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When; Nov. 12, late at night
Rating; NC-17
Characters; Urahara Kisuke (1hatwonder), Shihouin Yoruichi (goddes_of_flash)
Summary; After various curses and the long, forced break between them over, it was time for Urahara and Yoruichi to come to the truth of their relationship.

Log;

The nights had turned cooler, and quite nice, Urahara noted. Since he spent his days doing random errands, checking up on others, and taking care of whatever issues currently going, he found himself each night on the temple roof stargazing. It had been his hobby since coming to the Living World, where he'd sit and smoke his pipe deep in thought.



He hadn't bothered to find a new pipe - it was probably a habit he should stop eventually, so why not now? - but lying back, arms tucked beneath his head, he was quite content. Content enough to even accidentally fall asleep here, and someone, usually Yoruichi, would have to come and get him.



This night, he had a small tray of tea next to him set for two as he was determined not to fall asleep.



Padded feet impacted softly with the smooth tiles, whiskered face leaning down to tap noses with him before she simply climbed into his lap, curling up into a ball of soft black fur.



"That for me, Kisuke? You know I like milk better."



Uncoiling again, she stretched, reaching clawed feet far out in front of her, kneading his chest with her paws, careful not to prick his skin with them. She'd missed this, missed the deliciously comfortable feeling of this form, being able to go where she chose, when she chose. And then the petting was always a plus. Not that she was adverse to it in her normal form either, but somehow... it just wasn't quite the same. Or maybe it was just that "petting", when she was in her normal form, almost always tended to lead to something else when combined with Kisuke. Sitting up, she scratched at the collar around her neck. She hated the thing, it just got in the way. But otherwise, she couldn't carry anything in this form. Stupid clothes with their stupid pockets. It would have been so much easier if she could have just conjured some when she changed. Or even better, just had them somehow combine with HER when she was a cat. Sitting back on her haunches, she leaned forward to lick his bottom lip with rough tongue before curling back up and settling in on his chest.



"You know I like tea..." He should've brought milk, and mentally smacked his forehead. It wasn't like he just met her... "Next time I'll remember."



He chuckled at the touch of her rough tounge, and slipped one of his hands out to pet her soft fur. "It's been a while since you've transformed - do you still remember how?" He couldn't help his teasing tone. "But you're soft just as I remember!"



Starting behind the ears, his fingers moved to her cheek and then under her chin. "Such a cute kitty~" He cooed softly, then stopped. "Why do you wear a collar?" A mirthful smirk graced his face, "Trying something new?"



Sitting back up, she stuck out a paw in his face as though for him to see. "No thumbs, baka."



Scratching at the collar again with a grimace, she frowned at him, resisting the urge to purr at the feel of his hands stroking through soft fur. Scoffing slightly, she shook her head. "And as for forgetting how to, of course I didn't. That should be obvious. But, if you prefer..."



A slight spike of reiatsu and rather than a cat, he was holding an armful of warm, naked Yoruichi, smirking at him. "That better?"



"Mm~ I was enjoying petting such a nice, pretty kitty..." He gave a mock pout, "If I pet you now, you'd call me a pervert."



His hand reached out and ran across the collar, "But this... Really, Yoruichi, you leave nothing to the imagination with your wardrobe!" A cool breeze blew through the trees, carrying some leaves with it, as it hit across the roof. He smirked at her shiver, "You should've stayed a cat! I don't want you getting sick." He sat up, although a bit awkwardly with her on his lap, and pulled off his haori. "Do you want me to get a blanket too~" He pressed his nose to her cheek, "Or would cuddling next to me be scandalous?"



"Well that depends on where you pet, Kisuke."



She was grateful for the haori as the breeze skittered across the roof, pulling the thick dark material around her shoulders with a smirk and a shake of her head. "It is, but you know how I feel about scandal, Kisuke." She leaned in to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. "It just makes things all the more tempting~"



Cuddling up next to him, she drew long legs up under the garment, reaching up with one hand to pull her hair loose from it's tie. He loved it down, she knew that perfectly well. Reaching up to finger the collar, she smirked and pulled the clasp loose, setting it down next to them. "I hate not having pockets in cat form. You should make me some, Kisuke."



"I'm afraid if I did, it'd cramp your style. I don't think you'd like wearing something around your little fuzzy waist." He thought for a moment, "But we'll see what I can do..."



He managed to stand up, "Be right back~" He climbed back down and padded to the kitchen, grabbing the milk from the kitchen and the large blanket from the couch on his way back up.




A clink on the roof alerted his presence back as he hopped back up. "Here you go~ And you say I don't think of you..." He shook the glass bottle with a smile. "Some milk for m'lady~" Wrapping the blanket around her shoulders, he sat back down and poured her a cup of milk and himself some tea. "Here."



Yoruichi took the blanket, pulling it around herself with a nod of thanks, reaching out for the glass of milk and sipping contentedly. Scooting closer to him, she held open one corner of the blanket in a silent invitation for him to join her. "You , cramp my style? Never~"



Waiting for him to crawl into the blanket with her, she shifted to lean up against him, head resting against his shoulder and eyes trained on the heavens. "It's ironic, isn't it? The stars here, the stars at home... they're the same."



"Mm." He sipped at his tea, "It's... strange, yet somewhat relaxing." The lights from the city didn't seem to really disrupt any of the stargazing, as the night seemed crystal-clear and stars all around.



