Drabble? And HET?
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blood_crowTitle: Our Frozen Fire
Characters/Pairings: Gin x Rangiku
Rating: R
Warnings: Het sex? Nothing too graphic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, I only steal its characters so I can go on perverted conquests via fan fics. Also, all characters involved in sexual situations are fictional and above the legal age of consent in the state of California, regardless of what age these characters may be in the material they are derived from.
Summary: Wah, oh my god! I totally forgot to edit the summary from the last thing I wrote. Ah, well this is just Matsumoto Rangiku going on about Ichimaru Gin ;)
Word Count: 470
A/N: A very short drabble, but I like it nonetheless. It is my first official het, so these be milestones, people. I shall contend that the shortness of this is because it's het, and that I must take baby steps into these mysterious waters XD
The ginger-haired lieutenant of Tenth Division had learned long ago that Ichimaru Gin was the epitome of winter. With his snow-fallen hair, his pale skin stretched over thin bone and muscle like a molted tree, and his cold, cold fingers. Those fingers would touch her late at night, when the moon was hidden behind clouds and it was nothing but creeping shadows in the quiet of their room. Those fingers would skirt along her flesh and it rose in their wake, her fine hair standing on end and bumps breaking along her body.
She did not know if it was the cold or the want for more that made her shiver. Either way he would take it to be acquiescence, and soon thin lips would join the fingers. They weren't as cold but they were chapped, and they still breathed winter over her still form. She would close her eyes and murmur his name, her slim fingers curling around the sheets. She could feel his grin in the dark, against her waist, against her breast; painting cunning delight across her chilled flesh.
She would hear the pleased laughter hiding deep inside his chest, while on the outside he remained silent.
The only time that he was warm was when he moved inside her. When she would wrap her legs around his too-thin waist, and her thighs would rest against his parchment-pale skin, and she'd arch her hips to meet his. His tongue would fall against her bared throat, as hot as the thing that was inside her, and she'd bathe in those small touches. She'd relish the rare moment that he could burn instead of freeze.
Until his hands found her hips, and his fingers bit like an icy wind; like the tips of a snow-covered mountain.
Until his eyes opened just long enough to meet hers, bleeding sanguine beneath the moon.
People often said that Ichimaru Gin was like a fox, but Matsumoto Rangiku envisioned a weasel instead. A sly predator that danced before its prey, on the tips of its paws, bouncing back and forth. A happy killer that liked to hypnotize the rabbit, luring it with its playful display, snow kicking around them.
Towards the end Gin would pin her down, his hands holding her wrists on either side of her head while his tipped back. His eyes would close once more and there'd be a look of childish joy on his face, before his lips fell open on a soft part. He would breath an exultant cry as he came inside her, and Rangiku would quiver at the warmth of his release, falling not too far behind.
She always hoped that his seed would stay warm inside her, but always it leaked from between her thighs to cool on the sheets, like everything else that was Ichimaru Gin.
Characters/Pairings: Gin x Rangiku
Rating: R
Warnings: Het sex? Nothing too graphic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, I only steal its characters so I can go on perverted conquests via fan fics. Also, all characters involved in sexual situations are fictional and above the legal age of consent in the state of California, regardless of what age these characters may be in the material they are derived from.
Summary: Wah, oh my god! I totally forgot to edit the summary from the last thing I wrote. Ah, well this is just Matsumoto Rangiku going on about Ichimaru Gin ;)
Word Count: 470
A/N: A very short drabble, but I like it nonetheless. It is my first official het, so these be milestones, people. I shall contend that the shortness of this is because it's het, and that I must take baby steps into these mysterious waters XD
The ginger-haired lieutenant of Tenth Division had learned long ago that Ichimaru Gin was the epitome of winter. With his snow-fallen hair, his pale skin stretched over thin bone and muscle like a molted tree, and his cold, cold fingers. Those fingers would touch her late at night, when the moon was hidden behind clouds and it was nothing but creeping shadows in the quiet of their room. Those fingers would skirt along her flesh and it rose in their wake, her fine hair standing on end and bumps breaking along her body.
She did not know if it was the cold or the want for more that made her shiver. Either way he would take it to be acquiescence, and soon thin lips would join the fingers. They weren't as cold but they were chapped, and they still breathed winter over her still form. She would close her eyes and murmur his name, her slim fingers curling around the sheets. She could feel his grin in the dark, against her waist, against her breast; painting cunning delight across her chilled flesh.
