Patience and Grace [Bleach, Jyuushiro/Retsu, NC-17]
Title: Patience and Grace
Author: Me, beautifvl_flaw.
Prompt: Bleach, Ukitake/Unohana: Seduction, Sex Slaves - She had the subtle power and beautiful grace that made any man want to be her slave.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Word count: 1185
Summary: Words were never necessary.
A/N: I don't know whether this is what would have been expected of the prompt, and I'm not 100% happy with the writing, so concrit would be much appreciated. I hope this is okay. Yes, I am very nervous.
Twilight was trickling through the high window when he came to her room. She lay there on her bed, her back to him, absorbed in a book. Often when he came here in the evening she would be reading, although he rarely saw what it was that she read. She turned to him, stretching out on her back and the dusk highlighted the contours of her nude body perfectly.
She stood gracefully and walked towards him as she always did, hands outstretched, beckoning him into her room. Her dark hair fell loose about her shoulders, some tumbling forward over her chest and down to her hips. A lock of hair that followed the curve of her breast held him still for a moment before he pulled his eyes back to her smiling face. He followed her back to the bed, his hand in hers, watching her hair sway to and fro as she walked.
Reclined on her bed once more, her kind smile was expectant. He shed his uniform quickly and felt her gaze on each patch of his skin as it was revealed. She leant to kiss him when he joined her on the bed, lips against his gently but surely before she shifted back slowly to relax against the wall at the head of the bed. Her eyes met his, again with an expectant expression, and he crawled towards her.
He came to her feet first and gave a barely-there kiss to each toe. His tongue followed the arch slowly until she pointed her foot to him and he took the cue to trace a slow path with his lips over the top of her foot and shin, working to the inside her knee. He followed her inner thigh until her hand was smoothing over his hair, guiding him outwards again. Butterfly kisses gave way to more heated presses of his lips against her fair skin and the hand that was not supporting him followed the course of his mouth with less care than he had intended. Her thighs were soft beneath the fingers that he pressed to her skin more firmly than necessary.
His head found a resting place against her hip. It was where his head leant naturally when he was on his knees before her, and as always he wanted so much to part her legs and please her. He knew she would not wish him to so soon, so he distracted himself with the smell of herbal soap and incense that clung to her skin in the evening. He was somewhat sorry that he could already smell on her skin the oil that he sometimes rubbed in for her. He would have liked to have applied it for her this evening. His hands gliding easily over her skin, warm and supple from her soak in the bath was maybe one of the most sensual things he did for her. To explore every part of her body, careful and thorough and ease her day's weariness made her breathing slow and easy in stark contrast to his own.
He kissed her hip, a slow and gentle passing of his lips over the bone while one hand reached up to caress her waist, the other rested upon her thigh. She smoothed his hair to fall to one side of him like a sweeping curtain and slid her hand along his spine, pulling him forward. His tongue dragged over her as she guided him to lay beside her. She planted a kiss on his forehead as it inclined to press his lips to her breast. Her intake of breath was sudden and deep. He felt the shiver through her body when his fingers danced up her ribs. He ventured to caress her breast as his tongue darted out over her nipple, rough and quick to draw a gasp from her and then more slowly.
Her eyes were closed and her eyes fallen so that only a hint of it remained on her soft lips. The firm grip on his shoulder urged him to continue. His kisses formed a winding line to her shoulders and a slight tilt of her head led him to trail his tongue over her neck, his body against hers as he leant over her. Her arms surrounded him and his hips moved forward involuntarily, pressing him against her.
A smile brushed his cheek and her hands were at his shoulders, guiding him slowly down her body over breasts to rest his cheek against her and kiss about her navel. His hands fell to the curve of her hips as she guided him low enough that hair brushed his cheek when he kissed the very top of her thigh. The sigh when she pushed him yet lower was unintentional but it seemed to amuse her, judging by the smile in her eyes. He returned to his path down her thighs to her knees again as she showed him, now unable to ignore his desire to lay between her thighs .
She bent her knees as his mouth reached them and he continued down until he was at her feet once more. As soon as he had laid one kiss upon her skin, they were gone again, raised up skyward and he stopped to start at her. All of her visible to him, the body laid over a fan of her long waves a perfect definition of feminine grace.
Her foot was beneath his chin, angling it gently toward the other. He knelt to kiss them, but he felt his patience wavering. His downward path along her legs was urgent and careless. She made no protest and instead lowered her legs to the bed, parted around him and he needed no guidance when he kissed between them gently.
The first stroke of his tongue was careful. Her hips rose to meet it and a soft moan fell from her as both hands tangled in his hair. Her breathing quickened, hands pulling harder at his hair. He breathed in the smell of her skin and the taste of her. His fingers slid easily over her, dipping inside for only a teasing moment as he knew she would like. Her thighs shook slightly as her hips raised again to his mouth. Her gasps had little rhythm left when his tongue brushed swiftly where his fingers had been. Her heel dug into his back as her body rose again and again, tensing each time he licked slowly over her. Moans fell from her parted lips, less and less inhibited until her shoulders shuddered up away from the bed.
Her breath was short when her hands came to his hair. He was guided to crawl over her body, laying with his skin against hers. Their lips met, and her hand reached between them and his own breaths became ragged as hers had been just been just moments before. His hands pressed against the bed and dimly he hoped that he was not pulling her hair uncomfortably before the pleasure overwhelmed him and he moaned against her neck before collapsing to the side of her, breathless.
