Fanfic: Lazy but not Lonely 2/2 Starrk/OC rated M
Title: Alone but not Alone
Chapter: 2/2
Author: StarbearerTM
Pairing: Starrk/OC
Word count: 1981
Genre: Romance, angst, Lemon
Rating: NC17
Warning: Lemon m/f adult sexual situations
A/N: This was sitting on my hard drive forever and due to my lack of writing new things besides the Bleach Bigbangfic, I decided to put it up.
Summary: Starrk had always watched over Luzenbarn’s daughter Tomica since Aizen’s reign started. But is she misinterpreting his reasons or is he too lazy to confront them?
Disclaimer: I did not create Bleach, Tite Kubo did. It belongs to Tite Kubo and is licensed by Shonen Jump. Tomica Luzenbarn is my OC and is over 18. This story is inspired by an RP I did. I make no money writing this.
**
“I shall endeavor to,” she replied, unable to stop from twitching once more. His loud hiss delighted her and he stifled his moan.
“You’ll be in a world of pain if you don’t slow down,” he grumbled, holding her still again. Judging from that focused look in his eyes Tomica figured the significance of the act was greater for him then she originally thought.
Too much upward motion caused physical pain but a forwards shimmy generated itching pleasure. Arrancar did not necessarily always reproduce in the same way as humans or shinigami depending on their natures. Since each had a resurrection they often mimicked the nature of their beast. Already her hands braced to his chest started to sweat from her efforts while Stark seemed relatively unaffected. She could tell he was holding back.
“Better. There’s no rush,” he half moaned, betraying the fact she WAS affecting him more than he let on. Though she didn’t reach up to remove the rest of her clothes she noticed something pulled at the fabric. Starrk had seized the folds of her coat to pull it off and let it drop to the bed.
It was then he sat up, pulling her to sit straddling him and causing another awkward feeling of discomfort followed by tingling pleasure. Lips next to his ear she whispered, “Someone here?”
“Lilynette,” Starrk mumbled. Tomica shifted to move but yelped.
“Don’t move,” he half scolded. “Put this back on…”
She struggled back into her top and smock though she thought it was completely ridiculous considering they were in the middle of intercourse. It was something she feared would stop him and now she’d put him in a very tricky predicament. Both of them now moved to cover as much skin as they could and hide the implications of what was going on, or so Tomica thought.
“Sorry,” she murmured.
“And stop apologizing,” he replied putting a finger on her lips.
“Starrk, you awake?” asked the voice. His other half poked her head around the corner and looked at him puzzled.
“Would I answer if I was?” he griped, pulling the sheet around the level of Tomica’s waist up and over their lower halves as much as he could.
She lay down with her head on his chest hoping that it would look like they were just sleeping. Luckily Tomica knew that even though Starrk and Liliynette were two halves of one being they didn’t automatically share memories and experiences in some telepathic bond unless either component willed it.
“Oi, not sleeping? That’s a first for you, lazy,” Lilinette quipped.
“Get lost,” Starrk said without too much bite in his voice.
“Th… there’s something over there that might interest you,” Tomica nervously blurted out, pointing with a sleeved arm towards her pile of electronics set up.
Cocking her head to the side Lilynette peered curiously at Tomica. Her flushed face and sweaty skin compared to Starrk’s cool easy going demeanor. Only thing out of place was the irritated scowl on his face as if she’d interrupted something important.
“Anything’s more interesting than watching someone take a nap,” she said with a shrug. From the gleam in her eye Tomica guessed Lilynette knew far more than she was letting on either. Usually Starrk slept on top of the covers and now he and someone else were between them wide awake and scrambling.
Again Tomica tried to open her mouth but Starrk put a gloved hand over it. Instead he said, “That’s right, so run along and keep out of trouble.”
“You always bring the weirdest stuff into the room lately,” Lilynette half griped. She wrapped both arms behind her head and stumble stepped over to where Tomica indicated.
“Green button, blue, then red,” Tomica murmured once Starrk lowered his glove.
Clicking and rustling indicated Lilynette had gotten hold of something. She then mumbled, “Huh… another screen…”
“Dimensional viewer. Lets you see the living world without needing to send a spy there…” she said. Starrk glared at Tomica for a moment with suspicion.
