FIC: Forsaken 2: Turning Point (Bleach, HitsuMatsu) NC-17
Well, I wound up punking out on my Full Metal Panic! pledge for Church of Lemons 2010; partly because my apocabigbang fic was kicking my butt... but mostly because I'm just not getting much inspiration to write FMP! anymore. Which is really sad, because it was my first true anime fandom. I still love reading fic, I still love the show and the books... I guess with nothing new coming out (damnit TokyoPop! when are you going to release the other novels in English???) I'm not getting any stimulus. I heard that now the US economy's recovering a bit, TokyoPop is starting to release the novels again - I hope so. I'd love to hang out with Sousuke and Kaname in the landscape of my imagination again.
So, this is the pledge I DID complete for CoL 2010. I thought 'what the heck' and made it a sequel to the HitsuMatsu fic I did last year. I also got a kick of inspiration from the Valentine's day challenge over of Juuban-tai Luurve (you can find the link in the 'member of' section in my userinfo)
EDIT: I also won third place! Yay me!
(I even got a nice banner, which I can't figure out how to put in here. *pout*)
TITLE: Forsaken 2: Turning Point
AUTHOR: TaleWeaver
DISCLAIMER: These characters are not mine, they belong to Kubo Tite. Toshiro quotes John Donne. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
FANDOM / PAIRING: Bleach, Toshiro Hitsugaya/Rangiku Matsumoto.
RATING / CONTENT: NC-17. M/F sex, language
SPOILERS: character backgrounds, slightly adapted to fit the AU.
SUMMARY: (modern-day AU) sequel to ‘Forsaken’. Rangiku Matsumoto gave up years of a happy, Sex in the City-style love life to build a family with her oldest friend and first lover. But after she discovered a shattering betrayal, she found herself creating a whole new bond with her teenage stepson. Several months later, Rangiku now has to choose; between the first person she ever loved, and the man who she knows will love her forever.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: This is a sequel to ‘Forsaken’, which was an extract from a longer prospective story. (find it at http ://community. livejournal. com/hitsumatsu/88496.html Just take out the spaces) But to clue in those who haven’t read it:
Rangiku and Gin met as children in the foster care system, and became each other’s sole emotional support, until 16 year old Gin conceived Toshiro with another girl. After his mother died, Toshiro was raised by his Granny, though here she really is his maternal grandparent. A child prodigy in theoretical physics, Toshiro won a full scholarship to Tokyo University at the age of 15, but he could only attend Tokyo U if he moved in with his father, who he’d met all of a dozen times in his life. Gin and Toshiro don’t get along very well (in the same way that canon Aizen is ‘a little ambitious’), as evidenced by the fact that Toshiro’s still using his mother’s name. Unable for various reasons to just dump him back on Granny, Gin had the bright idea to persuade Rangiku to marry him. As Gin became more and more distant, Rangiku and Toshiro became closer, until Toshiro fell head over heels in love. Roughly a year after the ‘real’ story began, Toshiro decided it was time to precipitate matters and sent Rangiku the photos that proved that Gin had been unfaithful, which sent her directly to his bed.
'Suno-Kusabana' is MEANT to translate as 'Snow Blossoms'. Whether it actually does, however, is something only a Japanese speaker can tell me. (my 'japanese for fun and travel' course didn't really cover this sort of thing.)
I’ve also played fairly fast and loose with Japanese marriage law and US citizen and marriage law. Authour’s license.
SOUNDTRACK: ‘Scarborough fair’ by Celtic Woman while Rangiku and Toshiro are at dinner; when they leave it switches to ‘Futatsu no Kodō to Akai Tsumi’ by On/Off (otherwise known as the OP to Vampire Knight Season 1).
“More champagne?”
“Of course!” Rangiku laughed, holding out her flute.
Champagne was somewhat unusual for a restaurant in Japan, but Suno-Kusabana was exclusive enough that the customer received whatever they requested, and Rangiku loved champagne for romantic occasions. The restaurant was also exclusive enough to place discretion for it’s clientele at the top of its services. This was fairly important when your Valentine’s Day date was with your stepson.
Toshiro topped up her flute, then his own - he’d never had champagne before, but found himself enjoying it very much. Noticing the bottle was empty, he caught the eye of the waiter and gestured meaningfully to the empty bottle resting in the silver ice-bucket.