He pulled the blanket around him tighter, and managed to slip an arm around against the small of her back, near her waist. "I still want to leave this place, but this brings me comfort." He took another sip of the tea before setting it back down on the tray. "Mm, Yoru, this reminds me of the good ol' days. Like when we'd treat the kids, and Tessai and I would cook something amazing, then after running around, end the night like this." He pulled off his hat and set it next to him before pulling her against him.



"Mmmmm....yeah."



Cuddling up under his arm, she let fingers trail over the collar sitting abandoned beside them, tracing over the small pouch on the underside. Swallowing against a sudden shot of nervousness, she pushed it down and slipped fingers through his, tightening her grip on his hand with a purr and a kiss to the angle of his jaw.



"I miss those days, you know. But.... when we're like this, they don't seem so far away.."



Moving slowly, so stealthily she hoped he wouldn't notice, she pulled fingers out of the little pocket on the collar, slipping the metal band onto his finger as carefully as she could. Now, if she was lucky, he wouldn't notice it.



Eyes shifted, studying her from the side. "What are you doing, Yoruichi?" He spoke softly against her ear, noticing how her gaze hadn't changed at all.



His hands were a bit cold, and hers were too, but not cold enough to miss the feeling of metal slipping on his finger and past his knuckle. "Is that... a ring?" It had to be, judging by the thickness and the texture. Thoughts rushed through his mind, trying to comprehend the meaning of all this. "Y-Yoru?" She was strangely quiet, and he swore he could see that damned smirk on her face, playing the nonchalant one.



"I..It's not what you think! Not.....that....."



Yoruichi could swear her face had to be as red as the laquer on the tray. Great he'd just HAD to notice hadn't he? Stumbling over her own words, she glanced away, partly to alleviate the feeling of being under the microscope, and partly so he wouldn't see the blush under her dark complexion, evening light to the contrary. She hadn't meant for it to seem like....well, like THAT...



"It's just... just a reminder. Like...like a party favour or something...."



"...Party favor?" He deadpanned at the obvious cover up, and pulled his hand free from the blanket, wrapping around the front of her. It was his intention to get a better look and not have her run off.



There it was, a simple gold ring with some swirls etched in it on his left ring finger. "Yoruichi, care to explain." He didn't want to jump to conclusions because he had been accused of such things too often. He tried to glance at her face, but could only make out the pale flush shown by the moonlight.



"I said it wasn't that!"



Her words rang so quick, so defensively that it almost made it seem as though yes, yes it was "that", and she was trying so very hard to convince one of them -- either him or herself, it didn't much matter -- that it wasn't so. And why was she suddenly so nervous anyway? It wasn't like she was doing anything strange, just.... well, what was she doing anyway?



"It's just....just a reminder....that's all....." God, why was it so damned hard to just SAY that? It made no sense to her, really. They were simple words, and it was just Kisuke. Maybe... maybe it was because even though the words were simple, what she was offering behind them was decidedly NOT. While it certainly wasn't what most people offered when they gave a ring to their partner, it still... well, as far as things with her went, it might as well have been the same thing. Commitment, a promise of some sort. Even if it wasn't the sort that went hand in hand with white dresses and bells and flowers.



Swallowing, she glanced away for a moment. "If you don't want it, it's fine I'll take it back."



"How could I reject it? When... there's so much meaning behind it?" It had been a week or more since their whole argument and coming to terms about things he still felt like he was treading on water.



Hands wrapped around her waist as he buried his face in the crook of her neck and shoulder. "What are you telling me with this? You seem to be fleeting in your answer - stumbling on words. It isn't like you." He placed a soft kiss, "You put alot of time, dedication, and thought into this, so there must be a correct answer."



Closing her eyes, she shuddered slightly at the feel of his lips pressing against her neck and just nodded. Of course there was a "correct answer" to it, she just... didn't know how to put it into words. "I....." Swallowing, she focused all her attention on the feel of his arms around her, his warmth seeping through her skin, blocking out the nervous fluttering in her stomach that always arose whenever anything remotely resembling commitment or "settling down" came up. Because... she didn't really know if those sorts of things were something she'd ever really be able to do. And yet...if she were ever to try, ever to give it a chance... she really couldn't conceive of doing that with anyone other than him.



Except to actually SAY that sounded unbelievably corny to her.



"It's just... a reminder, Kisuke. Just....that I'm here. That I'm.....yours. That.... if things were ever...different, and I.......well, it would only be for you.."



She really hoped that made more sense to him than it seemed to make to her. Because frankly, she thought it made rather poor sense herself.




Laughter bubbled and grew until he couldn't hold it in anymore and busted out laughing, "Yoruichi!" It was definately the wrong time to be doing this, but he couldn't help himself. "You should hear yourself!"



He knew she was growing stubborn and quite frusterated with him, and he could feel her shifting and trying to pull away to dart off. "Wait, wait!" His laughter finally faded as he gripped her hand, keeping her still, "You make this so difficult, you know that?" He kissed her cheek, "I knew what you meant, I just had to make sure..." His eyes met hers as his good-natured features softened, "But I want you to tell me without stumbling over your words and getting so hot under the collar."



With a growl, her fist connected with his chest as she huffed and turned away. "You asshole, if you knew then why make me say it again? You KNOW I'm not good with this sort of thing, Kisuke."



Sighing, gold eyes flickered back to his as she swallowed hard. The idiot. He knew if he asked like that, there wasn't much she could refuse him. Completely unfair, really. Swallowing again, tongue moistening suddenly-dry lips, she glanced away again. It was easier to say things like this when she wasn't looking at him, for some reason.



"It's just....a reminder that I'm here, Kisuke. That I'm not going anywhere. And that.... if I ever did decide to settle down, I mean really settle down. Stop roaming, stop with the wandering.... I'd only ever do it for you....."