“What exactly does it let her see?” he muttered.
“It has a discretion setting… that will make sure it switches from anything… inappropriate for someone her age and developmental stage,” she whispered. This seemed to satisfy Starrk so he rubbed the top of her head.
“Good girl,” he murmured. Tomica shivered and wriggled, the intensity of the situation and embarrassment increasing her desire rather than quashing it.
“I hope it’s not going to blow me up,” Lilynette said, her attention fixed on the device.
Starrk felt his partner’s inner muscles strained to accommodate him twitch and squeeze. He bit back the moan of how good it felt. Despite his aloof demeanor it was clear he cared for her almost as much as he did for Lilynette, though not in the same way. Tomica struggled to pull herself off all the way but found it was impossible.
“Ouch,” she hissed.
“That’s why I said don’t move,” he chided. “Or at least no more than necessary…”
Feeling a moan coming on from the minute rocking of his hips she initiated a kiss. This time Stark’s tongue darted forwards past his opening mouth letting her in the tiniest bit. Her hands ventured up and down to touch his chest under his coat. One of her hands brushed over a flattened nipple. Fingers reached through her top and pinched hers in retaliation giving it a twist.
Protracted foreplay dragged like molasses. She was making love in slow motion and it increased the tension even more. While one of her hands caressed and massaged his neck the other teased both his nipples in turn. One of his gloved hands held her face just in the right position so he didn’t have to move the greatest amount to return her kiss. His other busied itself squeezing and kneading her assets.
Even the way they surfaced from each kiss minimized noises. Stark’s gasps and rasped breaths indicated how much he enjoyed this. Then he sat up again and whispered an instruction to her. She nodded her understanding and lifted one leg. He pushed it in while helping her turn around using their connection as an awkward pivot. A good deal of sweat and pushing later she now rested her bottom against his hips. Fortunately he shifted them to the side again so the work on her was greatly minimized. Now his strong arms enfolded her from behind and worked on her breasts again.
Again he’d removed her tunic and his coat to reduce heat. He insisted she help him fold them so they could resume the process where they’d left off. Either because he had no choice or he truly started to enjoy it he was intent on continuing. He pressed his nose into her hair inhaling its scent before nipping at the back of her neck. In order to unfasten it so it was down he pulled off his gloves once more.
All throughout this time his spirit pressure released enough to surge over hers. Though a fraction of what it truly was thanks to Aizen’s imposed restriction, it was enough to make her shiver. His hand slid over the tattooed number 7 marking on her shoulder at the same time hers slid over the one on the back of his hand. Secretly he knew she was far stronger and the number was pretty much according to whoever killed or displaced the one responsible for the rank.
***
Lying on her side once more with her back facing the wall Tomica turned her head to look up at the ceiling. The blanket wrapped around her and her companion both held the heat nicely, keeping out what seemed like a sudden chilly draft. Sore, exhausted, and satiated she curled up next to
Starrk who was dozing away quite contentedly. Their legs were inextricably tangled together. For the first time his hair stuck his head plastered with sweat. His heavy arm weighed across her back effectively imprisoning her against his strong body. Another connection made escape difficult even if Tomica wanted to. A particular trait of his anatomy related to his resurrection, Los Lobos. Only once or twice had she seen him released, fused with Lilynette. His full terrifying power before her had vaporized her arm, and that was just a low intensity blast.
The anatomy in question linked them together still. Only once had she even tried separating their connection only to feel intense pain. Starrk had chided her reminding her of the price of her curiosity. There was a damn good reason he refrained from such activity. Tomica suspected lack of drive, which wasn’t the case. Nor was it fear of interruption from Lilynette. Wolves by nature when they mated remained locked together. So did domestic dogs. Just how long it lasted, he couldn’t say.
Murmuring in his sleep Stark’s brow twitched the slightest bit. He groaned and tightened his grip on her. She could see a hint of regret on his face and wondered if she had started something she shouldn’t have.
Softly she brushed her lips over his in an attempt to wake him. Lines on his prominent brow creased further before his eyes flickered open. Balanced atop him she murmured, “Morning.”
“Did you sleep?” he first asked, still frowning.
