RenxRuki Vice Captain Relations Lemon NC17 version
Title Vice Captain Relations Lemon
Pairing: RenjixRukia
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: Lemon and language
Word count: approx 6000
Spoilers: Soul Society, Bount Arc
Summary: This is the NC 17 version of what could have happened between Renji and Rukia in the tea ceremony room. Posted for snowzapped since she wanted to see this version.
a/N I have included dialogue leading up to it and after it to give the proper 'framing' for the chapter. So if you recognize a great deal of the part leading up to it, you'll know why
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Approximately ten minutes passed while Rukia reviewed the ceremony in her mind. Arranged were two elaborate cups, one opposite the other. She checked the small pot steeping on the miniburner immediately to her right, seeing it was filled and ready. Immediately before her, she ran her fingers over the lacquer red box decorated with the black symbol of the Kuchiki clan. Carefully opening the lid, she saw the loose powdered dry leaves, smelling a hint of oolong. Its scent transported her temporarily back to a slew of memories of posture training in a flurry of servants.
“Rukia-sama, your guest is arrived,” announced a familiar voice. Rukia snapped her head up to see the main servant of the house in his blue silk kimono and neat robes. Deferentially he looked away from her direct gaze.
“Show him in,” Rukia answered. “But first a question…”
“Yes milady?” asked the servant.
“Is there any word from my esteemed brother regarding the length of his meeting?”
“No word milady. Be assured we shall alert you at the appropriate time.” He inclined his head.
“Very well. If all is prepared, I would prefer to attend to this guest alone,” said Rukia, feeling the weight of her responsibility firmly on her shoulders.
“Your ladyship certainly will not object to being consulted in a timely fashion for any need?”
“You may do so, but discretely,” Rukia answered. “But only one servant.”
“Excuse me,” someone else coughed, pushing the door open. Rukia shivered to hear an even more familiar voice from behind it. “Can I ask what the big hold up is?”
“Abarai-fukitaicho-dono, forgive me, but you have not been admitted yet,” the servant turned to him. Rukia’s eyes widened discernibly seeing Renji standing there erect yet in casual clothes.
“It’s all right,” Rukia answered her mind a blur. Just what was this all about? Not wanting to attract undue attention she said, “Send him in…”
Renji hardly waited as he strode around the servant, dark eyes sweeping the room. Just his intense gaze caused her to shiver, but she gave no outward sign she was the least bit moved by his presence. Still her hands trembled a bit. “Milady,” he nodded to her.
“Leave us now,” Rukia answered, sweeping one arm dismissively. In a quick bustle of silk the help scurried off, sliding shut the door behind them.
Renji remained standing until the door slid shut, glancing down at Rukia with a quizzical glance. She kept a straight face for as long as she could before glaring up at him. “All right, what’s going on here?”
“Your brother asked me to wait here till he called for me is all,” Renji shrugged. “I’m as surprised as you are!”
“Surprised is an understatement! What exactly did he tell you you were going to be doing here with me?”
“Uh, watching you perform a tea ceremony,” Renji shrugged, and then grinned jauntily. “So here I am.”
“Kneel down here you idiot,” Rukia relented, shaking her head. She giggled at the strangeness of the situation. Although Renji seemed nicely garbed, something about his outlandish spiked hairdo and his very presence still seemed alien in this world.
“So what have you got for me?”
“You sure you want the answer to that,” she shot back. “Remember where we are.”
“How can I not remember? Sheesh, this place feels like a freakin’ museum. Did at first, and still does. Doesn’t anything CHANGE around here?” Renji shook his head. “I haven’t seen this part of the house in five years!”
“Well here we are,” Rukia answered, not sure of what to say to that. His joking falling flat, Renji awkwardly strode over, still holding her in his gaze. Quietly he lowered himself to kneel opposite her, licking his lips a bit.
“I guess we’d better see ya get on with it. Kuchiki told me to mind my manners so I am. But I gotta admit I’ve never seen you do this,” he said.
“There won’t be a quiz after, Renji,” Rukia answered, her sleeves rustling lightly.
“Aww damn, and I was all set to take notes,” Renji teased, almost setting his hands on the table before jerking them away and putting them on his knees.
Hot water dribbled from the bamboo ladle as Rukia poured it into the wide mouthed bowl. Gracefully she set the end down, then let her fingers slide up to lean the handle of it just so. Opposite her, Renji watched with interest, his dark brown eyes fixated on how different she looked with her hair pinned back with expensive ivory combs. The old ritual was something she had learned as a Kuchiki, and as a member of society. Though the man she was preparing it for was someone she had known her whole life, there were sides to him she was still discovering after all this time.
“Ya look nice in that color. Goes with your eyes,” Renji said voice low and hoarse.
“I can change the outfit, but I can’t pull them out of my head. Your taste still leaves much to be desired though,” Rukia answered, nodding at his outfit, a white silk kimono festooned with pink flowers. She saw a tantalizing hint of the black squared off markings of ink on his left and right pectoral muscles.
“Hey it was the only thing I had clean,” he answered, eyes following as she stirred the leaves in with a wooden whisk, her small wrists white and graceful in the sleeves of that purple kimono with white flowers.
“Where the hell is everyone?” she mumbled, glancing around. Here they were alone in one of the many comfortable rooms of her home. Rukia thought this was one strange way to celebrate the first mutual night off together in their varied shifts. Considering her recent promotion as a vice captain their ranks were equal.
“Damned if I know,” Renji answered, looking rather flummoxed himself.
“I’m not even supposed to be here anyway. First night off I get as a Vice captain and I’m playing hostess. What’s YOUR excuse?” she teased, realizing he caught her staring at his robe more loosely belted with the black sash. She pouted at the fact that bandages hid any markings lower down.
“Your brother insisted I should stay here till he called for me. Said he had some strategies to go over when he finished with your Captain.” Renji shrugged.
“Not much of a night out, is it?” Rukia mumbled, glancing around.
“Ahh well it’d just be another night out with Shuuhi, Ran and Kira getting plastered anyway,” Renji shrugged and chuckled. “Sides it’s nice to see you again fer a change. I mean even though we’re waiting for our respective captains to come get us.”
“I’d be out drinking with Kiyone and Isane. They said they’d take me out when I was promoted. Sentaro had to include himself on the plans, plus a few of the other seated officers in my squad,” Rukia chuckled. “But you don’t say no to my brother.”
“You don’t say,” Renji chuckled, squirming as he sat back on his ankles again, though he needed no reason to move because he was already kneeling. Leaf shaped shadows waved from behind the rice paper screens of the room, indicating only a gentle wind blew outside. A hint of silvery moonlight beamed through one window propped open with a single beam.
“I’m surprised my brother hasn’t sent for me yet, or a servant. Wasn’t this official business? He did say to keep you entertained till we were called for,” Rukia muttered, glancing suspiciously around.
“Well he did have that captain’s meeting, and you have been entertaining me.” Renji stirred a bit as he knelt and rested his hands on his thighs.
“If you think quaffing tea is entertaining, you’re not the Renji Abarai I know,” Rukia stuck her tongue out at him. Slowly she picked up the cup of tea, and turned it a few circuits before handing it to him.
“Actually I’m kinda glad you got ‘stuck’ entertaining me,” Renji laughed, leaning forwards a bit to accept the cup. Before sipping it, he repeated Rukia’s motion, the cup comically small in his large hands compared to how it had appeared in hers.
“I’m impressed you made it this far into the house. I don’t know what’s gotten into my brother lately,” she chuckled. “Perhaps Ichigo has corrupted him?”
“I know. It is the only place he’d let me be alone with you. Hell the only person he’d allow alone in the same damn room without killin’ em or having ME watch them,” he murmured.
“What was that?” she asked, dropping the whisk. She saw the guilt flashing across his face as he coughed and pounded his chest.
“Nothing, it was nothing. Just joking.”
“Then what’s with that smug look?” she asked suspiciously, noticing the effort he made to keep a smirk off his face. The way in which he waved his hands around in the air reminded her of a referee she had seen in the living world when attending a soccer game with Ichigo and company.
“Oh, only that yer brother was kinda happy I kept other people away from ya. Spared him the trouble of usin’ Senbonzakura,” Renji admitted.
“You and Nii-sama put the fear of Kami into everyone? Tell me something I haven’t already guessed, Renji. Perhaps tell me why he suddenly seems to think it’s important for me to entertain his Fukitaicho?” Rukia asked.
“Damned if I know, Rukia. All he told me was to wait here until he called for me. He didn’t say anything about you bein’ the one doin’ the entertaining. Not that kind of entertain’ mind ya.” Renji quickly waved his hands to ward off any perverted suggestions.
“You’re the one with the dirty mind, not me.” Rukia cast him a withering glance, but suppressed the urge to giggle.
“Looks like yer have to put up with me for a little while tonight.”
“Oh joy,” she answered, but then felt a secret thrill. “Lucky me.”