Rubbing his chest where her fist connected, he watched her intently, "You...really mean that." It was just a thought expressed outloud, and he sat there looking at her with an indescribable expression. It made him beyond any possible description, the swelling of his heart at her words. Of course, it'd probably still be many, many years until this settling down occured, but... "Thank you." He pressed his forehead against her cheek.



His hands searched until they found hers, and he placed his ontop of hers, "And you? Something matching?" He could see it now, everyone finally noticing such an item on his hand. It was silly, really. The significance everyone placed on a simple ring, how he recalled how excited Isshin was over it. It made so much more sense now.



She nodded, face reddening again. She hadn't missed the fact that the box came with two rings in it, though at first she had missed the significance of the smaller band. "There's... another one...if you want..." Pulling fingers from his, she handed him the small collar with it's little pouch on the back. She'd put his on his hand, it just seemed somehow... fitting that he do the same for her.



For once, she really didn't mind being "claimed" this way. It wasn't as though she didn't already feel his, now this was just... a more obvious way of saying so.



He looked at the collar, and pulled out the small matching ring. "Usually people pick these out together, but you did a good job~" After inspecting it, he took her hand and slid it on, past her knuckle to where it matched his in placement. "I just hope... we're not seperated when we're finally able to go back." He smiled at her and pushed some of her hair behind her ear.



"We won't be. You said I vanished in your world, before you came here. That....that means that we come from the same world. Otherwise.. it would have been the way it is for some other people. Seeing a friend one moment, then finding themselves here, that same friend declaring it's been months since they saw each other."



Closing her eyes, she purred softly at the feel of his fingers tucking loosened hair behind her ears before golden eyes slitted open again and she leaned forward to claim his mouth with her own in a heated kiss. Pulling back a moment to whisper in his ear, she twined fingers into his. "Besides... we're not separated right now.... but I think we could get closer..."



Groaning in disappointment when she pulled away, he looked at her through half lidded eyes, "Closer? I dunno~ I think we're sitting pretty close... I mean, I AM touching you, and you just kissed me." Always teasing, always flirting, he didn't know anything better to agitate her, "What..." he kissed her, "do you", a slightly more lingering kiss, "have in mind?" He moved in, but pulled back right at the end.



Two could play at this game, she figured with a grin. "Mmmm.....something.." A soft kiss to the angle of his jaw. "..involving..." A drag of her tongue down the side of his throat, "significantly less", a nip at his collarbone before her mouth moved back up to his ear, "clothing on your part." While she kept his attention, long fingers hooked themselves into the ties on his pants, tugging them loose so she could slip a finger or two inside with a grin. If she didn't already have his attention, now she definitely would.



Her fingers were getting dangerously close, and he couldn't help his breath hitching in his throat. "Such a demanding kitty~" His hand caught hers, "Taking advantage of poor me?" Her cool hand on his low abdomen caused a shiver to shoot up his spine.



His lips moved to meet hers, as he shifted to allow her to move into his lap, blanket spilling around them. "Don't let my haori... fly off the roof, or else... tomorrow will be a scavenger hunt." Hands cupping her cheek, he brought his lips crashing against hers, moving in a slow motion, deepening it with a press of tongue.



"Can't...take advantage of...the willing, Kisuke."



Parting lips and sucking his tongue into her mouth to meet it with her own, she let fingernails trace meaningless patterns on the skin of his belly before she grinned against his mouth and slipped them down, running fingers over taught skin with a low rumble of laughter. If she hadn't won the "game" already, the victory was hers once she got her hands into those pants.



As for the haori... well, she'd stuck her arms through the sleeves at some point, so it wasn't really going anywhere. Curling fingers to scratch nails so very gently against skin, she scooted foreward, straddling his lap and deepening the kiss even further.



Blood was quickly diverting southwards in him, as he slightly shifted with a small groan. Claiming her mouth, his tongue mets hers, fighting for dominance and... damnit, she always knew how to get him hot and bothered. He finally broke away from kiss, trailing feather light kisses across her jaw, trying to keep track of her hands and keeping a level head.



"You... deemed me willing... by force. How.. cruel!" Closer, he wanted her closer, wanted to loose himself in her delicate touch. His teeth lightly tugged at her earlobe, teasing slightly, but not nearly as she was for him.



"Mmmm...should I....stop~?"



Her hand stilled, though it didn't move from it's current position, fingers ceasing their slow tracing motion as her other hand climbed it's way to his shoulder, head leaning back and to the side at the feel of his teeth on her earlobe, that slight note of teasing that always coloured most of their interactions.



Of course she wasn't actually going to stop. Besides the fact that she knew very well that he didn't want her to, she needed him too much right now. It seemed like so much longer than a week, since the fight, since working things out. Despite numerous opportunities, every time they'd tried to have a moment like this, things just... hadnt worked. And now that it seemed to be working again, she wasn't about to let go of it.



"Never stop..." He snaked a hand under his haori, and moved up her spine, feeling the arch in her back.



Lips ghosted back down the side of her face to her neck. Slowly, he pressed his lips there, biting lightly before moving down and meeting her collarbone. Again, another shiver hit him as her other hand touched the bare skin of his shoulder, moving underneath the green kosode.



So long... it had been so long and he had ached for her touch. In reality, it was perhaps only a few weeks time, but being separated and the tension that was between them, even the barely-there-ness of it after their argument... It felt like eternity.



