Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Obsidian and Alabaster ❯ Privacy ( Chapter 7 )

Tite Kubo owns Bleach and the characters depicted therein. The characters in this story are not mine, mostly

 

Privacy

 

“What's this?” I hadn't been paying any attention to the passing streets, shops or anything further from the back seat of the car in which we were travelling. After we'd eventually joined our driver who was nearly wetting himself with impatience in the lobby, Matsumoto handed him a list of places and had `distracted' me very pleasantly in the luxury sedan. Her lips were looking swollen and I remembered how they'd gotten that way. If I hadn't promised her we'd go shopping I would have told the driver to take us back to the hotel, immediately, but instead I obediently got out of the car with little in the way of swearing.

 

The name of the shop gave some indication, but I didn't want to acknowledge it, or the slim form of the dark skinned woman leaning against the wall who nodded greeting at our arrival.

 

“No,” I said. “I'll…”

 

“You'll shop with Yoruichi and me, sweet husband,” Matsumoto told me throatily as she drew one nail gently down my facial scar and thence to my chest. I was reminded once more how she'd spent time `exploring' as she called it in the back of the car.

 

I cleared my throat and refocused my eyes. “Yeah. Just don't expect me to try on any of this stuff. The clothes I have in the Seireitei will do fine for any events.” I tried to sound stern, but ended up sounding indulgent.

 

“They've got that special order in,” Yoruichi told my wife once pleasantries were exchanged. “There were a few questions about whether the sizes were right. The price is high, but…”

 

“Thank you, Yoruichi. I know it was extra work to organise this, but we can go out for coffee afterward and maybe you could join us for lunch,” my wife gushed. “Do you still have that appointment this afternoon?”

 

That blank look on the former 2nd Division's Captain must have been a trick of the light because it was gone seconds after I thought I'd seen it. “Yes. The appointment. Yes. And for once I find that I am inclined to keep this appointment.”

 

Matsumoto went on smoothly. “It's a pity,” she giggled and then said, “but you're here now. Later this week, maybe.”

 

A small but sly smile curved the lips of the dark haired woman and she nodded slightly, in understanding.

 

There must have been a code there that I was missing. My wife managed to confuse me when she spoke and if I spent time attempting to grasp signals I decided I'd end up more confounded than before. Later, when we were alone, I'd find some method to make her tell me. She liked to keep her secrets and from the exchange between these two women I knew that Matsumoto had been in regular contact and made more than one arrangement with her for the week ahead. The sinking feeling in my gut indicated that there might be more than one shopping trip planned and I pondered how I could escape. Once started, I didn't want to think about where this could end.

 

“Come on beloved. We don't want to keep the nice people waiting,” Matsumoto told me.

 

“What nice people? I don't like nice people. I'll wait here,” I stated firmly, folded my arms and prepared to lean against the building.

 

A soft hand reached and took one of mine and gently pulled my arm. The next thing I knew I was tamely following the damned beautiful, clear eyed woman I'd married into the shop despite my intentions. Why hadn't I simply removed my hand from her tender and sweet grip and reminded her I made my own decisions? Why hadn't I protested loudly? Was it that look she gave me that promised all types of delights if I got her alone? Yeah. I'd heard men could be led around by their dick and my wife was proving that beyond all doubt. I was watching her arse now, moving smoothly under the fabric of her skirt, twitching gently from side to side and felt a flush of heat.

 

She stopped and I stopped as well, then I looked around. Fabric, clothes, stuff; none of it of any interest to me. I was doomed and I'd been trying to ignore it until now.

 

“Here's what I've selected for Captain Unohana,” Yoruichi was saying to my wife as they fussed over something spread over the counter by the attendant. “As you can see there are a number of very fine layers. The silk is of the best quality and she can vary the layers or even leave some off if she so desires, but it will interfere with the delicate colour matching…

 

“That's beautiful,” my wife cooed as her fingers caressed the silk with a subtle move that tempted me to grab her hand and kiss her fingertips and then start sucking them.

