Title: Lily and Thistle

Author: paws_bells

Beta-ed by: MelissaRose85

Characters/Pairing: Sarugaki Hiyori and Hirako Shinji

Type: One-shot Collection (InComplete)

Genre: Romance/Humor

Word Count: 2420

Rating: M (Contains content suitable for mature teens and older)

Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Kubo Tite.

Summary: 'Say Please'-verse. The language of flowers. The devoted and passionate Lily. The brave and loyal Thistle. A bouquet of love. One-shot series.

Created on: 15/07/13

Completed on: 15/07/13

Chapter Last Revised on: 23/07/13

Feels Like The First Time

When Hiyori finally regained herself, her heart pounding madly in her chest and her senses completely overcome by pleasure, the first thing she saw was her lover's handsome, angular face, his heavy lidded golden eyes watching her with lazy desire and masculine attentiveness as she slowly recovered from her earlier incredible, earth shattering orgasm.

She was momentarily taken aback by his close proximity to her, still not used to their newfound intimacy with each other, and she promptly froze. Her passion flushed face reddened further; they were both stark naked and had just consummated their relationship for the very first time, and now that the deed was done, the petite blonde felt extremely vulnerable and embarrassed, like an animal whose unprotected underbelly had just been completely exposed – coincidentally to the same man who had known her for most of her afterlife and witnessed all of her worst moments. Her body was still trembling like a leaf in the aftermath of her very first sexual experience; she felt so bare and sensitive and incredibly aware of her own femininity at the same time, and in stark contrast, Shinji's overwhelming maleness only served to accentuate the strange feelings of tenderness and uncertain weakness that welled in her.

Hiyori was extremely unaccustomed to experiencing such disconcerting sentiments, and not surprisingly, now that her overwhelming lust and sexual frustrations were momentarily sated, she was feeling very alarmed by her unstable emotions. She had gone completely stiff by then, but her golden-haired lover chuckled lowly and just pulled her closer, intent to demonstrate his affection for as much as she was willing to let him. She was such a prickly little thing most of the time, and even though he privately found her touchy temperament endearing, this seldom seen, docile side of her was rather charming as well.

However, before he could do anything else, in typical Hiyori fashion, she quickly reacted to her awkwardness by trying to isolate herself from the situation causing her such unease in the first place. Abruptly, she squirmed out of his arms in an effort to distance herself, pushing away from him with near frantic agitation. She blushed further when her struggles swiftly reminded her that they were still intimately joined together in sexual congress, and then her panic grew. All but clawing her way out from under him now, she finally separated from him and quickly made a wild gambit for freedom.

"Hiyori!" Shinji protested, making a swift grab for her and missing, not expecting that she would suddenly choose to flee, of all things. He quickly sat up from the nest of blankets, his lean, sleekly muscular form tensing in preparation for pursuit – she was going to be in for a big surprise if she thought he was going to let her run off after this – but his little monkey did not go far.

She barely managed a single step before her legs abruptly gave out on her, and the petite female spilled clumsily onto the floor, stunned by how her body had just betrayed her. Shinji leaned over the edge of the bed to look down at her, and she appeared completely bewildered at she stared at her trembling limbs.

"What's wrong?" he asked, immediately alarmed. After all, it had been less than a month since she had fully recovered from the near deadly injury that Ichimaru Gin had dealt her, and he had every right to be concerned.

Her current condition had nothing to do with her past injury however, and everything to do with the activity that she had just participated in with him.

"My legs…have gone wobbly," she confessed slowly at last, and it didn't take him long to figure out what had happened, judging by the growing smirk and the look of pride on his face.

"It was that good for you, huh, brat?" he drawled amusedly, relaxing once again since it was obvious that she was not going anywhere for now.

Hiyori spluttered and glared death at the overly smug man who was going to die once she recovered from this utterly embarrassing predicament. "Don't get so full of yourself, you damn perverted baldy!" she barked angrily then, bristling with annoyance and defensiveness, but she was promptly ignored. In no great hurry, he rose from the bed with a lazy grace that she could only wish she possessed, his languidly elegant movements almost mesmerizing to behold, never mind that, like her, he was unashamedly and unabashedly nude at the moment.

He crouched before her, a slight smile quirking his lips, but his golden eyes were steady and intent, sweeping over her small, incredibly self-conscious form with quiet possessiveness and masculine satisfaction. Affection and contentment were also prevalent in his tender gaze – she belonged wholly to him now, and he would never forget how sweetly she had surrendered herself to him. Propping his chin up with the palm of his hand, he asked with deceptive mildness:

"Do you wanna come back to bed, or are you gonna just continue ta' sit on the cold floor like that?"

She glowered at him, bristling. "Leave me alone, hentai yarou!"

"I don't think ya have the right ta' call me that, Hiyori," he murmured, amusement evident in his tone. "Not when you were the one who jumped me first, if I recall correctly."

