Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Obsidian and Alabaster ❯ Clothes ( Chapter 8 )

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

 

Clothes

 

I wasn't happy. This honeymoon seemed more about shopping and sightseeing than sex. In the three days we'd been here my wife had insisted on shopping each day and visiting places of interest. The first day was bad enough, but the following two she insisted on going out both in the morning and the afternoon. The afternoons were devoted to seeing 'sights' or 'sites'. Both; either. I didn't know and didn't bloody care.

 

Sure, we had sex, but it seemed to be incidental. Matsumoto enjoyed it as much as ever, but then talked about shops or sightseeing while I held her and stroked her body. She should have been concentrating on me, not on spending money on junk or temples. Our time was limited and Buddhism, Shintoism or any of the other 'isms' were incidental. She'd suggested an overnight trip to Mt Fuji, but it meant being on a bus with a bunch of people for a full day. I'd heard about those.

 

I'd suggested a private car tour, just the two of us, but she'd explained that Yoruichi was eager to make the expedition and named a few other people who had indicated an interest. Fuck that. Kenpachi Zaraki going on a bus trip with a bunch of freaking tourists? It was not going to happen. So what if it was an area of natural beauty? I'd indulged her enough by going to the places we'd already visited and putting up with the other people. I was sick of taking my shoes off.

 

She'd refused to allow me to visit a maid cafe, hell knew why. Hitsugaya had told me about the visit she'd insisted they make to one when they'd been there and I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. My suggestion had been met by a blank look which turned into a frown. "I don't think that's a good idea, beloved," she'd said quickly.

 

"Why?"

 

Assuming that vague expression she used when she didn't want to answer directly she waited and then said, "They're overpriced."

 

Considering the way she'd been spending money, that didn't seem like a very good answer. It was a wise choice to book a suite otherwise we'd be too crowded in a single room with the number of purchases she'd made. Even so, I didn't want my living quarters strewn with packages and bags and I'd arranged for an adjacent room to be used to store them after the first day. I didn't begrudge the expense, but hoped the need for shopping would tail off soon.

 

"I think we can afford it," was my reply.

 

"There are so many other things to do," she'd answered.

 

I frowned.

 

"Maybe later?" she'd said.

 

'Maybe later', meant she hoped I'd forget about it. I wasn't going to. Not that I wanted to see pretty girls in short skirts, but it might be fun. None of them would compare with my wife, it wasn't possible, yet if I could make her a little jealous, she might try that much harder.

 

Today I'd made plans. She wasn't leaving the room and neither was I. We were going to fuck until neither of us could move. Each time I'd suggested it before we'd been interrupted, by problems or some damned thing. To prepare, I'd contacted reception and instructed them firmly that we were not interrupted and to collect all our clothes and shoes for cleaning and/or repair. I'd ordered food to be delivered, at measured intervals and that it should be left outside the door so I could collect it when I wanted. Not when some self important jumped up condescending prat invaded my privacy with all the damned bustling and carrying on. The food could be hot or cold, as long as it was there when we needed it.

 

I'd left my wife sleeping. I didn't want to, but if she slept now she'd have more energy later. To work off some of mine I went into the room that provided the most space and began to stretch. There had been no time for exercise since we got here. I didn't count the walking around as exercise, and I sorely needed to do something else to get my energy level to a more manageable state. I hadn't bothered dressing as it only wasted time and I didn't intend to wear clothes at all that day. There was only one person who'd see me and I liked the way her eyes roved over my body.

 

Feeling the damned sexual stirring again, I skimped on the stretching and instead did some of the other things that quickly warmed the muscles so I could indulge in a full workout. After this maybe I'd carry my wife into the bathroom and shower with her. The shower was large enough for four and washing my wife's body always led to more interesting diversions.

 

Cursing at the automatic reaction I lay on the floor and began to do sit ups followed by crunches. It felt good to feel the burn as the contractions began to work. Flipping over, I did some push ups and then returned to sit ups.