“Don’t look so disappointed,” he whispered, suddenly getting off his knees, walking on them around the table. He stopped at her left, his body heat radiating in the large dimly lit room.
“I could say the same for you,” she murmured, as his hand extended, tall body blocking the light shining through the rice paper screen walls. Even kneeling he was a good head taller, so she was eclipsed in his shadow. Rough fingers caressed with great delicacy, while his other hand landed on her shoulder and pulled her around.
“An since we’re alone together, I see no reason not to make the most of it,” Renji murmured.
“With my brother and captain still in the house? Are you quite mad?”
“As long as we’re both careful,” Renji whispered.
Automatically her hands pressed to his chest and she closed her eyes. Sure enough, he seized her against his body and tugged her forward. Grabbing the front of his kimono Rukia leaned into his embrace. Only a split second later she felt the press of lips against hers, awakening a host of hidden emotions that exploded.
The need to be touched and touch someone else intensified the sensations of Renji sliding his hand around her back and rubbing it. Alternatively, the careful measured manner he kissed her as if tasting her lips only without aggressively forcing her mouth apart. Just the smallest contact of his hand through her clothes sent tingling shivers that shook her completely small body.
For a second his mouth lingered on hers, and she slid her arm up around his neck to rub it. Chest aching for air she opened her lips on his, tasting something uniquely him, desiring far more. Then cold air touched her hungry lips, an uncomfortable contrast that missed him.
“Ya liked that?” he whispered, his chest rising and falling against hers.
“Mmm,” she answered, brushing her cheek to his and leaning closer.
“Different huh? I know it’s weird the first few times, but believe me ya get the hang of it soon enough,” he chuckled, voice quavering a bit. His muscles twitched and she could tell from the tension that he was terrified of screwing up.
Oh no, what do I do? Rukia panicked. That kiss was something she had waited decades for, but if he had any inkling she had done this with anyone else would he reject her? She assumed Renji had been with women before, and would naturally assume she remained untouched. How much initiative could she take that would assault his pride and drive him away? Damn why were things so complicated?
“What do I do?” she whispered aloud.
“Just relax. Ya trust me don’t ya?” he purred in her ear, reaching over to grasp her waist. His gentle insistent tug forward prompted Rukia to straddle his bent knees.
“Yes, but my brother…”
“If he left us in the same room together and isn’t comin’ here now, I think he’d send someone. I’m willin’ t’ take the chance,” he murmured.
“True,” Rukia panted. Right now, she had no desire to be interrupted.
“We’ve gone through enough not t’ be a little selfish. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. An’ so far I’ve done nothin’ that warrants compromising your safety,” he said, moaning slightly in pleasure when she settled comfortably there. The lack of friction of silk against silk slipped against his, making her slide backwards until he caught her and steadied her with a hand on the small of her back.
“Like I’d let you do anything stupid Renji.”
Rukia clenched a handful of cloth, tugging herself up so she sat with her chest flush against him. Still kneeling Renji dipped his head down, angling it to the side. Again, she closed her eyes, instinctively moving her head the opposite way and anticipating the next few seconds. This time the pressure of his tongue gliding along the front of her mouth startled her, prompting her to clench her thighs closer to his.
Dominantly his tongue glided against hers, coaxing her mouth open so their breaths merged. Hungrily she moved her tongue around his, meeting him on equal terms. Darkness and shadow denied the view of his eyes or body, intensifying the feel of his fingers combing through her hair or the heat building between their tightly pressed bodies.
Gasping, their lips parted and she rested her forehead against something cloth covered. His hot breaths pulsed against her skin, while she felt his heart pounding in his chest at a frenetic pace. Giddy she felt as if she had downed a whole bottle of sake, but was sober and aware of each caress of his hands and fingers on her body.
“See ya learn fast,” he chuckled.
“Yes,” she answered, cutting off the words that threatened to spill off her tongue. This was not the first time she had kissed someone. Alternatively, felt the heat of a man’s burning desire drawing them together past friendship. Instead of being caught off guard, she was able to enjoy it.
However when Renji had gone to kiss her, she remembered something she would have rather forgotten that transpired between her and ichigo. In an awkward fit of emotion to try and comfort her he had stolen her first kiss and his own. How could she tell Renji?
How he could assume she had never had experience with a kiss, Rukia wondered. Closing her eyes at the intense sensation of sensitive fingertips sweeping over her cheek, she swallowed her guilt. Unfortunately, it bobbed up stubbornly from beneath the arousal tingling over every inch of her body. Renji was here and now, grasping her face between his hands while brushing his lips delicately over hers. Almost as if he was afraid, that he would break her.
“Are ya all right Rukia? I didn’t do something you weren’t ready for did I?” Renji’s voice jarred her out of the memories. Rukia shivered, blinking against a hard surface she knew very well.
“No… it’s fine,” she answered, wondering how long she had sat there on his lap, cradled in his arms as she rested her head on his shoulder.
“Ya had me worried. Ya went awful quiet.”
“You saying I talk too much?” she murmured, kissing his robe-covered shoulder.
“Walked right into that one,” he answered his laughter a familiar sound.
Rukia laughed with him for a time, relaxing in his embrace. Her breath hitched when she felt pressure on her backside from his strong large fingers. In retaliation, she slid her hand into the collar of his robe and massaged the base of his neck firmly. At the same time, she shifted in his lap, rocking down with an exaggerated motion that incited a moan.
“Nice,” he gasped. “Better than I ever imagined.”
“What’s that?”
“Here with you. Way better than any dream,” he whispered, nipping lightly on her sensitive ear.
“Same here,” she answered, feeling no guilt or shame in someone sharing themselves this way. Someone had opened up the frozen feelings, giving her the ability to accept what Renji so freely offered. The motion of warm lips and a low arousing hum. Again his tongue traced along her lips, coaxing them apart as his hands massaged her shoulders with soothing strokes. Hard muscular thighs shifted between her legs, rubbing in a delicious manner that made Rukia shiver.
“Something wrong?” he asked, pressing kisses to her forehead.
“Yes and no,” she answered.
“Want to talk about it? Or not?” he asked.
“I’m not sure,” she confessed, her voice sounding vulnerable.
“Something IS wrong,” he said with concern, his grip on her tightening.
“How big a deal, is a first kiss?” she breathed. Renji’s grip on her relaxed, his hands retreating to lightly rest on her waist.
“What brought that on?” Renji laughed. “Why? Ya worried that this isn’t special to me. Because it means everything.”
“Yes… that’s it. I mean… it’s one thing for a guy to brag about how many girls he’s kissed, but if a woman were to boast the same fact or figure, the man usually assumes she’s a harlot,” Rukia answered.
“Are ya worried because yer thinking this isn’t my first kiss?” Renji asked, stroking her back.
“Uh huh,” Rukia answered.
“It’s my first kiss that really matters,” Renji answered.
“Is that so? It doesn’t matter to me who you’ve kissed before Renji,” Rukia said quickly, swallowing the lump in her throat.
“Man that lets me off the hook then. You had me worried for a minute there Rukia that I was going to say something wrong,” he breathed a sigh of relief.
“You mean putting your foot in your big fat mouth like you normally do.” Rukia used humor to try to push away the feelings that plagued her.
“You didn’t seem to mind my mouth a few minutes ago, Shorty.”
“Says you, pineapple head,” Rukia teased back.
“Aww and I thought I’d set the mood right. Jeez Rukia, you always start callin’ people names when things get serious. Something bugging ya?”
“Yes… I just… well… Renji… you, this, all for a perfect mood. Just to get a kiss with me… it‘s so romantic I’m wondering where the Renji I know was taken away and who you are.”
“You don’t haveta worry. I wouldn’t have known it was yer first,” he answered.
“My first…”
“First kiss Rukia. And one to remember,” he said with pride.
Oh no, Rukia groaned inwardly, realizing he seemed quite happy with how things were going. Self confident and glowing with the fact he’d accomplished some victory. What could she say? Renji had provided a way out that could make her feel far easier with the fact this wasn’t her first kiss. How easy it would be to say nothing. That it was not a big deal she had kissed Ichigo first, because this was her first one that MATTERED with Renji, the man she loved.
It is not that simple. It never is, Rukia, and you know it. Damn emotions. They just continue to get in the way.
“I…well… I asked you because this wasn’t my first kiss,” Rukia confessed, biting her lip. She could just feel the muscles in Renji’s jaw tightening along with the pissed off frown covering his face. Yes, he was jealous.
“So who was it?” He answered.
Rukia scrambled off his lap, and slumped onto her knees frustrated. “I just knew you’d get pissed off! You are such a typical MAN about it! You’re asking because you want to go beat the daylights out of him!”
Rukia saw Renji blushing fiercely as he yelled, “But it’s different with us guys!”
Slapping her hands on her thighs she countered, “Bullshit it is! Such a double standard! Don’t give me that!”
