Letting go

[aisu_hawk]

Renji slides Minabi's door open only enough to fit his head through. He smiles - playful - and whispers. "Psst... you awake?"

He knows damn well that she just got back from a mission, and she's probably getting ready for bed, in the dark. He also knows that her mission was a breeze and she's not tired, and most likely in a good mood.

Minabi's soft

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[aka_butterfly]

She doesn't like it. She never has - getting angry, frustrated - feral even. Waking up the part in her that sleeps - deep, so deep inside of her, so quiet and cold and angry - the spark of fire that ignites and makes her want to respond to his heat

[aisu_hawk]

Renji doesn't understand the feeling that sits inside of him. He doesn't know where it comes from, but he's learned not to care.

The anger that rests deep, mixes with the passion that has apparently been inside, waiting. He had felt it sometimes, but hadn't really known what it was. Minabi has given him a reason to let it go, learn about it, learn to control it.

"Why?" He asks, not quite as deep, fighting the growl that's sitting in his chest. Sometimes he doesn't even realize that he's doing it. It just rumbles out of from his throat.

[aka_butterfly]

"I don't know how." Something pulls at her hips - drags around her chest and pushes against her hips. her eyes are open - slits - and she staring at his neck, where his pulse beats strong and fierce.

She can taste his skin in her mouth.

She can feel the shake this time - her chakra, precise - stabs upward and she can feel it in her mouth -

She's moving before she realizes, her body up against his and her mouth around his pulse. She bites - lays her tongue against the jumping skin - tastes the salt and sweet taste of his skin.

[aisu_hawk]

Renji tries to make a sound but can't - seeing as how Minabi has her teeth around his throat. His eyes slip closed as he ignores the pain that he wants to feel and lets the chills sweep his body.

He had felt the jump of her chakra and knew she was coming, but hadn't expected her to actually give in so easily. She's tasting him. If she had sharper teeth, Renji is certain he'd be bleeding right now. His fingers clench into fists and another wave of chills sweeps over him.

[aisu_hawk]

Her hand in his hair feels amazing and as she jerks him sideways, the sound that comes from him is somewhere between a yelp and a moan. He slams his eyes shut, blocking out the pain as she sinks in her teeth again. He rides the feeling, clenching his arms and chest tight, making her nails dig in more.

The spot she moved to is easier for her to bite, the tendon sticks out more in that spot, and he knew she was going to get it sooner or later. He moans again, his body twitching and chills spilling along his skin in waves.

He can smell copper.

[aka_butterfly]

She release and bites down again, grinding her teeth a little before letting up and licking over her marks. Her tongue dips into each crevasse - slow - drags along his skin. He nails relax a little - his moan making her gasp softly against his skin - but tighten once more when she spots the first bite.

Two or three of the teeth marks are full of blood - small pools of broken skin. She freezes - eyes flickering to where she graved him both times - spotting crescent moons of red against his skin.

"Oh." she says, dizzy for a long moment, before leaning down and pressing her lips against the cut. Her tongue sweeps out, slowly - like a cat sipping milk - and follows the contorts of the bite, tastes him. Her voice isn't hers, the motions don't belong to the same person. Minabi has shut off, has powered down, and there is nothing left prowling around in her mind but this.

[aisu_hawk]

Renji shudders, and whines again as she runs her tounge along his skin.

He opens his eyes and her neck is right in front of him, soft and so close. He breathes out - hard enough for her to feel it - and whines as he gets close to her.

She licks again and his foot twitches, body covered in chills once again.

[aka_butterfly]

She laughs against his neck - a huff of air - and pulls his hair, quick, away. the yank gives her his ear - which she takes with a quick nip, keeping the lobe of it in her mouth when she speaks.

The voice is rough. It isn't hers. "You want me to hurt you?"

It isn't really a question. No, more of a statement, a observed fact. something she noticed, and wants, and hungers for.

Her hand slides up and rubs at the soft wound, careful - the pad of her thumb.