Tryst (Gin/Rangiku)
Title: Tryst
Author: kay_willow
Pairings: Gin/Rangiku
Rating: R (sexual content)
Spoilers: none
Notes: Written for an anon request at sira's multifandom anon drabble meme, for Gin/Rangiku with the prompt "sex in his office".
Gin's hand closed around her wrist before she could jerk back. He murmured against her skin, "It's only Izuru."
For some reason, Rangiku was not reassured. She pushed herself up on one elbow and twisted her captive hand loose to toss her hair back over her shoulder. "I don't care if it's a eunuch--" His eyebrows lifted, as if to say, Are you implying it isn't? "--I'm not going to lie here half-naked on your desk and jerk you off while he watches."
Gin didn't seem bothered at the idea. Honestly, if she'd been in control, she doubted she would've cared either. But Gin always seemed to take the control from her slack hands, and she always let him, and she --
--She didn't want anyone to see that.
"In the closet," Rangiku murmured, half to herself, and wriggled easily out from under him to find her hiding spot. Kira's footsteps were right outside the office when Gin slid into the closet next to her and shut the door.
Then his lips were on hers, he was pinning her to the wall with his body and she wrapped her legs around his hips with a little too much eagerness, a little too much willingness. Rangiku could hardly hear his lieutenant calling out for him over the intensity of their kiss, the roaring in her ears as she searched Gin's mouth. His long fingers slid under her hakama, pressing deep into her wetness and making her buck against him. Their robes were open and hanging loose around them, fluttering like wings with her hungry movements and his ragged
breaths.
Gin guided the silk pants off her hips just enough, and she pressed herself tight against him, breasts heavy on his chest and lips scoring his neck. The darkness meant that she couldn't see him, maddeningly, and beyond the thin door she could hear Kira stepping closer to Gin's
desk.
Then Gin thrust into her sharply, and she bit her lip on a cry and dug her fingers into his skin, hard enough to make him bleed. But a wide smile only curled up his lips, she could feel it where it brushed against her temple.
"Wouldn't it be funny," he mused, so quiet as to be almost inaudible, "if Izuru found us in here because of the noise we were making?"
Rangiku glared at him, but it was ineffective in the dark, and then he shoved in again and she bit her lips, the only thing she could do to maintain silence.
Author: kay_willow
Pairings: Gin/Rangiku
Rating: R (sexual content)
Spoilers: none
Notes: Written for an anon request at sira's multifandom anon drabble meme, for Gin/Rangiku with the prompt "sex in his office".
Gin's hand closed around her wrist before she could jerk back. He murmured against her skin, "It's only Izuru."
For some reason, Rangiku was not reassured. She pushed herself up on one elbow and twisted her captive hand loose to toss her hair back over her shoulder. "I don't care if it's a eunuch--" His eyebrows lifted, as if to say, Are you implying it isn't? "--I'm not going to lie here half-naked on your desk and jerk you off while he watches."
Gin didn't seem bothered at the idea. Honestly, if she'd been in control, she doubted she would've cared either. But Gin always seemed to take the control from her slack hands, and she always let him, and she --
--She didn't want anyone to see that.
"In the closet," Rangiku murmured, half to herself, and wriggled easily out from under him to find her hiding spot. Kira's footsteps were right outside the office when Gin slid into the closet next to her and shut the door.
Then his lips were on hers, he was pinning her to the wall with his body and she wrapped her legs around his hips with a little too much eagerness, a little too much willingness. Rangiku could hardly hear his lieutenant calling out for him over the intensity of their kiss, the roaring in her ears as she searched Gin's mouth. His long fingers slid under her hakama, pressing deep into her wetness and making her buck against him. Their robes were open and hanging loose around them, fluttering like wings with her hungry movements and his ragged
breaths.
Gin guided the silk pants off her hips just enough, and she pressed herself tight against him, breasts heavy on his chest and lips scoring his neck. The darkness meant that she couldn't see him, maddeningly, and beyond the thin door she could hear Kira stepping closer to Gin's
desk.
Then Gin thrust into her sharply, and she bit her lip on a cry and dug her fingers into his skin, hard enough to make him bleed. But a wide smile only curled up his lips, she could feel it where it brushed against her temple.
"Wouldn't it be funny," he mused, so quiet as to be almost inaudible, "if Izuru found us in here because of the noise we were making?"
Rangiku glared at him, but it was ineffective in the dark, and then he shoved in again and she bit her lips, the only thing she could do to maintain silence.