A/N: Now, this is a combination of sadness and utter satisfaction. This story has been around a long time, and it's always something special for me to create something enjoyed by others. So it's sad to leave, but it's so very nice to have finally completed it. It was supposed to be plotless, mindless smut from the beginning so I am sorry if you were expecting a longer story, with more things happening and more drama and such. There will be many other stories for that, I am sure. This was just my excuse to write HitsuMatsu sexy times, and I had a great time doing it. I hope you have enjoyed, and that the end I finally managed to give it wasn't too big of a disappointment.

Thank you, everyone, for reading and reviewing and faving and alerting. It means a lot to me.

Now, enjoy, please, and again, I offer my sincere apologizes!

Of Rumours and Sake

Epilogue

"You promised."

"I know but can't we talk about it later?"

"I specifically asked you to tell me as soon as we returned home after my shift, which is now, and you promised. Now speak, woman!"

Rangiku pouted, finally letting her hands go lax in Toshiro's imprisoning grip. Damn, she really wanted those clothes off, and now.

"Fine." She ignored his little satisfied smirk in favour of huffing and squirming in his lap just so, smirking herself at the slowly throbbing hardness pressing against her bottom and the resulting hitch of breath her movement caused. "I dreamt about rumours getting out of hand and fraternization regulations kicking me out on the streets where I relived my childhood and met strange women and men with fish heads. The last part, I'm not sure where it came from, but it was freaky. I think I ate too much fish yesterday."

This caused him to pause, blinking, before he mentally discarded the fish-people in favour of the more sensitive subjects of possible separation and a not so happy childhood in the slums and quite possibly the deserted ghost towns eve further out than that. He felt ashamed to know so little of her past, and most of it from rumours (curse them and the trouble they bring, even if in his instance, they might have granted him with some positive consequences). It would, however, be a pleasure-pain experience to learn this from her, he decided, and now would be a great time to start. They had time, after all, to take it slow.

"It is good, then, that we needn't worry about regulations just yet, and that you're a fully grown, beautiful woman I am quite honored to call my own," he mumbled, embarrassed even as he said it and sure his cheeks were a deeper color of pink than usual. He did, however, manage to hold her gaze because what he said was true and this was important; she needed to know it and believe it.

"Oh god," she groaned, slipping her hands out of his grip to embrace his neck and press her forehead against his. "Can we please continue now so I can just, urgh, do something about the overwhelming need I have for you now, my silly, charming little Captain?"

"I told you," he said, hiding a delighted, uncharacteristically easy smile in her generous mane of golden hair, "I am taller than you now."

With that, he let her quite literally rip his clothes off, retaliating well enough to have her naked within moments but never fast enough; mouth already wandering her skin and hands already playing with her nipples, rubbing her sensitive bundle of nerves between her wide-spread legs that invited him fully and he had never felt so accepted as he did together with her like this, like she had shown him this past month. He had thought it impossible, but there was something more precious than her friendship and that was her love. Glowing, addictive, all-consuming.

"Fuck me," she gasped, withering underneath his steady fingers and nipping, teasing mouth. He groaned, moving in to kiss her roughly before moving down her body, his thumb pressing hard against her numb and making her moan as she threw her head back and arched against him. He paused by her breasts then, having them thrust up conveniently to snatch his attention as he went for an already hard nipple; sucking, biting and soothing with a flat, lazy swipe of his tongue. Her breathing quickened, he felt himself shudder in arousal as his member throbbed eagerly. He moved down, leaving the other breast neglected and grinning at the whine that followed.

Bypassing her wet curls (she said she didn't like to shave, although he hadn't heard that women did such a thing, but he thinks he would like it either way; it was Rangiku, therefore, gorgeous), he nosed his way to her trembling thighs and planted a gentle kiss on the side of her bent knee. His hands were running up and down those long, slender legs as he changed his position to sitting on his spread knees, her calves resting against his shoulders. He slowly bent lower, kissing any skin he could reach on her lovely legs as he moved down along them, closer to her heated core open to him. The way she looked in his bed, on her back and sprawled invitingly for his eyes; hair a mess, eyes dark, lips parted, breasts heavy with one glistering nipple where his saliva was slowly drying in the air, and her legs up and her most private parts offered to him; it was…incredibly arousing, painfully pleasurable and erotic. He would never be able to describe it, and he took a few moments to enjoy it; linger in the limbo between reverence and employing the enjoyment. When she bit her lip though, using her legs to draw him closer and looking at him like that….he was only a man, and she was very much a woman; his woman.

He leant down, breathing in her musky scent, and let the tip of his tongue flicker across the swollen nub he had teased and neglected long enough. Her pleased mumbling and breathy gasp spurred him on, and he dove in to take it between his lips and suck, hard, and he plunged a finger inside her heat and twisted it just so, causing her to choke on her own scream as he abruptly worked her to orgasm with a few more sucks and nips. The rush of heat and the clench of her muscled around his finger made his now rather painful member twitch in desperate need and he had to have her, now.

Still panting and recovering from what must've been a surprise (he tended to draw things out now that he was comfortable enjoying her body like dark chocolate to some, which would always be Rangiku for him), she barely noted that he left his place between her legs to move up and capture her lips; slipping her legs down from his shoulders to rest on his arms as he confidently pushed himself inside of her tight, wet heat.

It was glorious and he didn't know if he could last that long, but he wanted her to come again with him inside because he wanted, he needed, to feel her tremble around him like they were one and so he picked up a pace he knew she loved and angled his thrusts to press his pelvic against her now delightfully sensitive nub with each snap of his hips. It was hard and fast, she begged him for more, breathing in his ear and moaning against his neck and lips and cheek. Sharp nails clawed at his back and he shuddered, biting at the juncture of her elegant neck and slender shoulders and then she came again; choking on his name and profanities and he couldn't make out the rest, because he was coming too, a few thrusts after, throwing his head back and shaking as he called her own name.

Coming back to himself, he found he had collapsed in her arms and he was quite comfortably resting on her soft chest. Glancing up at her, he saw she had her eyes closed but a gentle, wonderful, beautiful smile on her face that made him reach up to touch her cheek in a tentative way of catching her attention. Her eyes opened, they were now a lovely corn-blue.

"Some good things come out of rumours and saké," she mumbled, her smile morphing into a teasing grin. He didn't mind.

"Yes," he agreed, grinning. He hated gossip, he frowned upon alcohol and really loathed the combination. But as always with Matsumoto Rangiku, there just wasn't a way to go about her normally. It figured she'd tangle him up in all this, and have him regret nothing at all.

This didn't mean he'd enjoy fighting off the rumours she'd cause in the upcoming years, or the saké she'll continue to consume, but still. He thought he could live with that, too.

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REALLY THE END.

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A/N: I was, truthfully, not going to write this epilogue but I wanted one more sex scene and it didn't seem right to continue right after where I left off in Chapter 6, so I made this separate.

Anyway, please review! It would give me much joy :)

Love,

Reflecting.

(PS. Again, I am sorry if my writing style has changed. I hope it doesn't make the story seem out of sync, or jumpy, or thrown together. Cross my fingers! I am so nervous about the response to this...like, you have no idea people.)