Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Promoting Vice Captain Relationships ❯ Reconciliation ( Chapter 3 )

First Kiss That Matters
NC 17 version
By Trynia Merin
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, which belongs to Tite Kubo, Shonen Jump, and Viz. I make no money writing this fan fiction.
A/N: Thanks to Snowzapped for ideas and input on this fan fiction. Especially with the renrukinness.
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By the time the door slid open they were in their former positions. “Lady Rukia, is all in order?” he asked.
“Y… yes… but if you’ve food, be quick and leave it,” Rukia answered. Catching Renji’s grin she continued, “We’ve both quite hungry.”
“Thank Kami, they’ve food,” Renji mumbled, his stomach rumbling. Tensely they waited for the trays to be set down on their red stands, then breathed a sigh of relief when they were again left alone.
“I hate interruptions,” Rukia grumbled. Immediately Renji attacked a plate of steaming hot food, half on his way to filling that empty hole Rukia figured was present.
“Well I’ll forgive em since its to feed us,” Renji answered, bits of rice falling on his chest. He wiped them away quickly, seeing Rukia watching him.
“No matter how many of those damn tattoos you get you still remind me of that kid I met years ago,” Rukia answered, reaching for her own portions.
“You look as damn cute as you ever were. Just took me half a damn lifetime to realize it,” Renji answered.
“Idiot,” Rukia answered, feeling her heart swelling with affection.
“I’ve got an idea,” Renji chuckled, as she ran her hand along his robe clad leg.
“Mmm?”
“Keep our clothes on, an’ do a little playin’ to see how we can keep from messing things up. So your brother doesn’t suspect a thing,” Renji smirked.
Food platters were put aside as Rukia and Renji crawled over to one another. Carefully Renji repositioned the cushions to the left of the table, while Rukia placed the dishes far away, neatly stacked. “Don’t want anything to break, because you’re so damn clumsy.”
“Who’s clumsy?” he answered.
“You,” Rukia answered, crawling into his lap again. Arms wrapped around his neck at the same time he embraced her. Again, she straddled his bent knees, rubbing deliciously against him to sate the itching burn there. His head angled down while hers leaned up, their mouths merging hungrily. On his questing tongue, she tasted red bean paste along with other rich spices.
This time his hand wandered from her neck, sliding stealthily down between their bodies. Two strong rough fingers rubbed at the junction of her legs, causing Rukia to shiver. “Wait,” she whispered.
“Sorry…” he apologized, surprised her hand still held his wrist instead of pushing him away.
“Shut up, and let me try something,” Rukia hissed his apology away. His tension vanished when she turned around in his lap and sat with her back facing him.
“Ah,” Renji mumbled, directly into her ear when she grabbed his hand and pushed it down where it was before. Scooting back in his lap she rubbed her bottom over the once soft bulge she now felt hardening. His resulting groan told her he knew exactly what she wanted. Especially when he slipped his fingers between her legs, pushing aside all but the last garment in his way.
“There?” Renji whispered hoarsely, tickling her ear.
“Yes… right there,” Rukia whispered back, her voice shifting into a yelp. Deliciously he rubbed at the acing spot, with a steady pressure. Shifting back, she bumped against his groin.
“Ohh damn, that felt good,” he whispered back. Again, she felt his fingers brushing through cloth, blood pumping in her ears as it rushed from all parts of her body.
“It’s all here, right there at your fingers,” she whispered.
“Mmm, so wet…” he growled, tip of the tongue brushing her earlobe. She squeaked as the edge of his teeth abraded her bare neck.
“Not so hard, softer,” she urged.
“Like that?” Renji murmured, switching to a more teasing feather light stroke.
“Ohhh you bastard that tickles even more,” she yelped, jerking in his arms.
“I wanna see your face when I do that,” Renji whispered, removing his hand and then Rukia felt both of his palms spanning her waist. She felt a lifting sensation, and a slight turn, urging her to again shift to straddle him so they faced one another. Renji moved his legs, so he sat his bottom on the floor on the pillows. Lying back, he put Rukia astride him, and bucked up a bit. She reached behind her and pulled his robe so his legs were bare, and his own undergarment was pressed to hers.
“Showoff,” she answered, grinding down. A few times, they retaliated, each spurring the other to rub more deliciously until Rukia felt moisture spilling around her, soaking his undergarments.
“Mmmm,” he moaned, gripping her hips tightly so she felt the skin would bruise. “Don’t stop…”
Hunger grew between them quickly; she heard her own breath hitching with each new groan out of Renji’s lips. He sat up, while she rubbed his chest and both panted hoarsely. “I can’t stand it. My whole body’s burning thanks to you.”
“You want me to help…”
“Help make it worse or better idiot? I hope not with your fingers!” Rukia moaned, her voice deep, her body aching for some resolution. Feeling his fingers reaching to rub her she shook her head.
“Damn… sorry I pushed so hard…”
“No, don’t you DARE stop, Renji Abarai,” she growled, her heart sinking because he had suddenly lost his nerve.
“My mouth then?” he winked.
“Not that. Time for that later,” Rukia whispered, shaking her head. Renji’s eyes widened and he supported himself by bracing the flats of his hands on the tatami.
“Ya sure?”
“You backing down, mister? Don’t tell me you’re chicken...”
“I’m not chicken, Rukia,” he glared at her, and then chuckled. “Damn I want it too…”
“Do I have to do everything myself you lazy slacker?” Rukia panted, lifting her hips. She watched his eyes blink, his tongue sliding out to lick his lips as she pulled aside her underwear. Still fully clothed, she reached under her.
“Stop, wait…” he gasped.
“Don’t you dare…?”