Slipping her hand back out of his pants, she let it slide up his chest to his other shoulder, pushing the olive-toned material off of his shoulders, following it's path with her lips in a trail of soft butterfly kisses against his skin, hips shifting forward against his with a low moan.



"Right....here...Kisuke~? How scandalous...."



His lips against her skin were like a brand, lighting searing fire to every nerve the same way it seemed they always did, the way his fingers and his skin set hers aflame every time he touched her. It really didn't matter how long it had been, Kisuke always managed to have the same effect on her.



His hips softly bucked into her, as he allowed her hands to roam across his skin, around his shoulders, pushing the material lower. "Very scandalous... We're running out of.... such places to make... scandal." One hand was stablizing himself, while the other roamed her back, admiring the smoothness, moving higher just between her shoulderblades as he brought her down a bit. His face was just above her ample bust as he continued to trail lazy kisses, exposing her to the night's cool air as the haori began to slip down her slender shoulders.



"Who would've thought... stargazing would be so fun."



"Uh...huh...."



Swallowing, she simply nodded, breath catching in her throat as his hips rolled against hers, a keening little whimper managing to make it's way from her throat. She wanted him. Needed him. Leaning her head back further, she felt her skin prickle and a shiver run down her spine, both from the chill in the air and the feel of lips pressing soft kisses to her skin.



Hands gliding down his chest, she again went to work on the front of his pants, though this time she was intent more on simply getting them out of the way, not slipping her hand into them. With a murmur of his name, she felt the other hand tighten on his shoulder, nails digging slightly into his skin with a moan as his lips continued their lazy path across her skin.



The kisses continued as he managed to have her lean slightly forward, enough to have his tongue circle a nipple before taking it into his mouth. He liked the sound of her breath catching, where she teetered on the edge determined not to express her pleasure so vocally.



His skin was pale, almost reflecting the moon's light across his exposed chest, where his kosode had slipped and gave her full view of toned muscles all the way down to the top of his now loosened pants. He loved it when she'd move slow and trail downwards, tracing all the lines as she was doing currently. Although fingers were still tugging at the ties of his pants, he wasn't willing to give up so easily; which he hoped distracting her would work.



With a slight pop sound, he moved his mouth to the other breast, nipping at the flesh just at the top; his own breath hitching again both at the tug of his dirty blonde hair and the top of his pants from her diligent fingers.



Biting back a whimper, she let her head lean back, teeth catching her bottom lip against a soft moan at the feel of his tongue sliding over skin already made sensitive from the chill in the air. Her fingers stilled for just a moment in his hair before tightening again around blonde strands as the other hand trailed it's way back up his chest, gliding over toned muscle and smooth skin to join it's partner at the nape of his neck, fingers curling against his hair as she simply held his head in place and enjoyed.



Normally she would be fighting him for dominance, refusing to just sit still and savor the moment, every touch and kiss and caress that hands or lips left on her skin. She liked to be in control as much as he did, which was likely why everything between them always seemed to somewhat BE a contest for dominance, regardless of what it really was they were "competing" over.



He was just trying to distract her, tease her into a frenzy the way he always did, but it just seemed as though it had been so long since he'd touched her this way that it was hard to muster up the willpower to fight back, to actually put up any resistance -- regardless of how fun that always was -- instead of just giving in. Although.... that didn't mean she was just going to sit back and let him have all the fun.



"Mmmm...Kisuke...."



With a soft murmer of his name, she tugged a bit harder on his hair, pulling his head -- albeit reluctantly -- away from her breasts and angling it up to claim his mouth with hers, hips shifting closer to his with a gentle yet insistent roll.



It felt like Soul Society with the moon's shine upon them. It reminded him of their late night meetings to discuss various things occuring within the squads or the latest rumors going about. The moments where he'd excuse himself from a small meeting with his researching crew if he happened to catch her flashsteping past his window. To sneak out with a small bottle of milk and a couple glasses, out to a small clearing nearby his captain's quarters.



Lips molded to hers, slowing the kiss down. "It feels like... old times." He muttered before breaking away to see the light reflected in her eyes. He leaned back on one elbow, tracing his free hand across her jaw and along her bottom lip. "Remember how we'd sneak off to train late at night?" It felt symbolic in some form, and he couldn't help to wonder what it would still be like to be a captain back in Soul Society.



But he erased that thought as her hand touched his, bringing his gaze back to her again as he traced the pad of his thumb across her lower lip before softly slipping it in her mouth. Shifting his position, he moved his weight back on his elbow, eyes closing to feel the sensation of her diligent tongue and the still rocking motion of her hips against his.



Yoruichi couldn't help the soft chuckle as she nodded slightly, lips closing around the tip of his thumb and sucking gently, running tongue across the ridges of skin on the digit. It was ironic, at times, how similar their minds worked. How they could both be thinking exactly the same thing, at exactly the same time, without either one of them having mentioned it to the other.



"Of course I do, Kisuke. Though I remember a significantly lesser amount of actual training that we did under the stars. Well... at least when compared to other pastimes to pass the time and distract you from your paperwork and meetings."



Curling the fingers on her other hand through his, she took the moment to just watch his face, watch the way lids slid shut over blue-gray eyes as he just relaxed and lost himself in the simple pleasure of her touch. She loved to see him like this, not because of any sort of sexual connotation, but because it was when they were like this that Kisuke always seemed to be the happiest. When they were this close, and it was just the two of them.



They could be wrapped up in a passionate moment like tonight, curled up in front of the fire swapping stories, or just sitting across from each other at the table having lunch, it didn't seem to matter as long as the closeness was there. Which was perhaps why some of the most memorable moments she could call to mind were of him laying sprawled on the floor or the porch, chin propped up on his hands, bumping noses with her feline form.