Despite his youthful face, the waiter didn’t even think of asking for proof of age. Toshiro had an innate air of maturity and responsibility that he wore so naturally that everyone assumed it was gained through experience, not personality, and that he was simply older than he looked. It was an easy mistake to make; not even two months past his eighteenth birthday, Toshiro Hitsugaya was already a man, and had been for several years.
Rangiku gazed fondly at her lover as she took another sip, rolling the bubbles on her tongue. After a childhood barren of love, her adulthood had been filled with affection - friendships, lust, and love both platonic and passionate. Her decades-long love for Gin Ichimaru had lead her to abandon her varied sex life for marriage and monogamy, but it was with his son that she’d found true love in the form she’d never known she’d always longed for.
She was both baffled and delighted by the strangeness of the path she’d taken to find a heart to match her own. But Rangiku had always relished the strangeness and richness of life in general.
Narrowing her eyes, Rangiku regarded the dessert cart like a panther eyeing fresh-killed meat. Should she order the mint-chocolate mousse? Not only was it her favourite, but she could drive Toshiro wild with desire as she ate it, constantly licking at her lips and suggestively playing with the spoon. Or should she ask for a double serve to take-away?
The corporate apartment she’d borrowed for the night was on the top floor of the same building as the restaurant, which meant that once the meal was finished, the real dessert wasn’t far away. The choice was tantalizing - linger over the sweets, increasing the anticipation, or wait to eat dessert until after the first bout of excellent sex she expected that evening? Passing her tongue over her lips, Rangiku looked at her lover once more.
“What are you thinking?” Toshiro asked, his voice holding equal amounts of suspicion (because Rangiku looked like she was hatching a scheme) mingled with anticipation (because half of Rangiku’s schemes included interesting and enjoyable sex).
“Wondering how the mint-chocolate mousse would taste if I licked it off your bare skin,” Rangiku replied promptly.
Toshiro shook his head. “I have enough competition for your time as it is; chocolate is an opponent I have no chance against. Eat now or you’ll have to wait a few hours to open the takeaway. Besides, we haven’t even received our main course yet.”
Rangiku laughed again, oh-so-casually reaching down to the daring neckline of her scarlet wrap-dress, before she eased it open to reveal even more of her extraordinary breasts. Just as she’d intended, Toshiro’s eyes went to where a teasing hint of red lace peeked from the silk covering.
“You did that on purpose,” he accused, his voice deepening almost to a growl.
“Of course I did!” Rangiku chuckled. “I’m trying to provoke you into a quickie in the bathroom.”
“Nothing is happening in this restaurant,” Toshiro informed her. “But you are going to be naked and screaming my name before midnight.”
“Oh?” Rangiku challenged, eyeing him provocatively as she sipped her champagne.
Toshiro actually smirked, and it was so astoundingly sexy that Rangiku pressed her thighs together hard under the table to keep from jumping him on the spot. She'd learned long before they ever kissed that Toshiro never made a promise he didn't keep.
Rangiku paid the bill after ordering dessert - the quicker they could get upstairs and into the large bed that waited for them, the better. Despite the hollow ache between her legs, she was glad she’d delayed - the mousse was just too delicious to pass up, and she dived in with almost as much enthusiasm as she showed for sex.
Licking the last remnants of chocolately goodness from her carmine lips, she set the cut-glass goblet aside. As she reached for her champagne flute, Toshiro reached out and grasped her hand on the tablecloth. Surprised by the demonstrative gesture in public, Rangiku let her other hand fall and looked at him questioningly. Toshiro looked even more serious than usual, but there was a hopeful air that made her heart start to pound.
Toshiro took a visibly deep breath, and Rangiku tensed.
“Come live with me and be my love, and we will some new pleasures prove,” Toshiro murmured in English.
Rangiku didn’t recognise the quote, but she was fluent in English and the meaning was clear. “Toshiro?”
“Divorce Gin. Leave Japan with me.”
Toshiro’s voice was half-demand, half-plea.
Rangiku leaned forward, taking his other hand in her own. “Toshiro?”
