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1. Will DEFINITELY fall in love with Ichimaru Gin. Over and over again.

As edited by yours truly,

Ichimaru Gin and Matsumoto Rangiku

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Chapter 13

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Rangiku bit her lip in nervous anticipation, uncrossing her legs and rearranging them for the third time since she sat down. She twirled a lock of strawberry blonde hair around her forefinger, staring out of the large window, coffee forgotten and going cold.

The bustling sounds of chatter, clattering and clinking of plates and cups sounded across wooden tables and there was the sound of constant movement. Of being alive. Rangiku's head whipped up and toward the sound of a bell tinkling pleasantly.

"You're late!" She accused, but her smile gave her true sentiments away.

"'m sorry! I promise ta make it up ta ya, sweetheart." Gin flashed her a wide smile, cocking his head at her, amused. She pushed a half cold cup of tea towards him.

"You know this wouldn't have gone so lukewarm if you actually came on time." She scolded as he took a sip gratefully.

"So where's the fire, wha' 'm I missin'?" He asked as she broke into a wide smile.

Rangiku broke his inquisitive stare for a brief moment as she slid her phone across the table to him.

Gin took it and read the email that was on the screen of the phone.

"I think this calls for a celebration, doncha think?" He said grinning at her, handing the phone back to her, almost breaking into a brief laugh as he watched her nod enthusiastically.

Is this what it was like? To let yourself love and be loved, and be damned with any of the consequences? He told her he couldn't promise her tomorrow but he would always be her today. She told him, that she wouldn't have it any other way. But todays stretched into weeks, and weeks into months and before she knew it, it wasn't just the birds and butterflies outside that were fluttering around like mad hummingbirds.

But it bothered her. She knew she loved him and he, her. But he hasn't uttered those three special, and goddammit, cheesy monosyllabic words. It bothered her, it bothered her, it bothered her. She could never ask, it had to come from the heart and the timing couldn't be spoiled. She wanted a genuine confession of love. Was it too much to ask that she wanted to see a childhood fantasy play into reality?

"So, what do ya want to do?" Gin smiled, cocking his head at her. "If you want I could give you some ideas…" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at her and Rangiku pushed him away, laughing.

"Can we go to that amusement park that just opened? I haven't been on a roller coaster for ages." She sighed dreamily as Gin lifted her to her feet and kissed her cheek.

"We can go anywhere ya want, I just need ta pop back to the flat to get some stuff and check up on Sasha."

"Alright." Rangiku giggled as he held the shop door open. Nel waved a cheery goodbye from the counter and winked at her, mouthing something, probably along the lines of you go girl.

Gin's flat was close to the coffee shop, no more than a twenty minute walk away. It was a pleasant day and the seasons were changing into a much more mild kind of weather. The sweet air and the calm breeze played around the collar of Rangiku's shirt. She laughed as Gin pulled her to his side, fingers searching and playing with the edge of her top.

He couldn't keep his hands off her. Her soft skin was maddening, tempting him. If they hadn't been walking down the street, he was pretty sure that they'd be defiling the nearest surface. In a way, he felt a need to be connected with her- not just sexually, but mentally and even just holding hands. It reassured him that she wouldn't leave him- them. It was ironic to him, that when everything started, it had been her that had been afraid of him leaving. How things had changed. Gin looked down at Rangiku, who was talking animatedly about her success passing her statistics exam. He tuned out, and watched the way her eyes shined and her skin glowed in her happiness and excitement. He felt her hand squeeze his, lacing their fingers together and something twitched deep within his heart, if he had one.

Once he got the door to the flat open and ushered her in, he quickly closed it and pushed her against the wood, placing his lips on hers hotly, one hand slipping and cupping her ass at the same time.

Rangiku's eyes fluttered shut and her breath caught in her throat.

When he pulled away, she was breathing heavily and her cheeks were a healthy shade of pink.

"What was that for?" She asked.

"Nothin'." Gin grinned at her and bent down to place a perfunctory kiss on her nose. "Jus' sayin' hi."

"You're so weird." She rolled her eyes, but as she pushed past him, she let a wide smile take over her face. It was little things like this, unexpected kisses, little touches that made her heart leap and jump, making her feel like she was thirteen all over again.

