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Log; Completed
When; 2/23, night
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Unoahana![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
4thdiv_healer & Kenpachi nonamesword
Summary; Ken needssexual healing, and goes to Unohana. And Isane's not there to pass out and make things worse for once. :3
Log;
For once, the combat division captain had come from a decent fight. The monsters had gotten stronger it seemed, and though he still had no reason to draw his blade, they had managed to scratch him up quite a bit. To be perfectly honest, he had taken a few of the blows on purpose. Things between him and the healer were awkward, and he didn’t like it. He wasn’t used to it. For some reason he felt he needed an excuse to go over and make sure nothing was wrong. After wandering the city for a good half hour, he found his way back to the apartment he had been staying at, knocking on the door and waiting.
Unohana opened the door slowly, tilting her head back to face the towering captain. Things had indeed been awkward. Several curses had placed them in situations that had been, for some part, uncomfortable, but not completely without merit. But Unohana didn't know what the situation was now. For a woman who was used to being sure and confident, it was discomforting not to have an answer to the question of where things went from there.
She stepped back, allowing him entrance into the apartment. "Come in, Zaraki-taichou."
Alone time. Great. Though he should be happy that they’d have a while to work out the issues they were having, he knew that the two girls would probably freak out to find that he and Unohana had been alone in the apartment. He walked in the door, standing in the middle of the room like a lost dog, not having thought of anything to say the entire way over. Words had never been his forte. Rather than letting things stay silent, he motioned to the few large cuts he had and said, “sorry, they’re getting stronger.”
"There's nothing to apologize for," the healer said, closing the door. She began to fuss around the other captain, circling around him a couple of times to evaluate his injuries. "Do sit, however. If you faint on me I'd rather have you already on the ground than nearly seven feet abouve it."
“I said I wouldn’t,” he stated bluntly, sitting down on the floor. She always fussed about him passing out, even when it was something minor like the scratches he had now. But he kinda liked that about her. That she cared. …Shit, what the hell was he thinking? She was a healer, that was her job. Shrugging it off, he found himself drawn to her circling him, almost interested in the fine detail she paid to each one of his injuries. The curses must really be getting to him, to be interested in something as mundane as that. Normally he’d be counting the seconds until he could leave, but not now.
Unohana knelt before him, sitting close. "I can say that you've brought me worse. You have some minor abrasions on your hands and a rather long gash on your chest. Your hands can be taken care of first, as the other injury isn't very deep." She reached out and took his hands in her own, beginning to murmur the words of a healing kidou.
He continued to watch her in a way that he hadn’t noticed himself doing before. He let her take his hands, feeling their softness and warmth compared to his own, which were cold and hard. With a chuckle, he replied, “heh, well then you can’t say I didn’t try.”
"I really hope you didn't try to get hurt, Zaraki-taichou." She smiled, absentmindedly tracing the scars on his hands as she finished the incantation. Her hands glowed with the kidou, the cuts closing beneath her fingers. "There," she said, indicating with a certain finality that she was done, but not releasing his hands.
That got another chuckle out of him. “Nah, these ones are a bit tougher. I might even have to draw my blade if there’s enough of them at once.” He watched as she finished, feeling a bit weird with her touching his hands so gently. His eyes traced up her arm until he was staring at her face with a confused look on his face. It’s not that he wanted her to let go, but it struck him as fairly weird that she was stopping before finishing the healing.
Unohana held his hands for another moment, lost in thought. "Mmm, right, I'm sorry," she said, finally pulling away. "Let's see about your chest now, hmm?" She leaned forward and pushed aside the already open haori, examining the wound. It was nothing another kidou couldn't take care of. She had been telling the truth when she said there had been worse. Hovering her hands over his chest, she began another, slightly stronger kidou, the words flowing softly from her mouth.
Shrugging it off, Zaraki watched her work again, this time on his chest. He felt the warmth of the kidou and slowly felt the faint stinging disappear. Her work was perfect as always, as should be expected of the captain of the healing division. Without thinking, his lips started to move. “Oi, Unohana,” he muttered.
"Hmm?" she answered almost absentmindedly, concentration on the kidou.
Lifting a hand to her face, he tilted her chin up and stared into her eyes. Whatever the hell was going on, he didn’t care, but he was the kind of man to just act on his instincts. With a grin, he said, “thanks,” before leaning forward to press his lips lightly against hers, and this time not because of any curse, but because he damn well felt like it. Her hand, now pressed against his chest, was warm, and he pulled his other hand up to hold it there.
Her concentration shattered and the kidou faded out. She would have pulled away, using the excuse that the healing needed completion, but she couldn't. The kidou had done well enough, the skin beneath her hand scarred, but untorn. Almost hesitantly, she broke away, whispering, "Zaraki-taichou..."
He let his thumb rub over her chin affectionately, watching her, concerned that he might have done something he shouldn’t. Voice low, he asked, “yeah?”
Unohana closed her eyes and shook her head, the slightest smile playing at the edges of her lips. "Nothing," she answered, leaning just a little bit closer as she spoke.
