Building a Bridge to Somewhere

"Well, I would ask when I could see you again but I know it will be tomorrow morning at work," Byakuya chuckled lightly when they stood in front of her door.

"Would you like to come in?" Kamiko inquired, looking down at the basket in his hands. "I could use a little help with the dishes."

"I'd be happy to," he offered, watching her type in the code to open the door. He followed her to the kitchen, setting the basket on the counter. Disappointment flooded him when he saw her turning on the water in the sink. She was actually serious about doing the dishes? With a deep sigh and heavy heart, he resigned himself to having dishpan hands. He could never recall a moment in his life when his hands had even touched dishwater much less actually washed a dish. Rolling his eyes with a smile on his face, he chalked this up to another first his lovely ex-wife will make him experience.

Kamiko dropped the dish into the sink sending a flurry of bubbles into the air and all over them. She stood stunned for a moment with bubbles dripping off the end of her nose. Getting up the nerve to look at Byakuya, she saw a big smile on his face instead of a deep scowl. Breathing a deep sigh of relief, she relaxed a little too soon. She shrieked when he splashed a handful of water on her. She returned the favor but it was a wine glass full from the glasses she had just placed in the water.

"Miko!" Byakuya shouted, grabbing her.

Kamiko screamed trying to pull out his grip. Since there was water and bubbles making a precarious slippery surface on the floor beneath their feet, it was not long before their playful struggling sent them straight down in a laughing yelling heap. They giggled helplessly, rolling around in the soapy mixture while he tickled her mercilessly.

"Bya, stop!" she cried out half-heartedly. They were both enjoying themselves way too much. She sat up all of a sudden, head butting him.

"Ow! Dammit!" he yelled, rubbing his tender, aching forehead.

"Here, you big baby! Let me kiss it," she said, pushing his hands out of the way to press a kiss to his hurting head.

"Will you kiss me wherever it hurts?" he asked, their giggles softly dying away as their eyes locked together for an unanticipated yearning gaze.

"Tell me where," she responded, gulping audibly.

"Here," he said, pointing to his cheek. So she kissed it.

Kamiko bit her lower lip, waiting for the next boo boo to be pointed out that needed her attention. She kissed his other cheek, his nose, his chin, and of course his lips.

"One more," he murmured, unbuttoning his shirt. He pointed to his chest over his heart. "Here."

Kamiko leaned forward, pressing her lips against the ivory skin of his nicely built chest. She straddled his lap, pushing her fingers into his hair.

"My turn. You wounded my heart. Now make it better," she whispered, pulling his head to her chest. Her eyes drank the sight of his full red lips pressing against her chest just where her breast started to round out from her body.

"I'll make it up to you if I have to say I'm sorry every day for the rest of my life," he breathed, burying his fingers in her thick long hair.

"Don't say you're sorry. Just tell me you love me and show me every day."

"Are you saying…are you saying you want to be with me?"

"That's all I ever wanted, you big dumbass. I want to be with you, not owned by you. I love you."

"I love you too."

Kamiko pressed her lips to his, unbuttoning his shirt while his fingers made their way around to the zipper of her dress. It felt as if he were leaving a trail of fire with every touch and caress. She whispered his name pleadingly when he covered her nipple with his mouth to suck gently. Her fingers worked quickly and fervently to free him from his jeans. He must have bought these especially for this occasion because he had never owned a pair. Denim was not a fabric of choice for the rich and snooty. She hoped he kept the changes coming. And speaking of coming, she felt herself being pushed off his lap and onto the floor into the water that had grown cold but her body was so hot it felt good. She kept her eyes on his face as he reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties. Well this was exciting and new; he was about to make love to her right here on the kitchen floor in their watery soapy mess.

"Bya," she gasped when he slid into her. She could feel her body sliding across the floor under him as he moved in and out of her. It was strangely erotic and thrilling. Her hands easily glided all of his body from the slick soap bubbles covering them both.

"You are the most amazing, unpredictable, and sexy woman," he panted into her ear as he made love to her.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, but right now you need to fuck me hard to get me to an orgasm," she told him, smiling when he unleashed that special little sound of his from deep in his throat. Apparently a little dirty talk did wonders for his stamina as he thrust into her with a speed and intensity she never knew him capable of. The overpowering pleasure was fantastic and unexpected, making her howl his name from the unrelenting ecstasy.

"Oh, Miko," he moaned, running his hand down her thigh to push her leg around his waist. "Hold on to me like you'll never let me go."