Letting her other hand slide down out of his hair, she traced it back down his chest and stomach, nudging fabric out of the way to splay her hand across his stomach for a moment before fingertips hooked themselves back into the ties on his pants.



His breath caught in his throat, as her fingers slowly traced downwards, igniting sensations. "Y-Yoru...ichi..." Her name slipped past his lips, as his head leaned back, lips parted as his tongue darted to moisten them.



Stablizing himself more, he brought his other arm back, placing his weight on both elbows. Legs spread across more, his eyes watched her under heavy lids, curiously watching fingers untie the strings.



Pulling lips from his finger, she kissed her way along his hand and arm to his shoulder, lips trailing softly across skin to follow the path her fingers had taken with a slight chuckle. "Why Kisuke~ What's so fascinating, hm?~ You're watching like you've never seen me untie these before."



As much as she might be teasing him, there was some sort of little thrill out of having him just sit back and watch, those intense eyes dissecting every move she made. Making short work of the ties, she ran one fingernail along the skin just above the waist, golden eyes watching his as she took her time, making sure to stay just shy of anything too sensitive.



"Your expression... is what's so facinating. Your determination shows through your eyes.... the love radiating from your body," He smiled, "it's ob-vious."



Almost touching, just ghosting across his skin, she was dragging her finger pads so softly it was between tickling and teasing. It was taking a good portion of his willpower to not push her hand down further, to touch him where it ached. But in good, due time that will be resolved and he just had to deal with the delicious torture.



Strong, independant, brave... her features excreted those characteristics from her - and even though everyone saw it as much as him, only he had really got to see the weaker side, the softer side, the truly womanly part of her. He got the best of both worlds, and it was always an adventure which one would come out. But her long hair out, fluttering past her shoulders and the soft skin and delicate hands... He groaned at her dangerous coyness.



"It would be... to you, at least."



Which was true, really. He knew her so well, so much better than anyone else. Even when she was trying to hide things, cover her emotions with the layers of grit and strength that everyone knew her so well for, Kisuke could still see right through them. Dragging her tongue along his skin, following the trail her fingertips had traveled, she traced tongue over the lines of his abs, long hair brushing against his skin as one finger dipped an inch or two lower, so agonizingly close as she smiled.



"Mmmm....what was that, Kisuke~? I could have sworn I heard a noise..."



"...Maybe..."



Her hair falling past her shoulders tickled his sides, sending a shiver up his spine. He gritted his teeth, trying to remain in control, reminding himself that in due time, she'd reach where he wanted it most.



"Just have to... encourage you... y'know? Moving so slow~" It was his attempt to be insulting to try and push her further along, further down, but the tongue was nice too... and the barely-there touch to his sensitive sides.



"Oh I didn't think I needed any en~cour~age~ment~, Kisuke..."



The one finger tugged incessently at the top of the pants, inching the front of them lower and lower, the tip of her tongue following them in a line down his abdomen, pressing lips to skin with a vibrating purr, other hand reaching back behind him to press palm against the rooftop for support.



She knew he was trying to get to her, to goad her into moving faster, into letting her own impatience get the better of her. It was a trick he had perfected over the years, and one that he used with a frustrating degree of success in most cases. But not this time. No, this time she was determined that the voice which was begging in that breathless, strained tone would be his, not hers.



He took a sharp intake of breath, "Sometimes... you... do." Again, he licked his lips, trying to stay levelheaded. He knew she was trying to turn the tables, to make him beg for it... and if he had to, he was willing, because the throbbing ache was growinging unbearable. "Not trying to insult you, my dear~"



"No insult taken, Kisuke~."



Nipping gently at his skin, she smirked and inched lips and fingertips a bit lower, slowing her pace even more, if that were possible. So.. so.. close, so close in fact that he could probably feel the soft touch of her breath against heated skin as one fingertip hooked it's way into the top edge of the pants, pulling down even more.



Pausing for what she knew, to him, was likely an agonizingly-long time, she couldn't help the grin that curved her lips as the tip of her tongue ghosted out, brushing just barely against him for a fraction of a second before she let her mouth trail back up his stomach, away from where he obviously most wanted it.



He groaned not in pleasure, but more out of frusteration than anything else. "All those things.... of love I said to you. I take them back. You're a cruel, sadistic woman, and... there are no excuses - leaving a poor man in obvious agony. It's wrong..."



Moving to lie flat on his back, he moved his hands to hers, trying to push them down.



"Well then...perhaps you should say please~, Kisuke...."



Tugging pants even further out of the way, she let her breath ghost over his skin, trailing kisses down the line of muscle to his hip, carefully making sure to avoid exactly where he wanted her to go. Well, except for her hair, it was hard to keep those silky strands from draping their way over her skin and his. It was why she only ever wore it down for him, after all. He was the reason she'd grown it long, though she always told him it was just because she wanted a change from all those years of the short crop.



Wanting to push him just a little further, hear his breath catch just a little more, she kissed her way back up, ending with one long, deliberate lick before her lips replaced themselves against his stomach.



"Ah..." His hips bucked, desperately trying to find that delicate touch.



A hand reached down, cupping her cheek before touching her chin and lightly pulling her up to meet his lips. It was a soft kiss, just his brushing against hers before gradually deepening it. One hand entangled fingers in her hair, holding her close as the other took her hand and with his just barely on top, trailed it down the middle of his chest, downwards. "Please..." He softly whispered against her lips. "Touch me..."



