Bleach: after a mission
For memlu. Not-quite-porn. Kaien and the Lady Shiba. ...with additional Wrongness With Swords. (it's fun to think of the zanpakutou in Bleach as being like the Daemons in His Dark Materials, see.) Happy happy birthday to you. ♥
“Of course,” she said, leaning over his abdomen to take his sword from him. It had been lying propped between his elbow and his ribcage, the theft is achieved with little protest. She ducked under his arm's attempt to wrap around her and sat back cross-legged and tidy. She laid the weapon in her lap. “I imagine Nejibana had something to say about it.”
“She did,” Kaien answered, frowning at the empty space where he had not managed to catch his wife in her escape. “And told her not to feel too left out. Look, it just turned out to be explosives this time. Then… What, is she still sore about it? Next time. Next time!”
The woman ran soothing fingers up the surface of the swords sheath, and raised both eyebrows at her husband. “Shiba Kaien, your way with the women in your life astounds.”
“Next time,” he repeated, scowling. He brought himself up on an elbow. “Does she want to go now? Nejibana, you want to go now? We can, if it’s that big a deal. I’ll order us to go. Should we do that? I can do that. I got the Captain’s authority, half of the time. I’m my own Vice-Captain and all!”
“No. Not now,” said his wife, leaning over again-this time to put her hand over his thigh and settle it back onto the futon. “You would actually do that.”
“…well yeah.” He frowned at her sigh: “Princess?”
“…you would actually do that.” She shook her head. She pressed her thumb his sword’s guard, feeling its bumpy pattern. “I wouldn’t stop either of you, of course. I hardly have the authority anymore. It’s been a very long time since I’ve outranked you…not that would have made a terrible difference if your heart was set on it. It would just give me the authority to dock you when you returned. But aside from that I think there would be a disadvantage, to going now…”
Kaien grinned at her. “Don’t say.”
“Mm. I do.” The lady popped an inch of metal out of its sheath. “She is tired.” She ran her thumb along the sword’s exposed surface. The reaction in her husband was immediate, he swallowed thickly and his eyelids dropped.
The lady looked up, tracing a circle. “I am not.”
“Ya know, Princess,” Kaien wheezed, laid out as his wife set his sword down gently next to them and climbed atop him, her hands deftly sliding into the front of his nightclothes, over his collar, spreading it. “I could call that cheatin’ there.”
“You could,” his wife agreed, kissing the underside of his jaw, the corner of his mouth. Her hair fell over his face; he caught strands between his lips. “But I rather call it way of solving all of our complaints…”
“Playing dirty,” he rasped.
“Efficient,” she corrected, gathering her hair out of the way. She let both of his arms fold over her, in the end.
“Of course,” she said, leaning over his abdomen to take his sword from him. It had been lying propped between his elbow and his ribcage, the theft is achieved with little protest. She ducked under his arm's attempt to wrap around her and sat back cross-legged and tidy. She laid the weapon in her lap. “I imagine Nejibana had something to say about it.”
“She did,” Kaien answered, frowning at the empty space where he had not managed to catch his wife in her escape. “And told her not to feel too left out. Look, it just turned out to be explosives this time. Then… What, is she still sore about it? Next time. Next time!”
The woman ran soothing fingers up the surface of the swords sheath, and raised both eyebrows at her husband. “Shiba Kaien, your way with the women in your life astounds.”
“Next time,” he repeated, scowling. He brought himself up on an elbow. “Does she want to go now? Nejibana, you want to go now? We can, if it’s that big a deal. I’ll order us to go. Should we do that? I can do that. I got the Captain’s authority, half of the time. I’m my own Vice-Captain and all!”
“No. Not now,” said his wife, leaning over again-this time to put her hand over his thigh and settle it back onto the futon. “You would actually do that.”
“…well yeah.” He frowned at her sigh: “Princess?”
“…you would actually do that.” She shook her head. She pressed her thumb his sword’s guard, feeling its bumpy pattern. “I wouldn’t stop either of you, of course. I hardly have the authority anymore. It’s been a very long time since I’ve outranked you…not that would have made a terrible difference if your heart was set on it. It would just give me the authority to dock you when you returned. But aside from that I think there would be a disadvantage, to going now…”
Kaien grinned at her. “Don’t say.”
“Mm. I do.” The lady popped an inch of metal out of its sheath. “She is tired.” She ran her thumb along the sword’s exposed surface. The reaction in her husband was immediate, he swallowed thickly and his eyelids dropped.
The lady looked up, tracing a circle. “I am not.”
“Ya know, Princess,” Kaien wheezed, laid out as his wife set his sword down gently next to them and climbed atop him, her hands deftly sliding into the front of his nightclothes, over his collar, spreading it. “I could call that cheatin’ there.”
“You could,” his wife agreed, kissing the underside of his jaw, the corner of his mouth. Her hair fell over his face; he caught strands between his lips. “But I rather call it way of solving all of our complaints…”
“Playing dirty,” he rasped.
“Efficient,” she corrected, gathering her hair out of the way. She let both of his arms fold over her, in the end.