She flushed at the reminder, and then she bit her lip uncertainly, her little fang showing prominently, her eyes darting everywhere but at him, looking so vulnerable at the moment that it was hard to believe this was the same fiercely proud and aggressively passionate woman who held his heart. It was adorable, this side of her.

Without waiting for her reply, he reached out and scooped her into his arms; he was always disconcerted when he was reminded that she was so tiny – her ferocious spirit had always made her seem larger than life to him. She quickly tensed, but he easily circumvented her impending explosion by lowering his head and kissing the side of her neck. She trembled, and he smiled inwardly – she was so sensitive.

"C'mon, Sweetheart," he told her. "Back to bed."

She wasted no time smacking him over the head then. "Don't call me Sweetheart!" she yelled, puffing up with indignation all over again. "Is there something wrong with your fuckin' head, hage Shinji?! Do I look like one of those stupid bimbos you're always sweet talkin'?"

He put up with her abuse like he always did, setting her back down amongst the blankets before joining her. She was still being very…fighty though, but he ignored her struggles and pulled her close. "Alright, let's call a truce," he announced then. "We need ta' talk, so stop being so ornery for a second, brat."

She stiffened at the 'talk' part. If anything, her movements grew even more frantic. "There's nothin' to talk 'bout," she burst out quickly. "We just had s-s-sex, big deal!" she stuttered with false bravado. "I was just curious and this is only a onetime thing; don't get too ahead of yerself, shithead!"

"What happened to wanting to be a virgin bride, hm?" he asked her flat out. She sputtered.

"I changed my mind, alright!" she snapped. "I don't wanna die a virgin when the next megalomaniac comes around trying to destroy the worlds again!"

He was immediately upset by her reply, but for the reason that she least expected. "You aren't gonna die," he snapped back. "You're gonna live till you become an old and saggy midget hag; I'll personally make sure of that."

She grabbed fistfuls of his hair and started to pull none too gently then, immediately incensed by his words. "How dare you call a lady a hag, asshole! Don't think that you're some hotshot just 'cause I gave my virginity to you!"

"Precisely." He rolled her under him and kept her in place, pinning her with his weight and pushing his knee in between her legs, stunning her with his speed. "You gave me your virginity, so that means you're stuck with me now."

She froze and gawked at him in disbelief. "Wha?"

"Yeah, you heard right," he repeated unflappably and calmly. "You. Are stuck. With me. For the rest of your life, brat."

She looked utterly gob smacked by his words, but he just continued unperturbedly. "And don't kid yourself, luv. This isn't gonna be just a 'onetime' thing like you so nicely put it. You and I, we have a few decades' worth of sexual tension to work through, so we might as well start now."

"Don't call me 'luv!'" She punched his shoulder hard, but he didn't even flinch. "Lemme go, perverted baldy! It doesn't work that way!"

"Doesn't it?" he asked, deadpan. "Tell me, do you regret what we just did?"

"Yes!" she barked immediately, scowling at him. "I'm regrettin'! I'm definitely regretting now!"

He studied her agitated features with narrowed eyes, and at last, he just shook his head.

"You suck at lying," he told her simply, and she swore at him, the little hothead.

"Struggle all ya want, but you're gonna be a Hirako bride eventually, so ya might as well just give in gracefully now."

As far as Shinji was concerned, they just had the wedding night in advance. The golden-haired Captain was perfectly fine with that, what with his tendency to do things backwards sometimes.

"Screw you," Hiyori blustered, outraged at being told what to do. "I'm not gonna marry you!"

"Screwing me was what got you in this position in the first place, brat," he told her with fond amusement. He really ought to thank her for this, since she had just saved him the difficult task of having to subtly corral her into a relationship. "Since you started this, it's only fair that I get to end it."

She looked like she wanted to end him instead, but then he leaned in and kissed her. Surprisingly enough, she grudgingly submitted to his ministrations, weak to his physical displays of affection.

"It's already done, Hiyori," he whispered huskily in her ear after he had her sufficiently distracted. "This deal is sealed as far as you're concerned. You've already been baited and hooked, caught. Now, all that's left to do is to reel you in and land you."

The petite blonde turned bright red, and then she wasted no time clocking her stupid lover in the face with her own forehead. This time, the impact smashed into his skull with a loud clunk. Shinji immediately pulled back, cursing up a streak. He had just had his bell rang, hard.

"I'M NOT A BLOODY FISH, DAMN BALDY!" she lifted her head and bellowed right into his ear. Then, she lunged over and sank her sharp little fangs into his bare shoulder, unceremoniously drawing blood, just for the sheer hell of it. He let out a distinctly unmanly yelp.

