Touch [Bleach, Shunsui/Nanao/Jyuushiro, R]
Title: Touch
Prompt: Bleach, Ukitake/Shunsui/Nanao: Touch - It is the touch of their hands that undoes her at last.
Rating: R
Warnings: Threesome.
Word Count: 333
Summary: In this very moment, all that matters is them.
A/N: For springkink. It's short, but I like it.
What has brought her to this moment, she does not quite know, and in this very moment, she cannot bring herself to be concerned with it. She does not want to be concerned with it, for here, this moment feels more perfect than anything she has experienced in years. She is held between them, surrounded by them pressed to her like there is nothing else in the world and yet she knows if she were to so much as whisper of it they would be gone, and she would have her mind once again. A mess of hair sticks to her skin with their kisses, and she has no care for who it belongs to. She has never felt so heated, and yet she is shivering, the tongue that traces the line of her bare shoulder hot against her. There is another mouth at her breast and she finds herself moving into its contact. Their hands are everywhere and she is breathless with the sparks that shoot through her, hot and cold at once.
There is a hand that slides between her thighs, one at her hip that worships the curve of it. The fingers of another dance around her navel, and another loses itself in her hair to pull her for a kiss that her entire body melts with. She gives a hand to each of them, caressing dampened skin as well as she can with her mind and body so distracted by the lips that kiss hers and the fingers that slide inside her and move and she is shaking, unaware of anything but them and the sensations they shower upon her. She gasps, over and over again, and her hands are flat against firm chest and thigh to push them away or pull them close. She does not know, but they do, and she is wrapped in their arms as she find her breath, her thoughts, and then the exhausted smile that they mirror before she is lost to sleep.
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Prompt: Bleach, Ukitake/Shunsui/Nanao: Touch - It is the touch of their hands that undoes her at last.
Rating: R
Warnings: Threesome.
Word Count: 333
Summary: In this very moment, all that matters is them.
A/N: For springkink. It's short, but I like it.
What has brought her to this moment, she does not quite know, and in this very moment, she cannot bring herself to be concerned with it. She does not want to be concerned with it, for here, this moment feels more perfect than anything she has experienced in years. She is held between them, surrounded by them pressed to her like there is nothing else in the world and yet she knows if she were to so much as whisper of it they would be gone, and she would have her mind once again. A mess of hair sticks to her skin with their kisses, and she has no care for who it belongs to. She has never felt so heated, and yet she is shivering, the tongue that traces the line of her bare shoulder hot against her. There is another mouth at her breast and she finds herself moving into its contact. Their hands are everywhere and she is breathless with the sparks that shoot through her, hot and cold at once.
There is a hand that slides between her thighs, one at her hip that worships the curve of it. The fingers of another dance around her navel, and another loses itself in her hair to pull her for a kiss that her entire body melts with. She gives a hand to each of them, caressing dampened skin as well as she can with her mind and body so distracted by the lips that kiss hers and the fingers that slide inside her and move and she is shaking, unaware of anything but them and the sensations they shower upon her. She gasps, over and over again, and her hands are flat against firm chest and thigh to push them away or pull them close. She does not know, but they do, and she is wrapped in their arms as she find her breath, her thoughts, and then the exhausted smile that they mirror before she is lost to sleep.
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