“I’ve been approached by the head of the international program, for a student exchange to America for my third year. I’ve been offered a slot at either MIT or Caltech. I remember talking with Byakuya-san at our western New Year’s Eve party, and he mentioned that he wanted to expand the Los Angeles office to include a division solely for event planning, and he also wanted to open a branch of KuchikiCorp in Boston. You know he’d let you transfer to either city, if you asked. If you leave Japan after filing for divorce, Gin won’t press you or threaten you - he’s not stupid. I’d never dream of keeping you away from the Inner Circle for long - but it’s only a year, Rangiku. One year, and you can keep in touch with everyone by phone and email - we could even take a trip down to Peru and visit Hanataro and Ganju.”
Toshiro licked his lips, and added, “As it stands now, I can never be your husband. But if I live in America for a full year, I can apply for dual citizenship, and we could marry under US law. All our friends would support us, Rangiku - have you noticed? Urahara, Byakuya-san, Ukitake and Kyoraku, the Fight Club quartet, Komamura; they all act towards me as if I’m your partner, not Gin. Everyone who knows and loves us would be happy to dance at our wedding, no matter where it was held or when.”
Slumping back in his seat, Toshiro kept hold of her hands. “I know it’s a big decision. Don’t say anything now. I have the information packets at home, and you can read through them yourself. Talk to Byakuya-san about the other offices. Think it through, and give me your answer on White Day. If you want to stay here, I’ll stay with you. If you want me to stay your stepson, so be it. My heart is yours, Rangiku - all my life. I will always love you, no matter what transpires.”
Rangiku smiled. “I love you, Toshiro. Let’s go upstairs so I can show you how much.”
Almost as soon as the elevator doors closed, Rangiku pounced, pushing Toshiro against the wall and pressing her body tight to his as they kissed. Toshiro didn’t seem to object, his hands sliding down her thighs and slipping up and under the knee-length skirt of her dress. Rangiku felt her thighs tremble from the sensation of his touch - never slow to be aroused, her body responded to Toshiro faster than any other man. Was it because while she’d cared for all her lovers (and still loved the ones who were her friends), she was in love with Toshiro? Or was her winter dragon just that talented?
Still passion-drunk, she stumbled backward out the doors after the bell dinged, pulling Toshiro with her. She didn’t realise her error until she turned left to enter the apartment - and found the door wasn’t there.
“Hell, we got off on the wrong floor! The apartment’s on the sixth floor. We’re on the fourth.”
The stairs of the building curled up the south-west corner, with nothing between them and the outside world but thick tempered glass and a safety rail. At night, the view of downtown was fascinating, especially from the upper stories. Rangiku preferred taking the stairs up to the KuchikiCorp apartment when she stayed here, but she’d been too eager to get Toshiro behind closed doors.
Her desire lowering to a simmer, Rangiku dragged Toshiro up the stairs, stopping halfway up to see the lights of Karakura Town’s entertainment district. Standing right up against the safety rail, her nose almost pressed against the glass, Rangiku smiled as Toshiro’s arms encircled her waist, crossing over her stomach. Leaning her head back against his, she sighed in happiness as the colourful neon lights glowed beneath them like a mirror of the starlit heavens.
Rangiku was brought out her reverie when Toshiro pressed his erection into her backside, simultaneously whispering, “I want you to do exactly as I say.”
Startled but pleased, Rangiku nodded. She was rewarded by Toshiro undoing the tie at her left hip that held her dress closed. As the scarlet silk slid across her bosom and dangled limply by her side, Toshiro undid the tie at her right hip, letting it hang from her shoulders. Without a word, he slid the close-fitting three-quarter length sleeves down her arms, until her dress puddled around her feet like a pool of fresh blood. Rangiku was left in nothing but her red lace panties and a matching strapless bra. Given her proportions, the undergarments didn’t so much restrict or support her body as decorate it. She didn’t even have her hair to shield her; she’d impulsively decided to pin it up tonight, so she could let it down for Toshiro later.
“Put your hands on the railing.”
Rangiku obeyed, her desire igniting again as her whole body burned with need for the man behind her. Between the apartments on the fifth floor, and the karaoke bar on the fourth, they could be discovered at any minute - just the thought made her quiver with lust. Not that she was complaining, but she couldn’t help but wonder - what on earth had gotten into her reserved Toshiro?