Once she reached the kitchen, she made a beeline for the fridge and opened up a bottle of red.

"Tch, drinkin' already? It's only one in the afternoon." Gin, reappeared with his wallet and a bag of dead mice. "We have ta go soon anyway."

"Don't come any closer to me!" Rangiku shrieked, suddenly catching sight of the petrified mice in Gin's hand.

"Or…?" Gin took a step closer, teasing her. She quickly scooted around the counter, putting distance between herself and the horrid dead mice.

"Gin stop, this isn't funny. If you get hurt, it won't be my fault." She yelped as she brandished the bottle of wine wildly.

"Alrigh' alrigh', keep your panties on… or don't." He winked at her. Gin slid the glass tank open and dropped a mouse in it. The snake flickered it's tongue, tasting the air and the tension. He tapped gently on the glass and slid the top shut again.

"You ready to go? No last make up fixes or whatever it is women always take five hours ta do."

"Oh shut up." Rangiku jabbed Gin in the side, watching in satisfaction as he doubled over. His sadistic tendencies were rubbing off on her, she mused, as Gin rubbed the sore spot.

Suddenly, a jingle sounded from Gin's pocket and he hurriedly fished out his phone.

His eyes widened at the caller ID.

"I have ta take this, I'm sorry. I promise we'll go soon as I finish, okay?"

Rangiku shrugged, not minding in the slightest, because it meant that she actually got a moment to enjoy the wine that was still in her hand.

Gin answered the call and was pacing around the living room, back turned to her so she couldn't hear or eavesdrop on the conversation. She hoped it wasn't serious. Rangiku started opening cabinets and cupboards, intent on finding a wine glass. She found two drying in the wash rack and poured a healthy amount into both. She walked over to Gin and handed him one before making her way back to the kitchen, to leave him in privacy.

She sat herself on the counter, crossing her legs that dangled over the edge, showing off miles and miles of creamy leg. She watched Gin talk in low tones, scribbling something on to a piece of paper. The look of intense concentration on his face was one that she rarely saw, and she drank it in. She hoped the phone call was nothing serious. Whatever it was, she'd trust him to tell her.

She sipped at the wine, observing the snake that was slowly digesting the mouse with a look of mild disgust. There was something about disgusting things that you couldn't stop watching them.

Gin hung up, and made his way over to Rangiku who put down the wine glass and stretched her arms to him.

He made to pull her off the counter, but instead he found himself being pulled towards her. Her legs parted slightly, allowing him to stand between them.

She reached up to kiss him and he groaned, pulling her ass towards him so that she was flush against his chest. Her bare foot petting and stroking the side of his thigh as she deepened the kiss.

"Wha' about the amusement park…?" He said in between kisses.

"We can go some other time." She gasped as he bit down on the juncture between her shoulder and neck. "Besides, I'm pretty sure you had no intention of going anyway, right?"

He chuckled lowly. "Righ' ya're." He started sucking on her neck, making a deep red mark appear. "Ya read me like a book, sweetheart."

"It took practice." She half moaned out as he lifted her up, still kissing her skin. Rangiku hooked her legs behind him so she wouldn't slip off as he carried them to a familiar place.

She landed on the bed and their mouths instantly reconnected. She could kiss Gin forever if she had to, he tasted sweet and his lips were always so soft, ready to meld to her's without a moments hesitation. Gin's hands worked to get her top unbuttoned, while she threaded her hands through his silky hair, kissing him all the while.

Though they kissed a lot, it didn't mean they had had sex. In fact the last time they had done it was before everything blew up between them and her accident at school. Things hadn't seemed right and neither of them were going to push comfort barriers, especially what had been revealed about each other. But both of them were more than happy to use the time to build trust and get to know one another closely. However this also meant that the time that had settled between them left Rangiku's body hotter and more aching than usual as Gin pressed down on a nipple. Her back arched into his palm as he bent his head to kiss a trail of open mouthed kisses down her neck.

Gin pulled back briefly only to shrug off his shirt, exposing his chest and his thin hips. Rangiku sat up and almost purred with the way she ran her hand down his lightly muscled chest, that flexed under her inquisitive hands. She pushed him down gently and sat, straddling his hips, hands placed on his stomach.