“Was it Ichigo? Is that why you didn’t wanna tell me at first?”
Anger replaced the guilt that squirmed in Rukia‘s gut now. She felt her temperature boiling as hot as Renji‘s red hair. That moment her muscles in her forearms twitched with the effort to keep from punching him. “Yes it was! In addition, I didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did! How the hell was I supposed to know?”
“Damn kid, I just fucking KNEW it,” Renji growled. “Stupid punk… I aughta…”
“Oh don’t even start with that, Renji! It didn’t matter! And besides, you took forty years to get up the nerve to kiss me!” snapped Rukia as she poked her finger into his chest sharply.
“I was waiting for the right time!”
Rukia folded her arms across her chest and snorted, “I’d have to wait forever then?”
“How the hell could I kiss you with your overprotective brother from HELL as my commanding captain, and you almost putting my ass through a wall when I’ve tried putting moves on you before huh?”
Renji slammed his hand down on the table, rattling the china. Unimpressed Rukia straightened up on her knees and shoved her face right into his. “Well you were the one who kept away from me, so how did I even know you were interested?”
Violently Renji combed one hand through his hair, almost pulling it out of his ponytail in frustration. “Because Kira told me to, that’s why! He said it’d be less of a hassle! I DID see you now and again! But you were always being watched! I had to prove to captain Kuchiki all this time that I was worthy of you! Doesn’t that count for something?”
“You’re just pissed that Ichigo beat you to it!” Rukia glared at him, grabbing the front of his gaudy kimono, and tugging it in her frustration.
“You’re damn RIGHT I’m pissed,” he answered voice dropping in volume, face inches from hers. “And it hurts, Rukia. It really hurts.”
“Don’t you think I knew you’d get like this? How hard it was not to tell you? You’re always blowing your top at the least provocation!”
“Well this is a HELL of a time to find out, Rukia!”
Rukia twisted the cloth between her fingers as she turned her face away, unable to look him in the face. “I just wanted to be honest, Renji. I hate hiding things from you.”
Releasing the cloth, she backed away from him, and then turned around. She bit her wrist so hard she tasted blood in her effort to stop from sobbing. Damn it she hated crying. She was too proud to let him see she was crying as she started to plunk the tea ceremony items back onto the lacquer tray. She heard nothing but silence behind her, convinced that Renji was either ignoring her or stewing.
“Aww now come on, don’t get all upset… can you blame me for being jealous?” Renji sighed as he reached over and took hold of her shoulders. Rukia felt him rubbing them soothingly, feeling tears burning in her eyes.
“You are such a jerk Renji,” Rukia murmured, burying her face in his chest. Leaning back, Renji shifted and sat down so he could pull Rukia between his legs and hug her more comfortingly.
“Hey don’t cry now… I didn’t mean to…”
“And I’m not crying.”
“Of course you’re not. Can’t have a Kuchiki clan member crying.”
“Shut up, you clueless hardheaded dumbass,” she said, voice muffled in his kimono.
“Aw would at least look at me?” he urged, kissing the top of her head. “I’m sorry I lost it Rukia. I was jealous of the kid, but I’m not gonna hurt him over it. It is kinda my fault I took so damn long to get around to this.”
“Just think how Ichigo must feel. Now he has to worry about whether to tell Orihime or not about me, you clod,” Rukia answered, still not looking up at him. Fiercely she gripped the front of his robe again, turning her head to the side. A hard bony chin rested on the top of her head, while she felt his strong powerful arms bind her to his body.
“I didn’t think of that. Besides, serve him right. I’m sure you had no idea he was gonna pull a stunt like that and it sounds like he caught ya off guard,” Renji murmured.
“He did, actually. I was too shocked to do anything.”
“In that gigai stealing your powers I shouldn’t blame you…”
“I would have put him through a wall, but I didn’t want his idiot father finding me there in his room,” Rukia half joked, but the laugh from Renji told him he was taking it seriously. “But I’d rather it never happened.”
“Sounds fine to me. An knowing Inoue, best she not know about it either, considerin’ she’s a woman and I figure…”
“And don’t give me that line of shit about it being different because Ichigo’s a boy, Renji. It will be a great cause of disagreement because he is so sentimental about these things. I know he’ll feel as guilty as I do about it.”
“I’m tired of hearing about the kids and their problems. I’d much rather talk more about forgetting it happened,” Renji murmured. “I won’t tell if you don’t, an likewise. Just knowing he’s carryin’ that’s good enough fer me to stop bein’ pissed at him for long.”
Rukia tipped her head back, and seized his cheeks. Before Renji could say anything else she silenced him with her mouth angling overtop his. The resulting mumble in her throat combined with the satisfaction of a low hum of pleasure he gave her when she rubbed his sideburns. Here Rukia felt his long fingers wrap around her hips, accompanied by the sensation of her body lifting. She again felt herself being lowered to straddle his hard thighs again when he brought his knees together. Finally, she found a good way to shut him up before he made a fool of himself. Fingers found the combs in her hair and she felt the sensation of her hair dropping around the sides of her face again.
Two can play at that game, she thought, snaking her fingers up and slipping them under his headband. As his mouth slid out from under hers and he allowed her tongue to assault his mouth, Rukia pushed the band of cloth up and over so it caught on his topknot. He removed one hand from around her waist, and she heard the snap of him pulling out his hair tie, followed by the soft brush of his hair falling over and around their faces.
Curiosity ran rampant in Rukia’s mind for she was eager to try all those things that Matsumoto and others claimed were fun and entertaining. Softly Renji’s lips glided over hers, his strong arms tipping her back as he shifted his hips. She sighed with delight feeling one of those hands slipping between them to glide over her chest. In response, she pushed her hand between his robe and chest, rubbing and massaging where the ink started. Renji’s hands caught on the soft silk, as did hers, both of them exploring their vastly different bodies in the cool darkness of the room.
Midway in the next kiss, their lips moved apart, both panting. Rukia laid her head on his shoulder, feeling him kissing at her ear while massaging her chest sensually. However, he kept his hands away from her lower half, just as she seemed to do. Instead, she wrapped her legs loosely around his waist, gasping at the friction generated by rubbing her womanhood along his thighs. “Damn, I want more,” she found herself saying.
“I know, but I don’t wanna get you in trouble. Kami I want you so bad, Rukia. Always have, but I don’t… want to blow this,” Renji whispered.
“I understand,” Rukia answered, choosing to sit quietly in his arms and nibble at his neck. Both stopped because they felt the shifting of minute reiatsu coming close. Reluctantly Renji helped her off his lap, both of them struggling to straighten one another up. Finding his hair tie, Rukia helped him secure it again as he slicked his hands along it. Likewise, Renji helped her find her combs, pushing them back into her hair in some semblance of the elaborate coif she had before. No stranger to fixing hair, Renji soon had it close to as it was before. Pulling his robe shut, she chuckled when he tried to do the same to hers.
***
By the time the door slid open they were in their former positions. “Milady is all in order?” he asked.
“Y… yes… but if you’ve food, be quick and leave it,” Rukia answered. Catching Renji’s grin she continued, “We’ve both quite hungry.”
“Thank Kami, they’ve food,” Renji mumbled, his stomach rumbling. Tensely they waited for the trays to be set down on their red stands, then breathed a sigh of relief when they were again left alone.
“I hate interruptions,” Rukia grumbled. Immediately Renji attacked a plate of steaming hot food, half on his way to filling that empty hole Rukia figured was present.
“Well I’ll forgive em since its to feed us,” Renji answered, bits of rice falling on his chest. He wiped them away quickly, seeing Rukia watching him.
“No matter how many of those damn tattoos you get you still remind me of that kid I met years ago,” Rukia answered, reaching for her own portions.
“You look as damn cute as you ever were. Just took me half a damn lifetime to realize it,” Renji answered.
“Idiot,” Rukia answered, feeling her heart swelling with affection.
“I’ve an idea,” Renji chuckled, as she ran her hand along his robe clad leg.
“Mmm?”
“Keep our clothes on, an’ do a little playin’ to see how we can keep from messing things up. So your brother doesn’t suspect a thing,” Renji smirked.
Food platters were put aside as Rukia and Renji crawled over to one another. Carefully Renji repositioned the cushions to the left of the table, while Rukia placed the dishes far away, neatly stacked. “Don’t want anything to break, because you’re so damn clumsy.”
“Who’s clumsy?” he answered.
“You,” Rukia answered, crawling into his lap again. Arms wrapped around his neck at the same time he embraced her. Again, she straddled his bent knees, rubbing deliciously against him to sate the itching burn there. His head angled down while hers leaned up, their mouths merging hungrily. On his questing tongue, she tasted red bean paste along with other rich spices.
This time his hand wandered from her neck, sliding stealthily down between their bodies. Two strong rough fingers rubbed at the junction of her legs, causing Rukia to shiver. “Wait,” she whispered.