 

“As you can see the colours are graded from a slight cream through buttercup yellow to a greyish pink. It is considered somewhat avant garde, but it is what the Retsu asked for. I thought she'd want to be in charge of selecting her own…”

 

The delighted giggle that escaped my wife made me clearly aware that there were other factors involved which were between her and Retsu. I wondered what it was, but on reflection, decided it wouldn't be important and I'd find out eventually, probably when I least wished to know.

 

Again I looked at my wife and wondered why I'd married her. Then stopped wondering. The sex was great, true, but one of the main reasons was I admired her strength. Instead of succumbing to ongoing selfish grief over events in her life, she'd got over them. Yeah, on some occasions it had taken time and help, but she didn't let anyone or anything crush her spirit, and there'd been a lot that could have. She rejected pity as if it were an insult and instead learnt from mistakes and misfortunes. If she'd been weak minded like her annoying friend I wouldn't have looked at her twice, even though she did have amazing breasts. Fuck, any man would be proud to be seen with her, but few knew her like I did. The surface was great, but there's more to marriage than surface.

 

“I think it's perfect,” she was saying.

 

“There are a few others made to the directions you gave me but none layered. No one wears layered kimonos anymore and I wonder….I'll ask her later. Why so many?” Yoruichi seemed distantly curious.

 

In reply my wife whispered quietly in her ear and they both began to laugh gently. Women sharing another joke that excluded the male; me. Did they think I wouldn't get it, or was it something else? Something sexual? The thought aroused my interest, among other things, but this was the wrong time and place. Damn it!! I should have insisted we spend the whole day in bed, but she'd already booked the blasted trip, almost as if she suspected I'd want to keep her very close and busy.

 

A small slender person bustled up to me and tried to urge me to go with him. “Get lost,” I said reasonably, careful of the reminder to moderate my language and not to try to break people as soon as I met them.

 

My wife turned a dazzling smile toward me. “Go with him, Zaraki. And try on the clothes he has for you. No arguing,” she said and licked her bottom lip in a deliberate manner. Her white even teeth, her red lips, were a strong reminder of what she'd done with both that morning caused certain images to be evoked.

 

Taking advantage of my momentary daze of lust, the man led me into some small room and indicated a pile of cloth.

 

“Yeah. What do you want me to do about it?” Was the guy dumb or just dumb?

 

“Sir, please Sir. Try it on. Madam was very specific,” he requested bowing.

 

That irritated me. A person should only bow as a mark of respect if they knew who they were bowing to. I was a customer but it didn't mean I wanted people being subservient to me. I didn't like hearing my wife referred to as `Madam' either.

 

Even so, the man looked scared so I picked up one of the items and looked at it. I was dumbfounded. What was my wife thinking? There was no way I was going to wear this! I already had enough clothes and costumes. The damned stuff she made me wear when we were dancing, the uniform that made her hot for me, that suit I'd bought as a result of our meal in the human world, my uniform, this weird leather outfit she insisted I wear today, some so called `casual clothes' and the fancy silk pyjamas, which I never wore and now this? How many clothes did she think I needed?

 

“How's it going, darling?” she trilled. “Does it fit?”

 

“I don't know,” I replied gruffly having picked up each item and glared at it with increasing disbelief. A formal male kimono with all the frustrating complications and a summer thing. More fancy stuff to store in my increasingly crowded quarters. I didn't need them or want them and I wasn't going to try them on.

 

“Why don't you know?” she sounded very perplexed.

 

“Because I haven't tried them on and I'm not going to,” was my terse reply. She may as well get used to the idea. If it was a formal occasion I could wear my uniform and Captain's coat. That was formal enough for anything.

 

Admittedly, I had a sneaking suspicion that Matsumoto would replace my Captain's coat, or buy a second one pretty soon. She'd shaken her head over the state of it more than once and made passing comments that it was shabby. I tried explaining the reason I kept it but she wrinkled her nose at me and then blew me a kiss. The matter was not finalised, yet.

 

She opened the door and the little man scuttled out hurriedly. Lifting her face to mine she stared at me with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. “Do you want me to help you get undressed?” she said.