“I just woke up a short while ago,” she confirmed, pushing his hair out of his face.
“Not long enough,” he answered stifling a yawn.
“At least now you’ve a legitimate reason to sleep,” she teased, kissing him on the brow. He stiffened.
“Tomica…” he began, pushing her hair aside. That tension in his muscles spread to her stomach and shoulders. Had she made a mistake?
“Why do I get the impression you regret doing this?” she asked voice choked off.
Sighing he stretched underneath her while still looking her soberly in the eyes. She pushed down hard on his chest to get off him but his hands gripped her hips tightly. “I’m not finished…”
“You didn’t want this, I’ve wasted your time, I’m sorry,” she stammered, sorrow and regret twisting her insides.
Frustrated he grunted, “Listen to me, will you?”
Hot tears threatened to form in her eyes but she held them back. It was a struggle to keep the hurt out of her voice when she answered, “What? You’ve made it clear from your reaction that…”
“Tomica, what’s done is done. It happened. Last thing I want is you hurt more,” he continued, reaching up with one hand to grip her chin.
“Am I that undesirable… are you going to give me some damn lecture on how I’m better than this, and how we shouldn’t have? Because I don’t want to hear it,” she snapped.
Starrk’s eyes widened and he murmured, “That’s not quite…”
“Then what is it? You didn’t have the same sort of feelings after all,” she murmured.
“My feelings, damn,” he mumbled, closing his eyes for a moment as if to clear his head.
“Or is it that you just want… to be friends. I can handle it Starrk,” she said quietly, inclining her head.
Again, he sighed, glancing up at her. “Yeah. That would be best. Though now that we’ve done this, it’s hard to forget.”
Before she could open her mouth, he pulled her down and rolled over so she was pinned under him again. The blankets slid to the level of his waist revealing his bared back. Tomica’s next words were driven away by his light kiss brushing her lips. Looking up at him in a question, she squirmed.
“Now what the hell are you doing?” she growled as he caught her wrists in his hands.
“It may be for the best, but it’s not that easy to let you go,” he said with a frown.
“Then don’t,” she murmured. Starrk gave her no answer but decided to rest and wait to see what happened.
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Chapter: 2/2
Author: StarbearerTM
Pairing: Starrk/OC
Word count: 1981
Genre: Romance, angst, Lemon
Rating: NC17
Warning: Lemon m/f adult sexual situations
A/N: This was sitting on my hard drive forever and due to my lack of writing new things besides the Bleach Bigbangfic, I decided to put it up.
Summary: Starrk had always watched over Luzenbarn’s daughter Tomica since Aizen’s reign started. But is she misinterpreting his reasons or is he too lazy to confront them?
Disclaimer: I did not create Bleach, Tite Kubo did. It belongs to Tite Kubo and is licensed by Shonen Jump. Tomica Luzenbarn is my OC and is over 18. This story is inspired by an RP I did. I make no money writing this.
**
“I shall endeavor to,” she replied, unable to stop from twitching once more. His loud hiss delighted her and he stifled his moan.
“You’ll be in a world of pain if you don’t slow down,” he grumbled, holding her still again. Judging from that focused look in his eyes Tomica figured the significance of the act was greater for him then she originally thought.
Too much upward motion caused physical pain but a forwards shimmy generated itching pleasure. Arrancar did not necessarily always reproduce in the same way as humans or shinigami depending on their natures. Since each had a resurrection they often mimicked the nature of their beast. Already her hands braced to his chest started to sweat from her efforts while Stark seemed relatively unaffected. She could tell he was holding back.
“Better. There’s no rush,” he half moaned, betraying the fact she WAS affecting him more than he let on. Though she didn’t reach up to remove the rest of her clothes she noticed something pulled at the fabric. Starrk had seized the folds of her coat to pull it off and let it drop to the bed.
It was then he sat up, pulling her to sit straddling him and causing another awkward feeling of discomfort followed by tingling pleasure. Lips next to his ear she whispered, “Someone here?”
“Lilynette,” Starrk mumbled. Tomica shifted to move but yelped.
