Passion For Paperwork

Disclaimer: Don't own any of the charas, world, etc etc etc. Not for profit, just for fun :)

Warnings for the whole story: Alcohol abuse, lime-like moments as Hitsugaya can't control his raging hormones and a lemon at the very end.

Warnings for this chapter: Just good ol' heavy alcohol consumption.

My biggest thanks to Skarla for beta-ing – I luffs you! Credit to Skarla also for the title, I love it!

Chapter One - Reward Scheme

"Awww!" Came the inevitable whine. "But Caaaaaptaaaaaain!" Rangiku Matsumoto's voice reached the kind of high pitch that made Toshiro Hitsugaya's ears start bleeding, or at least feel like it.

"I've already told you," He said, putting on his best stern voice. "Do your paperwork and you can go out drinking afterwards.

"But Renji and the others will already be there and start without me!"

"You'll just have to do it quickly then!" His brow twitched.

"Can't I do it tomorrow? I have all day tomorrow!"

"You say that and you'll just dump it on MY desk, and I'm not doing YOUR paperwork anymore!" He growled. Rangiku pulled off a mega-pout as he out-stared her and she slumped down at her desk.

"Fine." She said, like a child. The captain sighed and collected himself behind his own desk. The in-tray was half as big without having to do her admin as well and he got to it with well-practised efficiency. He didn't like ordering his vice-captain to do something she hated, but he hated paperwork just that little bit more and he thought it wouldn't kill her to fulfil some of the responsibilities her rank entailed. A calm silence descended on the 10th division's office and Hitsugaya smiled to himself ever so slightly.

"What are you grinning about, Captain?" Rangiku asked, noticing the tiny twitch on his lips. "Going somewhere tonight?" She paused for a second, looking up at him.

"No." He said shortly. She blinked.

"It's Shuuhei's birthday, you should come! I know a whole bunch of us are going to be there, it'll be fun!" She said, light in her eyes as though lit up by the metaphorical lightbulbs.

"I don't drink." He said, his tone expressing how much he thought it was a stupid idea.

"Aww, come on! You wouldn't be the only captain there." She said slyly, hoping this would entice him.

"Yes, because Kyoraku and I get along so well at parties." He said, on the verge of growling. Seeing that she was defeated (for the moment) she pouted and turned her attention back to the hated paperwork. There was silence for a long time as she raced through hers as quickly as possible (he wondered how on earth it would be legible, but as long as it was done, no one could complain). He carefully placed the last of the forms into the appropriate folder and stood up, stretching his aching limbs and was glad to see his vice-captain finally engrossed and concentrating on the formalities before her.

He thought it would do her good and was determined to get home on time from now on as staying behind to finish all of her work made for late nights every night. While her head was bowed over the paper he allowed himself to look at her properly. He knew his vice-captain was very attractive, but he couldn't afford to even look at her very much for the risk of others misconstruing his glances. The most he saw of her as the flash of her eyes, a flick of her hair or her cleavage as she glomped him (which was pretty often). As much as he had to act annoyed at her flirtatious and sometimes outrageous behaviour, he had to admit a certain pleasure when she did do it; just because he was the wielder of the ice-dragon Zanpakuto, didn't mean he wasn't a red-blooded male and like most, being thrust between her magnificent breasts always caused a rush of a certain kind. However, through sheer willpower he had pushed her away, pushed those feelings away and maintained his cool. Even Hyorinmaru thought he was cold for it.

His eyes ran over her shining golden hair, his mind flashing up an image of his hands running through it in a similar way and down over her face; her eyes, normally sparkling with mischief were sharp with concentration at the moment, and her full, soft-looking lips were unconsciously miming the words she was writing. That little motion of her lips moving turned his imagination into overdrive, and he was overwhelmed with a fantasy of those lips nibbling on his ear whispering all the things she wanted him to do to her and his eyes glazed over.

