The Trick is in the Treats, trick 3
Fandom: Bleach
Author: gloaming_grove & fuzzibunniez
Title: The Trick is in the Treats, trick 3
Characters: Nanao Ise x Kyoraku Shunsui
Rating: M, eventually
Warnings: None, for now
Word Count: 1617
Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach.
WARNING; READING THIS MAY RESULT IN CRAVING SNACK FOODS, AND A CORRUPT MIND.
This is a joint project with my awesome friend fuzzibunniez, Happy Halloween!
The Trick is in the Treats
Ise strode briskly along the curving corridor, stoically ignoring the aching in the arches of her feet and the burning in her calves. She muttered under her breath as she walked, grimly swearing revenge on the man trailing behind her.
Never again would she allow him any say in the appropriate attire for trips to the human world. She would not have given his opinions a second thought if it hadn’t been for the sudden flurry of paperwork that all but snowed her under in the week preceding the party. In her efforts to deal with the extra workload, she hadn’t had time to research the proper protocol for ‘fancy-dress’ parties, so when her captain had said he would take care of it, she had accepted, albeit with some reluctance. It was not one of her best decisions.
“Nanao-chan, this one’s open.”
Ise turned just in time to see her captain disappearing into a room. “Kyoraku-taicho, it may not be a good idea to enter one of the rooms without knowing what it might contain. Kyoraku-taicho?”
Exasperated, she followed him in, surmising that it would be better not to be separated. “Kyoraku-taicho, I thought we agreed to stick together and discuss our course of action before…” Ise whirled around as the door shut behind her. She tried the handle but it was locked. She glared at her captain, who had settled on the foot of a chaise-longue.
“We were walking for ages,” he drawled, “nothing was happening and I wanted to sit down. Besides, I was sure Nanao-chan’s little feet must need a break too.” He patted the space next to him. “Come sit next to me.”
Ise took a moment to examine her surroundings to make sure they were secure, and also to search for another seat.
They were in a richly furnished bedroom. A four-post bed dominated one side of the room; the chaise-longue that Kyoraku-taicho had claimed was at its foot. An archway led to what appeared to be a bathroom on one side of the bed and a large wooden dresser was located on the other side. A heavy wooden desk was on the opposite side of the room, under a curtained window, and bookcases lined the corner. A fire blazed behind a grate in the wall next to the door.
Ise briefly contemplated the mechanics behind finding a corner room located on a long curving corridor, but got distracted by her aching feet. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to sit for a while? But the desk was so far, and there was no way she was going to climb onto the bed, so she dropped onto the chaise-longue with relief.
Unsure of what she had been so disturbed about a moment before, Ise undid the straps of her black stiletto boots with deft fingers and settled in comfortably with her throbbing feet beside her.
“Much better, ne?”
“Better.” Ise’s body, unaccustomed to exercise in such high heels, began to relax, soothing muscles she had not known were tense. Still vaguely irritated with her captain, she swatted his hands away absently when he tried to lift her feet into his lap.
“Come on, Nanao-chan. It’ll feel good, I promise.”
She considered resisting, he was her captain after all, and it was highly inappropriate; but she was unwilling to listen to his inevitable wheedling, so she just let him pull her feet onto his lap.
And instantly lost track of rational thought.
Her aches and cramps melted under his coaxing fingers; her full attention was drawn to her feet. She sighed, luxuriating in warmth and comfort, and in being touched. It had been a long time since she had felt physical contact outside of training and combat situations and she surrendered completely to the unfamiliar sensations.
His fingers kneaded the arch and ball of her foot before moving to stroke the tension from the muscles between the dorsal bones. He moved upwards to her ankle, rotating it and firmly massaging the tendons, all the while cradling her foot in his large warm hands. Her other foot was feeling neglected, so she used it to nudge at his thigh, silently demanding the same treatment.
By this time she was thoroughly relaxed and beginning to wonder why they had been locked in the bedroom (her mind was fuzzily resisting examining the semantics of how it was possible). She just didn’t believe it was so she could get a foot massage, as marvelous as it was. She opened her eyes to find her captain watching her.
“Feeling better?”
“Hmm.” She didn’t feel up to coherent speech just yet so she continued to watch him with hooded eyes.
“We should probably try to find out what’s going on, ne?”