 

I swallowed the saliva that rushed to my mouth at her offer. “Yeah,” I said casually. Now this was getting interesting.

 

The next few seconds disabused me of any notions. With quick, deft movements and no lingering skin contact, she stripped me of my leather jacket, pants and cotton shirt and began rapidly clothing me in the kimono. Her skill surprised me.

 

“Oi. How did you learn to dress a male in a kimono?” I asked with a great amount of suspicion.

 

“Do you think it's very different from a female one?” she replied. “I only have to make certain that I have the correct side on top and I don't have to tie an obi. In many ways it's easier. Instead of a family crest, I had them embroider the 11th Division symbol on it. I think it looks nice.”

 

I was dressed and I may as well have been a stranger for all the interest she showed until she'd finished. Stepping back she tilted her head on one side and looked at me carefully and then nodded. “Good. Now we'll try on the summer one. Do you want to carry a fan?”

 

“No I bloody don't. If this fits then the other will. They used the same measurements, didn't they? And there is no way you'll get me to carry a fan unless it conceals a blade.”

 

I thought she'd listen to me and take note of my protests. Being the man and her husband I thought she'd pay attention to me and follow my directions. She did.

 

“No blade. But what you say is true, beloved husband. I need the room to try on my clothes. Get changed and then…”

 

“I'll help you,” I said with determination.

 

The smile on her face seemed indulgent, but the words she spoke were not. “We have other shops to visit and this is only the first. I'd planned on finishing here in the next 10 minutes and if you help me dress it will take longer than that.”

 

Trying for a compromise I said, “I could help you undress…”

 

“Ran, the other room is vacant now,” Yoruichi called from outside. A quick smile and kiss and my wife was out of the room leaving me to struggle out of the clothes and back into the stuff I'd been wearing.

 

As I changed back into my clothes with justifiable irritation I heard a few squeals of delight from my wife who seemed happy about some thing. Even though I admired some of her abilities, it seemed she was still prone to the usual female failing when it came to clothes.

 

I picked up the bits of material in the room and took them out as I knew that they'd already become part of my wardrobe. The small man made an exclamation at how the material had become crushed but quickly became silent as I leant on the counter. Instead he shook out the clothes and took them somewhere to pack, or something. I didn't know, or care what he was doing with them.

 

This was taking too long and boredom was beginning to set in. The only things to look at were books about clothing. It was bad enough having to try on the things, but reading books about them seemed a refined torture. Leaning against a wall I tried to doze. The women were talking about weddings again. I didn't let my attention drift; I forced it to do so as fast as possible. There'd been far too much discussion about that topic in the Seireitei and I'd even pondered joining the Men's Shinigami Association to escape the gabble. That idea had lasted about 2 seconds. Spending time with those guys would be even more demoralising than hearing the merits of a formal versus and informal reception being debated again. Or if the ceremony should be western or Japanese and the buffet versus the….. Hell. I hadn't realised I'd overhead so many of the repetitive pointless conversations. The whole point of getting married was the ceremony, not all the pretence and accompanying rubbish. Who gave a crap what some flower girl would be wearing?

 

Except the flower girl in this case was Yachiru. She'd only stopped talking about it when I bit my tongue. Yeah, maybe it was an over reaction but if I'd heard one more word about the bloody pink outfit she was going to wear I would have to kill someone. Maybe a bride. Or a groom. There was plenty of choice.

 

At least my wife hadn't insisted on following some insane ritual when we got married. That was something else I admired about her. She knew what she wanted and didn't baulk when it happened. There were no irritating demands for flowers and clothes or whatever. Matsumoto showed sense, sometimes.

 

Giggling roused me from my nap and I turned to see my wife. For a moment my vision narrowed so all I could see was her, her face, her smile. I didn't like the black wig that had been placed on her head, but it was still Matsumoto, but in a form I hadn't seen before. “We'll take it and any of the others,” I said. “Can we go now?”