Rangiku had discovered early in their affair that her exhibitionist tendencies had found their match in Toshiro’s guarded and self-possessed nature; it had become an ongoing game between them, with her trying to provoke him into raunchy behaviour in public or semi-public places, and him always resisting. Then punishing her deliciously for it in private at the first possible opportunity.
Rangiku had no idea that Toshiro was still riding the adrenaline rush of his semi-formal proposal, and desperately needed to reassert his claim over her body, even as he doubted his claim on her heart.
She shivered as Toshiro’s cool fingers gently pushed down the crimson lace until her breasts were fully exposed. Then her panties slid over her hips and fell down her legs to her knees, leaving her mostly nude in front of the clear glass.
“There are thousands of people down there, Rangiku,” Toshiro whispered. “Not to mention there’s several other buildings nearby with lights on the upper stories. How many of them can see you now, do you think? How many of them could look up or across and see your bare body as I pleasure you?”
Already wet between her legs, Rangiku was so aroused by his words that she could feel a trickle of moisture start to make its way down her inner thigh. “So let’s really give them something to see,” she sighed.
Toshiro chuckled, a low, sensual sound that made her nipples tighten. “Do you have any sexual inhibitions whatsoever?”
“If I did, would I really be sleeping with my teenage stepson?” she laughed back.
Toshiro leaned down to kiss her back, just at the top of her spine, and she could feel him smiling against her skin. Her laugh turned to a gasp of anticipation as she heard the clink of a belt buckle and the rasp of a zipper, followed by the whisper of wool and silk sliding down.
“To-shi-ro,” she moaned, and pushed out her bottom, making her hips tilt at an inviting angle. She could feel a feather-light, beautifully cool touch tracing over the curves of her buttocks and shuddered with delight as one hand slid down and between. She didn’t bother to hold back a moan as two fingers slid into her soaked channel, probing deep. They twisted and probed at just the right spot, and Rangiku let out a growl as a small orgasm shivered through her flesh.
Before she’d fully come down, the fingers left and something much larger and harder took their place. Rangiku groaned in relieved pleasure as Toshiro entered and withdrew from her body at an efficient, steady pace that seemed to penetrate her right to the core with each forward thrust. One hand slid up her torso to toy with her breasts, the other slid down to slide between her folds, instantly finding her clit and rubbing in perfect rhythm with the slide of his manhood inside her.
“Keep looking at the lights if you want, Rangiku, I know how much you enjoy them,” Toshiro murmured, his voice both aroused and amused.
“I am looking,” Rangiku gasped, “But they’re all spinning and dancing!”
Toshiro’s chuckle vibrated through his cock, echoing against her inner walls, and Rangiku gasped, squeezing the safety rail in her grip. Praise the Kami, Toshiro decided not to tease and began to fuck her in earnest, the speed and force of his thrusts picking up until his hips were smacking against her backside with an audible noise. Rangiku rocked her hips backward to match him, until she’d wriggled into just the right position, and every stroke inside rasped against the place that his fingers had worked so effectively. Biting her lips bloody to match her lipstick, Rangiku swallowed her cry as she climaxed, her back arching and her blood turning to lava.
She let the moan of loss slip out as Toshiro withdrew, and she carefully straightened up and turned to face him. Still trembling with aftershock, Rangiku reached out and cupped Toshiro’s face in her hands, bringing him close for a long, tender kiss.
Rangiku looked into her stepson’s oceanic eyes, glowing with love and desire for her, and she knew without a doubt that she wanted to be his wife. She wanted him to be the father of her children. Her lips parted, but Toshiro laid his finger across them.
“Tell me on White Day.”
Rangiku nodded. As Toshiro stepped back and began to straighten his clothing, she resolved that tomorrow morning she’d call up Shuusei, and ask for the name of the lawyer who’d negotiated his sister’s divorce from that Italian Count.
Hmmm… she loved hot weather, but Toshiro preferred the cold. Even ignorant as she was she’d heard of MIT in Boston, but not Caltech. Los Angeles had a wonderful social whirl, but she’d also heard stories about violence and pollution. She’d need to talk to Byakuya about which office would have higher pay and more flexible hours - whichever city they lived in, they could negotiate weekend trips to the snow or the beach.
As she tied her dress together, a stray thought broke Rangiku from her contemplation, and she turned to an already-immaculate Toshiro. “I seem to recall you promising that I’d be naked and screaming your name. Mostly naked and moaning your name isn’t the same thing.”