 

The rustle of fabric against skin warned me that my wife was waking. "Zaraki? Zaraki, where are you?"

 

I heard her rise from the bed and then a slight pause before soft footfalls indicated she was walking through the rooms. I decided not to reply, knowing she would find me shortly.

 

As she approached I wondered about her reaction to my plans.

 

I loved the way her hair framed her face and body as she came into the room. She looked rested and satisfied, but I wanted more than that. I wanted her to look exhausted and sated but still hungry for more.

 

"Exercising? Maybe I should too. Unlike you, I like to wear clothes when I exercise," she said as her gaze lingered on my chest and cock.

 

Before I could say anything she nodded and left the room. I heard the doors of the wardrobe open and shut, then a startled explanation. Then the drawers were open and shut rapidly as my wife searched for things that were not there.

 

"Zaraki," she came running into the room. My eyes were immediately drawn to her breasts. My cock twitched.

 

"Zaraki, all our clothes are gone! And our shoes. We've been burgled while we were sleeping!" She came and stood close to my head and I gazed up, seeing the soft golden down that covered her sex and a slight trace of moisture. Immediately I stopped doing sit ups and looked at the evidence of either the sex we'd had or her potential arousal. It made me hard.

 

"Are you listening to me beloved husband?" Her eyes raked my face and then travelled down until she noticed my fully erect cock. She smiled but then said, "While I appreciated the salute, what are we going to do about our clothes? I can't find any of them. Not the new ones, or the ones we brought with us."

 

A grin crossed my face. "If you want to know the answer, you know what you can do." I leered at her suggestively and pumped my hips upward.

 

"Here? Now? We've got to contact the manager and complain about the burglary."

 

Her protest was not terribly convincing, but it didn't make me happy that she didn't immediately impale herself on me. This was a honeymoon. She was my bride. Clothes weren't as important as sex.

 

Then it seemed that she'd guessed from my comment that I might have something to do with the missing clothes. Her hands placed on her hips, she bent down. I liked the fact she was in closer proximity to me and my hands reached for her, but she batted them away impatiently and asked steadily, "Where are our clothes?"

 

This attitude was becoming wearying. Did she think I would permit anyone to enter our room while we were sleeping without challenging them? Didn't she see the effect she was having on me? There was no reason to answer unless I received some payment. "You want an answer, you know what to do." I was not happy about needing to repeat my earlier statement.

 

"If you tell me, I will."

 

I felt my temper rise. The woman was attempting to bargain with me over sex. That was not her normal reaction and I didn't expect her to play these games.

 

"Matsumoto, it is our honeymoon. It is meant to be time we spend together, alone."

 

She stood straight and observed me closely, with one eyebrow slightly raised. "I know it's our honeymoon, beloved."

 

"Do you? Then why all the shopping and stuff?" My voice came out harsher than I planned and she flinched at the words.

 

"A honeymoon is for both people, Zaraki. I like shopping and visiting places," was her noncommittal reply.

 

I stood, and looked down at her, torn between my desire to sweep her up in my arms and carry her to the bedroom and the other real need to point out that so far all her wishes had been indulged.

 

"Shopping bores the fuck out of me. And I'm freaking sick of visiting musty old temples and palaces. Our last attempt at a honeymoon was interrupted constantly by other people and this one is almost as bad. Do you want to be abducted again for some fun?" I shot back at her and immediately regretted it.

 

Her eyes became huge and veiled with tears. The mixture of fear and hatred that crossed her face made me reach to hug her but she backed away. "Don't touch me! Don't you come near me."

 

Shit! Why did I have to mention that? The last honeymoon had ended with her abduction by Gin and her near death, and the other assorted problems. She was still trying to come to terms with some of the ongoing effects and I used it against her in a fight, like the moron I was.

 

"Matsumoto, I want to be alone with you," was my first attempt at trying to stop the tears and accusations from occurring.