That wasn’t quite the answer he was looking for, but her lips were so tempting. After another light kiss he pulled back a bit and said, “that didn’t sound very convincing. If you ain’t okay with this, just say so.”
The hint of a smile spread into a full one as she reopened her eyes, looking into his. "I'm fine, Zaraki-taichou."
That was enough. For some reason, it felt like the words lifted a burden that he hadn’t even felt before. He glanced out the window for a second, noticing it was dark. It must have taken him longer than it thought to find her place. His eyes drifted back and met hers. “Isane coming home tonight?” he asked in his usual blunt fashion.
Unohana frowned slightly in thought. "No," she said slowly. "I don't think so. I'm not sure where she and Kiyone went, but I don't... No."
“Good.” He reluctantly rose and nodded in the direction of the bathroom. “I need to get cleaned up, you mind if I use your shower?’
She followed suit and stood as well. "Of course not, Zaraki-taichou." She disappeared for a moment, returning with two towels in hand. "Here you are. You know where the bathroom is."
Zaraki took the towels and headed off towards the shower, quickly stepping in and letting the sweat and blood of battle wash off of his skin. And with a smile, he thought that maybe he should have invited her to join him.
Unohana moved off into her bedroom, slipping out of the various layers she wore everyday and into something a little lighter, more loose. She slid between the sheets of her bed and lay down with a small smile curving her lips. She assumed the other captain would take the couch.
After drying off and slipping back into his hakama, he slipped back into the living room, shooting a glance over at the couch and then at Unohana’s bedroom door, noticing it cracked open. He peered inside, and she seemed to be asleep. The bed was much more comfortable for someone of his size than the couch, and Isane wasn’t there to freak out this time, so as stealthily as he could he slipped into the opposite side of the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
She rolled over as she felt his weight settle on the bed. His presence beside her was unexpected, but not unwelcome. She moved closer to him, but not too close, hands reaching out and fingertips just barely grazing his arm. “Zaraki-taichou…” she whispered.
His name, the way she said it just sent a shiver down his spine. Though he had thought she was asleep, he was not disappointed to find her still awake. The last time he had been here he had pulled her on top of him, but this time…he didn’t want to rush things, there was no need to. He’d wait to see what kind of pace she set. “Yeah?” he mumbled in response, still staring at the ceiling.
“Goodnight, Zaraki-taichou,” came the whispered response as Unohana closed her eyes, relaxing in the warmth of the bed and the company.
Rolling over a bit himself, he shifted his arm so his fingers could find hers, holding her hand gently in his, and his other found her hip, resting lightly on top of it. Closing his own eyes, he whispered, “night.”
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Unoahana
4thdiv_healer & Kenpachi nonameswordSummary; Ken needs
Log;
For once, the combat division captain had come from a decent fight. The monsters had gotten stronger it seemed, and though he still had no reason to draw his blade, they had managed to scratch him up quite a bit. To be perfectly honest, he had taken a few of the blows on purpose. Things between him and the healer were awkward, and he didn’t like it. He wasn’t used to it. For some reason he felt he needed an excuse to go over and make sure nothing was wrong. After wandering the city for a good half hour, he found his way back to the apartment he had been staying at, knocking on the door and waiting.
Unohana opened the door slowly, tilting her head back to face the towering captain. Things had indeed been awkward. Several curses had placed them in situations that had been, for some part, uncomfortable, but not completely without merit. But Unohana didn't know what the situation was now. For a woman who was used to being sure and confident, it was discomforting not to have an answer to the question of where things went from there.
She stepped back, allowing him entrance into the apartment. "Come in, Zaraki-taichou."
Alone time. Great. Though he should be happy that they’d have a while to work out the issues they were having, he knew that the two girls would probably freak out to find that he and Unohana had been alone in the apartment. He walked in the door, standing in the middle of the room like a lost dog, not having thought of anything to say the entire way over. Words had never been his forte. Rather than letting things stay silent, he motioned to the few large cuts he had and said, “sorry, they’re getting stronger.”
"There's nothing to apologize for," the healer said, closing the door. She began to fuss around the other captain, circling around him a couple of times to evaluate his injuries. "Do sit, however. If you faint on me I'd rather have you already on the ground than nearly seven feet abouve it."
“I said I wouldn’t,” he stated bluntly, sitting down on the floor. She always fussed about him passing out, even when it was something minor like the scratches he had now. But he kinda liked that about her. That she cared. …Shit, what the hell was he thinking? She was a healer, that was her job. Shrugging it off, he found himself drawn to her circling him, almost interested in the fine detail she paid to each one of his injuries. The curses must really be getting to him, to be interested in something as mundane as that. Normally he’d be counting the seconds until he could leave, but not now.
Unohana knelt before him, sitting close. "I can say that you've brought me worse. You have some minor abrasions on your hands and a rather long gash on your chest. Your hands can be taken care of first, as the other injury isn't very deep." She reached out and took his hands in her own, beginning to murmur the words of a healing kidou.