Hot breath tickled his neck and his hands clasped her shoulders, his thumbs slipping under her shihakusho and running the material down her arms as she pulled his own uniform open. Skin met skin in the only heat he could stand, and he turned his head to lick and nip at her neck, a sweet purr of satisfaction erupting from her which rumbled into him. She clawed slightly at his back, sending shivers through him and he run his fingers up the path of her spine and he could feel her squirm in delight as his mouth worked slowly down. His tongue ran over her collarbone and...

"Captain?" She asked. Suddenly he snapped back into reality and focussed his eyes. She was looking up at him with a puzzled expression and he turned around quickly. "What's the matter?" She asked innocently.

"Just...just amazed to see you sat doing your paperwork for once, Rangiku." He pushed out, rubbing a hand over his face, which was red and pulsating from embarrassment and residual desire.

"Are you sure you're alright, Captain? You're all red." She said. He cursed as he realised the back of his neck must be blushing too, heck he figured his whole body was bright red right now.

"It's hot in here." He used his usual excuse and went outside to 'cool down'.

'Shit.' He thought to himself. 'How could I have let my guard down like that? I was blatantly staring at her fantasising about stripping her off and tasting her... damn it! I need to stop thinking like this. I hope she bought my excuse. I can never quite tell with her. Sometimes I think she knows me better than I do, but sometimes she's oblivious.' He was trapped in thought once more as she joined him. It was a warm night, but it didn't stop her from feeling the cold breeze and shivering a little. He was still feeling furiously embarrassed and prickled defensively when he felt her step next to him.

"What is it Matsumoto?"He said, using her last name in an effort to disguise his turmoil in formalities. It was the oldest trick in the book and she was wised-up to the whole book. Nevertheless, she didn't want to aggravate her captain more than she had apparently already done and bowed her head slightly.

"I wanted to make sure you were all right. You sort of ran out of the office." She said quietly.

"I'm fine. If you can finish your paperwork anytime soon, I can lock up and go to sleep." He snapped, not intending to sound so harsh. He kicked himself inwardly.

"But I am done. If you could take my report for the day, then I am finished. Permission to be dismissed, sir?" She mimicked his sullen formality and a sigh he kept internally was crossed with a growl. He was taking his anger at himself out on her and he knew it was stupid. She looked a little hurt, knowing she enjoyed the closeness they usually shared. There was no petulant pout on her lips this time, only a small crease in her brow and a dullness in her eyes he hated to see.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get cross." He grumbled and took the paper she offered him. "Thanks." She turned to leave when an idea struck him. "Actually, can you come back in for a second?" He asked. Obediently she followed him into the office and he opened a deep drawer at the bottom of his desk. From the said drawer he pulled out a bottle that looked oddly like-

"Sake?!" She squealed in surprise, her sullenness forgotten in hopes she would get to drink with her captain. "I'll go get some cups!" She grinned and headed for the kitchen area.

"Wait! Not for us to drink!" He said, trying to stop her so he could explain what Mr Sober was doing with a bottle of booze in his desk.

"Well, who then?"

"I was going to give this to you if you could go a month and keep on top of your paper work, but why don't you take it to Hisagi's party tonight?" He said, handing it to her, keeping it at arms length away from him as if to reinforce the point that he had no interest, even revulsion at the liquor.

"That's so thoughtful, Captain!" She gushed and glomped him, thrusting his silvery head into her chest, doing her best to suffocate him in her appreciation. As much as he liked this, and no one was around to see it wasn't so bad, but she was beginning to cut off his oxygen supply and the ache in the lower region of his own body wasn't going to go unnoticed if she didn't stop. He pushed away from her in time to avoid seeing stars and he gasped for air.

"How many times do I have to say..." His reproach was cut short by realising they weren't in the office any more. She had flash-stepped them to the party and he could hear loud music thumping and raucous laughter from inside.

A/N: Oh no! What has Rangiku gotten her captain into now? Needless to say it involves booze, loose shihakushos and some rude songs!