 

She didn't move, didn't react. Guessing it was the wisest move I didn't try to get closer to her and tried again. "Not visiting friends or stuffing around. Time together. "

 

The way her mouth turned down indicated I'd made another mistake. Thinking that honesty might help was obviously wrong. Once more I added more words to the mix hoping that eventually I'd select ones that didn't make her look with disappointment. "No interruptions. I don't need anyone else. You and me. It's enough."

 

I detected a slight shrug of her shoulders. It didn't help me work out if the situation was any better or any worse. Taking one step closer was the next mistake as she backed away even further.

 

"I said the wrong thing. I'm not good with words."

 

Instead of contradicting me, she nodded. She agreed that I wasn't good with words. I stopped, and tried to think. Was she trying to annoy me, or was she being honest?

 

"I love you, woman. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'd kill any frigging bastard you tried to harm you or take you away. You know that."

 

She nodded again and that gave me hope, though she didn't say anything. She didn't look like she'd run away or burst into tears anymore. If I thought it would work, I'd pick her up and carry her back to the bed and screw her until she passed out from pleasure. In her current mood, it was likely she'd struggle and hit out at me. In her condition, it would be bad. She'd already had to cope with so much during this pregnancy that another fight would only hurt or cause her trouble.

 

This time I tried an appeal to her. Yeah, maybe it was manipulative but there was no way I was going to win using my normal tactics. "I've done what you've asked. I've shopped, visited temples, carried packages, looked at palaces. Isn't it my turn to choose what we do?"

 

It was low, but it was our honeymoon, not hers alone.

 

The expression on her face softened and then turned slightly guilty. I pressed my point. "Imagine the whole day, in bed. No interruptions, no attacks by Arrancar, no bloody meetings or paperwork. Food, sleep and best of all me, fuc...making love to you."

 

I deliberately used the words she preferred. Clawing back her attention and affection was worth any payment. I also decided to play my trump card.

 

"I've ordered food, all the stuff you like. Hold on," Grabbing a towel that was handy, I slung it around my hips so she wouldn't have any reason to object. I went to the door, opened it and picked up the tray that was there. The food was still hot. Placing it on the table I removed the towel and pulled out a chair waiting for her to take a seat.

 

"You're hungry, aren't you Matsumoto. Food then sleep, or fuc... making love."

 

It sounded like she giggled. She sat down and took the seat opposite her admiring the exposure of her body. We often didn't sit naked at a table to eat as I would carry both her and the food to the bedroom, sampling one first and then the other. As she took the covers off the food her eyes widened.

 

"Western breakfast? Eggs, so many varieties, waffles, pancakes, French toast, muffins, crumpets, cold meats, bacon, danish,....Zaraki, there's too much food." Her eyes were dry and she was smiling at me slightly.

 

"We both know what happens when you get hungry," I said, trying to infuse my words with humour.

 

 

"I can't eat all this."

 

"You won't. I'm hungry too and you went to sleep before you ate dinner last night," I reminded her. Her lunch may have been large but she had seemed exhausted when we arrived back at the hotel after whatever places we'd visited. I didn't bother remembering what they were called. A quick screw and she'd fallen asleep on my chest. Not wishing to wake her, I'd simply held her until I too drifted off to sleep. My stomach was empty.

 

Carefully, she selected some of the food and began to eat, slowly. Too slowly for me, but I knew from the past that depending on her mood and how hungry she was she would not be hurried. If she was simply refuelling, she ate fast, but if she enjoyed the food, she lingered, tasting each bite carefully. Usually I just shovelled the food down as rapidly as I could, not bothering the taste or savour it unless she'd cooked it. This time I decided to change tack and chose exactly what she ate and followed her lead.

 

Eating slowly was different. The flavours mingled as I chewed and while they didn't taste as good as her mouth, they were okay.

 

"Why are you copying me, husband?"

 

I looked up and noticed she was observing me closely. "Thought I'd try something different."

 

A tiny smile appeared in her eyes. "You like to try lots of different things," she replied smoothly as she carefully cut into a waffle, dripping with maple syrup and cream. As she placed the food in her mouth she shut her eyes and licked the minute traces of cream and syrup off her lips.