He continued to watch her in a way that he hadn’t noticed himself doing before. He let her take his hands, feeling their softness and warmth compared to his own, which were cold and hard. With a chuckle, he replied, “heh, well then you can’t say I didn’t try.”
"I really hope you didn't try to get hurt, Zaraki-taichou." She smiled, absentmindedly tracing the scars on his hands as she finished the incantation. Her hands glowed with the kidou, the cuts closing beneath her fingers. "There," she said, indicating with a certain finality that she was done, but not releasing his hands.
That got another chuckle out of him. “Nah, these ones are a bit tougher. I might even have to draw my blade if there’s enough of them at once.” He watched as she finished, feeling a bit weird with her touching his hands so gently. His eyes traced up her arm until he was staring at her face with a confused look on his face. It’s not that he wanted her to let go, but it struck him as fairly weird that she was stopping before finishing the healing.
Unohana held his hands for another moment, lost in thought. "Mmm, right, I'm sorry," she said, finally pulling away. "Let's see about your chest now, hmm?" She leaned forward and pushed aside the already open haori, examining the wound. It was nothing another kidou couldn't take care of. She had been telling the truth when she said there had been worse. Hovering her hands over his chest, she began another, slightly stronger kidou, the words flowing softly from her mouth.
Shrugging it off, Zaraki watched her work again, this time on his chest. He felt the warmth of the kidou and slowly felt the faint stinging disappear. Her work was perfect as always, as should be expected of the captain of the healing division. Without thinking, his lips started to move. “Oi, Unohana,” he muttered.
"Hmm?" she answered almost absentmindedly, concentration on the kidou.
Lifting a hand to her face, he tilted her chin up and stared into her eyes. Whatever the hell was going on, he didn’t care, but he was the kind of man to just act on his instincts. With a grin, he said, “thanks,” before leaning forward to press his lips lightly against hers, and this time not because of any curse, but because he damn well felt like it. Her hand, now pressed against his chest, was warm, and he pulled his other hand up to hold it there.
Her concentration shattered and the kidou faded out. She would have pulled away, using the excuse that the healing needed completion, but she couldn't. The kidou had done well enough, the skin beneath her hand scarred, but untorn. Almost hesitantly, she broke away, whispering, "Zaraki-taichou..."
He let his thumb rub over her chin affectionately, watching her, concerned that he might have done something he shouldn’t. Voice low, he asked, “yeah?”
Unohana closed her eyes and shook her head, the slightest smile playing at the edges of her lips. "Nothing," she answered, leaning just a little bit closer as she spoke.
That wasn’t quite the answer he was looking for, but her lips were so tempting. After another light kiss he pulled back a bit and said, “that didn’t sound very convincing. If you ain’t okay with this, just say so.”
The hint of a smile spread into a full one as she reopened her eyes, looking into his. "I'm fine, Zaraki-taichou."
That was enough. For some reason, it felt like the words lifted a burden that he hadn’t even felt before. He glanced out the window for a second, noticing it was dark. It must have taken him longer than it thought to find her place. His eyes drifted back and met hers. “Isane coming home tonight?” he asked in his usual blunt fashion.
Unohana frowned slightly in thought. "No," she said slowly. "I don't think so. I'm not sure where she and Kiyone went, but I don't... No."
“Good.” He reluctantly rose and nodded in the direction of the bathroom. “I need to get cleaned up, you mind if I use your shower?’
She followed suit and stood as well. "Of course not, Zaraki-taichou." She disappeared for a moment, returning with two towels in hand. "Here you are. You know where the bathroom is."
Zaraki took the towels and headed off towards the shower, quickly stepping in and letting the sweat and blood of battle wash off of his skin. And with a smile, he thought that maybe he should have invited her to join him.
Unohana moved off into her bedroom, slipping out of the various layers she wore everyday and into something a little lighter, more loose. She slid between the sheets of her bed and lay down with a small smile curving her lips. She assumed the other captain would take the couch.
After drying off and slipping back into his hakama, he slipped back into the living room, shooting a glance over at the couch and then at Unohana’s bedroom door, noticing it cracked open. He peered inside, and she seemed to be asleep. The bed was much more comfortable for someone of his size than the couch, and Isane wasn’t there to freak out this time, so as stealthily as he could he slipped into the opposite side of the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
She rolled over as she felt his weight settle on the bed. His presence beside her was unexpected, but not unwelcome. She moved closer to him, but not too close, hands reaching out and fingertips just barely grazing his arm. “Zaraki-taichou…” she whispered.
His name, the way she said it just sent a shiver down his spine. Though he had thought she was asleep, he was not disappointed to find her still awake. The last time he had been here he had pulled her on top of him, but this time…he didn’t want to rush things, there was no need to. He’d wait to see what kind of pace she set. “Yeah?” he mumbled in response, still staring at the ceiling.
“Goodnight, Zaraki-taichou,” came the whispered response as Unohana closed her eyes, relaxing in the warmth of the bed and the company.
Rolling over a bit himself, he shifted his arm so his fingers could find hers, holding her hand gently in his, and his other found her hip, resting lightly on top of it. Closing his own eyes, he whispered, “night.”