“Sorry…” he apologized, surprised her hand still held his wrist instead of pushing him away.
“Shut up, and let me try something,” Rukia hissed his apology away. His tension vanished when she turned around in his lap and sat with her back facing him.
“Ah,” Renji mumbled, directly into her ear when she grabbed his hand and pushed it down where it was before. Scooting back in his lap she rubbed her bottom over the once soft bulge she now felt hardening. His resulting groan told her he knew exactly what she wanted. Especially when he slipped his fingers between her legs, pushing aside all but the last garment in his way.
“There?” Renji whispered hoarsely, tickling her ear.
“Yes… right there,” Rukia whispered back, her voice shifting into a yelp. Deliciously he rubbed at the acing spot, with a steady pressure. Shifting back, she bumped against his groin.
“Ohh damn, that felt good,” he whispered back. Again, she felt his fingers brushing through cloth, blood pumping in her ears as it rushed from all parts of her body.
“It’s all here, right there at your fingers,” she whispered.
“Mmm, so wet…” he growled, tip of the tongue brushing her earlobe. She squeaked as the edge of his teeth abraded her bare neck.
“Not so hard, softer,” she urged.
“Like that?” Renji murmured, switching to a more teasing feather light stroke.
“Ohhh you bastard that tickles even more,” she yelped, jerking in his arms.
“I wanna see your face when I do that,” Renji whispered, removing his hand and then Rukia felt both of his palms spanning her waist. She felt a lifting sensation, and a slight turn, urging her to again shift to straddle him so they faced one another. Renji moved his legs, so he sat his bottom on the floor on the pillows. Lying back, he put Rukia astride him, and bucked up a bit. She reached behind her and pulled his robe so his legs were bare, and his own undergarment was pressed to hers.
“Showoff,” she answered, grinding down. A few times, they retaliated, each spurring the other to rub more deliciously until Rukia felt moisture spilling around her, soaking his undergarments.
“Mmmm,” he moaned, gripping her hips tightly so she felt the skin would bruise. “Don’t stop…”
Hunger grew between them quickly; she heard her own breath hitching with each new groan out of Renji’s lips. He sat up, while she rubbed his chest and both panted hoarsely. “I can’t stand it. My whole body’s burning thanks to you.”
“You want me to help…”
“Help make it worse or better idiot? I hope not with your fingers!” Rukia moaned, her voice deep, her body aching for some resolution. Feeling his fingers reaching to rub her she shook her head.
“Damn… sorry I pushed so hard…”
“No, don’t you DARE stop, Renji Abarai,” she growled, her heart sinking because he had suddenly lost his nerve.
“My mouth then?” he winked.
“Not that. Time for that later,” Rukia whispered, shaking her head. Renji’s eyes widened and he supported himself by bracing the flats of his hands on the tatami.
“Ya sure?”
“You backing down, mister? Don’t tell me you’re chicken...”
“I’m not chicken, Rukia,” he glared at her, and then chuckled. “Damn I want it too…”
“Do I have to do everything myself you lazy slacker?” Rukia panted, lifting her hips. She watched his eyes blink, his tongue sliding out to lick his lips as she pulled aside her underwear. Still fully clothed, she reached under her.
“Stop, wait…” he gasped.
“Don’t you dare…?”
“Shut up, give me a minute,” Renji argued back. “Geez, can’t ya let a guy make himself ready? Don’t think ya wanna fuck me through my underwear…”
“Crude as ever,” Rukia glared down at him, then caught herself smiling.
“Ya sure?” he asked one last time, freeing himself. She caressed hot slickness, sighing, as it seemed to jump in her hands.
“Does this… answer your question,” she gasped. For a minute they hesitated, Rukia shivering with anticipation. Renji’s fingers plunged up into her core while she held herself up off him, robbing her of the ability to speak.
Instinctively she reached along his dripping wet fingers, sliding her own moisture over his hard length. Neither was sure who moved first, but at the same time Rukia gripped him, she felt his fingers brushing hers as he held her bottom with one hand, and himself in the other.
“Oh… hell,” Rukia choked, feeling him brush her teasingly, then the spread of something impaling her. Breathing in and out quickly she relaxed her body, trying not to tense up as Renji’s hands spanned her hips and held her securely. Bracing her hands on his chest, she remained there, spread wide and aching all over with the intrusion. She felt his own chest rising and falling, his heart hammering just aside of her right hand covering part of the zigzagging inked pattern.
“Rukia…” was all he could stammer out when she felt herself sliding down, and stopping.
“I’m okay,” she gasped, struggling to push herself off while so tightly filled. It whipped the breath from her, the aching burn screaming for more motion, but complaining at pain.
“G… good…” Renji stammered, his whole body shaking. His arms wrapped around her, as Rukia shifted, and she felt him stab up, before moving out. Then he settled one hand on her ass, caressing it while slipping one of his hands under her left knee.
“Oh… that helps,” she gasped with relief, feeling him sliding deliciously deep, and it seemed there was more space inside.
“Ah… ah hell yes… Rukia…” he panted, face contorted in pain, but Rukia knew he was happier then he had ever been.
“Oh damn… oh hell… oh Kami… Renji…” she gritted, her lips moving with the weird sounds she bit back and stifled in her throat.
“So good… so long… wanted… you…”
“Oh yes… I want… more… don’t… oh kami…” she repeated, hushing her voice to a whisper. “Burning… aching… ahhh….”
“Do that… again…” she heard him grunt. Shadows and light merged, along with the tingling ache. So far and so close. Damn she wanted more, and more. Up and spread, crashing down, body slamming into his hips. So small and yet such a huge feeling that burst out from inside.
Then molten hotness flooding through. Sticky, fierce and throbbing. Matching the slickness of something once hard that only softened slightly. A loud sigh, from somewhere inside while her heart pounded double-time and her body burned. That tingling itch shimmered like stardust now, her whole body humming with a different energy and a surge of happiness.
Against her ear, she felt the pulses of Renji’s breath. Bracing himself on his hands, he then collapsed on the pillow with a loud thump and a long luxurious sigh. Sensually he rubbed her hips, tugging her down.
“Oh Rukia, that was… oh damn…” he rumbled, words stringing in nonsensical phrases.
“You dummy,” Rukia answered after a time, enjoying the feeling of sticky hotness even though her hair was untouched.
“What?”
“We could have been doing that for the last thirty years,” Rukia answered, resting her face against his bare chest. Still his robe was half belted, hanging off his dark shoulders. Sitting up again Renji held himself up with hands braced behind him, then curled one arm around her tightly.
“Who cares how long it took. Was damn worth the wait,” Renji answered, kissing her lips lightly before rubbing his cheek to hers. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled something out, and Rukia felt him shift to the side. Slowly he lifted her off him, and set her to the side, turning over himself.
“I think… there are the napkins we both didn’t use, and some hot water left,” she whispered. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the handkerchief she kept there as part of her ensemble.
“Uh huh… wait I’ve got something myself,” Renji murmured, both feeling a surge of awkwardness filling their flushed faces.
Rukia grabbed the kettle and the two discarded napkins, turning around to see Renji already mopping at himself with a loudly colored bandanna. One others neatly folded lay on the floor by him, to Rukia’s amusement.
“Son of a bitch, that’s where those got to,” Rukia blinked.
“Ya never know,” Renji shrugged, tossing her one.
“Here,” Rukia said, walking on her knees to grab one of the cloths, and wet it with some of the warm water still left in the kettle. She passed it to Renji, who was mopping between his legs with the pocket bandanna he kept there.
“Ya gonna be okay?”
“Any hair out of place?” Rukia asked.
“Nah, not bad at all. But yer cheeks are nice and red, and yer lips are all swollen…”
“So are yours, idiot,” Rukia chuckled, Bracing her hand on his shoulder to totter to her feet. Hastily she wiped between her legs, grateful when Renji found more of the elaborate napkins that were hardly used. They were thankful the smell of the spicy food they later masked it with hid any evidence of their true use.
“The pillows seem okay,” Renji said, picking both up and putting them by the table again.
“Good. And the napkins all look like you used them to mop off your messy mouth,” Rukia announced.
“Hey!”
“Food stains. Gotta blame someone,” Rukia grinned, her heart still skipping beats. Inside she felt sticky, but knew the rich perfume she wore would hide any incriminating scent for the time being.
No sooner had Renji scrambled back to his cushion, then they heard the tapping at the door. Rukia hastily knelt herself, and saw the door slide open. Tentatively the servant poked her head through, glancing meekly. “Rukia-sama… your brother requests your presence and that of Abarai-fukaitacho-dono.”
“Right,” Renji panted. Rukia saw his face was still ruddy with their activity, and guessed she must be the same.
“Tell him I’ll be there soon,” Rukia answered.
“He wants to see you now,” answered the servant, her body tense. Quickly she glanced at Renji, who returned her gaze with a small smile.