 

My cock had the inevitable reaction, but I wasn't going to rush her. Instead I cut off a large piece of waffle and shoved it into my mouth to stop it watering at the sight of her. The saliva would help me swallow the food in a mouth that teemed with moisture while the throat had gone dry. I tried to swallow, but instead coughed and took large gulps of water to help me get it down.

 

I looked up to see her face filled with concern. "Do you need me to help?"

 

Shaking my head I refilled my water glass and swallowed the contents before I replied. "Seeing you eat makes me want to take you to bed."

 

Her face lost every trace of amusement and a single raised eyebrow preceded the retort. "Watching me breathe makes you want to take me to bed."

 

"You got a problem with that?"

 

Intently I watched her face, expecting some reaction to my words. Yeah, lust had roughened my voice and made it sound harsher than I wanted. Who could tell how she was going to react to my words and the way I'd said them.

 

Imperceptibly at first she began to smile and then giggled. "As long as you keep your attention strictly confined to me, I think I can cope." Then she forked some more waffles into her mouth before I could suggest that I needed to lay down and recover from the coughing fit, with her.

 

It wasn't a problem. Not really. If she ate more, then there was a chance she would be able to concentrate on me for longer. And not fall asleep when I had other plans.

 

I poured her some apple juice. "Drink that," I told her. "You need the vitamins."

 

An edge of pink emerged from her mouth and then she fully poked out her tongue at me. "Yes, Captain. Anything you say, Captain. You know best, Captain." She slowly drank the juice.

 

"Anything I say, eh? Then I say hurry up and finish eating."

 

Looking at me steadily she explained, "Retsu told me to eat slowly and eat as much as I wanted. Do you want me to tell her that you told me to disobey her instructions?"

 

Remembering how the woman could make me suffer if I didn't, I shook my head. "Eat as much as you want."

 

In the absence of anything better to do, I continued to eat, slowly, paying even less attention to the food, my full focus being on the tantalising woman who sat opposite me. She picked up a cherry and placed it between her full lips as her teeth bit into the plump red fruit. Closing her eyes with pleasure, brought me to her feet and I was around standing next to her in seconds. Placing my lips on hers, I bit into the other side of the cherry. My wife's eyes opened wide and she stared at me with a small amount of shock apparent in her eyes.

 

"I like the taste of cherry juice on your lips," I told her and then removed what was left of the cherry as I licked her lips with the point of my tongue,

 

"I'm eating, Zaraki," she said, with not too much complaint in her voice.

 

"The food will still be here. I've ordered morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea and dinner as well. You can eat when you're not lying down," I tried to coax her. "We can take some of the food into the bedroom if you want. I'll even let you use me as a plate."

 

That idea was good, but I thought of something even better. "Or I could eat off you and then eat you."

 

I wasn't that hungry, but any excuse would do to get my mouth on her again.

 

She studied me for a moment, then placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed me away slightly. Her hand trailed slowly in lingering circles down my chest and even further. The touch made me hard.

 

"Not eggs," she said, the decision clear in her tone.

 

She was agreeing? Food, Matsumoto, bed, sex. Maybe this would turn into the honeymoon I wanted after all. I certainly liked where her hand was heading.

 

"Nor meat. I've got enough meat for the two of us."

 

My wife rolled her eyes at the comment and it did not please me. "Problem, woman?"

 

"Men's obsession with their cocks," she said.

 

I grinned down at her. "You show a similar interest," I pointed out noting where her hand now rested.

 

She looked down, noticed and then flushed deeply. "You hypnotised me."

 

I didn't know what she was talking about. Her hand was stroking me and it was obvious that her mind was on a similar path to my own. "I don't hypnotise you. Can I help it if you can't keep your hands off me?"

 

Her hand clamped down tightly on my cock, but not enough to cause pain. "Zaraki, stop acting as if I'm as sex mad as you are."