Blue-grey eyes were barely shut as her directed hand slid past the bottom of his rib cage, down his abdomen, and paused just at the top of his hip. The ties were undone, and the pants were barely sitting on his hips, nearly exposing him to the outside. "Closer..."



Well she couldn't go and refuse such a nice request like that, after all. Smiling slightly, she tilted her head, tongue brushing past his lips to deepen the kiss as she let him slide her hand down, waiting at his pause just long enough to pull back and smile at him before leaning back into the kiss and letting her hand finish it's journey towards it's goal, pushing green fabric out of the way.



Closer. She could do that, was more than willing to do so, if the easy way fingertips slid over sensitive skin was any indication, tracing nails against him with the same delicate half-touch she'd used on the muscles of his chest and stomach, other hand bracing herself against the roof on an elbow. It wasn't often that she got to have Kisuke at her mercy like this, begging for her touch, offering himself up to her with his own touch so gentle and soft against her skin. Things weren't usually that slow and deliberate. But ironically, it was the times that they were that made it easy to see how she'd fallen in love with him all those years ago, why she was still in love with him after so much.



Breaking away from her, he gave a sharp hiss as her chilled fingers touched so softly and carefully. His back arched, desperately trying to feel more, to encourage her.



There was always something about her that kept him wanting more - either something simply as seeking out her touch or his enquiring mind to know what she was thinking. They knew everything about each other, there were no secrets and it was extremely difficult to keep any between them. "You like.... to tease me." It was a strained whisper before he pulled her back into a kiss, rocking his hips to her hand.



"Of course. And you know you love it, too. Isn't that right, Ki~su~ke~?"



She drug his name out, enunciating syllables, knowing how much he loved to hear that one simple word drop from her lips. Pressing slightly harder with her fingers, curling them around with a gentle squeeze, she kissed him back, loving the way his breath caught in his throat, the way she could feel him tremble under her touch.



"Mmmmm~ I think you want~ something, Kisuke~. You should tell me what it is~.."



His breaths had become soft pants, "Something..." He was trying to think clearly, which made moments like in the slightest bit frusterating in the sense she could always break him down to be so vulnerable. "Don't stop... touching..." Looking back, he'd probably give himself a huge mental slap for being so illogical.



Fingertips played idle circles across her jawline before slipping down to her shoulders as a shiver shot up through his spine at the simplest whisper of his name. It was deliciously intoxicating and it never grew old.



"Are you sure~?"



Pulling mouth from his, she traced an invisible line of butterfly kisses down his jaw, drifting over collarbone to drag her tongue against his skin, tracing the muscles of his chest like she had before.



"Or doesn't this...."



Leaning down even further, she pulled her hand away with a last ghosting of fingertips against skin, before replacing them with rough warm tongue. "...feel even better? Ne, Kisuke~?"



"Y-Yoruichi..." He moaned her name before closing his eyes to the new sensation. Mentally, he was barely coherent with such thoughts of, "don't rock my hips..." and various curse words as he again arched his back slightly.



It was so difficult having the warm sensation covering his tip, and that tongue...



"'Yoruichi~' what, Kisuke? You'll have to be more specific than that~"



Curling tongue around the tip, she slid it down in a long, deliberate lick, eyes still locked on his. She had no problems at all with keeping up the slow, sweet torture, but what she was really waiting for was for him to break, to finally crumble and beg for what would satisfy the both of them. Swirling the tip of her tongue over heated skin, she pressed lips against him, purring slightly, knowing full well what the slight vibration humming through her mouth would do.



"Come on~ I know you're better with words than this~..."



He nodded and swallowed, even though his throat was already slightly dry. "I want..." He thought he knew until she purred, causing a moan from him. "This.. and more... and you." He knew he'd never hear the end of this at a later time, when she'd sneak a teasing whisper of a reminder of how she broke him down to two word sentences.




Concentration was out the door, so to speak, with a slight rock to his hips as her hands and mouth tortured him and drove senses in overdrive. His fingertips were white as he gripped the roof near his hips, trying to bring him back to his senses.



Letting her chuckle vibrate through her mouth, she couldn't help the smirk the curved her lips for a moment before she let her mouth slide down over him, tongue tracing meaningless patterns against his skin, fluttering with the vibrations of the purring she always seemed to emit when she was content.



Of course, she could purr at will, but whether Kisuke realized that she normally only did in times like these.... well, she'd think on that later. Right now, the only real thing in her mind was the frankly intoxicating sense of having him completely at her mercy, of knowing he was poised so near the breaking point, so ready to finally just give in and beg for what he wanted.



A couple more strokes of her tongue made him entwine fingers in her hair. "S..stop." His body screamed out in protest when her pace slowed down to a halt and pulled away.



Eyes met golden ones as he finally found a moment, in a husky low tone, to order her to kiss him. He didn't want her to stop, but it was her that he really wanted. As lips met, his hands glided to the small of her back, yet one hand traveled further to her sensitive core. A smile pressed against her lips, taking a note of how her back arched into his hand at the soft touch.



Taking orders had never been her style -- too many years spent giving them, perhaps -- but when it was an order like that... Well, that was something that was negotiable. Parting his lips with her tongue, she bit back the shudder as his hand brushed against moist skin, swallowing the low moan and reminding herself that this time she was the one in control.



Seeing as how her mouth was now otherwise occupied, she simply let fingers trail their way back down to their prior position, nails scraping gently against taut skin, the pad of one fingertip tracing contours and lines that she knew as well as she knew the features on his face. "Mmmm.... if you want me stop.... does that mean there's something else~ you want, Kisuke~?"