Kamiko wrapped her arms and legs around, holding him tightly while he pushed her closer and closer to their goal of an earth shattering orgasm. There was not much warning before body exploded into an eruption of pleasure that made her thrash beneath him.

"Oh, sweetheart," he groaned before the final thrust that caused him to release inside of her.

Kamiko held him firmly just like he had requested, pressing her face into his neck while he convulsed uncontrollably in the throes of an extreme orgasm. She stroked his back and arms as he lay panting on top of her from his powerful climax.

"Will you stay tonight?" she asked, kissing his cheek.

"Just tonight?" he inquired, kissing her lips.

"Yeah. Let's not push this thing too fast. I'm not the same person I used to be and I don't think you are either. We need to get to know each other again."

"All right. I can handle that."

Kamiko tried to calm the million butterflies fluttering in her stomach as the chauffeur took her hand to help her from the back of the limousine. She had been picked up from her house and brought to the same restaurant where he had proposed to her several years ago. Her legs felt weak and unsteady as she walked to the front doors of the empty restaurant that he had rented just for them. Nausea immediately filled her when she remembered the awful meeting with him from a few years ago that began just like this. This time not only was it a different restaurant but they were different people.

Byakuya stood up to greet her as soon as he saw her enter the front door. He was nervous; he did not get nervous-ever-until now. Reaching inside his pocket, he touched the black velvet box to give him courage and remind himself why he was here. They had been dating again for the last year so he felt it was time to take the next step. He gotten to know the new Kamiko, and he loved her. He wanted to be with her forever. This time he was sure.

The last year had been the best and most surprising of his life. Byakuya had done things he never thought he would do because of her and with her. Shockingly enough, even astounding himself, he had enjoyed them. They had gone on picnics, stargazing ventures, and walks on the beach. He had cooked meals with her at home and washed dishes with her which had a special affection for him. He had no idea how pleasurable and fulfilling the simple things in life could be; the plain, common things could be. Just being together, no matter what they were doing, had become the greatest joy in his life. He had eaten food from beachside shacks and vendor's carts which happened to be some of the best food in the world sometimes rivaling the snobbish culinary establishments he was accustomed to. She had even convinced him to go to a traveling carnival that was in town. He had done the super cliche romantic thing of taking her on a Ferris wheel ride and kissing her when they were stuck at the top. It had been one of those memorable moments he would store away and tell their grandchildren someday. They got a little too playful with the huge clouds of pink cotton candy they had bought, but it sure had been fun to lick the sticky sweetness from lips and cheeks and fingers. What followed afterward was a mind blowing experience he would never forget and would love to recreate time and time again. The memory of that part of the evening would be for them and them alone.

"My darling," Byakuya greeted her, pulling her into his arms to kiss her. She was absolutely stunning in her strapless black dress that hugged her curves beautifully especially the big curve poking out front. Despite, or maybe because of, being six months pregnant, she was the sexiest and most beautiful creature he had ever seen. To think he once forbade her to dress like this – he had been such an asshole.

"Thank you for giving me a second chance. Thank you for letting me be your friend and lover all over again. I want to ask you to allow me to be one more thing," he said, dropping down to one knee in front of her as he dug the box out of his pocket. "Will you allow me to be your husband again?"

Kamiko dropped to her knees in front him, throwing her arms around his neck. Her whole body tingled with excitement. She had been hoping this moment would come. Her lips met his and her head felt so light she thought it might float off her shoulders.

"Yes, yes! I want you to be my husband again," she said, gazing deeply into his dark eyes as the joyful tears spilled down her cheeks.

"Oh, Miko," he sighed, holding back the tears that shone in his eyes. His hands were trembling as violently as hers when he slid the ring onto her finger. "I'll make you happy this time. I'll be the husband I should have been before. I'll be a great father. I'll – "

Kamiko stopped the flow of words by kissing him. She held his head between her hands as she poured out her heart and soul to him through the meeting of their lips. Tears flowed down her cheeks then she suddenly realized that her eyes were not the only source of the tears wetting her face.

"Oh, Bya, when did you become so sentimental and emotional?" she asked, twittering uneasily to try to lighten up the almost devastating heaviness of the emotional moment.

"When I finally opened my heart and decided to love you with no holding back, no reservations," he answered candidly, pressing his forehead to hers.

"Well, come on, "she said suddenly, standing to her feet and reaching down for his hand. "We have a fantastic dinner to eat and plans to make for a new and beautiful life together."

The End

Well, that's it y'all. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you all for the lovely reviews and giving me the encouragement to keep coming. :D