 

In answer I grabbed both her hands, removing one from my cock gently and pulled her to her feet. "You are. You say you're not, but I know the truth. Stop pretending. Who gives a fuck what other people think?"

 

Her eyes went wide and she flushed.

 

"You haven't mentioned it, but I know you feel bad for saying what you did to Retsu, but why? She likes sex."

 

Some days I had the talent to say the one thing that would upset my wife completely. It seemed that today was one of those days. While they were friends and it was in the past, she didn't like the fact that I'd once had a thing going with Retsu.

 

"You would know," She retorted pulling her hands away from mine.

 

"It was in the past, and she never got into it like you do," I said unaware that I was making matters worse.

 

"Do you want me to interview all your ex lovers and get tips on how to keep you happy? Are you going to give me a list?" Her temper flashed. She wasn't yelling, but her voice had dropped and fire sparked in her eyes.

 

"You don't have to do that," I began. She went on tangents too often and I was reluctant to provide the names of any other women I'd screwed. It was bad that she knew about Retsu.

 

"Very kind of you, husband. I only need to talk to Retsu, then. She'll know everything." Her voice was higher than normal. Not a good sign.

 

I took a deep breath and thought about embracing her, but in her current mood she'd fight back. Her hands had curled into fists. If she hit me, it wouldn't hurt anything except possibly her hand and our marriage.

 

Dozens of words to calm her down passed through my mind but in her current agitation all of them might push her further down the path of irrationality. Instead of analysing it all I decided to simply say what I thought. "Retsu couldn't teach you anything. No one could. You're the best."

 

I thought she bit back a sob. Was that good?

 

"I love you, Matsumoto. How many times do I have to tell you? When are you going to believe it?" Suddenly I felt tired.

 

Her voice hoarse, she asked, "How many women have you had sex with?"

 

That came out of nowhere. The other times that question had hovered I'd deflected it. Why she thought it was important I didn't know. I was a man, I'd screwed around before, but it was only sex. It meant nothing. Until I'd met her I'd never even tried to count.

 

In answer, I shrugged. I didn't want to tell her.

 

"You demanded I tell you after we admitted we loved each other and you've never answered that question when I've asked it," her voice was still hoarse and her eyes were slightly red. She wasn't crying and it made me wonder why her eyes had changed to that colour. Was she upset, but trying not to show it? Why did it matter? It was in long ago and had no significance to the present.

 

"It's not important."

 

Before the last word was out of my mouth, she tilted back her head and screamed, loudly. I went to hold her, check if she was suffering any pain but her hands came up and pushed me away, hard. Well, hard for her and I was forced to take a few steps back.

 

"Are you hurt?"

 

In answer she screamed loudly again and I once again tried to get closer only to be pushed back harder this time.

 

"What the hell is going on Matsumoto? Why are you screaming?" If there was another scream this time, I might start to worry.

 

She said nothing, glaring at me with an intensity I hadn't seen for at least a week. I stared back, not willing to say another word if it meant she screamed again. It seemed my wife might be angry with me, but in this mood I was sure that she wouldn't succumb to my normal methods of making her think about something else. I took one step toward her and she opened her mouth widely once more, so deciding to play it safe, I moved back, a little farther than before.

 

Her voice, roughened slightly from the screaming was low and very compelling. "I asked you a simple question, Zaraki. I expect a simple answer."

 

She was this upset about a trivial issue? "What does it matter how many women I've fucked? I married you."

 

She drew in a deep breath and it seemed she was preparing to scream again.

 

"I don't know. I never kept count," I said quickly.

 

"You never kept count," she repeated slowly. "Was it more than four?"

 

The woman had no idea. I was a man. Before I'd even come to the Seireitei I'd screwed any number of women. Was she interested in the whole number, or the ones since I'd joined the Academy?

 

"Yeah. It was more than four," I admitted with a sigh. "Can we talk about something else?"

 

She wasn't going to let it go. "How many? Five? A dozen? A score? A hundred? More?"

 

My irritation grew. "None of your business, woman. Let it go."