“Shut up, give me a minute,” Renji argued back. “Geez, can’t ya let a guy make himself ready? Don’t think ya wanna fuck me through my underwear…”
“Crude as ever,” Rukia glared down at him, then caught herself smiling.
“Ya sure?” he asked one last time, freeing himself. She caressed hot slickness, sighing, as it seemed to jump in her hands.
“Does this… answer your question,” she gasped. For a minute they hesitated, Rukia shivering with anticipation. Renji’s fingers plunged up into her core while she held herself up off him, robbing her of the ability to speak.
Instinctively she reached along his dripping wet fingers, sliding her own moisture over his hard length. Neither was sure who moved first, but at the same time Rukia gripped him, she felt his fingers brushing hers as he held her bottom with one hand, and himself in the other.
“Oh… hell,” Rukia choked, feeling him brush her teasingly, then the spread of something impaling her. Breathing in and out quickly she relaxed her body, trying not to tense up as Renji’s hands spanned her hips and held her securely. Bracing her hands on his chest, she remained there, spread wide and aching all over with the intrusion. She felt his own chest rising and falling, his heart hammering just aside of her right hand covering part of the zigzagging inked pattern.
“Rukia…” was all he could stammer out when she felt herself sliding down, and stopping.
“I’m okay,” she gasped, struggling to push herself off while so tightly filled. It whipped the breath from her, the aching burn screaming for more motion, but complaining at pain.
“G… good…” Renji stammered, his whole body shaking. His arms wrapped around her, as Rukia shifted, and she felt him stab up, before moving out. Then he settled one hand on her ass, caressing it while slipping one of his hands under her left knee.
“Oh… that helps,” she gasped with relief, feeling him sliding deliciously deep, and it seemed there was more space inside.
“Ah… ah hell yes… Rukia…” he panted, face contorted in pain, but Rukia knew he was happier then he had ever been.
“Oh damn… oh hell… oh Kami… Renji…” she gritted, her lips moving with the weird sounds she bit back and stifled in her throat.
“So good… so long… wanted… you…”
“Oh yes… I want… more… don’t… oh kami…” she repeated, hushing her voice to a whisper. “Burning… aching… ahhh….”
“Do that… again…” she heard him grunt. Shadows and light merged, along with the tingling ache. So far and so close. Damn she wanted more, and more. Up and spread, crashing down, body slamming into his hips. So small and yet such a huge feeling that burst out from inside.
Then molten hotness flooding through. Sticky, fierce and throbbing. Matching the slickness of something once hard that only softened slightly. A loud sigh, from somewhere inside while her heart pounded double-time and her body burned. That tingling itch shimmered like stardust now, her whole body humming with a different energy and a surge of happiness.
Against her ear, she felt the pulses of Renji’s breath. Bracing himself on his hands, he then collapsed on the pillow with a loud thump and a long luxurious sigh. Sensually he rubbed her hips, tugging her down.
“Oh Rukia, that was… oh damn…” he rumbled, words stringing in nonsensical phrases.
“You dummy,” Rukia answered after a time, enjoying the feeling of sticky hotness even though her hair was untouched.
“What?”
“We could have been doing that for the last thirty years,” Rukia answered, resting her face against his bare chest. Still his robe was half belted, hanging off his dark shoulders. Sitting up again Renji held himself up with hands braced behind him, then curled one arm around her tightly.
“Who cares how long it took. Was damn worth the wait,” Renji answered, kissing her lips lightly before rubbing his cheek to hers. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled something out, and Rukia felt him shift to the side. Slowly he lifted her off him, and set her to the side, turning over himself.
“I think… there are the napkins we both didn’t use, and some hot water left,” she whispered. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the handkerchief she kept there as part of her ensemble.
“Uh huh… wait I’ve got something myself,” Renji murmured, both feeling a surge of awkwardness filling their flushed faces.
Rukia grabbed the kettle and the two discarded napkins, turning around to see Renji already mopping at himself with a loudly colored bandanna. One others neatly folded lay on the floor by him, to Rukia’s amusement.
“Son of a bitch, that’s where those got to,” Rukia blinked.
“Ya never know,” Renji shrugged, tossing her one.
“Here,” Rukia said, walking on her knees to grab one of the cloths, and wet it with some of the warm water still left in the kettle. She passed it to Renji, who was mopping between his legs with the pocket bandanna he kept there.
“Ya gonna be okay?”
“Any hair out of place?” Rukia asked.
“Nah, not bad at all. But yer cheeks are nice and red, and yer lips are all swollen…”
“So are yours, idiot,” Rukia chuckled, Bracing her hand on his shoulder to totter to her feet. Hastily she wiped between her legs, grateful when Renji found more of the elaborate napkins that were hardly used. They were thankful the smell of the spicy food they later masked it with hid any evidence of their true use.
“The pillows seem okay,” Renji said, picking both up and putting them by the table again.
“Good. And the napkins all look like you used them to mop off your messy mouth,” Rukia announced.
“Hey!”
“Food stains. Gotta blame someone,” Rukia grinned, her heart still skipping beats. Inside she felt sticky, but knew the rich perfume she wore would hide any incriminating scent for the time being.
No sooner had Renji scrambled back to his cushion, then they heard the tapping at the door. Rukia hastily knelt herself, and saw the door slide open. Tentatively the servant poked her head through, glancing meekly. “Rukia-sama… your brother requests your presence and that of Abarai-fukaitacho-dono.”
“Right,” Renji panted. Rukia saw his face was still ruddy with their activity, and guessed she must be the same.
“Tell him I’ll be there soon,” Rukia answered.
“He wants to see you now,” answered the servant, her body tense. Quickly she glanced at Renji, who returned her gaze with a small smile.
“We’ll go see what he wants,” he murmured. Climbing to their feet, they followed the servant down the hall.