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Author: Me, beautifvl_flaw.
Prompt: Bleach, Ukitake/Unohana: Seduction, Sex Slaves - She had the subtle power and beautiful grace that made any man want to be her slave.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Word count: 1185
Summary: Words were never necessary.
A/N: I don't know whether this is what would have been expected of the prompt, and I'm not 100% happy with the writing, so concrit would be much appreciated. I hope this is okay. Yes, I am very nervous.
Twilight was trickling through the high window when he came to her room. She lay there on her bed, her back to him, absorbed in a book. Often when he came here in the evening she would be reading, although he rarely saw what it was that she read. She turned to him, stretching out on her back and the dusk highlighted the contours of her nude body perfectly.
She stood gracefully and walked towards him as she always did, hands outstretched, beckoning him into her room. Her dark hair fell loose about her shoulders, some tumbling forward over her chest and down to her hips. A lock of hair that followed the curve of her breast held him still for a moment before he pulled his eyes back to her smiling face. He followed her back to the bed, his hand in hers, watching her hair sway to and fro as she walked.
Reclined on her bed once more, her kind smile was expectant. He shed his uniform quickly and felt her gaze on each patch of his skin as it was revealed. She leant to kiss him when he joined her on the bed, lips against his gently but surely before she shifted back slowly to relax against the wall at the head of the bed. Her eyes met his, again with an expectant expression, and he crawled towards her.
He came to her feet first and gave a barely-there kiss to each toe. His tongue followed the arch slowly until she pointed her foot to him and he took the cue to trace a slow path with his lips over the top of her foot and shin, working to the inside her knee. He followed her inner thigh until her hand was smoothing over his hair, guiding him outwards again. Butterfly kisses gave way to more heated presses of his lips against her fair skin and the hand that was not supporting him followed the course of his mouth with less care than he had intended. Her thighs were soft beneath the fingers that he pressed to her skin more firmly than necessary.
His head found a resting place against her hip. It was where his head leant naturally when he was on his knees before her, and as always he wanted so much to part her legs and please her. He knew she would not wish him to so soon, so he distracted himself with the smell of herbal soap and incense that clung to her skin in the evening. He was somewhat sorry that he could already smell on her skin the oil that he sometimes rubbed in for her. He would have liked to have applied it for her this evening. His hands gliding easily over her skin, warm and supple from her soak in the bath was maybe one of the most sensual things he did for her. To explore every part of her body, careful and thorough and ease her day's weariness made her breathing slow and easy in stark contrast to his own.
He kissed her hip, a slow and gentle passing of his lips over the bone while one hand reached up to caress her waist, the other rested upon her thigh. She smoothed his hair to fall to one side of him like a sweeping curtain and slid her hand along his spine, pulling him forward. His tongue dragged over her as she guided him to lay beside her. She planted a kiss on his forehead as it inclined to press his lips to her breast. Her intake of breath was sudden and deep. He felt the shiver through her body when his fingers danced up her ribs. He ventured to caress her breast as his tongue darted out over her nipple, rough and quick to draw a gasp from her and then more slowly.
Her eyes were closed and her eyes fallen so that only a hint of it remained on her soft lips. The firm grip on his shoulder urged him to continue. His kisses formed a winding line to her shoulders and a slight tilt of her head led him to trail his tongue over her neck, his body against hers as he leant over her. Her arms surrounded him and his hips moved forward involuntarily, pressing him against her.
A smile brushed his cheek and her hands were at his shoulders, guiding him slowly down her body over breasts to rest his cheek against her and kiss about her navel. His hands fell to the curve of her hips as she guided him low enough that hair brushed his cheek when he kissed the very top of her thigh. The sigh when she pushed him yet lower was unintentional but it seemed to amuse her, judging by the smile in her eyes. He returned to his path down her thighs to her knees again as she showed him, now unable to ignore his desire to lay between her thighs .
She bent her knees as his mouth reached them and he continued down until he was at her feet once more. As soon as he had laid one kiss upon her skin, they were gone again, raised up skyward and he stopped to start at her. All of her visible to him, the body laid over a fan of her long waves a perfect definition of feminine grace.
Her foot was beneath his chin, angling it gently toward the other. He knelt to kiss them, but he felt his patience wavering. His downward path along her legs was urgent and careless. She made no protest and instead lowered her legs to the bed, parted around him and he needed no guidance when he kissed between them gently.
The first stroke of his tongue was careful. Her hips rose to meet it and a soft moan fell from her as both hands tangled in his hair. Her breathing quickened, hands pulling harder at his hair. He breathed in the smell of her skin and the taste of her. His fingers slid easily over her, dipping inside for only a teasing moment as he knew she would like. Her thighs shook slightly as her hips raised again to his mouth. Her gasps had little rhythm left when his tongue brushed swiftly where his fingers had been. Her heel dug into his back as her body rose again and again, tensing each time he licked slowly over her. Moans fell from her parted lips, less and less inhibited until her shoulders shuddered up away from the bed.
Her breath was short when her hands came to his hair. He was guided to crawl over her body, laying with his skin against hers. Their lips met, and her hand reached between them and his own breaths became ragged as hers had been just been just moments before. His hands pressed against the bed and dimly he hoped that he was not pulling her hair uncomfortably before the pleasure overwhelmed him and he moaned against her neck before collapsing to the side of her, breathless.
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