 

“You haven't even looked at Yoruichi or the little girl wearing the clothes we're buying for Yachiru,” my wife said, chiding me.

 

Forcing my eyes to look away from her, I glanced at the others and nodded. “Nice.”

 

“You didn't even look!” she accused.

 

“Pink and blue. Nice.” Did anyone really want my opinion?

 

“Zaraki!”

 

“That's more than I get from Kisuke sometimes,” Yoruichi said and stretched. “I still don't know why I agreed to be Maid of Honour.”

 

“Because you secretly want to be a bride,” I said deciding to taunt the woman. If she didn't want to be involved she could have refused. “You look okay. Yachiru will love that outfit and she'll wear it when she's off duty. Wife, do you need me to say anything? You've already decided.” Why pretend that my point of view mattered?

 

“Does he always overwhelm you with this amount of flattery?” Yoruichi asked.

 

They were both moving back to the changing rooms. “This is a good day. Often he just grunts in reply.”

 

What did she expect? I was a man of action, not words. She might have got pretty speeches from Ichimaru, but it didn't seem likely.

 

If this was the way the shopping trip was working out I'd have to work out a way of passing the time. Briefly I thought about returning to the hotel, but knew it would prove impossible to convince Matsumoto to cut short the shopping. Returning to the hotel without her would be pointless and I didn't want to be shut up in a room alone. I'd had some rather interesting ideas I wanted to try, but I needed Matsumoto's presence.

 

I felt my cock stir again as I imagined having her in the bath again and glared at the man who was trying to give me a bag containing stuff I didn't want.

 

“I'll make certain that everything is discounted a further 10%,” the man squeaked. “I'll even throw in the summer kimono for free.”

 

The words were unimportant and I continued to glare.

 

“Your wife. She's so beautiful that it would be an honour for this establishment to supply her kimono for free.”

 

The snarl that formed on my face made the man back away even further. Yes, my wife was beautiful, but she was my wife. Mine alone and anyone who tried to express their appreciation of her looks was suspect. I didn't trust him.

 

“I mean, she is so fortunate to be married to such a brave and strong man, that we will supply all the clothes for you and your wife at no charge.”

 

I felt a muscle in my cheek twitch and narrowed my eyes. The man had noticed his mistake and was trying to flatter me. The price was right, but….

 

“That's very generous of you,” my wife had approached while I wasn't paying attention and she was smiling at the man. “We accept.”

 

“Matsumoto...” My voice held a warning. I had been preparing to refuse the offer.

 

“We can't insult the man by declining. It would wound his pride and mean that you didn't respect his reputation,” her smile encompassed both of us, but I'd preferred if she only smiled at me. Those parted lips were an initiation and one I didn't want to ignore.

 

“But…”

 

I forgot what I was going to say as she turned to me and gazed at me with a look that promised everything if I agreed. Not being a fool, I shut up. When we got back to the hotel I'd take everything she'd promised. Who needed sleep?

 

Shortly afterward we were back in the car but Yoruichi was with us. My wife chatted to her amicably while I itched to be alone with Matsumoto. After the first shop I wondered how many she planned to visit and how long we would spend in each one. No matter what, tomorrow we weren't going out. I'd make sure of that by any means possible.

 

The next shop sold that stuff women love putting over their faces and bodies. Stubbornly I went for a walk rather than being subjected to the various stenches and colours that pervaded the place. As I wandered the streets I heard a few startled gasps as I walked past some of the women.

 

As I neared the curb a woman tripped in front of me and instinctively I caught her before she fell into the oncoming traffic. The heels she was wearing were absurdly high and she looked ridiculous trying to remain upright. Her skirt was short, but her legs were too thin and her cleavage was pitiful. It seemed like she was trying to be attractive but she failed miserably.

 

“Oh, thank you,” she gushed and then stopped. Her gaze travelled up and down my body avidly. Of course I wasn't wearing my eye patch and my hair was loose the way my wife preferred. The leather outfit fit well I supposed and Matsumoto had expressed herself pleased with how I looked

 

This woman acquired an avaricious and hungry look that reminded me of one of the weird Espada I'd fought in Hueco Mundo. She smiled at me and looked at from under her lashes.