“We’ll go see what he wants,” he murmured. Climbing to their feet, they followed the servant down the hall.
Pairing: RenjixRukia
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: Lemon and language
Word count: approx 6000
Spoilers: Soul Society, Bount Arc
Summary: This is the NC 17 version of what could have happened between Renji and Rukia in the tea ceremony room. Posted for snowzapped since she wanted to see this version.
a/N I have included dialogue leading up to it and after it to give the proper 'framing' for the chapter. So if you recognize a great deal of the part leading up to it, you'll know why
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Approximately ten minutes passed while Rukia reviewed the ceremony in her mind. Arranged were two elaborate cups, one opposite the other. She checked the small pot steeping on the miniburner immediately to her right, seeing it was filled and ready. Immediately before her, she ran her fingers over the lacquer red box decorated with the black symbol of the Kuchiki clan. Carefully opening the lid, she saw the loose powdered dry leaves, smelling a hint of oolong. Its scent transported her temporarily back to a slew of memories of posture training in a flurry of servants.
“Rukia-sama, your guest is arrived,” announced a familiar voice. Rukia snapped her head up to see the main servant of the house in his blue silk kimono and neat robes. Deferentially he looked away from her direct gaze.
“Show him in,” Rukia answered. “But first a question…”
“Yes milady?” asked the servant.
“Is there any word from my esteemed brother regarding the length of his meeting?”
“No word milady. Be assured we shall alert you at the appropriate time.” He inclined his head.
“Very well. If all is prepared, I would prefer to attend to this guest alone,” said Rukia, feeling the weight of her responsibility firmly on her shoulders.
“Your ladyship certainly will not object to being consulted in a timely fashion for any need?”
“You may do so, but discretely,” Rukia answered. “But only one servant.”
“Excuse me,” someone else coughed, pushing the door open. Rukia shivered to hear an even more familiar voice from behind it. “Can I ask what the big hold up is?”
“Abarai-fukitaicho-dono, forgive me, but you have not been admitted yet,” the servant turned to him. Rukia’s eyes widened discernibly seeing Renji standing there erect yet in casual clothes.
“It’s all right,” Rukia answered her mind a blur. Just what was this all about? Not wanting to attract undue attention she said, “Send him in…”
Renji hardly waited as he strode around the servant, dark eyes sweeping the room. Just his intense gaze caused her to shiver, but she gave no outward sign she was the least bit moved by his presence. Still her hands trembled a bit. “Milady,” he nodded to her.
“Leave us now,” Rukia answered, sweeping one arm dismissively. In a quick bustle of silk the help scurried off, sliding shut the door behind them.
Renji remained standing until the door slid shut, glancing down at Rukia with a quizzical glance. She kept a straight face for as long as she could before glaring up at him. “All right, what’s going on here?”
“Your brother asked me to wait here till he called for me is all,” Renji shrugged. “I’m as surprised as you are!”
“Surprised is an understatement! What exactly did he tell you you were going to be doing here with me?”
“Uh, watching you perform a tea ceremony,” Renji shrugged, and then grinned jauntily. “So here I am.”
“Kneel down here you idiot,” Rukia relented, shaking her head. She giggled at the strangeness of the situation. Although Renji seemed nicely garbed, something about his outlandish spiked hairdo and his very presence still seemed alien in this world.
“So what have you got for me?”
“You sure you want the answer to that,” she shot back. “Remember where we are.”
“How can I not remember? Sheesh, this place feels like a freakin’ museum. Did at first, and still does. Doesn’t anything CHANGE around here?” Renji shook his head. “I haven’t seen this part of the house in five years!”
“Well here we are,” Rukia answered, not sure of what to say to that. His joking falling flat, Renji awkwardly strode over, still holding her in his gaze. Quietly he lowered himself to kneel opposite her, licking his lips a bit.
“I guess we’d better see ya get on with it. Kuchiki told me to mind my manners so I am. But I gotta admit I’ve never seen you do this,” he said.
“There won’t be a quiz after, Renji,” Rukia answered, her sleeves rustling lightly.
“Aww damn, and I was all set to take notes,” Renji teased, almost setting his hands on the table before jerking them away and putting them on his knees.
Hot water dribbled from the bamboo ladle as Rukia poured it into the wide mouthed bowl. Gracefully she set the end down, then let her fingers slide up to lean the handle of it just so. Opposite her, Renji watched with interest, his dark brown eyes fixated on how different she looked with her hair pinned back with expensive ivory combs. The old ritual was something she had learned as a Kuchiki, and as a member of society. Though the man she was preparing it for was someone she had known her whole life, there were sides to him she was still discovering after all this time.
“Ya look nice in that color. Goes with your eyes,” Renji said voice low and hoarse.
“I can change the outfit, but I can’t pull them out of my head. Your taste still leaves much to be desired though,” Rukia answered, nodding at his outfit, a white silk kimono festooned with pink flowers. She saw a tantalizing hint of the black squared off markings of ink on his left and right pectoral muscles.
“Hey it was the only thing I had clean,” he answered, eyes following as she stirred the leaves in with a wooden whisk, her small wrists white and graceful in the sleeves of that purple kimono with white flowers.
“Where the hell is everyone?” she mumbled, glancing around. Here they were alone in one of the many comfortable rooms of her home. Rukia thought this was one strange way to celebrate the first mutual night off together in their varied shifts. Considering her recent promotion as a vice captain their ranks were equal.
“Damned if I know,” Renji answered, looking rather flummoxed himself.
“I’m not even supposed to be here anyway. First night off I get as a Vice captain and I’m playing hostess. What’s YOUR excuse?” she teased, realizing he caught her staring at his robe more loosely belted with the black sash. She pouted at the fact that bandages hid any markings lower down.
“Your brother insisted I should stay here till he called for me. Said he had some strategies to go over when he finished with your Captain.” Renji shrugged.
“Not much of a night out, is it?” Rukia mumbled, glancing around.
“Ahh well it’d just be another night out with Shuuhi, Ran and Kira getting plastered anyway,” Renji shrugged and chuckled. “Sides it’s nice to see you again fer a change. I mean even though we’re waiting for our respective captains to come get us.”
“I’d be out drinking with Kiyone and Isane. They said they’d take me out when I was promoted. Sentaro had to include himself on the plans, plus a few of the other seated officers in my squad,” Rukia chuckled. “But you don’t say no to my brother.”
“You don’t say,” Renji chuckled, squirming as he sat back on his ankles again, though he needed no reason to move because he was already kneeling. Leaf shaped shadows waved from behind the rice paper screens of the room, indicating only a gentle wind blew outside. A hint of silvery moonlight beamed through one window propped open with a single beam.
“I’m surprised my brother hasn’t sent for me yet, or a servant. Wasn’t this official business? He did say to keep you entertained till we were called for,” Rukia muttered, glancing suspiciously around.
“Well he did have that captain’s meeting, and you have been entertaining me.” Renji stirred a bit as he knelt and rested his hands on his thighs.
“If you think quaffing tea is entertaining, you’re not the Renji Abarai I know,” Rukia stuck her tongue out at him. Slowly she picked up the cup of tea, and turned it a few circuits before handing it to him.
“Actually I’m kinda glad you got ‘stuck’ entertaining me,” Renji laughed, leaning forwards a bit to accept the cup. Before sipping it, he repeated Rukia’s motion, the cup comically small in his large hands compared to how it had appeared in hers.
“I’m impressed you made it this far into the house. I don’t know what’s gotten into my brother lately,” she chuckled. “Perhaps Ichigo has corrupted him?”
“I know. It is the only place he’d let me be alone with you. Hell the only person he’d allow alone in the same damn room without killin’ em or having ME watch them,” he murmured.
“What was that?” she asked, dropping the whisk. She saw the guilt flashing across his face as he coughed and pounded his chest.
“Nothing, it was nothing. Just joking.”
“Then what’s with that smug look?” she asked suspiciously, noticing the effort he made to keep a smirk off his face. The way in which he waved his hands around in the air reminded her of a referee she had seen in the living world when attending a soccer game with Ichigo and company.
“Oh, only that yer brother was kinda happy I kept other people away from ya. Spared him the trouble of usin’ Senbonzakura,” Renji admitted.
“You and Nii-sama put the fear of Kami into everyone? Tell me something I haven’t already guessed, Renji. Perhaps tell me why he suddenly seems to think it’s important for me to entertain his Fukitaicho?” Rukia asked.
“Damned if I know, Rukia. All he told me was to wait here until he called for me. He didn’t say anything about you bein’ the one doin’ the entertaining. Not that kind of entertain’ mind ya.” Renji quickly waved his hands to ward off any perverted suggestions.
“You’re the one with the dirty mind, not me.” Rukia cast him a withering glance, but suppressed the urge to giggle.
“Looks like yer have to put up with me for a little while tonight.”
“Oh joy,” she answered, but then felt a secret thrill. “Lucky me.”
