Current mood:	bouncy
Entry tags:	bleach, bleach fic, fanfiction, mem love

guess whose fic is back, back again!
Belated Birthday fic for memlu! Because I love you so much, I was just too speechless and awed on the day celebrating your birth. ♥♥♥

furrow like a lioness

1.

"Why did you leave me?"

Even to her own ears, Soi Fong's voice sounds pitiful. She wants to scream the words, put an edge on them, make them hard, make them a weapon. But she can’t. Instead her voice comes out as a watery noise to match the tears that are falling heavily down her cheeks.

Yoruichi crouches next to her and leans her cheek so close to Soi Fong's own that the space between them becomes a tiny sliver of air but enough to fill the distance between the past and the present.

"Why do you think I came back?" she answers and her breath travels hot and cool past Soi Fong’s ear, down the length of her neck.

2.

Before it was always soft and awkward. The way Soi Fong would moan and turn her head to look away from Yoruichi’s eyes when her mouth kissed across her breast and pressed lightly down her belly. Then, further down, her tongue would slip out and cause Soi Fong to gasp and tighten her fingers’ hold on the sheets.

She trembled and her skin burned that time, when Yoruichi pressed her back against Soi Fong’s chest as they half-sat in bed and she wrapped their hands together.

“Yoruichi-sama,” she whispered in awed tones, the honorific such a habit she probably didn’t notice, as her hands were guided inside of Yoruichi for the first time.

Her breath beat faster than Yoruichi’s own and finally Yoruichi let her hands go and let her head fall to the crook between Soi Fong’s neck and shoulder.

Soi Fong continued touching with inexperienced fingers, nervous and exhilarated at the same time.

“It’s okay,” Yoruichi told her to calm her.

“It’s good,” she breathed out then because it was.

3.

Soi Fong brings her thumb inside her mouth, underneath a sharper tooth, and bites down hard. She’s careful not to suck the blood away when she pulls the finger from her mouth and there, bubbling up along the lines of skin, is a perfect drop of red blood.

She places her hand softly along the side of Yoruichi’s face and rubs the thumb over the deadly lines until they fade and disappear.

“So that’s the trick?” Yoruichi asks.

Soi Fong nods, contemplative. She never expected to undo this attack once it was used on an opponent but she continues to task until all of the symbols disappear from Yoruichi’s body.

“I won’t tell anyone,” Yoruichi says lightly.

“I know you won’t,” Soi Fong says, her tone as threatening as she cares to make it in this moment.

4.

Now she feels Soi Fong’s fingers close tightly around her arms, Soi Fong’s lips mash against her own until they both are out of breath. Then Soi Fong’s breath rushes out hotly to meet her own when she forces them both to the ground, a tangle of restless limbs pushing and fighting against each other. Soi Fong lowers her mouth to Yoruichi’s clothed breast, runs her tongue along the curve and closes her teeth playfully against the nipple.

It’s harder, rougher, sharper than she expected. Even when she expected change and all that worship to turn to hate.

Yoruichi only indulges in the feeling of being dominated for as long as it takes to recognize Soi Fong’s fervent desire for it before she acts. She grasps Soi Fong’s wrists and rolls them both over until she’s resting on top, moving her hands to support her weight and pushing her knee lightly against Soi Fong’s crotch.

She licks her lips and meets Soi Fong’s gaze: determined, warm, and fascinated in waiting for her next move.

Yoruichi pauses doubtfully long enough that Soi Fong quickly wraps her fingers around the hand positioned by her head and bends Yoruichi’s arm to an uncomfortable angle.

“Come now. You don’t have to make it soft,” she says firmly and continues pushing Yoruichi’s arm. Yoruichi winces, bites her lip to keep from crying out at the pain shooting through her arm, and comes to a decision.

She's always lived in the fight and the tussle. The clash of limbs, the hard contact of flesh beating flesh, fighting with the body as the weapon—in those things her spirit resides. So in the moments between letting Soi Fong hurt her and pushing the painful grip away, Yoruichi decides she likes this new Soi Fong.

She smiles a bit wickedly when she moves off of Soi Fong and begins taking her clothes off. Soi Fong responds with a similar, feverish light in her eyes and moves to undress as well. The temporary reprieve is shortened by impatience when neither waits for the other. Yoruichi pushes Soi Fong’s ties apart and lets her top fall away from her chest in order to press her hot palm against a breast and Soi Fong rakes her fingernails along Yoruichi’s hip as she tugs at her pants.

When they move together this time, Soi Fong says fuck and Yoruichi makes certain that it’s true.

5.

“I did miss you,” she says afterward, stretching muscles that pull and tug painfully and deliciously all at the same time.

Soi Fong sneers at her, momentarily energized and antagonistic again. “Don’t lie to me,” she says

Yoruichi lets the words pass and fill the room with an empty silence. She knows that those words are a demand, not a rejection. If she repeats them again, then Soi Fong expects it to be the truth.

“I really did,” she finally replies.

Soi Fong stares at her, hope and a certain softness creating an unusual mix with the expressions of doubt and pain that cover her face permanently now.

“When?”

“At certain times,” Yoruichi purrs and well.

She trails a hand down her stomach and rests it between her legs, before crossing them over the hand. Soi Fong watches the entire process and blushes hotly at its finish.

Yoruichi flashes a knowing grin, happy to see some things have not changed with Soi Fong.

But then she shakes off the embarrassment and sits up to stare at Yoruichi.

“Show me,” she says in a low, needy tone.

So Yoruichi does.

~

Notes:
1. I made up the whole process of removing the pretty butterfly-things, obviously. I don't know how much that disturbs canon. NEITHER DO I CARE.
2. Title totally stolen from a lyric of The Decemberists. I also disclaim that Kubotite owns all of this and he so knows that Yoruichi and Soi Fong are having lesbian ninja sex.
3. I know this whole fic is so, so very self-indulgent of me. I almost feel shame. But, anyway, it's stuck in some magical place between chapter 159 and their reappearance, I think.