Fanfic: Morning Before Training NanaoxShun 1/? rated T
Title: Morning Before Training
Chapter: 1/?
Author: StarbearerTM
Beta: nerdowl
pairing: NanaoxShunsui
Word count: 1007
Spoilers: Morning After, Afternoon After
Genre: Romance
A/n: Short chapter but wanted to post something because this part was beta'd so far and there's not enough fics of these two out there!
Summary: Nanao and Shunsui have embarked on a relationship. Does this change the way they work together?
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo created Bleach, and Shonen Jump owns it. I don't. I make no money from the writing of this fanfiction. Both persons in this fanfiction are of the age of consent in California and in the US for an adult relationship in this fiction.
Feeling reassured, Nanao relaxed into the embrace of soft silk sheets. Kyoraku’s apartment walked the balance between ostentatious and practical. Beautifully decorated with floral designs in pink and scarlet paint accented inexpensive objects d’art but devoid of servants for one of his station.
Brawny arms snaked overtop her body, its large attached hand curving around her breast. She yelped out at it pinching teasingly. Against her ear he murmured, “Time to wake up my Nanao chan…”
“Aren’t you usually the one who wants to sleep in Taicho?” she murmured, turning over enough to look at his face reclining in the pillow.
Moving forward both met in the middle with a soft slow kiss. Nanao loved being enveloped by his huge muscular arms, pressed to a hairy muscled chest. He was so huge compared to her that lying down the differences in height were not as glaring.
“Taicho…” she murmured as he withdrew from the kiss.
“Good morning Nanao chan… want some breakfast?’ he murmured, his hazel eyes gleaming at her.
“You don’t have to Taicho but I know you won’t refuse once your mind’s made up,” she murmured.
“Freshen up and I’ll whip us up something beautiful,” he said as he kissed her again. She gasped to see him slide out of bed and be presented with a marvelous sculpted ass and bulging back muscles.
“Taicho! Put on some clothes!” she yelped throwing a pillow at him.
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Nanao heard his rich voice sang slightly off key but pleasantly through the apartment. She twisted her slightly damp hair around and held it in place, scanning each flat surface. Pots and pans clanked with the sound of something frying.
“Where is my hairclip, Taicho?” Nanao asked, poking her head into the kitchen to see her Taicho letting food slip from a pan into a bowl.
“I’m sorry Nanao chan but I’ve no idea,” he said apologetically. “Why don’t you borrow one of mine?”
“One of yours…” she trailed off blushing. At least he’d put on clothes she noticed.
Sighing she rushed back into the bedroom and hunted through a wooden box with a few pretty hairpins and other ornaments while holding her hair in place with her other hand. Finding a strait pin with a jeweled design like one of the ones he typically wore she first wrapped her hair in a bit of black ribbon and thrust the pin through it.
“Breakfast my pretty Nanao chan! Won’t you come in here and show your pretty face and keep me company while I eat?” he singsonged from the other room.
“I am coming,” she grumbled in a dash back to the eating area. Two plates and chopsticks sat on the table with several wildflowers in a vase.
“Is my Nanao chan happy with the lovely bauble to hold her hair back?” he murmured, striding in with a plate of hot steaming food.
“Thank you Taicho, but it’s a bit fancy…” she muttered.
“All the more reason why you should wear it to complement your lovely eyes,” he cooed, bending down for a kiss. She obliged him this time before she sat down opposite him. Large windows let in huge amounts of light in the sitting area transforming the wall Nanao faced into salmon and cerise. They oddly coordinated with the pink kimono he’d thrown over his shoulders this morning. It camouflaged his squad 8 haori well that barely peaked out from beneath.
Midway through bites of egg accented with various spices that stung her mouth she murmured, “May I remind you that today is demonstration day?”
“Shikai if you got it?” joked Kyoraku sipping his tea. “Yes I remember, Nanao chan. Will you be assisting me?”
She poked at the remaining scraps of food on her plate with her chopsticks, murmuring, “Well you usually show your shikai… but well… I don’t feel that comfortable showing mine…”
“I don’t recall saying you HAD to show yours, Nanao chan,” he said gently reaching for her hand. “I simply asked if you’d assist me.”
“This is the first time you’re ever asked me to. Why now all of a sudden?” she asked him.
“Jyuushiro found it a good way to connect with his squad I thought it wouldn’t hurt to change things up a little with the recruits,” he said with a shrug.
“It just… irks me a bit,” she mumbled.
“I am sorry Nanao chan if it hurt your feelings,” he murmured raising her hand to his lips and kissing it. “How about you tell me why?”
Nanao straightened up in her chair to hear his question. He rested his chin on one hand while still holding hers in the other, his hazel eyes focused into hers. Gently he massaged the palm of her hand with his large fingers waiting for her to speak. Keeping her eyes on him Nanao took a deep breath and murmured, “Well… to start with you’ve never asked me to help so directly before. Why did it take something like that to change your mind?”
The curved eyebrows went up a bit furrowing together with the articulation of thoughts. He took a moment before answering, “That’s a good question Nanao chan. Perhaps our new relationship has given me a different perspective?”
“How so?” Nanao then asked, not sure if she was irritated or relieved with his answer.
“Rather than wanting to keep lovely ladies like you out of the battle, I realize there are good places for you to be,” he murmured, then saw the tightening of muscles in Nanao’s throat.
“I suppose coming from you that’s progress,” she gritted.
“You misunderstand Nanao chan,” he said with a sigh. “Is it wrong to want to protect because you have the power to do so?”
“What exactly does this mean, Taicho?” she asked in a clipped tone, her stomach beginning to churn with the heat of anger.
“It means that you give yourself far too little credit, and I wish to give you the opportunity to see how important you are to me,” Shunsui then murmured.
Part of the Morning After series.