Toshiro smirked again, and Rangiku almost tackled him down onto the stairs, the inevitable bruises be damned. “It’s not midnight for another half an hour yet.”
Rangiku grabbed his hand and half-dragged him up the remaining stairs.
FINI
So, this is the pledge I DID complete for CoL 2010. I thought 'what the heck' and made it a sequel to the HitsuMatsu fic I did last year. I also got a kick of inspiration from the Valentine's day challenge over of Juuban-tai Luurve (you can find the link in the 'member of' section in my userinfo)
EDIT: I also won third place! Yay me!
(I even got a nice banner, which I can't figure out how to put in here. *pout*)
TITLE: Forsaken 2: Turning Point
AUTHOR: TaleWeaver
DISCLAIMER: These characters are not mine, they belong to Kubo Tite. Toshiro quotes John Donne. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
FANDOM / PAIRING: Bleach, Toshiro Hitsugaya/Rangiku Matsumoto.
RATING / CONTENT: NC-17. M/F sex, language
SPOILERS: character backgrounds, slightly adapted to fit the AU.
SUMMARY: (modern-day AU) sequel to ‘Forsaken’. Rangiku Matsumoto gave up years of a happy, Sex in the City-style love life to build a family with her oldest friend and first lover. But after she discovered a shattering betrayal, she found herself creating a whole new bond with her teenage stepson. Several months later, Rangiku now has to choose; between the first person she ever loved, and the man who she knows will love her forever.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: This is a sequel to ‘Forsaken’, which was an extract from a longer prospective story. (find it at http ://community. livejournal. com/hitsumatsu/88496.html Just take out the spaces) But to clue in those who haven’t read it:
Rangiku and Gin met as children in the foster care system, and became each other’s sole emotional support, until 16 year old Gin conceived Toshiro with another girl. After his mother died, Toshiro was raised by his Granny, though here she really is his maternal grandparent. A child prodigy in theoretical physics, Toshiro won a full scholarship to Tokyo University at the age of 15, but he could only attend Tokyo U if he moved in with his father, who he’d met all of a dozen times in his life. Gin and Toshiro don’t get along very well (in the same way that canon Aizen is ‘a little ambitious’), as evidenced by the fact that Toshiro’s still using his mother’s name. Unable for various reasons to just dump him back on Granny, Gin had the bright idea to persuade Rangiku to marry him. As Gin became more and more distant, Rangiku and Toshiro became closer, until Toshiro fell head over heels in love. Roughly a year after the ‘real’ story began, Toshiro decided it was time to precipitate matters and sent Rangiku the photos that proved that Gin had been unfaithful, which sent her directly to his bed.
'Suno-Kusabana' is MEANT to translate as 'Snow Blossoms'. Whether it actually does, however, is something only a Japanese speaker can tell me. (my 'japanese for fun and travel' course didn't really cover this sort of thing.)
I’ve also played fairly fast and loose with Japanese marriage law and US citizen and marriage law. Authour’s license.
SOUNDTRACK: ‘Scarborough fair’ by Celtic Woman while Rangiku and Toshiro are at dinner; when they leave it switches to ‘Futatsu no Kodō to Akai Tsumi’ by On/Off (otherwise known as the OP to Vampire Knight Season 1).
“More champagne?”
“Of course!” Rangiku laughed, holding out her flute.
Champagne was somewhat unusual for a restaurant in Japan, but Suno-Kusabana was exclusive enough that the customer received whatever they requested, and Rangiku loved champagne for romantic occasions. The restaurant was also exclusive enough to place discretion for it’s clientele at the top of its services. This was fairly important when your Valentine’s Day date was with your stepson.
Toshiro topped up her flute, then his own - he’d never had champagne before, but found himself enjoying it very much. Noticing the bottle was empty, he caught the eye of the waiter and gestured meaningfully to the empty bottle resting in the silver ice-bucket.
Despite his youthful face, the waiter didn’t even think of asking for proof of age. Toshiro had an innate air of maturity and responsibility that he wore so naturally that everyone assumed it was gained through experience, not personality, and that he was simply older than he looked. It was an easy mistake to make; not even two months past his eighteenth birthday, Toshiro Hitsugaya was already a man, and had been for several years.
