Heat Wave (Part One) - Water Falls
Title: Heat Wave (Part One)
Series: Bleach
Pairing/Characters: Zaraki/Matsumoto (Characters by Tite Kubo)
Rating/Warnings: Pg-13, maybe over...I'm terrible at ratings
Notes: Yes, Part One. I have other parts with different characters in mind. Heat Wave (Part Two) - Sweat - Ayasegawa/Madarame - Rating - NC-17
Summary/Excerpt: Rangiku found herself at 11th Division in the evenings, sitting on the back porch with whoever decided to stop by. This was fine by her, as Zaraki never ran out of alcohol and Nanao wasn’t around to disapprove of Rangiku’s efforts to change that.
The heat wave not only felt like the worst one in over two centuries, it actually was. Cold drinks offered only the briefest respite, and even full-blast a fan wasn’t much comfort.
During the day, Rangiku was happy to be at the office - her captain was keeping a looser rein on his reiatsu, and being in the same room as him was like sitting in front of an open icebox. At night, however, she suffered like everyone else, and thought enviously of the lucky people in the Hitsugaya household.
The oppressive heat denied her of her usual drinking partner, Captain Kyoraku. Without asking, she knew he’d be looking after a particular someone who was probably having a rough time breathing in air that felt almost liquid. As a result, Rangiku found herself at 11th Division in the evenings, sitting on the back porch with whoever decided to stop by. This was fine by her, as Zaraki never ran out of alcohol and Nanao wasn’t around to disapprove of Rangiku’s efforts to change that.
This evening found her there again, settled companionably between Yumichika and Shuuhei. She joined in the conversation, mostly to tease Shuuhei and taunt Ikkaku, though not much of the latter. Yumichika had mentioned the heat was making the reluctant captain more aggressive than usual. But then, even Shuuhei didn’t get his usual quota of harassment - Rangiku’s mind was far away.
The last time she had felt such heat was when she was a little girl, a waif with just one friend. And what had that friend done? He had found her a refuge, or actually, had shared his own.
As she sat on the porch, sweat running down her flushed cheeks, she remembered him leading her down a dirt path, pushing through prickly bushes and wild undergrowth. Then, all of a sudden, they were there, standing beside a pond in the moonlight, a gentle waterfall murmuring in the background.
Rangiku was pulled out of her reverie by Shuuhei standing and saying his good-byes. Yumichika excused himself only minutes later, and to no surprise, Ikkaku immediately followed.
Rangiku was left alone with Zaraki. They kept each other’s cups full and drank in silence, Rangiku still thinking of the past and Zaraki’s thoughts unfathomable.
It was only when Rangiku held her hair off her neck with one hand and tugged irritably at her uniform with the other that Zaraki sighed, his eyes on her abandoned drink. He set his own down beside it and stood. “Come here.”
The back of the yard was ancient garden, long since overgrown through neglect. Bushes, flowers and weeds grew in equal measure, almost obscuring the stone path he led her down. When they arrived at their destination, she was amazed to see an old outdoor shower, in surprisingly good condition. She peered inside. “Does this still work?”
“I had Ikkaku fix it up awhile back. It works fine, if you don’t mind cold water.”
She was out of her uniform and in the shower in moments, moving with no self-consciousness. When the water hit her, she squealed in delight at the shiver it sent down her body. The water soaked her hair, freed her skin from the sweat that had been clinging to her all day.
She raised her face to the spray and swept her hair back just as large hands cupped her breasts and the unmistakeable feel of Zaraki pressed against her back.
Now that she wasn’t suffocating from the heat, his warm body against hers was welcome. She relaxed into his touch, sighing when his fingers gently squeezed her nipples, already hard peaks from the cold water. Rangiku let him do as he pleased - she knew from experience if she turned and tried to return the favour, it wouldn’t work for long. He was curiously impatient with any attempt she made to be the one doing the pleasing. It was the only frustrating thing about him. And when she leaned forward against the shower wall and he pushed into her, she found she didn’t care.
Just as she felt him shudder in release, she had a bad, disorienting moment. Rangiku’s eyes were closed and his final thrust had moved her under the spray of water. She was forcibly reminded of a similar feeling years ago, standing under a waterfall and thinking the boy with her was all she wanted, all she’d ever want. The water was cold and she had laughed, but he’d frowned and pulled her out from under, against his slender body, his dry yukata.
The water was cold once again, but she wasn’t laughing, and that boy was gone. She was almost overwhelmed when suddenly she was pulled out from under the water, held up against a solid body, one strong arm holding her up while a hand slid down her wet skin to brush over her clit, causing her to moan.
He held her tight, holding her up as she concentrated on the feel of him, pushing all thought out of her head. When she finally came, she strangled the name that threatened to burst from her lips, letting out a sobbing gasp instead.
As they gathered their clothes, she thought again of the pond, of what he’d said to her as they walked away. “It’s ours now. Yours and mine.”
When they walked back along the stone path, Zaraki didn’t say a word.