“Don’t look so disappointed,” he whispered, suddenly getting off his knees, walking on them around the table. He stopped at her left, his body heat radiating in the large dimly lit room.
“I could say the same for you,” she murmured, as his hand extended, tall body blocking the light shining through the rice paper screen walls. Even kneeling he was a good head taller, so she was eclipsed in his shadow. Rough fingers caressed with great delicacy, while his other hand landed on her shoulder and pulled her around.
“An since we’re alone together, I see no reason not to make the most of it,” Renji murmured.
“With my brother and captain still in the house? Are you quite mad?”
“As long as we’re both careful,” Renji whispered.
Automatically her hands pressed to his chest and she closed her eyes. Sure enough, he seized her against his body and tugged her forward. Grabbing the front of his kimono Rukia leaned into his embrace. Only a split second later she felt the press of lips against hers, awakening a host of hidden emotions that exploded.
The need to be touched and touch someone else intensified the sensations of Renji sliding his hand around her back and rubbing it. Alternatively, the careful measured manner he kissed her as if tasting her lips only without aggressively forcing her mouth apart. Just the smallest contact of his hand through her clothes sent tingling shivers that shook her completely small body.
For a second his mouth lingered on hers, and she slid her arm up around his neck to rub it. Chest aching for air she opened her lips on his, tasting something uniquely him, desiring far more. Then cold air touched her hungry lips, an uncomfortable contrast that missed him.
“Ya liked that?” he whispered, his chest rising and falling against hers.
“Mmm,” she answered, brushing her cheek to his and leaning closer.
“Different huh? I know it’s weird the first few times, but believe me ya get the hang of it soon enough,” he chuckled, voice quavering a bit. His muscles twitched and she could tell from the tension that he was terrified of screwing up.
Oh no, what do I do? Rukia panicked. That kiss was something she had waited decades for, but if he had any inkling she had done this with anyone else would he reject her? She assumed Renji had been with women before, and would naturally assume she remained untouched. How much initiative could she take that would assault his pride and drive him away? Damn why were things so complicated?
“What do I do?” she whispered aloud.
“Just relax. Ya trust me don’t ya?” he purred in her ear, reaching over to grasp her waist. His gentle insistent tug forward prompted Rukia to straddle his bent knees.
“Yes, but my brother…”
“If he left us in the same room together and isn’t comin’ here now, I think he’d send someone. I’m willin’ t’ take the chance,” he murmured.
“True,” Rukia panted. Right now, she had no desire to be interrupted.
“We’ve gone through enough not t’ be a little selfish. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. An’ so far I’ve done nothin’ that warrants compromising your safety,” he said, moaning slightly in pleasure when she settled comfortably there. The lack of friction of silk against silk slipped against his, making her slide backwards until he caught her and steadied her with a hand on the small of her back.
“Like I’d let you do anything stupid Renji.”
Rukia clenched a handful of cloth, tugging herself up so she sat with her chest flush against him. Still kneeling Renji dipped his head down, angling it to the side. Again, she closed her eyes, instinctively moving her head the opposite way and anticipating the next few seconds. This time the pressure of his tongue gliding along the front of her mouth startled her, prompting her to clench her thighs closer to his.
Dominantly his tongue glided against hers, coaxing her mouth open so their breaths merged. Hungrily she moved her tongue around his, meeting him on equal terms. Darkness and shadow denied the view of his eyes or body, intensifying the feel of his fingers combing through her hair or the heat building between their tightly pressed bodies.
Gasping, their lips parted and she rested her forehead against something cloth covered. His hot breaths pulsed against her skin, while she felt his heart pounding in his chest at a frenetic pace. Giddy she felt as if she had downed a whole bottle of sake, but was sober and aware of each caress of his hands and fingers on her body.
“See ya learn fast,” he chuckled.
“Yes,” she answered, cutting off the words that threatened to spill off her tongue. This was not the first time she had kissed someone. Alternatively, felt the heat of a man’s burning desire drawing them together past friendship. Instead of being caught off guard, she was able to enjoy it.
However when Renji had gone to kiss her, she remembered something she would have rather forgotten that transpired between her and ichigo. In an awkward fit of emotion to try and comfort her he had stolen her first kiss and his own. How could she tell Renji?
How he could assume she had never had experience with a kiss, Rukia wondered. Closing her eyes at the intense sensation of sensitive fingertips sweeping over her cheek, she swallowed her guilt. Unfortunately, it bobbed up stubbornly from beneath the arousal tingling over every inch of her body. Renji was here and now, grasping her face between his hands while brushing his lips delicately over hers. Almost as if he was afraid, that he would break her.
“Are ya all right Rukia? I didn’t do something you weren’t ready for did I?” Renji’s voice jarred her out of the memories. Rukia shivered, blinking against a hard surface she knew very well.
“No… it’s fine,” she answered, wondering how long she had sat there on his lap, cradled in his arms as she rested her head on his shoulder.
“Ya had me worried. Ya went awful quiet.”
“You saying I talk too much?” she murmured, kissing his robe-covered shoulder.
“Walked right into that one,” he answered his laughter a familiar sound.
Rukia laughed with him for a time, relaxing in his embrace. Her breath hitched when she felt pressure on her backside from his strong large fingers. In retaliation, she slid her hand into the collar of his robe and massaged the base of his neck firmly. At the same time, she shifted in his lap, rocking down with an exaggerated motion that incited a moan.
“Nice,” he gasped. “Better than I ever imagined.”
“What’s that?”
“Here with you. Way better than any dream,” he whispered, nipping lightly on her sensitive ear.
“Same here,” she answered, feeling no guilt or shame in someone sharing themselves this way. Someone had opened up the frozen feelings, giving her the ability to accept what Renji so freely offered. The motion of warm lips and a low arousing hum. Again his tongue traced along her lips, coaxing them apart as his hands massaged her shoulders with soothing strokes. Hard muscular thighs shifted between her legs, rubbing in a delicious manner that made Rukia shiver.
“Something wrong?” he asked, pressing kisses to her forehead.
“Yes and no,” she answered.
“Want to talk about it? Or not?” he asked.
“I’m not sure,” she confessed, her voice sounding vulnerable.
“Something IS wrong,” he said with concern, his grip on her tightening.
“How big a deal, is a first kiss?” she breathed. Renji’s grip on her relaxed, his hands retreating to lightly rest on her waist.
“What brought that on?” Renji laughed. “Why? Ya worried that this isn’t special to me. Because it means everything.”
“Yes… that’s it. I mean… it’s one thing for a guy to brag about how many girls he’s kissed, but if a woman were to boast the same fact or figure, the man usually assumes she’s a harlot,” Rukia answered.
“Are ya worried because yer thinking this isn’t my first kiss?” Renji asked, stroking her back.
“Uh huh,” Rukia answered.
“It’s my first kiss that really matters,” Renji answered.
“Is that so? It doesn’t matter to me who you’ve kissed before Renji,” Rukia said quickly, swallowing the lump in her throat.
“Man that lets me off the hook then. You had me worried for a minute there Rukia that I was going to say something wrong,” he breathed a sigh of relief.
“You mean putting your foot in your big fat mouth like you normally do.” Rukia used humor to try to push away the feelings that plagued her.
“You didn’t seem to mind my mouth a few minutes ago, Shorty.”
“Says you, pineapple head,” Rukia teased back.
“Aww and I thought I’d set the mood right. Jeez Rukia, you always start callin’ people names when things get serious. Something bugging ya?”
“Yes… I just… well… Renji… you, this, all for a perfect mood. Just to get a kiss with me… it‘s so romantic I’m wondering where the Renji I know was taken away and who you are.”
“You don’t haveta worry. I wouldn’t have known it was yer first,” he answered.
“My first…”
“First kiss Rukia. And one to remember,” he said with pride.
Oh no, Rukia groaned inwardly, realizing he seemed quite happy with how things were going. Self confident and glowing with the fact he’d accomplished some victory. What could she say? Renji had provided a way out that could make her feel far easier with the fact this wasn’t her first kiss. How easy it would be to say nothing. That it was not a big deal she had kissed Ichigo first, because this was her first one that MATTERED with Renji, the man she loved.
It is not that simple. It never is, Rukia, and you know it. Damn emotions. They just continue to get in the way.
“I…well… I asked you because this wasn’t my first kiss,” Rukia confessed, biting her lip. She could just feel the muscles in Renji’s jaw tightening along with the pissed off frown covering his face. Yes, he was jealous.
“So who was it?” He answered.
Rukia scrambled off his lap, and slumped onto her knees frustrated. “I just knew you’d get pissed off! You are such a typical MAN about it! You’re asking because you want to go beat the daylights out of him!”
Rukia saw Renji blushing fiercely as he yelled, “But it’s different with us guys!”
Slapping her hands on her thighs she countered, “Bullshit it is! Such a double standard! Don’t give me that!”
“Was it Ichigo? Is that why you didn’t wanna tell me at first?”
