Games

Chapter 5: Unnerving - Part 2

"It's kind of late for games," he said, feeling even more tired than he was before all the food.

Her smile grew a little wider. "Don't worry, we can play right here," she explained in a low voice, turning her body towards his. She moved her face closer to his, never removing the deadlock her eyes had on his. It made him more anxious than he liked to admit, the way her eyes bore unblinkingly into his.

"Are you nervous?" She inquired, her voice just above a whisper.

The icy-eyed captain didn't respond right away. He was too busy trying to calm down his brain, that was telling him he should run away. "I-um, maybe?" He managed to utter out, not realizing that he had backed his upper body so far into the couch that he might as well be one with it.

Yachiru drew her body back and let out a hearty laugh. Toushiro relaxed a bit, and wondered just what on earth she was getting at. She stood up and walked away from the couch. She was only footsteps away from his door when she turned around and said, "I'll be going home now. You lost the game so quickly."

Toushiro was confused, to say the least. What game was she playing? When did it even start? How did he lose already? "Wait just a second," he started as he got up after her. Then it occurred to him, the game and the rules. It was pretty simple actually. He used his hand to slam the door she was opening shut about her head. His other hand found its way to cover her mouth. He lowered his head next to hers and said in a throaty voice, "That was dirty, but I know your game now. What about you? Am I making you nervous?"

He could feel her lips pull into a playful smile against his palm. She forced her way out of his grasp and turned around to answer him, "Not a chance." It was her turn again and she grabbed one of his hands in both of hers. She grasped his index finger and slowly pushed it towards the back of his hand. Toushiro hoped his face wasn't paling, even though he knew she really wouldn't break his finger. Still, his heart pounded at the ever growing discomfort.

"You nervous?" She smirked with a devilish gleam in her eye.

"Yeah right," he snorted, sounding calm and confident thanks to years of conditioning his bearing. He matched her smirk and freed his hand from hers with a flick of the wrist. He used the same hand and drew out some of his abilities to make his fingers feel like icicles. He gently brushed his fingertips on her neck, tracing invisible line patterns up and down. His own heart was still racing and his mind was berating him for participating in her game. He liked this game though. He liked pushing himself to the limit, and his comfort zone wasn't safe from this. "You nervous now?"

He watched as the pink haired lieutenant's shoulders jerked up at his touch. It was obvious that she was struggling to keep her face from contorting. "Like," she breathed, finding that her voice sounded strange, "hell."

Her small hand splayed against his chest as she pushed him backwards until the back of his knees hit the couch. Curious to see what she was going to do, he gave in and sat down. She took a step back and gave him the most sinister smirk he had ever seen on any woman's face. His entire face turned to the color of his hair when he saw what she was doing.

Now Yachiru constantly surprised people with her actions, so much that everyone who was well acquainted with her truly had to grasp the concept of expecting the unexpected. However, Toushiro definitely had not prepared himself for what he was witnessing. The pink devil had removed her white sweatpants and was now standing arrogantly in front of him, giving him a nice view of her pink lace-trimmed panties.

"Nervous, Shiro-chan?" She sang, drawing out the syllables for effect.

Toushiro tried to find the right answer in his brain, but could only find the word "panties" running around his mind rampantly. He could hear her giggling faintly as he gave it his best shot to close his eyes and collect his thoughts. "You are so evil," he stated.

"Does this mean I win?"

He stood up, towering over her. From his height, he couldn't quite see her semi-naked lower half as well. He took in a small breath and peeled off his army green tank top, revealing his well sculpted body to her. This game was no longer only about pushing the limits of his comfort zone, his manly pride had been challenged as well. He tossed his shirt to the side and slipped a finger underneath the much shorter girl's chin, forcing her too look up at him. "Not quite yet, Yachiru."

She blushed furiously at hearing her name in his voice for the first time. There was only one other man who called her by her given name, so hearing it in Toushiro's deep voice really struck a nerve with her. Their eyes were locked, his calm, hers anxious. She shook her head and took a step back, trying not to stare at his toned torso and abdomen.

"Gee, Shiro-chan. I didn't think you had it in you," she admitted with a smirk.

He knew she wasn't going to give up, even if her eyes gave her away. He matched her smirk, curious of what she was going to pull next. He anticipated that she was going to take off her shirt, so he tried to mentally prepare himself. However, the pink haired girl's hands disappeared behind her back and she bit her bottom lip as if focusing on something while she wiggled her shoulders. Before Toushiro could process what she was doing, her hands reappeared in front of her and reached down the front of her own purple top to pull out her hot pink satin bra, which she dangled between her fingertips before letting it fall to the ground.

The white haired captain flung a hand over his mouth and nose, in fear of a nosebleed, while he couldn't take his eyes off Yachiru's breasts. He could see her nipples straining against the ribbed fabric of her tank top, making his head spin and his blood rush south. She took a step towards him, and he unconsciously took one back. This pattern continued until he was once again forced to sit on his couch. She still kept coming closer though and she was eventually hovering right over him, but still standing. Her knees were touching his and she bent over, putting her face right up in his.

Icy blue eyes wondered beyond her face though, and down her neck, collarbone, and then to outline of her bosom. The purple tank top she was wearing wasn't even necessary anymore to hide what was underneath. He could practically see everything, and yet he still had the desire to pull the shirt right over her head. His blood, hormones, and adrenaline were causing such a racket inside his body, that they had woken up his friend downstairs.

Toushiro looked down at his own pants and suddenly felt mortified. Nervous didn't even begin to describe what he was feeling as he clenched his eyes shut, just waiting for her to start teasing him. He tried to think of anything else but the pink haired vixen and the silly game gone horribly wrong, but all he ended up imaging was him throwing her onto his futon and having to skip work the next morning.

"You're awfully red. Am I really making you that nervous?" She asked with a snicker at the end, but still sounded concerned.

He cracked an eye open and saw her staring intently at him. His heart slowed down a bit, realizing that she hadn't noticed his excitement...yet. He opened his other eye, meeting her gaze. With a slightly calmer mind, he contemplated what on earth he was going to do. He didn't have much time to think and the thoughts that did run through his mind weren't his own, or so he thought.

"You're imagining things," he said, wondering how it was possible that his voice wasn't shaking despite the stampede his heart was causing in his veins.

"You do know that you're not going to win this," she taunted, but there was a hint of truth on her voice. Her comment poked at his pride some more, giving him another dose of adrenaline. With nervous hands, he leaned forward into her shoulder and gripped the back of her bare thighs. Her arms automatically moved to loop themselves around his neck. He observed the pinkness of her ears in the corner of his eye, and pondered over if it was just the reflection of the color of her hair or her body's reaction to his bold move.

Using his strength, he pulled with his hands, forcing her knees to slide up on the couch next to his hips. He bit his tongue from groaning as he felt her panty-clad pelvic area brush against his aroused groin. He knew she felt it too when her throat emitted a small squeak of surprise. He gulped, trying to imagine what was going through her mind, but he couldn't even get a grip on his own thoughts let alone hers.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," he said breathily in her ear, making her press herself against his bare chest. "What do you say, Yachiru? Are you nervous?"

Author's Note: I lied, it'll be 3 parts. Muahahaha.