickly, the moonlit wall beside him suddenly became increasingly interesting. He shifted his body off of hers, sitting on the edge of the bed next to her, trying to figure out anything to say, but nothing came.
Eyes wide, Unohana sat up quickly. Her normally nimble hands fumbled with the haori, managing to close it across her bare chest, but struggling to secure it around her. She didn't move from her sitting position, drawing in the situation, finding no words.
The awkward silence consumed them both for a few moments, until finally, Unohana broke it. "I think they were right, Zaraki-taichou. We were cursed." This time Unohana's voice was devoid of the wicked luster it had earlier held and the words were redundant; no doubt the other captain had already assumed the same.
Ken grunted and, fairly sure she had adjusted her clothing, slowly glanced back over at her. Luckily Yachiru had kept him busy all day. He would make it up to her somehow, especially since she had saved him from going too far with Unohana. “Yeah…sorry ‘bout that.” He slowly stood and headed towards the door, turning back to say, “we’d better not mention this to the others, all hell would break loose if they found out.”
"Zaraki-taichou." Unohana rose from the bed and stopped him with a hand on his arm. "Don't apologize for something that neither of us had any control over. It is neither your fault nor mine. If any blame is to be placed, it should be on this City and its deities. And as for the others…" She paused for a moment, considering the other two in the apartment. "No, I don't believe they'd be so pleased if they knew."
Well, that was comforting to know. At least this time he hadn’t ended up marrying somebody due to a curse, as he’d been told he did before. “Thanks,” he muttered, not used to expressing any gratitude, but he really was glad that nothing bad would come from it. Placing a hand on the door handle, he added, “I’ll get outta here before the others get any more ideas.”
Unohana lay her own hand on the door, preventing the other captain from opening it. "Wait," she cautioned. "Let me see where Isane is, first." She opened the door a little and slid out of the room, peering from the shadows toward the kitchen. Isane was pacing back and forth, back and forth between the living room and the kitchen. Unohana suppressed a sigh and reentered the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
"If you go now, Isane will see you." She leaned against the door, in thought. "I suppose... I suppose you could stay here tonight. You can take my bed and I will sleep on the couch. I'm sure I can find some way to explain it to Isane."
With a sigh, Zaraki walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed again. “It’s your house, you shouldn’t have to do that. The bed’s big enough for two.” And if someone complained, what did it really matter anyway? Like he’d said before, his personal life is his business anyway, so even if he and Unohana were in a relationship…He pushed the thought from his head. It was probably just another curse or something.
A moment passed before Unohana claimed the side of the bed opposite of the other captain. She perched lightly on the edge, not yet moving to lie down. "I'm not sure how we would explain this, however. But as you said earlier, we are two adults. Though you were cursed when you said it, that is no matter. They'll have to find some way to deal with this."
Satisfied, he grunted an approval and slid the rest of the way onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He knew he would never hear the end of this if anyone found out, but it’s not like the 11th wouldn’t annoy him constantly anyway. Glancing over, he made sure he wasn’t taking up too much of the bed, so Unohana could also comfortably lay down.
The healer did so, lying atop the covers and turning her body slightly away from Kenpachi.
Holding back a chuckle watching her behavior, he reached a long arm over and pulled on her shoulder, rolling her semi-forcibly across the bed until she was propped against him, laying on his chest. Something felt weird, but seeing as they’d had 2 weird curses in a row, Zaraki assumed it was just another one, and decided that if it was there was no reason to try to fight it. It seemed harmless, and it’d be gone in a day anyway. He whispered, “you know, that curse a couple days ago wasn’t all that bad anyway.”
Unohana gasped, eyes wide, not expecting to wind up pressed against the other captain's chest. She pulled away a bit, searching for an appropriate response. "You could have died, Zaraki-taichou. If Isane hadn't been there, you might have bled out on the floor. I would hardly say it 'wasn't that bad.'" It wasn't quite what she would have liked to say, but it was all she could say.
Placing and arm reassuringly on her shoulder, he replied, “that’s not what I meant. But whatever. It’s been a long day.” He stared up at the ceiling, he found himself watching her out of the corner of his eye, making sure she was able to sleep. The thought of Isane walking in in the morning and fainting again crossed his mind, but it didn’t matter. He was too tired to be worried about anything else.
The healer wanted to protest their position and his words, but did not. He was more than right. It had been a long two days, both captains cursed for every minute of them. Unohana was more than exhausted and she closed her eyes, not moving away from Kenpachi. She found herself not caring about whether Isane found them on opposite sides of the bed or closer together.
Content, Kenpachi’s eyes also slowly closed as he drifted off to sleep, hoping that they would not wake up to someone screaming or fainting in the doorway.
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Kira's cuter than Ken-chan though... :(
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WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, KENPACHI IS ADORABLE!
...^_^;
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Ken being gentle is weird... Dx;
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Besides, not as manly Ken means the 11th freaks out more!
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