“Don’t move,” he half scolded. “Put this back on…”
She struggled back into her top and smock though she thought it was completely ridiculous considering they were in the middle of intercourse. It was something she feared would stop him and now she’d put him in a very tricky predicament. Both of them now moved to cover as much skin as they could and hide the implications of what was going on, or so Tomica thought.
“Sorry,” she murmured.
“And stop apologizing,” he replied putting a finger on her lips.
“Starrk, you awake?” asked the voice. His other half poked her head around the corner and looked at him puzzled.
“Would I answer if I was?” he griped, pulling the sheet around the level of Tomica’s waist up and over their lower halves as much as he could.
She lay down with her head on his chest hoping that it would look like they were just sleeping. Luckily Tomica knew that even though Starrk and Liliynette were two halves of one being they didn’t automatically share memories and experiences in some telepathic bond unless either component willed it.
“Oi, not sleeping? That’s a first for you, lazy,” Lilinette quipped.
“Get lost,” Starrk said without too much bite in his voice.
“Th… there’s something over there that might interest you,” Tomica nervously blurted out, pointing with a sleeved arm towards her pile of electronics set up.
Cocking her head to the side Lilynette peered curiously at Tomica. Her flushed face and sweaty skin compared to Starrk’s cool easy going demeanor. Only thing out of place was the irritated scowl on his face as if she’d interrupted something important.
“Anything’s more interesting than watching someone take a nap,” she said with a shrug. From the gleam in her eye Tomica guessed Lilynette knew far more than she was letting on either. Usually Starrk slept on top of the covers and now he and someone else were between them wide awake and scrambling.
Again Tomica tried to open her mouth but Starrk put a gloved hand over it. Instead he said, “That’s right, so run along and keep out of trouble.”
“You always bring the weirdest stuff into the room lately,” Lilynette half griped. She wrapped both arms behind her head and stumble stepped over to where Tomica indicated.
“Green button, blue, then red,” Tomica murmured once Starrk lowered his glove.
Clicking and rustling indicated Lilynette had gotten hold of something. She then mumbled, “Huh… another screen…”
“Dimensional viewer. Lets you see the living world without needing to send a spy there…” she said. Starrk glared at Tomica for a moment with suspicion.
“What exactly does it let her see?” he muttered.
“It has a discretion setting… that will make sure it switches from anything… inappropriate for someone her age and developmental stage,” she whispered. This seemed to satisfy Starrk so he rubbed the top of her head.
“Good girl,” he murmured. Tomica shivered and wriggled, the intensity of the situation and embarrassment increasing her desire rather than quashing it.
“I hope it’s not going to blow me up,” Lilynette said, her attention fixed on the device.
Starrk felt his partner’s inner muscles strained to accommodate him twitch and squeeze. He bit back the moan of how good it felt. Despite his aloof demeanor it was clear he cared for her almost as much as he did for Lilynette, though not in the same way. Tomica struggled to pull herself off all the way but found it was impossible.
“Ouch,” she hissed.
“That’s why I said don’t move,” he chided. “Or at least no more than necessary…”
Feeling a moan coming on from the minute rocking of his hips she initiated a kiss. This time Stark’s tongue darted forwards past his opening mouth letting her in the tiniest bit. Her hands ventured up and down to touch his chest under his coat. One of her hands brushed over a flattened nipple. Fingers reached through her top and pinched hers in retaliation giving it a twist.
Protracted foreplay dragged like molasses. She was making love in slow motion and it increased the tension even more. While one of her hands caressed and massaged his neck the other teased both his nipples in turn. One of his gloved hands held her face just in the right position so he didn’t have to move the greatest amount to return her kiss. His other busied itself squeezing and kneading her assets.
Even the way they surfaced from each kiss minimized noises. Stark’s gasps and rasped breaths indicated how much he enjoyed this. Then he sat up again and whispered an instruction to her. She nodded her understanding and lifted one leg. He pushed it in while helping her turn around using their connection as an awkward pivot. A good deal of sweat and pushing later she now rested her bottom against his hips. Fortunately he shifted them to the side again so the work on her was greatly minimized. Now his strong arms enfolded her from behind and worked on her breasts again.