 

She snorted. It sounded like she was laughing but it wasn't funny. "It is my business. Don't bother getting angry. This time I want an answer."

 

I thought of trying to distract her with a sure fire method that worked so often previously. "It was before you threw yourself at me," I began but she interrupted.

 

"If you're going to say it doesn't matter I will hurt you."

 

It seemed unlikely, but in this mood, she might try and I'd end up injuring her accidentally. I wanted to laugh at her assertion, but kept my face impassive and my gaze steady. "More than 10 less than 1000."

 

Even when her mouth gaped open like that, I still wanted to kiss her. "What kind of answer is that?" she eventually asked. "Is it more than 500?"

 

I shrugged instinctively. Yeah, it was dumb, but this conversation was not what I'd expected to have this morning. The chances of getting her into bed and having some hot sex seemed to be getting further away.

 

Her voice harder she asked the same question.

 

"No," I said.

 

"More than 10 and less than 500," my wife said. "Less than 400?"

 

She was persisting. I needed a diversion. "I'll be back in a moment." Improvising I went to the bathroom. After doing the necessary I had a shower, brushed my teeth, and did other things to pass the time. All the while I was racking my brains, trying to think of some way to get my wife to let it go.

 

When I finally left, she was standing outside. I hated the wrinkles in her forehead and even while I admired how her breasts were masked by her crossed arms, I didn't think she was trying to be sexually appealing.

 

She opened her mouth but I covered it with one hand and drew her close with the other. "Beloved wife. It doesn't matter if I've fucked 1,000,000 women or 1. None of them mattered then and they matter less now. I've only married one and only made love to one. You. There could never be a woman I would care about more than you."

 

I uncovered her mouth so I could cover it with mine and kissed her gently. Instead of drawing back she uttered a small sob and kissed me back. I drew her closer and concentrated on her mouth, touching the areas that didn't draw an immediate response, but found soothed her. The longer the kiss lasted, the more pliant she became in my arms.

 

Drawing my mouth from hers, I ducked my head to her level and looked deep into her eyes. "I love you," I said once more. "Only you."

 

"I love you, Zaraki. Even if you've slept with 50 women."

 

Was she trying for a response? Did she think that I'd give her the information so easily? Before she could persist, I kissed her again and slid my hands down to her waist, feeling the friction of the soft skin against my palms. I wanted to stop all this talking and take her to bed. This time the kiss was meant to arouse and it did, both of us.

 

"My knees don't want to stay steady anymore. They keep folding," my wife said.

 

I didn't stop the grin from crossing my face. "You need to lie down."

 

Picking her up and carrying her to the bedroom took seconds and I placed her gently on the bed and joined her. No clothes needed to be removed and I was pleased she hadn't remembered the food. I only wanted to taste her, not some food that would blur and smear her sweetness.

 

After what had happened it seemed we needed to get close and the best way to get close was fuck.... making love. She seemed to need gentle attention and it might be a good plan to try to blank out any thoughts that other women had ever touched me. What did she expect? I'd had a life before I met her. She'd had a life. I hated the past. There were too many problems that existed there which could cause her pain. My past didn't matter. None of it had been important at the time and it wasn't relevant now.

 

Nothing was important except her and sex. That was all I wanted to think about and do. Everything else could go to hell.

 

I pushed her down gently and prepared to kiss her, but her hands had slipped down and were now wrapped around my cock again. Groaning while biting down on my tongue I wanted to take her quickly, but while it would be great, it wouldn't reassure her. I made sure not to bite too hard. I didn't want the taste of blood to cause any problems. Fucking was on my mind, not fighting.

 

"Were you always this quick to get hard, with other women?" she asked.

 

I shook my head in denial. Talking to her might encourage her to ask more questions and answering them would take time away from what I wanted to do. Before she could ask any other questions I kissed her again, pulling her onto her side while my hands stroked her back. Just light strokes that would make the nerve endings of the skin tingle slightly, Prolonged tactile contact could hurt or irritate, but subtle touches, sometimes with the very ends of the fingers or the slight scraping of fingernails brought her out in goose bumps and made her gasp in delight.