Rangiku gazed fondly at her lover as she took another sip, rolling the bubbles on her tongue. After a childhood barren of love, her adulthood had been filled with affection - friendships, lust, and love both platonic and passionate. Her decades-long love for Gin Ichimaru had lead her to abandon her varied sex life for marriage and monogamy, but it was with his son that she’d found true love in the form she’d never known she’d always longed for.
She was both baffled and delighted by the strangeness of the path she’d taken to find a heart to match her own. But Rangiku had always relished the strangeness and richness of life in general.
Narrowing her eyes, Rangiku regarded the dessert cart like a panther eyeing fresh-killed meat. Should she order the mint-chocolate mousse? Not only was it her favourite, but she could drive Toshiro wild with desire as she ate it, constantly licking at her lips and suggestively playing with the spoon. Or should she ask for a double serve to take-away?
The corporate apartment she’d borrowed for the night was on the top floor of the same building as the restaurant, which meant that once the meal was finished, the real dessert wasn’t far away. The choice was tantalizing - linger over the sweets, increasing the anticipation, or wait to eat dessert until after the first bout of excellent sex she expected that evening? Passing her tongue over her lips, Rangiku looked at her lover once more.
“What are you thinking?” Toshiro asked, his voice holding equal amounts of suspicion (because Rangiku looked like she was hatching a scheme) mingled with anticipation (because half of Rangiku’s schemes included interesting and enjoyable sex).
“Wondering how the mint-chocolate mousse would taste if I licked it off your bare skin,” Rangiku replied promptly.
Toshiro shook his head. “I have enough competition for your time as it is; chocolate is an opponent I have no chance against. Eat now or you’ll have to wait a few hours to open the takeaway. Besides, we haven’t even received our main course yet.”
Rangiku laughed again, oh-so-casually reaching down to the daring neckline of her scarlet wrap-dress, before she eased it open to reveal even more of her extraordinary breasts. Just as she’d intended, Toshiro’s eyes went to where a teasing hint of red lace peeked from the silk covering.
“You did that on purpose,” he accused, his voice deepening almost to a growl.
“Of course I did!” Rangiku chuckled. “I’m trying to provoke you into a quickie in the bathroom.”
“Nothing is happening in this restaurant,” Toshiro informed her. “But you are going to be naked and screaming my name before midnight.”
“Oh?” Rangiku challenged, eyeing him provocatively as she sipped her champagne.
Toshiro actually smirked, and it was so astoundingly sexy that Rangiku pressed her thighs together hard under the table to keep from jumping him on the spot. She'd learned long before they ever kissed that Toshiro never made a promise he didn't keep.
Rangiku paid the bill after ordering dessert - the quicker they could get upstairs and into the large bed that waited for them, the better. Despite the hollow ache between her legs, she was glad she’d delayed - the mousse was just too delicious to pass up, and she dived in with almost as much enthusiasm as she showed for sex.
Licking the last remnants of chocolately goodness from her carmine lips, she set the cut-glass goblet aside. As she reached for her champagne flute, Toshiro reached out and grasped her hand on the tablecloth. Surprised by the demonstrative gesture in public, Rangiku let her other hand fall and looked at him questioningly. Toshiro looked even more serious than usual, but there was a hopeful air that made her heart start to pound.
Toshiro took a visibly deep breath, and Rangiku tensed.
“Come live with me and be my love, and we will some new pleasures prove,” Toshiro murmured in English.
Rangiku didn’t recognise the quote, but she was fluent in English and the meaning was clear. “Toshiro?”
“Divorce Gin. Leave Japan with me.”
Toshiro’s voice was half-demand, half-plea.
Rangiku leaned forward, taking his other hand in her own. “Toshiro?”
“I’ve been approached by the head of the international program, for a student exchange to America for my third year. I’ve been offered a slot at either MIT or Caltech. I remember talking with Byakuya-san at our western New Year’s Eve party, and he mentioned that he wanted to expand the Los Angeles office to include a division solely for event planning, and he also wanted to open a branch of KuchikiCorp in Boston. You know he’d let you transfer to either city, if you asked. If you leave Japan after filing for divorce, Gin won’t press you or threaten you - he’s not stupid. I’d never dream of keeping you away from the Inner Circle for long - but it’s only a year, Rangiku. One year, and you can keep in touch with everyone by phone and email - we could even take a trip down to Peru and visit Hanataro and Ganju.”
