Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ First Kiss of Snow ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

He had slept soundly throughout the night. Feeling a deadening languor throughout his whole being, his eyes danced at the fresh morning light seeping through the window screen. He could descry snow clinging to the outside sill and railings, but the white magic had ceased to fall. It made no difference. Perhaps this was the first morning in his long career as a Shinigami that he did not immediately rise and ready himself for the day. His limbs remained pressed into the soft flesh beneath him squeezing slightly at the memory of earlier hours.

Her warmth was pervasive, and Hitsugaya Toushiro, Captain of the 10th Protective Squad, felt the texture of his own skin melt and become one with the mounds of her chest and smooth line of her abdomen. Never again would he move…never ever…

Then an erratic, eccentric second flashed before his mind's eye…the face of his Vice-Captain.

Closing his eyes in a transient submission to defeat, the young Captain knew he would at least have to make an appearance at the office in order to keep Matsumoto from asking any unnecessary questions…and also to scold her for drinking the entirety of the previous day. Absolutely hopeless, he thought to himself.

It was still early. Perhaps he could slip out and spend about two hours yelling at Matsumoto while fabricating some rich plan behind his need to work “out of the office” the remainder of the day. Perhaps he could be back in the loving, naked arms of Hinamori Momo before she even stirred. She had always been a champion over-sleeper.

Slowly the haze from deep sleep subsided; he knew the time had come for him to make a move. At a torpid pace he began to lift his body from hers, smiling as her arms dropped like lead onto the futon. With a quick swing to the left, he cleared mattress as silently and stealthily as a leopard pouncing from one tree branch to the next. Taking a moment to watch her sleep, Toushiro said a quick prayer of thankfulness…her fulsome affection and absolute uncanny ability to make him writhe and scream with pleasure had completely changed the fate of his heart. He knew that from now on, getting out of bed would be much more difficult.

She turned and settled on her side, letting out a soft sigh into the pillow. He must move quickly if he was to return in time….

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“WHY IF IT ISN'T MY CAPTAIN!”

In one fell screech, Matsumoto Rangiku had managed to blow off Hitsugaya's ears. Cupping them slightly with his hands, he moved backward and out of the line of her cloying embrace as she tried to capture him between her oversized breasts.

“MATSUMOTO!” he all but screamed, his face contorted in absolute rage. She stopped stock still, surprise spreading through her features.

“What is it, my Captain?” she managed to cry in an overtly sugary fashion. The snicker across the room alerted young Toushiro Hitsugaya that two other figures sat lazily within his office.

“What are Vice-Captain Abarai and Kuchiki-sama doing here?” he asked flatly, not in the least amused at their solicitous grin. His gaze caught the three empty sake bottles lying on the floor as well as several streamers and ribbons scattered here and there. His face heated immediately with new-found vexation.

“Were you having a party?” latent danger vibrated underneath his question. He crossed his arms in a mock-parent/child fashion itching to reach for his sword. Abari Renji and Kuchiki Rukia stood frozen in worry. However, Rangiku merely grinned in satisfaction placing a hand on her Captain's shoulder.

“No, not at all, Taichou.” she laughed merrily and pointed to her very cluttered desk. Hitsugaya looked in utter shock as he saw three massive piles of paper work. “Renji and Rukia were merely helping me complete all the remaining work for today.” her eyes glimmered with absolute mirth. As if to further corroborate Matsomoto's story, Renji held up his hand holding an ancient, overused pen, and Toushiro marked the black ink stains that graced his wrist and fingers.

His mouth froze in a silent O…eyes darting from one face to the other. Suddenly white, hot panic coursed through his body. She knows.

“Now, Taichou, I refuse to let you hole yourself in here when it's such a gorgeous day. I bet you didn't play in the snow once yesterday! Lucky it hasn't melted!” he was vaguely aware of Matsumoto chattering, her natural bonhomie persistently assaulting his annoyance. He blinked in rapt confusion to see such reckless waste around the room, but all his paperwork neatly stacked and completed.

“I…you mean you even finished your report on the mod-soul legislation?”

She nodded hurriedly, her hair bouncing on her shoulders. “Now, don't you worry, Captain. Leave it all to Matsumoto!” Furthering his disbelief, she began to forcefully push him back towards his private living apartment.

“But, Matsumoto…” he stammered, losing all dignity.

“Now, now now, don't complain about your day off, Taichou!” as she pushed him past Renji and Rukia, exchanging a brief wink at the pair.

When pressed into the door, Hitsugaya relented… “Alright I'm going.” he said grumpily… “but clean up this mess before I get back…or there will be hell to pay, Matsumoto!”

“Yes, sir.”

The minute he was gone, they burst out into relentless laughter.

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“How could she possibly know? How?” Hitsugaya anxiously whispered to himself as he entered his private quarters not thirty minutes after leaving them. Of course he was grateful for his Vice-Captain's thoughtfulness…for the chance to spend another day in bed with Hinamori. Yet, if she knew, then of course Abarai and Kuchiki-sama knew. How long would it take for the gossip to spread throughout Soul Society? He flushed with embarrassment.

Hanging his head for a moment, Toushiro sighed. What would be would be. In the end, it was probably better to get the information out in the open. No need to cry over it or be mendacious about what had happened. Starting today, Hitsugaya would be a man tied down to his heart. It wasn't a bad thing to be attached to another openly. It was all he ever wanted to be…beside Hinamori.

With that, he hurriedly moved to the bedroom, quick to shed his clothing. She had not even moved in the short minutes of his absence. As furtively as he could manage, he shuffled in next to her, wrapping her body with his strong arms and pulling her to him. She sighed contentedly, “Shiro-chan.”

He smiled. He had this moment, and it was enough.

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By noon, Hinamori began to stir and lifted her lids to great the now-sleeping face of Hitsugaya Toushiro. Grinning widely, she let her fingers trace the lines of his forehead as he snored lightly.

“Just like a child.” she half whispered to herself. He looked like a child in his sleep, with his eyes shut tight and his silver hair draped over his face. Suddenly, her heart began to race with a new ebullient ambition. She knew the perfect way to wake him up. Sliding down and lifting the covers, Hinamori made contact by wrapping her mouth around her new favorite part of his body.

He woke slowly, half aware that he was bucking up against her. Moaning deeply, he brought his hands to her hair and pulled her up. Tasting himself on her lips, he clawed at her breasts in a hurried need to be inside her once again.

“Good morning,” she said breathily against his lips.

God. He was glad Matsumoto had let him stay in bed. Very, very, glad.