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a_white_rain at 11:33pm on 04/11/2009 under fandom: bleach
a_white_rain at 11:33pm on 04/11/2009 under fandom: bleachMove Again, Shiver Too
By: (Yami) White Rain
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
Pairing: Aizen/Hinamori
Rating: Hard R for sex and murder.
Summary: It ends like this.
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It ends like this:
Hinamori waits until he’s alone, until everyone, even Gin, has left the room. She waits even longer, to be sure.
In fact, she doesn’t move until he speaks.
“Hinamori-kun.”
She walks out of the shadows, and barely contains the shiver that wants to runs up her spine. She just contains the urge to run over to him, turn him around, bury her face into his neck and run her fingers down his hips, like she’s done many times before.
“Captain Aizen.”
She feels, suddenly, that she probably shouldn’t call him captain any longer. The urge to touch him increases.
He turns around and looks directly into her eyes.
She swallows and takes a tentative step over to him.
“Are you alone?” He asks.
Hinamori’s eyes flicker to the ground for a moment, before she looks at him as directly as he’s looking at her and says, “They think I killed myself.”
“Do you plan to join me?” His voice was still as gentle as ever.
She said nothing. Instead, she took several steps over to him and grabbed his collar with both of her hands an brought his head down to her level so that she could press her lips hard against his.
His fingers worked up her shirt and she feels him unhook her bra. It’s something she’s felt many times before, but she can no longer hold in the shivers that run along her body. It was always like they were together.
When he’d worked off her top, she slowly lowered to the ground, bringing him down with her.
It wasn’t long before they were both naked, and he was nibbling on the base of her neck as he entered her smoothly.
It had been a long time since they’ve had sex, longer still, since he’d been on top.
She closed her eyes and focused on his tongue and the way his skin felt under her fingertips. She thought of nothing but him and how they felt together until it was over.
Normally, they would part long enough for her to turn around and press her face into his pillow and smell his sent on it as he wrapped his arms around her hips. This time, she set her left hand carefully on the back of his neck and brought their lips together again as she felt around for the knife that was hidden carefully in her clothes.
When she had it in her hand, he pulled away (she shivered again, swallowed too, because this was the first time he’s ever done this and it made her wish that he would take her again).
He smiled down at her, a kind of smile that didn’t fit the man she loved at all. “Can you really do it?”
She focused on that smile as she quickly lifted up the knife and brought it down in his back. The two of them stared at each other for a moment, and Hinamori imagined she saw a flicker of the man she would kill for in the back of his eyes.
Before he could ask, she said, “It’s poisoned.” She added, when his eyes closed and she felt him stop breathing as he collapsed on her chest, “from Urahara.”
She shifted her body so that she could muss up his hair so that it was no longer smooth, press her face in his hair and cry.
By: (Yami) White Rain
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
Pairing: Aizen/Hinamori
Rating: Hard R for sex and murder.
Summary: It ends like this.
-
It ends like this:
Hinamori waits until he’s alone, until everyone, even Gin, has left the room. She waits even longer, to be sure.
In fact, she doesn’t move until he speaks.
“Hinamori-kun.”
She walks out of the shadows, and barely contains the shiver that wants to runs up her spine. She just contains the urge to run over to him, turn him around, bury her face into his neck and run her fingers down his hips, like she’s done many times before.
“Captain Aizen.”
She feels, suddenly, that she probably shouldn’t call him captain any longer. The urge to touch him increases.
He turns around and looks directly into her eyes.
She swallows and takes a tentative step over to him.
“Are you alone?” He asks.
Hinamori’s eyes flicker to the ground for a moment, before she looks at him as directly as he’s looking at her and says, “They think I killed myself.”
“Do you plan to join me?” His voice was still as gentle as ever.
She said nothing. Instead, she took several steps over to him and grabbed his collar with both of her hands an brought his head down to her level so that she could press her lips hard against his.
His fingers worked up her shirt and she feels him unhook her bra. It’s something she’s felt many times before, but she can no longer hold in the shivers that run along her body. It was always like they were together.
When he’d worked off her top, she slowly lowered to the ground, bringing him down with her.
It wasn’t long before they were both naked, and he was nibbling on the base of her neck as he entered her smoothly.
It had been a long time since they’ve had sex, longer still, since he’d been on top.
She closed her eyes and focused on his tongue and the way his skin felt under her fingertips. She thought of nothing but him and how they felt together until it was over.
Normally, they would part long enough for her to turn around and press her face into his pillow and smell his sent on it as he wrapped his arms around her hips. This time, she set her left hand carefully on the back of his neck and brought their lips together again as she felt around for the knife that was hidden carefully in her clothes.
When she had it in her hand, he pulled away (she shivered again, swallowed too, because this was the first time he’s ever done this and it made her wish that he would take her again).
He smiled down at her, a kind of smile that didn’t fit the man she loved at all. “Can you really do it?”
She focused on that smile as she quickly lifted up the knife and brought it down in his back. The two of them stared at each other for a moment, and Hinamori imagined she saw a flicker of the man she would kill for in the back of his eyes.
Before he could ask, she said, “It’s poisoned.” She added, when his eyes closed and she felt him stop breathing as he collapsed on her chest, “from Urahara.”
She shifted her body so that she could muss up his hair so that it was no longer smooth, press her face in his hair and cry.