Lust-filled eyes traveled her body, "I think you want something... rather badly as well..."



Her being in control was enough to send a shiver up his spine, how dominate she could be. He knew what she was like even before such endeavors, watching her train her teams - the way she always demanded to be in charge and reminding everyone that, reguardless of how subtle or not-so-subtle she could be.



Fingers hovered just above her entrance, enjoying the faint display of desire across her features. "Just how badly..." He trailed a line of kisses to her jaw, "do you want me...?"



Stubbornly ignoring the urge to just give in and ease that burning, knawing ache, she shifted slightly to roll her hips against his, lips brushing against the shell of his ear in a whisper.



"Why don't you find out~ Kisuke~~?"



He was trying to turn the tables again, the same way he always did, the arrogant prick. Brushing lips down from his ear, she bit down on his shoulder as she again ground her hips against him, teasing with a touch just shy of what she knew he really wanted. "All you have to do~ is~ ask~"



"Ask..." He echoed her words, swallowing hard in concentration. Usually it was him who whispered such things, teasing and drawing things out longer than they have to. He loved to see her squirm and beg, and it seemed that she enjoyed such a game as well. "I don't think...I have to ask..." He rolled his hips in time with hers.



"Oh...I think you do~"



She certainly weighed less than he did, but at the moment she had the advantage of being on top. Which made it near child's play to press down with her hips, intensifying that lovely heat that seemed nearly unbearable, but also serving to effectively keep him from moving. And caused a surcease of the wonderful sensation of his hips rocking against hers.



Not that she particularly wanted a break from that -- quite the contrary in fact -- but she could put up with it if only to maneuver him into a position to be metaphorically eating out of her hand. Pursing her lips into a sultry pout, she pulled back to lock her gaze with his. "Or don't you want~ me?~"



Shortened, hot breaths panted across her shoulder. "I...very much...want you." He ran a hand through her hair, fingers entangling in the dark strands as he pushed pieces back behind an ear to see her face clearer. He secretly fell in love with her determination and control even before he recognized such feelings for her, the way she could keep calm and think in tight situations. It was how they worked so well together.



The hand that was at the apex of her legs, trailed lazy circles along her hips, kneeding the skin there, trying to pull her more flush to him. Faster... more friction... he wanted more. "Let me...have you..." He whispered against her skin.



A smirk, and then her mouth was on his, hips shifting and lowering again to allow him to slip inside, hands finding their way up into his hair. "Mmmm.... since you asked so nicely~"



His pride was one of the things she'd always loved about him, the stubbornness that most people didn't even see lurking beneath the jovial and easygoing demeanor he showed the world. It was the same sort of determination she herself possessed, which was why he could always manage to match her where others fell short.



But regardless of much she may have admired that pride, she drew almost as much amusement from being able to humble it, break it down and crumble him like this, only to build him back up with her response to his touch, the way he could play her body like a well-learned instrument. Which was why she did it in the first place. A lesser man might not have understood. But she knew Kisuke did.



Letting a low hiss break past her lips, she deepened the kiss, tugging on blond strands as she set an easy rhythem, hips rocking against his.



Her name escaped with a groan at the new warm, moist sensation enveloping him. His hands quickly moved to her upper thighs, cupping her to him as they set a pace. The movements were easy, as she set the slow, steady rhythm, allowing long and deepening strokes pushing against tight walls. It never grew old between them, and in his eyes, he couldn't even fathom the idea of ever growing bored or disappointed.



"A little... faster..." He tried to instruct her, to goad her to follow him, which he doubt she would. They both could be so stubborn, which made things stay so interesting. It was always a game of who could agitate whom and who would break down first. There had even been times where they both had been so thick-headed and walk away in such a situation, but that was growing harder and harder for him to do.



"You didn't say please~.."



Rather then speeding up, like he'd asked, instead she slowed down, gritting teeth as the pace crawled nearly to a halt, determined to keep her control. As stubborn and bull-headed as he could be, she was just as much so. There'd been one or two occassions where they'd gotten into this sort of situation, only to butt heads when neither would give, neither would submit, and ended up stalking off on their own. Except... those sorts of instances seemed to always end with one or the other deciding they wanted it, and wanted it now.



Just like the last time. Whether she'd pounced on him, or he'd flung her down, she didn't really remember, suffice to say they both left quite satisfied and the table how had a permanent list to one side. But as fun as the spontaneity of sudden passion was, the waiting and the frustration between little "spats" and the eventual reward was seeming less and less like a good thing.



"I... shouldn't have to..." He groaned disapprovingly at the slowing down. He could be selfish at times, and she didn't hesitate to point it out. When she came to a halt, his grip tightened and tried to hold back all the cursing running through his head. "How can you... stop!?" He whispered harshly and strained against her increasingly sweat-slickened skin.



His nerves were screaming out, aching for release, and she went off and stopped, and what made it more frusterating was the wicked grin across her face. He rolled his hips, using his strength and weight to try and bring back the pace.



Gritting teeth despite her smirk, she fought back, trying to offset his motions with her own and keep everything stilled, like a coiled spring winding tighter and tighter. He had a point, though. She could barely manage to hold off her own desire enough to keep every muscle in her body from trembling uncontrollably, nails digging spasmodically into his shoulders, forehead resting against his shoulder as she panted between gritted teeth.



"Not....as easy as.....might think...but....not until....say please..."



"Now... faster... please...Yoruichi." He hated reaching the breaking point, where his whole body screamed its demand, pushing him to the most basic of humans needs and desire. Emotions were there, but the need for release was more intense; the build up was delicious, but reaching the climax was even more so.