"HIYORI!" he yelled back, his forehead throbbing in pain. Really, this little monkey was still as unmannerly and as disagreeable as ever. He was extremely careful to keep her legs firmly trapped under his, though. The last time he intentionally provoked her, she had made sure to go right in for the kill, biting, scratching, kicking and punching anything that got in her way. His poor balls were black and blue for at least a week. Why did he love this woman again?

"YOU BETTER HAVE A PROPER PROPOSAL THE NEXT TIME YOU ASK!" the pint-sized blonde shouted at him. "AND YOU ALSO BETTER BE ON YOUR DAMN KNEES!"

Shinji stopped swearing abruptly. He looked sharply at the angry woman under him, his disgruntlement with her quickly forgotten. "Next time?" he echoed, sobering. "Hiyori, what are you saying?"

The ex-Shinigami clamped her mouth shut, having spoken more than she intended to on the subject. "Nothin'." She scowled crankily at him. "And lemme go!"

"No," he told her. "We're not going anywhere until you clarify this." He paused, and then continued. "S'pose I ask ya ta' marry me, what do ya say?"

Hiyori growled, not liking her current position. But Shinji could be very stubborn if he wanted to as well, and he wasn't going to back down until he had his answer. "HELL NO! That's what I'm gonna say! No way in hell! And I swear, if you don't release me right now, I'm gonna kick yer ass so bad-"

He ignored her aggressive rambling and persisted. "Is that a 'Yes, Shinji-kun, of course I'll marry you' that I hear?"

With a perfect poker face, the Gobantai Taichou continued to mimic her possible response in a falsetto voice that sounded absolutely nothing like her, much to her outrage. "Oh, this is a dream come true, my handsome, darling Prince! We'll have a perfect sunset wedding by the sea and twenty bridesmaids to hold onto my hundred foot long wedding train as I ride down the aisle on a little white pony and commit my life to yours for all of eternity. And then we'll share a perfect kiss in the backdrop of the entire Goteijusantai-"

Hiyori looked like she wanted to kill him then for his ridiculous charade but couldn't quite manage it since he had her completely incapacitated now.

"Shut up! I do not speak like that!" she burst out. "And there will be no goddamn fuckin' ponies or hundred foot long trains or twenty bridesmaids at our wedding! The whole thing's gonna be nice, short and simple, dammit!"

Then, she suddenly realized what she had just said. The triumphant look on the jackass' face was nearly enough to convince her to commit murder.

"That's a yes, isn't it, brat?" he pressed teasingly, now smiling. She kept stubbornly silent this time, not about to be prodded into revealing any more than she already had. But that was alright, Shinji already had his answer. It was as much of a verbal confirmation as he could get from her at this point of time, and really, she had already showed that he had her favor when she gave herself so sweetly to him today.

And now that this was settled…

"What are you doing?" the tiny blonde still lying under him suddenly demanded, her sharp voice hitching slightly when he lowered his head and brushed his lips against her neck, his large hand stroking her bare thigh at the same time.

"I did mention just now that we have helluva lot of sexual tension to work through, didn't I?"

"What?! Wait! D-Don't you fuckin' dare, S-Shinji!"

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Questions That I Would Like To Answer Before You Ask:

Yeah, so my love for ShiYori got completely out of hand and I feel like I have been dragged kicking and screaming into this fandom by my muse. That's not such a bad thing, I suppose, since I do feel very strongly for this couple and can't seem to write anything but them for the last week or so, much to my chagrin. Might as well not fight it any longer and just go along with the flow, eh?

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As mentioned in the summary, 'Lily and Thistle' will be a one-shot collection in the same universe of 'Say Please,' my other ShiYori one-shot smut fic. As such, the chapters here will all be loosely related but may not be in chronological order (I will try to refrain from this), though that shouldn't be an issue since most of the installments can be taken as separate shots themselves.

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FYI, the title 'Lily and Thistle' is taken in reference of Shinji and Hiyori's respective Shinigami Division insignias, the Gobantai's Lily, and the Juunibantai's Thistle. In the language of flowers, the Lily represents passion and devotion, and the Thistle is known to mean bravery and loyalty. I thought that the symbolisms of the flowers were rather fitting for our main characters, even though Hiyori is not currently a member of the Twelfth Division and the Gotei 13.

Do you know that lilies and thistles are a very popular floral arrangement for bridal bouquets? I was googling them up to see what the flowers looked like and they were absolutely gorgeous together. (Sorry, I'm currently at that insufferable stage where every little thing that even vaguely justifies my OTP sends me and my inner fangirl into ridiculous paroxysms of joy and happiness.)

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For those who are curious, the term 'hentai yarou' loosely translates to 'perverted bastard,' just so you know.

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There will be smut in this fic; mild insinuations of sex, blatant descriptions of sex, you name it, it probably will be in here. I don't know if that makes me perverted or what, but ShiYori is my new BelHaru – i.e. my new favorite smut couple. This fic is M-rated for a reason; you have been warned!

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Last but not least, thanks for reading!

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-paws