 

“Because you rescued me, I'll buy you a drink. There's a hotel nearby and maybe we could get a room for extra privacy,” she suggested. “You can tell me everything I need to know about rich handsome men who rescue beautiful women. My name's Rebecca.”

 

I glanced over my shoulder to see which man she was talking about and started as she put her hand on my arm. “I mean you,” she giggled. “I've never seen anyone like you before and I'd like to get to know you better.”

 

It was very clear that the `rich' part of her comment mattered more to her than anything else. Her appeal which hadn't been much decreased even further. “I'm married,” I said curtly.

 

The statement made her falter for a moment but she recovered quickly and a sly smile spread over her face. “But your wife's not here. She doesn't need to know and you're just my type.” She ran a hand down the side of my face and I recoiled.

 

How thick was this woman? “I'm not interested in you.”

 

Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at me. “But you saved me. Why aren't you interested in me?”

 

The main reason was she wasn't Matsumoto and my pulse remained unaffected. Then I wondered why I had bothered to catch her, let alone talk to her. Instead of answering I began to walk away and she grabbed my arm.

 

“No man treats me like this. Answer me!” she demanded.

 

Without thinking I took her hand from my arm, none too gently and continued on my way. I may have squeezed her fingers too tightly because she ran and stood in front of me, blocking my way. I changed my direction and began to walk back to the store where I had left my wife. There was obviously something wrong with her and I didn't want to know about it.

 

Arriving at the store I found that the two women were waiting for me in the car and we left to go to the next place. Once again I considered returning to the hotel but if I left it might take Matsumoto even longer to complete the shopping.

 

As Yoruichi and Matsumoto left the car for another store I decided to stay inside and try to catch some sleep. I hadn't enjoyed the unwelcome attention paid to me by the woman and didn't wish for a repeat. Awakening, I heard female voices discussing babies.

 

“Didn't you ever want children?” Matsumoto asked.

 

I chuckled silently at how direct she was. Though why anyone would want to contaminate the gene pool with Urahara's progeny escaped me. There were enough perverts in the world already.

 

I opened my eyes and looked at Yoruichi who was not smiling. “Maybe one day. I can choose when.”

 

That comment didn't please me at all. “At least our kid will have plenty of other kids to play with.”

 

“I think you'll like the next shop,” Matsumoto said quickly. “They sell lingerie.”

 

I recalled hearing the word before but couldn't remember what it meant and I frowned at her questioningly. “Underclothes,” Matsumoto said as she studied my face carefully for a reaction.

 

My spirits lifted immediately as she said that and her smile indicated that she'd received the reaction she hoped for.

 

“I'm coming into the changing room with you,” I told her.

 

The women exchanged glances. “I don't think you should do that,” Yoruichi said with a hint of fear in her voice. “The rooms are small and there's not much privacy.”

 

Folding my arms I leant back in the seat. “If she's trying on underwear I want to see it before she buys it.”

 

“You could choose the ones you like for me to try on and it they fit I'll buy them. And I can choose the ones I like,” Matsumoto suggested. She seemed slightly alarmed and amused by my stance.

 

“I'll do both,” I told her, saw she was going to protest and then held up my hand commandingly. “Don't even try. I won't listen.”

 

I preceded them into the shop and immediately began rifling the racks selecting the articles I liked the best. An attendant arrived to ask what I wanted.

 

“Measure her,” I said pointing at my wife, “Tell me her size and then she'll use the largest, most private changing room.”

 

“But, Sir,” the attendant began. She was short, nervous and petite. As she looked at me, she gauged my height and paled slightly.

 

I reached for my wallet and selected one of the plastic cards which I handed to her pleased to see her expression change from that of fear to delight. These plastic cards seemed pretty effective.

 

“Yes, Sir. Immediately, Sir. Please come with me, Madam and we will ascertain your measurements.” As she looked at Matsumoto her eyes bugged slightly and she then looked at me again. She appeared ready to say something, swallowed and then politely led my wife somewhere.