Anger replaced the guilt that squirmed in Rukia‘s gut now. She felt her temperature boiling as hot as Renji‘s red hair. That moment her muscles in her forearms twitched with the effort to keep from punching him. “Yes it was! In addition, I didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did! How the hell was I supposed to know?”
“Damn kid, I just fucking KNEW it,” Renji growled. “Stupid punk… I aughta…”
“Oh don’t even start with that, Renji! It didn’t matter! And besides, you took forty years to get up the nerve to kiss me!” snapped Rukia as she poked her finger into his chest sharply.
“I was waiting for the right time!”
Rukia folded her arms across her chest and snorted, “I’d have to wait forever then?”
“How the hell could I kiss you with your overprotective brother from HELL as my commanding captain, and you almost putting my ass through a wall when I’ve tried putting moves on you before huh?”
Renji slammed his hand down on the table, rattling the china. Unimpressed Rukia straightened up on her knees and shoved her face right into his. “Well you were the one who kept away from me, so how did I even know you were interested?”
Violently Renji combed one hand through his hair, almost pulling it out of his ponytail in frustration. “Because Kira told me to, that’s why! He said it’d be less of a hassle! I DID see you now and again! But you were always being watched! I had to prove to captain Kuchiki all this time that I was worthy of you! Doesn’t that count for something?”
“You’re just pissed that Ichigo beat you to it!” Rukia glared at him, grabbing the front of his gaudy kimono, and tugging it in her frustration.
“You’re damn RIGHT I’m pissed,” he answered voice dropping in volume, face inches from hers. “And it hurts, Rukia. It really hurts.”
“Don’t you think I knew you’d get like this? How hard it was not to tell you? You’re always blowing your top at the least provocation!”
“Well this is a HELL of a time to find out, Rukia!”
Rukia twisted the cloth between her fingers as she turned her face away, unable to look him in the face. “I just wanted to be honest, Renji. I hate hiding things from you.”
Releasing the cloth, she backed away from him, and then turned around. She bit her wrist so hard she tasted blood in her effort to stop from sobbing. Damn it she hated crying. She was too proud to let him see she was crying as she started to plunk the tea ceremony items back onto the lacquer tray. She heard nothing but silence behind her, convinced that Renji was either ignoring her or stewing.
“Aww now come on, don’t get all upset… can you blame me for being jealous?” Renji sighed as he reached over and took hold of her shoulders. Rukia felt him rubbing them soothingly, feeling tears burning in her eyes.
“You are such a jerk Renji,” Rukia murmured, burying her face in his chest. Leaning back, Renji shifted and sat down so he could pull Rukia between his legs and hug her more comfortingly.
“Hey don’t cry now… I didn’t mean to…”
“And I’m not crying.”
“Of course you’re not. Can’t have a Kuchiki clan member crying.”
“Shut up, you clueless hardheaded dumbass,” she said, voice muffled in his kimono.
“Aw would at least look at me?” he urged, kissing the top of her head. “I’m sorry I lost it Rukia. I was jealous of the kid, but I’m not gonna hurt him over it. It is kinda my fault I took so damn long to get around to this.”
“Just think how Ichigo must feel. Now he has to worry about whether to tell Orihime or not about me, you clod,” Rukia answered, still not looking up at him. Fiercely she gripped the front of his robe again, turning her head to the side. A hard bony chin rested on the top of her head, while she felt his strong powerful arms bind her to his body.
“I didn’t think of that. Besides, serve him right. I’m sure you had no idea he was gonna pull a stunt like that and it sounds like he caught ya off guard,” Renji murmured.
“He did, actually. I was too shocked to do anything.”
“In that gigai stealing your powers I shouldn’t blame you…”
“I would have put him through a wall, but I didn’t want his idiot father finding me there in his room,” Rukia half joked, but the laugh from Renji told him he was taking it seriously. “But I’d rather it never happened.”
“Sounds fine to me. An knowing Inoue, best she not know about it either, considerin’ she’s a woman and I figure…”
“And don’t give me that line of shit about it being different because Ichigo’s a boy, Renji. It will be a great cause of disagreement because he is so sentimental about these things. I know he’ll feel as guilty as I do about it.”
“I’m tired of hearing about the kids and their problems. I’d much rather talk more about forgetting it happened,” Renji murmured. “I won’t tell if you don’t, an likewise. Just knowing he’s carryin’ that’s good enough fer me to stop bein’ pissed at him for long.”
Rukia tipped her head back, and seized his cheeks. Before Renji could say anything else she silenced him with her mouth angling overtop his. The resulting mumble in her throat combined with the satisfaction of a low hum of pleasure he gave her when she rubbed his sideburns. Here Rukia felt his long fingers wrap around her hips, accompanied by the sensation of her body lifting. She again felt herself being lowered to straddle his hard thighs again when he brought his knees together. Finally, she found a good way to shut him up before he made a fool of himself. Fingers found the combs in her hair and she felt the sensation of her hair dropping around the sides of her face again.
Two can play at that game, she thought, snaking her fingers up and slipping them under his headband. As his mouth slid out from under hers and he allowed her tongue to assault his mouth, Rukia pushed the band of cloth up and over so it caught on his topknot. He removed one hand from around her waist, and she heard the snap of him pulling out his hair tie, followed by the soft brush of his hair falling over and around their faces.
Curiosity ran rampant in Rukia’s mind for she was eager to try all those things that Matsumoto and others claimed were fun and entertaining. Softly Renji’s lips glided over hers, his strong arms tipping her back as he shifted his hips. She sighed with delight feeling one of those hands slipping between them to glide over her chest. In response, she pushed her hand between his robe and chest, rubbing and massaging where the ink started. Renji’s hands caught on the soft silk, as did hers, both of them exploring their vastly different bodies in the cool darkness of the room.
Midway in the next kiss, their lips moved apart, both panting. Rukia laid her head on his shoulder, feeling him kissing at her ear while massaging her chest sensually. However, he kept his hands away from her lower half, just as she seemed to do. Instead, she wrapped her legs loosely around his waist, gasping at the friction generated by rubbing her womanhood along his thighs. “Damn, I want more,” she found herself saying.
“I know, but I don’t wanna get you in trouble. Kami I want you so bad, Rukia. Always have, but I don’t… want to blow this,” Renji whispered.
“I understand,” Rukia answered, choosing to sit quietly in his arms and nibble at his neck. Both stopped because they felt the shifting of minute reiatsu coming close. Reluctantly Renji helped her off his lap, both of them struggling to straighten one another up. Finding his hair tie, Rukia helped him secure it again as he slicked his hands along it. Likewise, Renji helped her find her combs, pushing them back into her hair in some semblance of the elaborate coif she had before. No stranger to fixing hair, Renji soon had it close to as it was before. Pulling his robe shut, she chuckled when he tried to do the same to hers.
***
By the time the door slid open they were in their former positions. “Milady is all in order?” he asked.
“Y… yes… but if you’ve food, be quick and leave it,” Rukia answered. Catching Renji’s grin she continued, “We’ve both quite hungry.”
“Thank Kami, they’ve food,” Renji mumbled, his stomach rumbling. Tensely they waited for the trays to be set down on their red stands, then breathed a sigh of relief when they were again left alone.
“I hate interruptions,” Rukia grumbled. Immediately Renji attacked a plate of steaming hot food, half on his way to filling that empty hole Rukia figured was present.
“Well I’ll forgive em since its to feed us,” Renji answered, bits of rice falling on his chest. He wiped them away quickly, seeing Rukia watching him.
“No matter how many of those damn tattoos you get you still remind me of that kid I met years ago,” Rukia answered, reaching for her own portions.
“You look as damn cute as you ever were. Just took me half a damn lifetime to realize it,” Renji answered.
“Idiot,” Rukia answered, feeling her heart swelling with affection.
“I’ve an idea,” Renji chuckled, as she ran her hand along his robe clad leg.
“Mmm?”
“Keep our clothes on, an’ do a little playin’ to see how we can keep from messing things up. So your brother doesn’t suspect a thing,” Renji smirked.
Food platters were put aside as Rukia and Renji crawled over to one another. Carefully Renji repositioned the cushions to the left of the table, while Rukia placed the dishes far away, neatly stacked. “Don’t want anything to break, because you’re so damn clumsy.”
“Who’s clumsy?” he answered.
“You,” Rukia answered, crawling into his lap again. Arms wrapped around his neck at the same time he embraced her. Again, she straddled his bent knees, rubbing deliciously against him to sate the itching burn there. His head angled down while hers leaned up, their mouths merging hungrily. On his questing tongue, she tasted red bean paste along with other rich spices.
This time his hand wandered from her neck, sliding stealthily down between their bodies. Two strong rough fingers rubbed at the junction of her legs, causing Rukia to shiver. “Wait,” she whispered.
“Sorry…” he apologized, surprised her hand still held his wrist instead of pushing him away.
