Sultry Notes [R; Gin/Matsumoto]
Title: Sultry Notes
Author: worblehat
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Gin/Matsumoto
Rating: R
Summary: Dancing, sex and ends.
Notes: Written for prpl_pen. Every inch of you.
Word Count: 757
She's used to him being close, but not like this. Her breath is stationary in her throat as she tries to piece everything together - past and future both too out-of-reach to latch onto for more than a few seconds.
His hands wind across her skin, fingers gentle on her stomach. She's sure he's done this with her, but she can't remember it feeling this vivid before. Their dancing is more intimate, and she almost loses herself in it before reality steps back into her thoughts.
Her fingers gently pry his away, face fixed into a frown that she forces. "I can recognise you from miles away," she says quietly. "Your scent never changes."
His fingers continue, more gentle than she can remember them ever being. She hates how warm this feels; how comfortable. Visions of a soft couch, children running outside...all of this is painful as she leans back against him, bodies moving together in a silent rhythm.
"You bin so depressed lately," he says, voice chiding and quiet, somehow still perfectly audible in the midst of the dance club's pumping bass. His fingers gently, slowly, cup her chip, bringing their mouths together - too close to call friendly. His tongue swipes out gently against hers, tasting roughly. "Can't bear t' see you like this," he confides.
She snorts, and his hands hold her tighter. She wishes she could push him away; only Gin's hands feel like home, no matter how much blood they touch. He smells sweet as he pulls her to him and she breaths in, sighing.
"I miss ya all th' time," he whispers against her neck.
Her knees barely manage to keep her upright as his lips - unbelievably soft, kissing along veined lines - make her eyes close, body shifting, seeking heat. He leads her easily to the nearest bathroom, pressed tight against a cold wall. His fingertips feel harsh as he skirts them down her black robe, pressing against her entrance with calm, cold determination; except his movements feel warm, the erection pressing at her back making her bend against him. Her hands yearn to touch, but the way he tugs at her robes makes her go still, until she realises his robes are tucked back somewhat, something blunt and warm pressing tight against her.
Instead of fighting, of thinking or crying or wanting, she lends her body to him, letting him slip inside as far as he wishes; he continues to press in, going deeper and deeper, until she can feel him stop, cock thick inside her, legs shifting into different positions. He keeps trying until he finds the way to enter that makes her stop - makes her cry out, close to begging for more of that feeling.
In the cramped toilet stall, her hands are pushed forward, legs spread above the used toilet. She can hear the pounding of Gin's body against her, relentless and hot, pushes forced deep before he comes.
Matsumoto is sure that she's never felt anything like this; the short, small, blast inside her seems to keep going, making her stomach swell.
"Gin..."
His fingers rub over her skin, closing over the space above her heart. "Wanted this so long," he says quietly, as if in confession. "Want'd ya more than my soul's worth -"
"Your soul...isn't worth anything," comes her faint, yet direct voice.
His fingertips reach out, just brushing hers, causing her breath to catch. "Say that again."
"I don't need to."
He pulls away, their robes falling back into place. Matsumoto turns around, watching him sadly. "Gin..."
"I hate goodbyes," says Gin with a sardonic smile. "Don't you?"
Her eyes grow cold. "They're getting easier," she says dryly. Her back presses against the stall as he moves closer, facing her.
His hands travel down her cheek. "I ain't never had a friend as good as you, Rangiku."
She covers his hands with hers, squeezing just once before forcing his touch away. The stall door opens but his hand is on her wrist, holding her. "You gonna be the one to walk away this time - that it?" he asks.
"Yes."
A few moments pass, and his fingers unwind from her body. He takes a step back.
"Guess I d'serve it."
Matsumoto pauses. Words hang on her tongue, waiting to be spoken. She swallows them down, not looking back at Gin as she continues walking, her body heavy on each step.
You don't deserve it, she thinks. But I don't want to be the only one who hurts this time.
Author: worblehat
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Gin/Matsumoto
Rating: R
Summary: Dancing, sex and ends.
Notes: Written for prpl_pen. Every inch of you.
Word Count: 757
She's used to him being close, but not like this. Her breath is stationary in her throat as she tries to piece everything together - past and future both too out-of-reach to latch onto for more than a few seconds.
His hands wind across her skin, fingers gentle on her stomach. She's sure he's done this with her, but she can't remember it feeling this vivid before. Their dancing is more intimate, and she almost loses herself in it before reality steps back into her thoughts.
Her fingers gently pry his away, face fixed into a frown that she forces. "I can recognise you from miles away," she says quietly. "Your scent never changes."
His fingers continue, more gentle than she can remember them ever being. She hates how warm this feels; how comfortable. Visions of a soft couch, children running outside...all of this is painful as she leans back against him, bodies moving together in a silent rhythm.
"You bin so depressed lately," he says, voice chiding and quiet, somehow still perfectly audible in the midst of the dance club's pumping bass. His fingers gently, slowly, cup her chip, bringing their mouths together - too close to call friendly. His tongue swipes out gently against hers, tasting roughly. "Can't bear t' see you like this," he confides.
She snorts, and his hands hold her tighter. She wishes she could push him away; only Gin's hands feel like home, no matter how much blood they touch. He smells sweet as he pulls her to him and she breaths in, sighing.
"I miss ya all th' time," he whispers against her neck.
Her knees barely manage to keep her upright as his lips - unbelievably soft, kissing along veined lines - make her eyes close, body shifting, seeking heat. He leads her easily to the nearest bathroom, pressed tight against a cold wall. His fingertips feel harsh as he skirts them down her black robe, pressing against her entrance with calm, cold determination; except his movements feel warm, the erection pressing at her back making her bend against him. Her hands yearn to touch, but the way he tugs at her robes makes her go still, until she realises his robes are tucked back somewhat, something blunt and warm pressing tight against her.
Instead of fighting, of thinking or crying or wanting, she lends her body to him, letting him slip inside as far as he wishes; he continues to press in, going deeper and deeper, until she can feel him stop, cock thick inside her, legs shifting into different positions. He keeps trying until he finds the way to enter that makes her stop - makes her cry out, close to begging for more of that feeling.
In the cramped toilet stall, her hands are pushed forward, legs spread above the used toilet. She can hear the pounding of Gin's body against her, relentless and hot, pushes forced deep before he comes.
Matsumoto is sure that she's never felt anything like this; the short, small, blast inside her seems to keep going, making her stomach swell.
"Gin..."
His fingers rub over her skin, closing over the space above her heart. "Wanted this so long," he says quietly, as if in confession. "Want'd ya more than my soul's worth -"
"Your soul...isn't worth anything," comes her faint, yet direct voice.
His fingertips reach out, just brushing hers, causing her breath to catch. "Say that again."
"I don't need to."
He pulls away, their robes falling back into place. Matsumoto turns around, watching him sadly. "Gin..."
"I hate goodbyes," says Gin with a sardonic smile. "Don't you?"
Her eyes grow cold. "They're getting easier," she says dryly. Her back presses against the stall as he moves closer, facing her.
His hands travel down her cheek. "I ain't never had a friend as good as you, Rangiku."
She covers his hands with hers, squeezing just once before forcing his touch away. The stall door opens but his hand is on her wrist, holding her. "You gonna be the one to walk away this time - that it?" he asks.
"Yes."
A few moments pass, and his fingers unwind from her body. He takes a step back.
"Guess I d'serve it."
Matsumoto pauses. Words hang on her tongue, waiting to be spoken. She swallows them down, not looking back at Gin as she continues walking, her body heavy on each step.
You don't deserve it, she thinks. But I don't want to be the only one who hurts this time.