 

“Don't forget your appointment,” my wife reminded the former Captain as she left.

 

“Are you looking for underwear too?” I asked Yoruichi.

 

She smiled at me, displaying her sharp incisors. “As your wife reminded me, I have an appointment. Ran has arranged to meet with me later and I imagine I'll see you then. Bye, Kenpachi. Try not to shock the humans too much,” she said and laughing she left the store.

 

Shock the humans? She must have been thinking of her paramour because I didn't attract much attention. I was discreet and didn't want people gawping at me.

 

A flushed and flustered attendant came over to me. “I have the measurements.” She handed me a piece of paper and pointed to one part of the store. “You might be able to find items that will fit her over there.”

 

“You come with me. I'll need someone to hold the things when I choose them to take them off the hangers,” I instructed her. It seemed she would protest, but instead she nodded and followed me obediently.

 

After looking through some of the other garments I had an idea what I wanted. A little judicious choosing and the woman's arms were full. She left me to take them to Matsumoto while I selected a few other interesting items that appealed to me. I followed the attendant and pushed past her into a room. Matsumoto was sitting on a chair and for some reason did not seem very happy.

 

“Beloved, why aren't you trying the clothes on?” I could swear she was nearly pouting.

 

She opened her mouth and then it closed abruptly. Her look skewered the attendant who hastily back out of the room and closed the door which I locked as soon as she had left. It didn't really seem like a changing room, more like an office. There was a desk and window which had the curtains drawn. I was pleased that the woman had listened to me, but I wanted to find out what was irritating my wife.

 

“Zaraki, I know this in interesting for you but could you please stop being so obvious?” She picked up one item, her eyes went wide and she hastily replaced it. “I would like to choose some of my own underwear.”

 

I couldn't understand what she was talking about. I'd brought in all the items that attracted me and I thought she'd be pleased I was displaying an interest. “Try these on and then I might let you choose some others, but these were the best.” I was quite proud of the wide variety of colours and styles. She could buy them all if she wanted. I hoped she would.

 

She swept her hand at the pile of clothes. “Try these on? Do you know how long it'll take? I'm hungry and I want to have lunch.”

 

The mention of her hunger immediately drew my attention. Visions of her hunger the previous day tantalised me.

 

“You said I could choose clothes for you yesterday.”

 

“Oh, I did,” she said and a look of drowsy pleasure washed over her face. “And I can recall why.”

 

“Indulge me. Try on this,” I said and handed her one of the sets I had chosen. As soon as I had seen it I imagined her wearing it. Then I imagined taking it off her.

 

“Only if you close your eyes.”

 

Close my eyes? The whole point was I wanted to see how she looked in the things. She must have noticed the change in my expression because she said, “I'll tell you when you can look.”

 

Sitting in the chair that went with the desk I complied.

 

“No peeking,” Matsumoto said teasingly.

 

The rustle of fabric indicted that she was changing. As much as I wanted to watch, it only seemed fair that I didn't.

 

“I've never seen one like this before,” I heard her say and it made me wonder what she was talking about.

 

“You can look now, but remember I am pregnant and I don't think these are meant for women in my condition,” her voice was a mixture of laughter and regret.

 

Ignoring my initial reaction I gazed at her. The bra cupped her breast pushing them together and up but leaving the nipples exposed. The pants were brief, barely covering her.

 

“We're buying them,” I told her.

 

She glanced at a mirror on a stand that tilted to different angles and appeared uncertain if she liked the image she saw. “I'm not sure…”

 

I stood and walked behind her wrapping my arms around her waist and pushing my hips against her buttocks. “I am.”

 

She looked at me through the reflection in the mirror. “Here?”

 

“Of course here. Why do you think you're here instead of a changing room? I don't want to be interrupted and Yoruichi warned me not to scare the humans,” I explained. As I spoke my hands copied the bra and cupped her breasts but I caressed her nipples. Immediately they became erect and swelled slightly under my touch. “Look how ready you are. You want to fuck.”