Again he’d removed her tunic and his coat to reduce heat. He insisted she help him fold them so they could resume the process where they’d left off. Either because he had no choice or he truly started to enjoy it he was intent on continuing. He pressed his nose into her hair inhaling its scent before nipping at the back of her neck. In order to unfasten it so it was down he pulled off his gloves once more.
All throughout this time his spirit pressure released enough to surge over hers. Though a fraction of what it truly was thanks to Aizen’s imposed restriction, it was enough to make her shiver. His hand slid over the tattooed number 7 marking on her shoulder at the same time hers slid over the one on the back of his hand. Secretly he knew she was far stronger and the number was pretty much according to whoever killed or displaced the one responsible for the rank.
***
Lying on her side once more with her back facing the wall Tomica turned her head to look up at the ceiling. The blanket wrapped around her and her companion both held the heat nicely, keeping out what seemed like a sudden chilly draft. Sore, exhausted, and satiated she curled up next to
Starrk who was dozing away quite contentedly. Their legs were inextricably tangled together. For the first time his hair stuck his head plastered with sweat. His heavy arm weighed across her back effectively imprisoning her against his strong body. Another connection made escape difficult even if Tomica wanted to. A particular trait of his anatomy related to his resurrection, Los Lobos. Only once or twice had she seen him released, fused with Lilynette. His full terrifying power before her had vaporized her arm, and that was just a low intensity blast.
The anatomy in question linked them together still. Only once had she even tried separating their connection only to feel intense pain. Starrk had chided her reminding her of the price of her curiosity. There was a damn good reason he refrained from such activity. Tomica suspected lack of drive, which wasn’t the case. Nor was it fear of interruption from Lilynette. Wolves by nature when they mated remained locked together. So did domestic dogs. Just how long it lasted, he couldn’t say.
Murmuring in his sleep Stark’s brow twitched the slightest bit. He groaned and tightened his grip on her. She could see a hint of regret on his face and wondered if she had started something she shouldn’t have.
Softly she brushed her lips over his in an attempt to wake him. Lines on his prominent brow creased further before his eyes flickered open. Balanced atop him she murmured, “Morning.”
“Did you sleep?” he first asked, still frowning.
“I just woke up a short while ago,” she confirmed, pushing his hair out of his face.
“Not long enough,” he answered stifling a yawn.
“At least now you’ve a legitimate reason to sleep,” she teased, kissing him on the brow. He stiffened.
“Tomica…” he began, pushing her hair aside. That tension in his muscles spread to her stomach and shoulders. Had she made a mistake?
“Why do I get the impression you regret doing this?” she asked voice choked off.
Sighing he stretched underneath her while still looking her soberly in the eyes. She pushed down hard on his chest to get off him but his hands gripped her hips tightly. “I’m not finished…”
“You didn’t want this, I’ve wasted your time, I’m sorry,” she stammered, sorrow and regret twisting her insides.
Frustrated he grunted, “Listen to me, will you?”
Hot tears threatened to form in her eyes but she held them back. It was a struggle to keep the hurt out of her voice when she answered, “What? You’ve made it clear from your reaction that…”
“Tomica, what’s done is done. It happened. Last thing I want is you hurt more,” he continued, reaching up with one hand to grip her chin.
“Am I that undesirable… are you going to give me some damn lecture on how I’m better than this, and how we shouldn’t have? Because I don’t want to hear it,” she snapped.
Starrk’s eyes widened and he murmured, “That’s not quite…”
“Then what is it? You didn’t have the same sort of feelings after all,” she murmured.
“My feelings, damn,” he mumbled, closing his eyes for a moment as if to clear his head.
“Or is it that you just want… to be friends. I can handle it Starrk,” she said quietly, inclining her head.
Again, he sighed, glancing up at her. “Yeah. That would be best. Though now that we’ve done this, it’s hard to forget.”
Before she could open her mouth, he pulled her down and rolled over so she was pinned under him again. The blankets slid to the level of his waist revealing his bared back. Tomica’s next words were driven away by his light kiss brushing her lips. Looking up at him in a question, she squirmed.
“Now what the hell are you doing?” she growled as he caught her wrists in his hands.
“It may be for the best, but it’s not that easy to let you go,” he said with a frown.
“Then don’t,” she murmured. Starrk gave her no answer but decided to rest and wait to see what happened.
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