“Hmm.”
“So we aren’t stuck here forever?” he tried again.
“Hmm.”
He stared at her for a moment and then, giving up, he deposited her feet on the chaise-longue and stood up. She watched from her comfy position as her wandered around the room, apparently searching for clues. She came to the conclusion that he was quite pleasant to watch, when he wasn’t wearing that ridiculous hat. When he came to the desk, he lifted an envelope from it and showed it to her. She shrugged in response, so he opened the envelope and took a sheet of paper from it.
“‘Play a game’,” he read. “That’s all it says. An instruction…?” He thought for a moment, and then, “Well, that’s easily solved.” He rifled through the drawers, muttering, “Pen, pen. Like the one Rukia-chan gave Jyuu.” Finding what he was looking for, he grabbed the piece of paper and a book from the bookshelf to press on and returned to the chaise-longue.
He scribbled briefly then drew four overlapping lines and passed the book to her. “Naughts and crosses.” He grinned at her. “Nanao-chan can go first.”
She took the pen he offered and made a cross in the top left corner. He sulked briefly because he wanted crosses, and then drew a circle in the centre. She drew a cross in the bottom right corner, and he countered with a circle in the top right. She claimed the bottom left corner and the game. They played again, to a draw.
“Aw, you’re no fun. Aren’t you gonna let me win?”
She glared at him.
“No? How about a different game then? Hold your hands out, palms down.”
Cautiously willing to indulge him, she held her hands out only to have him smack them gently.
“Ne, Nanao-chan, you’re supposed to move them.”
She complied, managing to dodge most of his lazy slaps. By the time her turn came she was mildly embarrassed to find herself enjoying the game, and when she managed to hit his hands with a resounding smack, she inadvertently laughed aloud.
“It’s good to see you relax and smile every now and then.”
While he looked around and then went to try the door, Ise shrugged off her cloak. She vaguely remembered not wanting to do this, but she couldn’t quite figure out why. It was making her hot; she wanted it off.
“Looks like we need to try a different game.” He turned back to her and froze for a moment. Then, sitting down again, he took her feet back into his lap and stroked them absentmindedly while looking around the room. “How about eye-spy? I spy with my little eye something beginning with an L.”
“Linen.” He shook his head. “Letter… ladder…light…”
“You’re getting warmer.”
“Lamp.”
“Got it. Your turn.”
“I spy with my little eye something beginning with a…” She looked around the room for inspiration and then down at the book beside her, noticing the title for the first time. Shibari: The Art of Japanese Bondage. “Book...” She said faintly, recognizing it as one from Lisa-fukutaicho’s personal library.
“That’s not the way it works, Nanao-chan. I’ll go again. I spy with my little eye something beginning with an L, again.”
Ise looked around the room, beginning to suspect that they were playing the wrong type of game entirely. “Letter.” Play a game.
“You already said that one.”
“Line.” He shook his head. She noticed a length of rolled up cord on the dresser. “Lash.” Among the books she had inherited when it became apparent that Lisa-fukutaicho was not coming back, there were quite a few that dealt with rope.
He looked confused. “Um, no.”
She glanced at the bed, noticing metal catches in the sturdy frame of the headboard. “Latch.” She had been a curious teenager, and ever on the lookout for something new to read. On a hunch, she looked at the ceiling and saw something that confirmed her suspicions. “Hook.”
“It has to start with an L. Are you okay, Nanao-chan?”
“I don’t think we’re playing the right kind of game.” She was still curious; it remained one of her greater failings. Ise focused her attention on her captain, trying to make up her mind.
“Nanao-chan?”
She smiled. “Let me give you a clue. Legs.”
They glanced down at hers, bare almost to the hip and in his lap, and at his hands gliding along her skin, very far from her feet. He removed them as if burned.
Curling her legs under her, she leaned close to him and ran her hands over his torso. “Leather,” she murmured, smiling appreciatively at the muscles under her fingers.
“Nanao-chan?”
“Lap.” She swung one leg over his to straddle him.
Leaning forward again, she whispered in his ear, “Leash,” and attached the cord she had managed to confiscate earlier in the evening. She could feel his breath on her bare shoulder, warm and heavy.
Tightening her grip on the leash, she murmured, “Lips.”
To be continued...
Other Chapters: Trick 2
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