 

“Someone might interrupt,” Matsumoto said.

 

“And you said that after we ate in the restaurant and only Urahara bothered us.” Recalling that incident made me wish I'd broken his teeth. My beloved didn't need any leering depraved men making suggestive remarks to her. She had me.

 

She half smiled and in a throaty voice said, “I want to be able to concentrate. Can't we wait until we get back to the hotel?”

 

Grinding my hips into her I showed her the reason we couldn't wait. “I've locked the door. Yoruichi has left and the attendant expects a large profit from our business. Who would want to bother us?”

 

I began licking her neck and noticed that my argument was having some effect. Her stance became loser and my fingers found their way inside her pants and her tongue flickered over her lips. “Look at your reflection, Matsumoto. Look how drowsy your eyes are. See how you breasts respond to my touch and how your legs have shifted further apart. Tell me you don't want this.”

 

`I can't,” she whispered through wet lips. “You told me not to lie.”

 

“I'm going to take you here while you face the mirror. You're going to watch me screw you,” I told her. Fuck, the thought of this was making my cock throb. I moved away briefly and tilted the mirror to a different angle. This was going to be good. Then I resumed my position and began caressing her once more.

 

“No, Zaraki. I don't want to look at myself,” she told me trying to turn and face me.

 

The elastic of the underpants was constricting my hand. I wanted them off. Reaching for the side I noticed they were held together by bows and I pulled the bows undone leaving the lower half of her body completely exposed to both our gazes. I wanted to plunge into her immediately, but wanted to make her relax and accept this new idea.

 

“You can look at me, but imagine being able to see my cock entering you. Don't you want to see that?” Her cunt was wet around my fingers as I explored her, testing to see if she was ready to take me, or if she was still resisting my idea.

 

She parted her legs further. “Yes.”

 

The one thing I'd forgotten was she was shorter than me and I'd have to bend my knees again. It reminded me of when she'd arrived in Hueco Mundo and I'd found her and fucked her before I'd even greeted her. She was even more desirable now and seeing her expressions change as I touched and fondled her made me eager to take her.

 

I unzipped my pants and freed my cock, debating whether I should undress. A few seconds made me work out how long it would take and there was no point in waiting. I'd have to stop touching her and there wasn't any advantage. I could undress while we were fucking if I had to.

 

Bending my knees I pulled her higher and angled myself in order to slide in. It didn't work immediately because the angle was wrong.

 

“Beloved, help me.” I wanted to watch her like this and didn't want to stop.

 

Her hand reached down and guided me between the pouting lips. With a quick forward flick I began to slide within her.

 

“I don't know if I can keep my balance,” Matsumoto gasped. “I don't want to lean on the mirror.”

 

I bent my knees further and she eased off her toes a little. “I want this,” I growled in her ear. “Look at us. Doesn't that do something to you?”

 

Her eyes were nearly closed. She opened them and stared at our images in the mirror and I noticed the flush on her cheeks deepen. Her arms slipped behind her and she tried to caress my shoulders but instead only managed to reach my arms. “Touch me. Touch me, Zaraki. I can't take much more.”

 

I had been taking her as hard as I could, given the position but I too was close. Bloody close. Slipping my hand down I grazed the tip of her clitoris and her body thrashed against mine.

 

“More! More!” she was squirming and the insistent movement was making it impossible to stop coming.

 

“Here's more,” I said and stop toying with her. As my fingers took possession of her she cried out loudly and her heated body closed around me insistently.

 

I struggled to keep us both upright at my orgasm drove all other concerns from my mind.

 

Burying my face into her neck I sucked gently and then withdrew. Immediately she turned to me and said, “I'm hungry.”

 

I hoped she meant for me. “Want to try to desk?” I offered.

 

She glanced at it and shook her head. “I'm hungry for food. And you. I need to eat. I think we should go back to the hotel, after you take me out for lunch. I can wait, barely.”

 

I didn't know if I could wait through a lunch before I had her again.