“Shut up, and let me try something,” Rukia hissed his apology away. His tension vanished when she turned around in his lap and sat with her back facing him.
“Ah,” Renji mumbled, directly into her ear when she grabbed his hand and pushed it down where it was before. Scooting back in his lap she rubbed her bottom over the once soft bulge she now felt hardening. His resulting groan told her he knew exactly what she wanted. Especially when he slipped his fingers between her legs, pushing aside all but the last garment in his way.
“There?” Renji whispered hoarsely, tickling her ear.
“Yes… right there,” Rukia whispered back, her voice shifting into a yelp. Deliciously he rubbed at the acing spot, with a steady pressure. Shifting back, she bumped against his groin.
“Ohh damn, that felt good,” he whispered back. Again, she felt his fingers brushing through cloth, blood pumping in her ears as it rushed from all parts of her body.
“It’s all here, right there at your fingers,” she whispered.
“Mmm, so wet…” he growled, tip of the tongue brushing her earlobe. She squeaked as the edge of his teeth abraded her bare neck.
“Not so hard, softer,” she urged.
“Like that?” Renji murmured, switching to a more teasing feather light stroke.
“Ohhh you bastard that tickles even more,” she yelped, jerking in his arms.
“I wanna see your face when I do that,” Renji whispered, removing his hand and then Rukia felt both of his palms spanning her waist. She felt a lifting sensation, and a slight turn, urging her to again shift to straddle him so they faced one another. Renji moved his legs, so he sat his bottom on the floor on the pillows. Lying back, he put Rukia astride him, and bucked up a bit. She reached behind her and pulled his robe so his legs were bare, and his own undergarment was pressed to hers.
“Showoff,” she answered, grinding down. A few times, they retaliated, each spurring the other to rub more deliciously until Rukia felt moisture spilling around her, soaking his undergarments.
“Mmmm,” he moaned, gripping her hips tightly so she felt the skin would bruise. “Don’t stop…”
Hunger grew between them quickly; she heard her own breath hitching with each new groan out of Renji’s lips. He sat up, while she rubbed his chest and both panted hoarsely. “I can’t stand it. My whole body’s burning thanks to you.”
“You want me to help…”
“Help make it worse or better idiot? I hope not with your fingers!” Rukia moaned, her voice deep, her body aching for some resolution. Feeling his fingers reaching to rub her she shook her head.
“Damn… sorry I pushed so hard…”
“No, don’t you DARE stop, Renji Abarai,” she growled, her heart sinking because he had suddenly lost his nerve.
“My mouth then?” he winked.
“Not that. Time for that later,” Rukia whispered, shaking her head. Renji’s eyes widened and he supported himself by bracing the flats of his hands on the tatami.
“Ya sure?”
“You backing down, mister? Don’t tell me you’re chicken...”
“I’m not chicken, Rukia,” he glared at her, and then chuckled. “Damn I want it too…”
“Do I have to do everything myself you lazy slacker?” Rukia panted, lifting her hips. She watched his eyes blink, his tongue sliding out to lick his lips as she pulled aside her underwear. Still fully clothed, she reached under her.
“Stop, wait…” he gasped.
“Don’t you dare…?”
“Shut up, give me a minute,” Renji argued back. “Geez, can’t ya let a guy make himself ready? Don’t think ya wanna fuck me through my underwear…”
“Crude as ever,” Rukia glared down at him, then caught herself smiling.
“Ya sure?” he asked one last time, freeing himself. She caressed hot slickness, sighing, as it seemed to jump in her hands.
“Does this… answer your question,” she gasped. For a minute they hesitated, Rukia shivering with anticipation. Renji’s fingers plunged up into her core while she held herself up off him, robbing her of the ability to speak.
Instinctively she reached along his dripping wet fingers, sliding her own moisture over his hard length. Neither was sure who moved first, but at the same time Rukia gripped him, she felt his fingers brushing hers as he held her bottom with one hand, and himself in the other.
“Oh… hell,” Rukia choked, feeling him brush her teasingly, then the spread of something impaling her. Breathing in and out quickly she relaxed her body, trying not to tense up as Renji’s hands spanned her hips and held her securely. Bracing her hands on his chest, she remained there, spread wide and aching all over with the intrusion. She felt his own chest rising and falling, his heart hammering just aside of her right hand covering part of the zigzagging inked pattern.
“Rukia…” was all he could stammer out when she felt herself sliding down, and stopping.
“I’m okay,” she gasped, struggling to push herself off while so tightly filled. It whipped the breath from her, the aching burn screaming for more motion, but complaining at pain.
“G… good…” Renji stammered, his whole body shaking. His arms wrapped around her, as Rukia shifted, and she felt him stab up, before moving out. Then he settled one hand on her ass, caressing it while slipping one of his hands under her left knee.
“Oh… that helps,” she gasped with relief, feeling him sliding deliciously deep, and it seemed there was more space inside.
“Ah… ah hell yes… Rukia…” he panted, face contorted in pain, but Rukia knew he was happier then he had ever been.
“Oh damn… oh hell… oh Kami… Renji…” she gritted, her lips moving with the weird sounds she bit back and stifled in her throat.
“So good… so long… wanted… you…”
“Oh yes… I want… more… don’t… oh kami…” she repeated, hushing her voice to a whisper. “Burning… aching… ahhh….”
“Do that… again…” she heard him grunt. Shadows and light merged, along with the tingling ache. So far and so close. Damn she wanted more, and more. Up and spread, crashing down, body slamming into his hips. So small and yet such a huge feeling that burst out from inside.
Then molten hotness flooding through. Sticky, fierce and throbbing. Matching the slickness of something once hard that only softened slightly. A loud sigh, from somewhere inside while her heart pounded double-time and her body burned. That tingling itch shimmered like stardust now, her whole body humming with a different energy and a surge of happiness.
Against her ear, she felt the pulses of Renji’s breath. Bracing himself on his hands, he then collapsed on the pillow with a loud thump and a long luxurious sigh. Sensually he rubbed her hips, tugging her down.
“Oh Rukia, that was… oh damn…” he rumbled, words stringing in nonsensical phrases.
“You dummy,” Rukia answered after a time, enjoying the feeling of sticky hotness even though her hair was untouched.
“What?”
“We could have been doing that for the last thirty years,” Rukia answered, resting her face against his bare chest. Still his robe was half belted, hanging off his dark shoulders. Sitting up again Renji held himself up with hands braced behind him, then curled one arm around her tightly.
“Who cares how long it took. Was damn worth the wait,” Renji answered, kissing her lips lightly before rubbing his cheek to hers. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled something out, and Rukia felt him shift to the side. Slowly he lifted her off him, and set her to the side, turning over himself.
“I think… there are the napkins we both didn’t use, and some hot water left,” she whispered. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the handkerchief she kept there as part of her ensemble.
“Uh huh… wait I’ve got something myself,” Renji murmured, both feeling a surge of awkwardness filling their flushed faces.
Rukia grabbed the kettle and the two discarded napkins, turning around to see Renji already mopping at himself with a loudly colored bandanna. One others neatly folded lay on the floor by him, to Rukia’s amusement.
“Son of a bitch, that’s where those got to,” Rukia blinked.
“Ya never know,” Renji shrugged, tossing her one.
“Here,” Rukia said, walking on her knees to grab one of the cloths, and wet it with some of the warm water still left in the kettle. She passed it to Renji, who was mopping between his legs with the pocket bandanna he kept there.
“Ya gonna be okay?”
“Any hair out of place?” Rukia asked.
“Nah, not bad at all. But yer cheeks are nice and red, and yer lips are all swollen…”
“So are yours, idiot,” Rukia chuckled, Bracing her hand on his shoulder to totter to her feet. Hastily she wiped between her legs, grateful when Renji found more of the elaborate napkins that were hardly used. They were thankful the smell of the spicy food they later masked it with hid any evidence of their true use.
“The pillows seem okay,” Renji said, picking both up and putting them by the table again.
“Good. And the napkins all look like you used them to mop off your messy mouth,” Rukia announced.
“Hey!”
“Food stains. Gotta blame someone,” Rukia grinned, her heart still skipping beats. Inside she felt sticky, but knew the rich perfume she wore would hide any incriminating scent for the time being.
No sooner had Renji scrambled back to his cushion, then they heard the tapping at the door. Rukia hastily knelt herself, and saw the door slide open. Tentatively the servant poked her head through, glancing meekly. “Rukia-sama… your brother requests your presence and that of Abarai-fukaitacho-dono.”
“Right,” Renji panted. Rukia saw his face was still ruddy with their activity, and guessed she must be the same.
“Tell him I’ll be there soon,” Rukia answered.
“He wants to see you now,” answered the servant, her body tense. Quickly she glanced at Renji, who returned her gaze with a small smile.
“We’ll go see what he wants,” he murmured. Climbing to their feet, they followed the servant down the hall.