Once she had his full attention, she slowly raised a hand to stroke her neck and made her way down to her ample chest, still held in a lacy bra. She raised both arms, making her breasts strain against the material, aching to be touched. Below her, Gin shifted slightly, but his eyes never left the show.

Rangiku placed two fingers in her mouth, as she peered at him under half covered eyelids. She started sucking the digits, moving them in and out of her mouth slowly, her small pink tongue catching the details between the valley of her fingers in a dirty mimic of what else she could do with that hot mouth of hers. She felt Gin's hands on her hips, capturing them in a punishing grip as he hissed with desire. Unconsciously, his tongue came up to lick his lips as he continued to watch her suck off her fingers in this lewd manner, that left little to the imagination. He could feel his jeans tighten, and it didn't help that her comfortable weight was right on top of his straining cock.

Saliva was beginning to run down her hand and it was at this point she released her fingers with a soft pop and held them out to Gin. He immediately latched on to them, tasting the sweetness, teeth grazing her skin gently and tongue following straight after. Rangiku moaned at the treatment and shrugged off one side of her shirt, baring one creamy shoulder. She could feel the hard bulge that she sat directly on top of, and she ground down lightly with her hips.

His reaction was instantaneous, his hips rising up to meet hers and the hands on her hips pushing her across his groin insistently, rubbing her against him. They both groaned at the delicious friction and the consequential heat that had erupted between each other. Rangiku let out a shudder, a small shiver breaking out across her skin as she fought the instinct to just close her eyes and lose herself in the moment. She wanted to stay awake and savour each moment, each touch and sight.

Cupping Gin's face in her hands, she bent down to kiss him all while rubbing against him at the same time. His fingers were digging into her ass and sliding down to massage the backs of her thighs briefly.

"I want you." She whispered against his mouth. "I want you."

Never had the desire to connect with one another had been so deep and primal.

Gin felt it too.

He brought a hand up to cup the back of her neck, supporting it as he sat up and lay her down upon the bed again, settling in between her thighs.

They took a moment to breathe together, feeling their hearts beat in tandem with each other. Blood was rushing through her ears and desire was thick in the air.

She let him slip off her skirt and she propped herself on her elbows, watching him undo his belt and kick off his jeans. His cock stood proudly against his stomach, hard and aching, dripping with precome. She couldn't resist taking it in one hand and giving it a small languid stroke, feeling the thickness and the heavy weight against her hand.

Rangiku sat up straighter so she could concentrate on Gin's hardened length. She placed her mouth around the tip, letting her tongue flit and trace the edges of his sensitive slit. Slowly she started bobbing her head, taking more and more of his length in increments. She looked up briefly to see the Gin had squeezed his eyes shut, jaw clenched.

Saltiness was beginning to flood her mouth as she started a rhythm of long hard sucks. Her thumb teased the base of his cock that met his balls, feeling the hardened muscle beneath soft, supple skin. When she tried to deepthroat him however, she found herself being pulled off of him.

"Wha-what's wrong?" She asked nervously, "Did I do something wrong?" Colour flooded her cheeks.

"No, no ya did nothin' wrong. You're just.. a little too good." He said through clenched teeth as he gripped the base of his cock hard, trying to quell the urge to come on the spot. His cock, pulsed hard in time with his heart beat and was beginning to become harder and harder to ignore the urge to be in her.

Gin settled himself on top of her when he felt like he wasn't going to blow his load as soon as he entered her, guiding the head to her entrance, feeling the slickness that had gathered there. Rangiku moaned at the anticipation of being filled. So close. Her back arched in an effort to draw him into her, but Gin's cock stayed adamantly out of her.

"Patience…" He smirked, and finally began pushing into her.

Rangiku's hands immediately shot up to grip Gin's shoulder, legs locking around his waist tightly as he started a rocking motion against her. She was so full, so full of emotion and his physical presence that she was afraid that if she opened her mouth she'd be spilling her heart out. However, the only sounds that did come out of her mouth, were little 'ah's and 'oh's as Gin made soft and tender love to her.

They had pressed against each other so tightly that she didn't know where he began and where she started. His head was buried in her neck, his breathing harsh against her skin as his hand trapped one of hers to the pillow beside them.