She would hear the pleased laughter hiding deep inside his chest, while on the outside he remained silent.
The only time that he was warm was when he moved inside her. When she would wrap her legs around his too-thin waist, and her thighs would rest against his parchment-pale skin, and she'd arch her hips to meet his. His tongue would fall against her bared throat, as hot as the thing that was inside her, and she'd bathe in those small touches. She'd relish the rare moment that he could burn instead of freeze.
Until his hands found her hips, and his fingers bit like an icy wind; like the tips of a snow-covered mountain.
Until his eyes opened just long enough to meet hers, bleeding sanguine beneath the moon.
People often said that Ichimaru Gin was like a fox, but Matsumoto Rangiku envisioned a weasel instead. A sly predator that danced before its prey, on the tips of its paws, bouncing back and forth. A happy killer that liked to hypnotize the rabbit, luring it with its playful display, snow kicking around them.
Towards the end Gin would pin her down, his hands holding her wrists on either side of her head while his tipped back. His eyes would close once more and there'd be a look of childish joy on his face, before his lips fell open on a soft part. He would breath an exultant cry as he came inside her, and Rangiku would quiver at the warmth of his release, falling not too far behind.
She always hoped that his seed would stay warm inside her, but always it leaked from between her thighs to cool on the sheets, like everything else that was Ichimaru Gin.
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Date: 2010-03-09 05:10 am (UTC)Gin as winter; cold in heart and cold in touch-- and I really love that the only things hot about him are his cock, his tongue and his come! *brain melt* it just kinda ups the hotness factor exponentially.
Excellent exploration of the Ran/Gin relationship. I too, am really interested to see it play out in the manga. Is it gonna go the way of Tousen/Hisagi? a Kira/Ran/Gin take down? Is Byakuya gonna get a shot in revenge? oh god, is Gin gonna go super ugly in Resurrection??!!
Fantastic first-time-official wading into the het pool!! XD
(I too, have only done one myself... haha! guess you gotta try everything at least once, eh? ummm... yuri next?) O_o
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Date: 2010-03-09 05:22 am (UTC)Or maybe Grimmjow is just too influential XDGUH well last I saw both Matsumoto and Kira were down for the count, so who knows if they're even conscious and able for a showdown with Gin :(
GIN BETTER NOT HAVE A HOLLOW FORM LIKE TOUSEN. THAT'S ALL I GOTTA SAY.
(Truth be told, I was briefly exploring a Yoruichi/Neliel idea, but when I sat down to write it it didn't go anywhere... *pouts*)
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Date: 2010-03-09 06:48 am (UTC)(And i forgot to mention-- I loved that line you had about Gin as a weasel, bouncing on the balls of his feet, hypnotizing his prey before going in for the kill-- so. so. awesome!!)
Shit. I forgot about Kira. D: He got robbed, imo, I thought Kubo was keeping him clear for something big... then he gets one-shotted by Aizen!! :(
I remember mentioning to someone else on my flist, that I hoped Aizen and Gin would just be like Shirosaki instead, you know? All albino except for the eyes... 'cuz, damn. Tousen and Wonderweiss are UGLY. D:
(i've briefly thought about RukiHime myself... but yeah, i *like* the idea [quite a lot actually]... but I don't think I'd enjoy writing it. :( )
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Date: 2010-03-09 10:08 am (UTC)(Have you ever seen a video of a weasel dancing? It's incredibly cute, even when they pounce on the rabbit and kill it with a bite to the throat. The compare Gin to a fox in the manga, but the weasel thing is my personal head canon because... well, weasels seem more playful than foxes, more devious, and that's how I view Gin :))
A LOT OF PEOPLE GOT ROBBED. Kubo, how could you ;_; I really have no idea what he's going to do with Gin not that everyone's been incapacitated... Unohana, maybe?
That would be awesome, though I think Shirosaki looks that way because he's a pure hollow soul. Vizard and Arrancar take on a 'hybrid' look because that's exactly what they are, hybrids! I'm not entirely convinced that Aizen has experimented on himself and Gin like he did with Tousen... Yes his form was hideous, but I kind of like Wonders :D
(It's not so much that I wouldn't like writing it, just that I got stuck when I tried... Didn't you have some RukiHime in that phone-sex fic with Renji and Bya?)