Kiss With a Fist (Jushiro Ukitake x Oc)

Chapter Three

Blinking Jushiro questioned her last comment, he had plenty of female friends but he was not quite sure she was right in saying they were attracted to him, or that any girls looked at him that way for that matter. Of course, that was not the real problem he should have been thinking about, it felt more like a momentary distraction so that he did not have to contemplate the real question at hand, would he date her? Was he attracted to her? Before he could speak his mind Meganekko then said something that struck a cord with him.
"I don't want your sincerity either." she stated firmly, her expression flattening out to become as expressionless as it always was.
"Before... You said you wanted a kiss." the Shinigami recalled. "If we kiss... maybe then I'll know for certain." he admitted, to which she looked at him and seemed to contemplate his suggestion for a minute or so.

Shifting closer towards him Meganekko pulled the sheets he was under to the side and slipped inside, allowing herself to be pressed against him instead as she pulled them back over and began to lay against his shoulder.
"Do you feel uncomfortable?" the young woman asked.
"Y-Yes." he stammered, blushing deeply at her sudden and impulsive move.
"Are you disgusted?" she enquired again, deciding her first question was probably going to be 'yes' no matter how she touched the shy Shinigami.
"No..." Jushiro answered, glancing down at the top of her head.
"Do as you wish, but only what you are willing to do." the young woman murmured.

Sitting there Jushiro glanced down at her, the warmth radiating off of her was certainly pleasant, while the fragrant scent escaping the fine strands of her purple hair was soothing. It was more than likely one of the many shampoos she had taken the time to show him how to make out of the plants and fruits in his garden. Slowly Jushiro placed the tip of his nose into the locks of her hair so that he could smell the products residing there that little bit better, meanwhile he slipped his arm around her back to rest his hand on her elbow.
Pressing herself closer into his chest Meganekko shut her eyes until they were half way and began to stare at his lap, up until now that she had not noticed the lamp light beginning to dim but now that she was aware of this fact the young woman could only begin to wonder how long they had been here. Feeling Jushiro's hand touch her lower jaw Meganekko responded subconsciously to it by lifting her head, while her mouth became ajar when he kissed her temple. After a few minutes he then kissed her cheek, though his lips remained there for longer than before.

Her skin was soft, Jushiro noted, but it did not leave any sort of lingering taste on his lips, not in the way Shunsui had described it. Instead it left a strange, remotely detectable fizzling sensation on the skin of his lips, one that made him crave further contact. Delicately his hand had been pulling her head to the right so that they were face to face, nose to nose. From there he could feel her breath trailing across his mouth, her low and greatly spaced out breathing was warm against his lips, an unfamiliar sensation that he had never experienced before. Every time she did expel air from between her lips he could feel moisture building up on his skin too, and as he drew closer towards her mouth he, for a short time, forgot about his previous anxiety, anxiety that was probably meant for a child experiencing first love, and not a grown man such as himself.
Before he could properly prepare himself mentally his lips were against her own, leaving him to experience yet another entirely new sensation. Meganekko's lips moulded against his own as he put minimal pressure onto her soft flesh, whilst their skin itself stuck together ever so slightly as he pulled away to breathe and then go back into kiss her again. Upon his chest Jushiro could feel her hand drifting across the fabric of his kosode, her fingertips slipping between the crossed over section at the front until her nails rested against his skin.

Soon this contact upon unfamiliar territory had Jushiro's skin crawling, however he could not dwindle on it for long as she had began to deepen their kiss by pressing her lips against his with a bit more force. Gently Jushiro gulped when she took his lower lip between her teeth and bit gently, her hand, that had previously stopped to rest where he had previously noted its presence, then slipping into his garments to push them further open to allow her to roam his torso with firmer assurance. Pausing to examine his gushing features Meganekko watched his knitted eyebrows and squirming features settle slowly, he was incredibly effeminate when he was embarrassed, however more than that he reminded her of a small rabbit.
Lifting his hand the young woman pushed the palm of his hand against her chest, flattening the curve of her left mound as Jushiro himself responded with a confused expression, his eyes daring to peek open to see what on earth he was touching before his whole face went redder than Meganekko had previously thought possible.
"Soul king have mercy." he shyly whimpered, while she got up onto his lap to straddle his hips and pin both his wrists on either side of the wall near his head.
"Do you wish for me to stop?" Meganekko finally enquired quietly into the shell of his ear, taking a moment to nibble on the lobe, earning herself another effeminate squeak.
"I-I... Ah..." Jushiro attempted to respond, feeling her nip on his collarbone gently.