Rangiku's face on the other hand, was pressed against the side of Gin's neck, inhaling the deep scent that was so irrevocably Gin. His scent had deepened with the muskiness of sex and the dark primal scent that males exuded.

Rangiku was no virgin and she was no stranger to sex. She'd had picture perfect sex, hot sex and all sorts of sex, but she'd never thought that she'd feel so completed in the desperate way they were both clinging to each other now. Their close proximity made her feel hot, warm and safe. Her hair was everywhere, sticking to him and plastered to the side of her face. It was neither sexy nor hot, but it was perfect to her. The sweet feeling of being filled and the way Gin was mumbling incoherent words beside her ear was making her feel dizzy in the best kind of way.

It wasn't explosive sex, the way couples would race to find their end. No, this was truly what you would call making love, where it was all in the act of finding completion together.

And when Rangiku came, it wasn't with a strangled yell or scream, it was a soft sigh of surprise as she tightened around Gin, legs shaking, body rocking against his unconsciously as she rode out the sweet, calm orgasm. Gin himself, had never been a vocal person in bed, he finished just as quietly, the only telltale signs of his tension being relieved was the way his hand almost crushed hers, pushing it down into the pillow, tongue grazing the side of her neck in an almost fervent manner.

They were just lying in bed, soaking up the afterglow of their lovemaking, enjoying the last of the sun's rays against their tired bodies. Gin's hand was languidly stroking up and down her arm absentmindedly. Rangiku was fully intent on taking a nap, head on Gin's warm chest when he spoke.

"I love ya."

She froze. She wasn't even sure she heard correctly because of the way Gin carried on as if he hadn't said anything. She lifted her head up to look at him.

"Excuse me?"

"I think I love ya." Gin said, looking at her, pale blue eyes staring into hers with resolution. There was no doubt behind those eyes. He spoke like he was discussing the weather. He spoke like he was stating a fact…

"I… I love you too." For all the build up in her life, the words sounded foreign in her mouth. She spoke them again. "I love you." Better… but not quite.

"I love you."

"I love ya."

"I love you!"

"I love ya, too."

Rangiku laughed pushing her hand into his and pressing into his side closer. Resting her hand on top of his chest, she looked deep into his eyes, knowing without looking that his mouth had curled into his wide smile.

"I love you." This time, she said it softly, but full of conviction. The words sounded right and they had meaning packed behind them. It felt so right, so natural to say them out loud. "I love you so much."

"Ran, ya know that phone call earlier today?"

"Mmm?"

"...Well… I got a job."

"You did!? Congratulations!" She kissed him quickly, "What is it?"

"Don' laugh, but it's a job tending ta a persimmon orchard just outta town. It's not too far away though. Five days a week, decent pay…" Gin shrugged, but Rangiku could tell that Gin was deeply excited and happy inside, pleased with the outcome.

"I'm so proud of you. I really am." Rangiku said, cupping her hand against his face so he could look at her. "A good honest job, I couldn't be happier for you, Gin."

"...And on that note, I also wanted ta ask ya… if ya wanted to move in with me?"

"What?" A huge smile was threatening to break open on her face. "You really mean it?"

"Course I do. I love you." Gin hugged her closer, "Is that a yes?"

"Yes! God yes, one hundred times yes."

The End

Epilogue:

"Oh God, Gin! Hurry up! Why do you always have to take such a long time? What are you even doing?! Move it!" Rangiku screamed from the living room after violently slamming the receiver down on the phone. "Lets go!"

"Alrigh' alrigh', Jesus. Keep yer hair on." Gin muttered, towelling his hair down. "What's the rush?"

"It's here, you dolt!" Rangiku snapped as she started sweeping keys and her wallet in a bag. "Oh, Gin, why did you decide to take a shower now? Can you put on some pants at least? Christ."

"Wha', it's nothin' ya haven't seen before." Gin grinned at her, proud to be on display.

"Gin! We don't have time for this, will ya please move it!? I'll be waiting in the car." Rangiku sighed exasperatedly, hand on her hip, but reluctantly let a smile tug at the corner of her lips. Gin swiftly crossed the room and planted a swift kiss on her lips.

"I'll be righ' there, sweetheart." He murmured and disappeared into their room to get dressed.

