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Fic - Charity
Title: Charity
Rating: PG-13 for mentions of naughty things
Characters/Pairings: Shuuhei, Rangiku, implied Gin/Rangiku, twisted Shuuhei/Rangiku
Word Count: 300
Summary: Shuuhei regrets his “generosity”
Disclaimer: I am not an Asian man. Nor can I draw. Draw your own conclusions. (Ho ho, pun!)
A/N: Written for week 54 “freak” at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Shuuhei left her room on shaky legs, a sour taste in his mouth. When he slid her door shut, he forced himself to swallow, to breathe the air. Anything to push the night’s events far away. He leaned against the veranda railing and dropped his head into his hands, hands clammy not only for physical reasons.
He wanted to purge himself of everything he had just done.
Rangiku.
If he stopped breathing for long enough, Shuuhei thought he could hear her shift on her futon, hear her softly moan as she sank into the depths of sleep.
Gin always wanted me to do all the work. I never got to relax with him.
They were drunk again and had stumbled upon that unfortunate turn in conversation.
I just want to be touched again.
Shuuhei turned his back on Rangiku’s room, hands gripping the railing. That confession from earlier continued to ring in his head. He knew she could hold her sake. He knew she’d remember everything in the morning. He knew she was serious.
The still-fresh images assaulted Shuuhei’s memory. The railing groaned underneath his hands as he strengthened his grip. He tried to focus on the courtyard, anything to block out those memories, but the moonlight cast dark shadows and Shuuhei could do nothing.
The sake bottles increased. Shuuhei’s vision danced, but he still noticed the delicate way her thick curls bounced. And when she laughed at some joke, he couldn’t help but notice how her breasts threatened to fall out of her robe, more than usual.
Those same breasts, pressed against him. Her lips, sloppily on his. Her hair, spilled over her futon.
His body above hers, taking pleasure where his mind dared not.
“Gin,” she murmured from inside.
Shuuhei shoved himself away from the railing and fled.
Rating: PG-13 for mentions of naughty things
Characters/Pairings: Shuuhei, Rangiku, implied Gin/Rangiku, twisted Shuuhei/Rangiku
Word Count: 300
Summary: Shuuhei regrets his “generosity”
Disclaimer: I am not an Asian man. Nor can I draw. Draw your own conclusions. (Ho ho, pun!)
A/N: Written for week 54 “freak” at
bleach_contest Shuuhei left her room on shaky legs, a sour taste in his mouth. When he slid her door shut, he forced himself to swallow, to breathe the air. Anything to push the night’s events far away. He leaned against the veranda railing and dropped his head into his hands, hands clammy not only for physical reasons.
He wanted to purge himself of everything he had just done.
Rangiku.
If he stopped breathing for long enough, Shuuhei thought he could hear her shift on her futon, hear her softly moan as she sank into the depths of sleep.
Gin always wanted me to do all the work. I never got to relax with him.
They were drunk again and had stumbled upon that unfortunate turn in conversation.
I just want to be touched again.
Shuuhei turned his back on Rangiku’s room, hands gripping the railing. That confession from earlier continued to ring in his head. He knew she could hold her sake. He knew she’d remember everything in the morning. He knew she was serious.
The still-fresh images assaulted Shuuhei’s memory. The railing groaned underneath his hands as he strengthened his grip. He tried to focus on the courtyard, anything to block out those memories, but the moonlight cast dark shadows and Shuuhei could do nothing.
The sake bottles increased. Shuuhei’s vision danced, but he still noticed the delicate way her thick curls bounced. And when she laughed at some joke, he couldn’t help but notice how her breasts threatened to fall out of her robe, more than usual.
Those same breasts, pressed against him. Her lips, sloppily on his. Her hair, spilled over her futon.
His body above hers, taking pleasure where his mind dared not.
“Gin,” she murmured from inside.
Shuuhei shoved himself away from the railing and fled.