Bleach - Oneshot - An Imperfect Solution
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I know, it's been a while. My only excuse is that I've been killing myself with a new job and traveling back and forth between rural Illinois and Chicago every other weekend for a part time job. It's been fun, but it kills the muse for a while. I'm trying to bring it back to life however and have this piece to show for it.
It's dedicated to the lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lucindathemaid since she made Matsumoto compel me to write Matsumoto!Gin fic.
Title: An Imperfect Solution
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31_daysDay/Theme: January 7th - Don't Remember and Don't Repeat
Series: Bleach
Character/Pairing: Ichimaru Gin/Matsumoto Rangiku with a sneak-in of Matsumoto/Shuuhei
Rating: PG-13 for some implied sexual contact
An Imperfect Solution
It was winter and wretchedly cold. Shivering, Matsumoto pulled her yukata closer around her body, arms wrapped tightly around her waist. She hated the winter; she hated the biting winds and the dampness of snow as it melted on her flesh, stealing what little warmth she still retained. She hated most of all that Hitsugaya reveled in such weather, taking strength of the things that weakened her, weakened her resolve and the illusions that sheltered her during the day.
She missed having Gin’s warmth standing next to her, sheltering her disproportioned body with the lean build of his own. She wanted to feel his heat radiating next to her as he turned a leer in her direction, unintentional only in that he knew no other way to smile. Gulping, her arm snaked out from body to snatch up her sake cup. Bringing the heavy stone to her lips, she gulped the contents, savoring the warmth like she had once savored his kisses on silent winter nights long before they had ventured like misbegotten waifs to the Academy, to a life that promised steady food and shelter.
She missed those days with a passion that frightened her, especially now that he was gone, now that he had betrayed the days they once spent in desperation. Refilling her cup as quickly as she could steadily pour, she drank its contents with an ease she cared not to dwell upon. It was on nights like these that she yearned for comfort of any sort and oft times regretted it upon the morning.
Turning her head away from the window and the lazily dancing flakes of snow drifting to the ground outside, she glanced at her bed and the man who slumbered peacefully within it, unconcerned with her absence. It would be another one of those mornings where they avoided each other’s gaze as they picked up the scattered garments littering the floor. It was an unspoken code between them, Shuuhei and herself.
They never spoke of their trysts in the moonlight, in the forgotten nights that brought doubt and loneliness to their chambers. They would avoid each other for days, pretending that they didn’t remember the desperation that brought them together, that the cycle wouldn’t restart in the weeks that followed as they struggled to accept the loss of the people they most cherished.
It would be a long winter.
Matsumoto shivered again, and downed the last of her sake, savoring the sweet rice wine with a lick of her tongue across her lips. Glancing again at her companion, she crawled into bed, hoarding the blankets as much as she could and soliciting a sleepy murmur from her fellow vice-captain as he rolled closer to her warmth and the covers she had so shamelessly stolen.
It wasn’t dawn yet. She still had time to forget for a few hours more. Turning into the increasingly familiar embrace, she settled against his chest, and rubbed her body against his lean one. It was time for another round, another bout of comfort and driving heat to burn out the memory of another time, another body, another man.
Shivering with desire, she pressed her lips to his and sank into oblivion.
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I know, it's been a while. My only excuse is that I've been killing myself with a new job and traveling back and forth between rural Illinois and Chicago every other weekend for a part time job. It's been fun, but it kills the muse for a while. I'm trying to bring it back to life however and have this piece to show for it.
It's dedicated to the lovely
lucindathemaid since she made Matsumoto compel me to write Matsumoto!Gin fic.Title: An Imperfect Solution
31_daysDay/Theme: January 7th - Don't Remember and Don't RepeatSeries: Bleach
Character/Pairing: Ichimaru Gin/Matsumoto Rangiku with a sneak-in of Matsumoto/Shuuhei
Rating: PG-13 for some implied sexual contact
It was winter and wretchedly cold. Shivering, Matsumoto pulled her yukata closer around her body, arms wrapped tightly around her waist. She hated the winter; she hated the biting winds and the dampness of snow as it melted on her flesh, stealing what little warmth she still retained. She hated most of all that Hitsugaya reveled in such weather, taking strength of the things that weakened her, weakened her resolve and the illusions that sheltered her during the day.
She missed having Gin’s warmth standing next to her, sheltering her disproportioned body with the lean build of his own. She wanted to feel his heat radiating next to her as he turned a leer in her direction, unintentional only in that he knew no other way to smile. Gulping, her arm snaked out from body to snatch up her sake cup. Bringing the heavy stone to her lips, she gulped the contents, savoring the warmth like she had once savored his kisses on silent winter nights long before they had ventured like misbegotten waifs to the Academy, to a life that promised steady food and shelter.
She missed those days with a passion that frightened her, especially now that he was gone, now that he had betrayed the days they once spent in desperation. Refilling her cup as quickly as she could steadily pour, she drank its contents with an ease she cared not to dwell upon. It was on nights like these that she yearned for comfort of any sort and oft times regretted it upon the morning.
Turning her head away from the window and the lazily dancing flakes of snow drifting to the ground outside, she glanced at her bed and the man who slumbered peacefully within it, unconcerned with her absence. It would be another one of those mornings where they avoided each other’s gaze as they picked up the scattered garments littering the floor. It was an unspoken code between them, Shuuhei and herself.
They never spoke of their trysts in the moonlight, in the forgotten nights that brought doubt and loneliness to their chambers. They would avoid each other for days, pretending that they didn’t remember the desperation that brought them together, that the cycle wouldn’t restart in the weeks that followed as they struggled to accept the loss of the people they most cherished.
It would be a long winter.
Matsumoto shivered again, and downed the last of her sake, savoring the sweet rice wine with a lick of her tongue across her lips. Glancing again at her companion, she crawled into bed, hoarding the blankets as much as she could and soliciting a sleepy murmur from her fellow vice-captain as he rolled closer to her warmth and the covers she had so shamelessly stolen.
It wasn’t dawn yet. She still had time to forget for a few hours more. Turning into the increasingly familiar embrace, she settled against his chest, and rubbed her body against his lean one. It was time for another round, another bout of comfort and driving heat to burn out the memory of another time, another body, another man.
Shivering with desire, she pressed her lips to his and sank into oblivion.
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