She sat shotgun in their new car. How nice it was to be out of college and just to be spending more time with one another without commitments. Getting a job had been simple, she'd simply joined the orchard tending business with Gin, and found that she didn't mind working with dirt. It was wonderful to be able to chart the progress of something living, watching it transform into something alive and beautiful. Working at the orchard had it's perks, they always got boxes and boxes of free persimmons as a thanks. Lovely fruit, persimmons were.

Gin opened the door and slid in, starting the car up.

"Ya know the way to the hospital, righ'?"

"Yeah, just keep going straight then take a left at the second traffic light and I'll lead from there." Rangiku said without looking at him, busy applying lipstick in the rearview mirror. Placing a pair of sunglasses on her face, she dropped the lipstick back into her bag as the car roared to life.

The drive there had been simple. As soon as they arrived, Rangiku clambered out, Gin in tow. They practically ran for the building, bypassing the nurse station and straight to a room they were familiar with.

"Momo! Are you alright? How are you feeling?" Rangiku asked, slightly out of breath as she peered over the bed at her sweaty friend.

"Does this look like I'm...nnngh, okay!?" Momo snapped without bite, from the lack of strength. She lifted a hand to her head, pushing away a sweaty strand of hair from her face.

"Mrs. Hitsugaya, push please." The doctor between her legs, coaxing the frazzled girl. Rangiku clutched her friend's hand as a way of support. She winced as Momo's nails dug into her hand. It looked really painful.

"Where's… Toshiro?" Momo asked feebly as she tried pushing again.

"I'll get him." Rangiku said quickly, "I'll be right back, okay, sweetheart? Hang in there." She gave her hand one last squeeze before leaving the room.

"Guys! Get in here, now." She hissed at the two males sitting in the plastic chairs outside. They trailed into the room after her.

Toshiro immediately grabbed Momo's hand.

"Are you okay, Hinamori?" He asked nervously,

"I'll kill you, Hitsugaya!" Came the retort and Rangiku took over, while Gin observed the entire affair with a curious look on his face.

The baby was delivered several long, painful minutes later without a hitch. Gin made a face at the bloody, wrinkled mess and Rangiku elbowed him in the ribs.

"What a beautiful baby, Momo." She cooed, as Momo gathered the now clean, baby in her arms, face streaked with drying tears and sweat. Toshiro was by her side, softly stroking the baby's cheeks with one finger, mumbling words of sweetness with awe and wonder.

And for once, not caring there was an audience, he bent down and kissed Momo full on the lips.

When they hadn't broken for air for thirty seconds or so, Rangiku pulled on Gin's hand and they exited the room. They could always call to fully congratulate later.

"What did you think?"

"It looked really messy and painful." Gin answered, one hand in his pocket and the other laced with Rangiku's hand.

"Well… I want one." Rangiku said hesitantly.

"Ya want one?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"...Yeah." She said softly, looking at him eyes big and pleading.

Gin pulled her to him and kissed her cheek.

"Then we better get busy, dontcha think?" He said, muffled against her lips, hand slipping to cup her ass cheekily.

Rangiku only responded with fervor, pouring her love into that single kiss.

Everything they had gone through, been through, it seemed like everything was ok. She now had the confidence to believe in herself and each other, that through whatever will happen, they could make it through. She could make it through anything with him by her side, and Gin would continue to teach himself to love and let himself be loved by the woman who taught him that life was worth living.

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Afterword:

Hooray! The story is finally at it's end, and I'm glad I managed to actually finish it. I hope you guys liked the story... or if you didn't feel free not to tell me in the comments.

This is the first multichapter fic I've written in about two years, and I would like to think that my writing has improved since then. Of course, I still have a long ways to go as a writer.

I originally wrote this story for myself and I wasn't planning on posting it. I didn't really care about the review count that much, but I was still so deliriously happy when I saw evidence of people reading this story, and leaving thoughtful reviews. This was honestly meant to be a fic posted by Valentine's Day, but I'm a terrible updater.

I want to thank the following people, God bless them, for encouraging me to finish this story, without them I probably would have scrapped this story completely:

Ichihime94
Goduenas
Angelus Erreare

Anyway, once again, thank you so much, if you made it this far and kept up with me and this story!:)

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