 

“I have to get changed. Do you really want to buy all these Zaraki?” she said as she gestured to the lingerie I had chosen.

 

“Yeah. Why not?” I said as I tucked my cock back into my pants and did them up. If I did the jacket up, there was no noticeable sign of what we'd been doing. “Do you want me to help you change?”

 

Her low laugh was suggestive and I began to feel a rising hope. “With your help I imagine I would be dressed sometime next week,” she said. “Why don't you pay for everything and wait for me. I won't be long.”

 

“Wear that underwear,” I commanded her as I gathered the flimsy garments.

After checking that I would not scare the humans I went to pay.

 

The assistant seemed to be very red in the face and had trouble looking at me as I told her I was buying all the clothes I had chosen. The amount she named seemed reasonable considering the amount of satisfaction I'd receive from seeing my wife in these clothes, just before I removed them and fucked her. I was waiting for my receipt and the bags when someone exclaimed, “That's him. That's the man I was talking about.”

 

The voice was vaguely familiar but I didn't bother to look.

 

I felt someone tapping at my shoulder. “Go away. I don't like people other than my wife touching me,” I barked.

 

“Why were you so rude to my friend, Rebecca? She was only being nice to you,” a new voice asked.

 

It was obvious that whoever this was, they didn't have an understanding of self preservation. Irritably I turned and saw that the woman I'd prevented from falling and then ignored and some other female were standing there staring at me.

 

“Your friend is a fool. I'm not interested in her and I'm married.” I wished Matsumoto would hurry up and appear so we could have lunch and then each other.

 

“I want to know why you're not interested.” Anger had twisted the foolish woman's face and buoyed by her friend she seemed prepared to confront me about this slight. Was she so unused to rejection that she didn't know how to accept it?

 

I didn't know the human world contained women like these. I crossed my arms and frowned at them but they didn't back down.

 

“You've insulted me and I want a reason or compensation.” Was the next demand. It confirmed my original thought that she was interested in money, not in me.

 

Instinctively I reached for my zanpakuto but then remembered I didn't have it. Matsumoto had prohibited me from carrying any weapons so I considered knocking the women's heads together though I doubted it would knock any sense into them.

 

“Beloved, are you ready for lunch?” Matsumoto swept toward me, walking in front of the women and kissed me hard on the mouth. Never averse to kissing my wife, I pulled her close and forgot anyone was watching.

 

The women were still standing there when I finally released my wife. Their mouths were stretched wide as were their eyes. “Who are these women?” Matsumoto asked. “Are they trying to sell you something? Or are they collecting donations?”

 

Seeing my wife restored my sense of humour. “They want me to donate my body to them, or a considerable sum of money. I think it's the money that interests them most.”

 

Matsumoto turned to them with the smile that terrified most Shinigami and moved closer. “My husband is not available and he certainly wouldn't be interested in you. If you want money, earn it.”

 

`We were just passing by,” the offensive female gabbled and grabbing her friend ran for the door.

 

“What happened?” my wife asked after they'd left. She didn't seem amused.

 

“The woman offered to have sex with me and I told her I wasn't interested. She had trouble understanding why.” Briefly I explained the events watching her face. She narrowed her eyes when I admitted I'd prevented the woman from falling.

 

When I'd finished Matsumoto looked at me seriously and then frowned. “Don't talk to any strange women in future, husband, or I'll have to take action.”

 

“Then you shouldn't go anywhere without me, beloved. How about a quick lunch and a long, long rest.” I couldn't resist drawing her close and kissing her mouth again.

 

“It will be a very good lunch,” she informed me once the kiss was finished. “I've already ordered it and it will be waiting for us.”

 

Hearing this I smiled. My wife didn't want to wait. She needed food but she wanted me. Life was good.

 

A.N.

 

There will be at least one more chapter.

 

Thanks for the review, Bastion.

 

Soundtrack

“Cantaloop' US3

`How Does it Make you Feel?' Air

`Let's Get Flat' Jimmie's Chicken Shack

`Love in Motion' Flowers (otherwise known as Icehouse)

 

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