Toshiro licked his lips, and added, “As it stands now, I can never be your husband. But if I live in America for a full year, I can apply for dual citizenship, and we could marry under US law. All our friends would support us, Rangiku - have you noticed? Urahara, Byakuya-san, Ukitake and Kyoraku, the Fight Club quartet, Komamura; they all act towards me as if I’m your partner, not Gin. Everyone who knows and loves us would be happy to dance at our wedding, no matter where it was held or when.”
Slumping back in his seat, Toshiro kept hold of her hands. “I know it’s a big decision. Don’t say anything now. I have the information packets at home, and you can read through them yourself. Talk to Byakuya-san about the other offices. Think it through, and give me your answer on White Day. If you want to stay here, I’ll stay with you. If you want me to stay your stepson, so be it. My heart is yours, Rangiku - all my life. I will always love you, no matter what transpires.”
Rangiku smiled. “I love you, Toshiro. Let’s go upstairs so I can show you how much.”
Almost as soon as the elevator doors closed, Rangiku pounced, pushing Toshiro against the wall and pressing her body tight to his as they kissed. Toshiro didn’t seem to object, his hands sliding down her thighs and slipping up and under the knee-length skirt of her dress. Rangiku felt her thighs tremble from the sensation of his touch - never slow to be aroused, her body responded to Toshiro faster than any other man. Was it because while she’d cared for all her lovers (and still loved the ones who were her friends), she was in love with Toshiro? Or was her winter dragon just that talented?
Still passion-drunk, she stumbled backward out the doors after the bell dinged, pulling Toshiro with her. She didn’t realise her error until she turned left to enter the apartment - and found the door wasn’t there.
“Hell, we got off on the wrong floor! The apartment’s on the sixth floor. We’re on the fourth.”
The stairs of the building curled up the south-west corner, with nothing between them and the outside world but thick tempered glass and a safety rail. At night, the view of downtown was fascinating, especially from the upper stories. Rangiku preferred taking the stairs up to the KuchikiCorp apartment when she stayed here, but she’d been too eager to get Toshiro behind closed doors.
Her desire lowering to a simmer, Rangiku dragged Toshiro up the stairs, stopping halfway up to see the lights of Karakura Town’s entertainment district. Standing right up against the safety rail, her nose almost pressed against the glass, Rangiku smiled as Toshiro’s arms encircled her waist, crossing over her stomach. Leaning her head back against his, she sighed in happiness as the colourful neon lights glowed beneath them like a mirror of the starlit heavens.
Rangiku was brought out her reverie when Toshiro pressed his erection into her backside, simultaneously whispering, “I want you to do exactly as I say.”
Startled but pleased, Rangiku nodded. She was rewarded by Toshiro undoing the tie at her left hip that held her dress closed. As the scarlet silk slid across her bosom and dangled limply by her side, Toshiro undid the tie at her right hip, letting it hang from her shoulders. Without a word, he slid the close-fitting three-quarter length sleeves down her arms, until her dress puddled around her feet like a pool of fresh blood. Rangiku was left in nothing but her red lace panties and a matching strapless bra. Given her proportions, the undergarments didn’t so much restrict or support her body as decorate it. She didn’t even have her hair to shield her; she’d impulsively decided to pin it up tonight, so she could let it down for Toshiro later.
“Put your hands on the railing.”
Rangiku obeyed, her desire igniting again as her whole body burned with need for the man behind her. Between the apartments on the fifth floor, and the karaoke bar on the fourth, they could be discovered at any minute - just the thought made her quiver with lust. Not that she was complaining, but she couldn’t help but wonder - what on earth had gotten into her reserved Toshiro?
Rangiku had discovered early in their affair that her exhibitionist tendencies had found their match in Toshiro’s guarded and self-possessed nature; it had become an ongoing game between them, with her trying to provoke him into raunchy behaviour in public or semi-public places, and him always resisting. Then punishing her deliciously for it in private at the first possible opportunity.
Rangiku had no idea that Toshiro was still riding the adrenaline rush of his semi-formal proposal, and desperately needed to reassert his claim over her body, even as he doubted his claim on her heart.