 

This time she sighed deep in her throat as my mouth and hands did their work. Her hands were now splayed on my thighs as she paid them the same attention I was giving her back. My plans for slow and gentle seemed like the idea of someone else who didn't know what he was talking about.

 

"Why are you keeping me waiting?" The voice didn't sound like mine and looking at my wife I saw her eyes were heavy lidded and her cheeks pink. I admired the way her lips had swollen and seemed to part in anticipation of either another kiss, or my cock entering her.

 

I hooked one of her legs under my arm and drew it up gently and was preparing to guide my dick into her, but I felt her palm on me, directing me, urging me in. I was going to enter her slowly, but the first contact made it necessary to plough into her as fast as possible. She was slick and eager and joining with her became urgent.

 

"Frenzy," Matsumoto said.

 

Stopping mid thrust I looked at her. "What?"

 

"That's how you make me feel. Like I'm in a frenzy."

 

I think she meant it as a compliment, but she was kissing me and sliding her body against mine like she'd been deprived of a good screw for weeks instead of a couple of hours. I was the one who'd been denied for days. "If I make you feel like that, why are we shopping and acting like tourists?"

 

Her eyes opened fully and she stared at me. "I don't want you to get bored..."

 

I laughed. What she was staying was stupid. Bored? She never gave me a chance to adapt to which mood she was in before she changed and was either ready to fight or fuck me. Some men might find this annoying, but at least she acted like a person with normal reactions and feelings.

 

I pushed her gently on her back and raised moved over her, staring deep into her eyes, I kissed her hard as I thrust impatiently into her. "You."

 

Another deep kiss and long thrust, "Never."

 

This time I had to plunge into her numerous times feeling her welcome me into her body, deeper each time. "Bore."

 

I kissed her, holding her close. Talking was over rated. Everything except fucki... making love with Matsumoto and fighting didn't live up to the expectations. Except some fights recently had been pretty dull too.

 

"Me." I finally said as I took my lips from hers.

 

Her lips quivered and I was unsure if she was going to cry, but instead she smiled. "I try hard not to."

 

"You make me hard," I said and she giggled. I liked the way her body moved around me with the involuntary movement of the giggle.

 

"Keep giggling, wife. It feels good."

 

Pushing her thighs up I was forced to sink inside her and she giggled once more. Her warmth, the slight jiggling of her body added to my decision to forego being gentle.

I felt her legs wrap around my back as if she had guessed my thoughts.

 

My control snapped and I could feel the bed and her shudder under the force of my thrusts but she seemed to enjoy it, rising to meet each thrust and getting slicker and hotter under me.

 

"Again, again," she urged me as I felt her skin heat even further and noticed her skin was now slippery with moisture. Good didn't begin to describe how I was feeling. While I didn't want to stop, it wasn't going to be possible.

 

"Zaraki," I heard her call as she tightened around me. Giving up I let go and came with her, welcoming the overwhelming rush that was part of it.

 

After the few seconds required to recover I stared down at her.

 

"If you spend the rest of the day in bed, reacting like that I'll go on the bloody tour of Mt Fuji, but you have to spend another day in bed with me when we get back. No. Make that two days, or three."

 

Her hand reached up and stroked my cheek. "As long as we have plenty of sex during the tour," she said.

 

My mind involuntarily presented images of taking her on the bus, against a wall. I swallowed hard. "Sure." I agreed.

 

 

Author's Note

 

Thanks to k-dash for the discussion about numbers and other things.

 

Bastion, I didn't know there was going to be chapter 9 for this, but the Mt Fuji trip will be interesting.

 

Soundtrack

'Funtime' Iggy Pop

'Smokin' Japanese Babe' Future Sounds of London

"Everytime We Touch' Cascada

'Original Bedroom Rockers' Kruder and Dorfmeister

 

Review. Reviews sometimes amuse.