She was so tight, warm, slick... and he managed to thrust in harder, trying to find a faster pace to drive her over the edge with him. "I see you're enjoying this... so damn much..." Skin was flushed with skin, breathing came in pants, fingers reaching out and trying to touch anything and everything.



"H..how....could I...not...ng...." It was too much, too much to keep holding back and trying to slow things down to that agonizing pace, and she wound fingers tighter into his hair, throwing her head back with a low moan as hips ground down against his, meeting his thrusts halfway, pushing him further into her. Trembling as his hands slid over slicked skin, she gasped for breath, panting as she pulled herself against him to bite down on his shoulder with a growl.



She'd already won, already broken him down and established her control, now all she could do was ride it out, lose herself in what she'd unleashed, teeth digging into his shoulder as her nails dug into his back with a moan of his name, needing the release as badly as he did.



A steady rhythm was his aim - to counterbalance both their motions, but it was growing increasingly difficult, as his thrusts were becoming increasingly more erratic. He shifted his position slightly, in hopes to hit that delicate spot within her that would quickly push her over the edge just as quickly as he was nearing it.



He moaned near her ear, encouraging her and speaking of chaste praises, as she left bruises across his pale skin - it was a wonder how no one had really commented about them, but they really didn't have to ask what it was from. With a gentle graze of fingers, he kissed her neck and lightly bit down.



Throwing her head back, gasping out his name, she shuddered at the feel of lips and teeth against her skin, moving hips against his faster and harder, crying out loudly as the shift finally pushed him up against that one magical spot, nails biting deep into his shoulder as the world exploded behind her eyes, sending her crashing over the edge with no warning at all, muscles spasming uncontrollably around him as her vision went white, blood rushing through her ears as the pleasure crashed through her.



"Ng....god....K...Kisuke!"



Her legs has tightened around him during her climax, and within a couple more thrusts, he followed her - muscles spasming violently, a rush of semen, his vision going blank - his mouth bit down at the crook of her neck and shoulder as a low drawn-out groan was muffled against her skin.



His hands found hers, locking fingers with hers as he fought to catch his breath while small aftershocks of ecstacy still shot through his nerves. The small rings clinked as their fingers interlocked, wit his gaze meeting hers. Words didn't need to be spoken, since actions were louder, but it was nothing but praise, pleasure, and love.



Yoruichi tightened fingers around his, panting and searching for breath, little shudders of sensation still creeping down her limbs where the still looped around him, muscles twitching every so often as they tried to make sense of the sudden jumble of overloaded impulses that were creeping back into her nerves.



Leaning forward, she bumped her forehead against his in an affectionate gesture before nuzzling cat-like up under his chin, pressing lips softly to his throat. "H...how....does this.....get better....every...time.....Kisuke?"



He chuckled softly, before arms wrapped around her in a loose embrace, "Because...you can't....resist me. Admit it~" With a push of hands, he sat up, holding her to his lap, before returning the gesture of lips tracing down her jawline and stopping at her collarbones. "And... the exotic locations..."



It had been hundreds of years before he could think of the last time they did it on a rooftop, and that was because he was trying to avoid any paperwork for a experiment that turned out a little disasterous and he was forced to take full responsibilty. Keeping her quiet during that evening and not exposing his location was truly an adventure.



She scoffed, leaning her head back for his lips to trace their way against her skin. "You first. And yes, I have to say I adore your penchant for the sudden and unexpected. Or have you forgotten that one time we had to duck into the closet because Byakuya came looking for you at the worst time possible?"



They'd certainly had many such "adventures". Whether in the closet in the meetinghall when he was supposed to be IN the meeting, behind that one rack in the 12th division's training room where she had to clap a hand over his mouth when the new recruits came in unexpectedly to practice, it didn't matter. They always seemed to end up in a situation where things were.... not quite typical.



With a mirthful glint in his eyes, he pulled back and touched his nose to hers, "And you say I lack creativity~" Tenderly, he ran his tongue along her kiss-swollen bottom lip, before tangling a hand in her hair, pulling her into a kiss. Just before it could really deepen, he broke it off, and with a sudden swing forward, grasped his haori that was just about to fly off the roof of the Temple.



"Just...in time~" He slung it over her shoulders and at the same time, pulled his own pants on. "I told you to make sure it wouldn't fly off..." He gave a dramatic shake to his head with a small "tsk-tsk" sound.



"And it was fine, until you pulled it off of me~"



Glancing around, eyes landed on the familiar green and white striped bucket of his hat. Plucking it off of the tiles, she dropped it on her own head, long hair spilling over her shoulders as she stretched, sticking tongue out at him teasingly. "Are you ever going to replace this ratty old thing?"



"It's a packaged deal, my dear~ Besides, it seems you like it just as much~" He picked up his now-cold tea and took a sip from it, eyes watching her. "Bringing attention to something only points out how much you like~ it~."



"Che. "Like" is a bit strong of a word for that thing, don't you think? Besides...." Taking a sip of her milk, she purred contentedly, tossing one long lock of dark purple hair over her shoulder. "...I've gotten so used to the thing I don't know that I'd recognize you without it~"



"Nope~ I doubt anyone would~" He finished the glass off and carefully set down the cup on the tray. Glancing around, he found his kosode and slipped it on before wrapping the blanket around them both. "But it's a very becoming look on you~" He allowed her to finish her drink before pulling her into an embrace.



It didn't take very long for sleep to overcome them both as they lied silently together, listening to the night's activities going on without them below.