She shivered as Toshiro’s cool fingers gently pushed down the crimson lace until her breasts were fully exposed. Then her panties slid over her hips and fell down her legs to her knees, leaving her mostly nude in front of the clear glass.
“There are thousands of people down there, Rangiku,” Toshiro whispered. “Not to mention there’s several other buildings nearby with lights on the upper stories. How many of them can see you now, do you think? How many of them could look up or across and see your bare body as I pleasure you?”
Already wet between her legs, Rangiku was so aroused by his words that she could feel a trickle of moisture start to make its way down her inner thigh. “So let’s really give them something to see,” she sighed.
Toshiro chuckled, a low, sensual sound that made her nipples tighten. “Do you have any sexual inhibitions whatsoever?”
“If I did, would I really be sleeping with my teenage stepson?” she laughed back.
Toshiro leaned down to kiss her back, just at the top of her spine, and she could feel him smiling against her skin. Her laugh turned to a gasp of anticipation as she heard the clink of a belt buckle and the rasp of a zipper, followed by the whisper of wool and silk sliding down.
“To-shi-ro,” she moaned, and pushed out her bottom, making her hips tilt at an inviting angle. She could feel a feather-light, beautifully cool touch tracing over the curves of her buttocks and shuddered with delight as one hand slid down and between. She didn’t bother to hold back a moan as two fingers slid into her soaked channel, probing deep. They twisted and probed at just the right spot, and Rangiku let out a growl as a small orgasm shivered through her flesh.
Before she’d fully come down, the fingers left and something much larger and harder took their place. Rangiku groaned in relieved pleasure as Toshiro entered and withdrew from her body at an efficient, steady pace that seemed to penetrate her right to the core with each forward thrust. One hand slid up her torso to toy with her breasts, the other slid down to slide between her folds, instantly finding her clit and rubbing in perfect rhythm with the slide of his manhood inside her.
“Keep looking at the lights if you want, Rangiku, I know how much you enjoy them,” Toshiro murmured, his voice both aroused and amused.
“I am looking,” Rangiku gasped, “But they’re all spinning and dancing!”
Toshiro’s chuckle vibrated through his cock, echoing against her inner walls, and Rangiku gasped, squeezing the safety rail in her grip. Praise the Kami, Toshiro decided not to tease and began to fuck her in earnest, the speed and force of his thrusts picking up until his hips were smacking against her backside with an audible noise. Rangiku rocked her hips backward to match him, until she’d wriggled into just the right position, and every stroke inside rasped against the place that his fingers had worked so effectively. Biting her lips bloody to match her lipstick, Rangiku swallowed her cry as she climaxed, her back arching and her blood turning to lava.
She let the moan of loss slip out as Toshiro withdrew, and she carefully straightened up and turned to face him. Still trembling with aftershock, Rangiku reached out and cupped Toshiro’s face in her hands, bringing him close for a long, tender kiss.
Rangiku looked into her stepson’s oceanic eyes, glowing with love and desire for her, and she knew without a doubt that she wanted to be his wife. She wanted him to be the father of her children. Her lips parted, but Toshiro laid his finger across them.
“Tell me on White Day.”
Rangiku nodded. As Toshiro stepped back and began to straighten his clothing, she resolved that tomorrow morning she’d call up Shuusei, and ask for the name of the lawyer who’d negotiated his sister’s divorce from that Italian Count.
Hmmm… she loved hot weather, but Toshiro preferred the cold. Even ignorant as she was she’d heard of MIT in Boston, but not Caltech. Los Angeles had a wonderful social whirl, but she’d also heard stories about violence and pollution. She’d need to talk to Byakuya about which office would have higher pay and more flexible hours - whichever city they lived in, they could negotiate weekend trips to the snow or the beach.
As she tied her dress together, a stray thought broke Rangiku from her contemplation, and she turned to an already-immaculate Toshiro. “I seem to recall you promising that I’d be naked and screaming your name. Mostly naked and moaning your name isn’t the same thing.”
Toshiro smirked again, and Rangiku almost tackled him down onto the stairs, the inevitable bruises be damned. “It’s not midnight for another half an hour yet.”
Rangiku grabbed his hand and half-dragged him up the remaining stairs.
FINI