She could see it in the way his eyes lit up with hunger the second he registered what she’d said. He wanted her, and he was going to take her. Right here. Right now. For some reason, that thought sent a shiver down her legs. She didn’t resist as he tore off her everything; not even her cross was spared, thrown to the ground in a mad scramble of movement. Her own hands were too busy fumbling with his belt to catch it, a task she quickly abandoned in favor of simply ripping his pants clean off him. He could get new ones.
Any hint of tenderness was gone as he forced his tongue down her throat and shoved her against the apartment’s roof access door. His fingers moved everywhere, and in seconds he had her at his mercy.
An hour later, Mei finally came up to breathe, her bare chest heaving as Kenji, at last, stopped his relentless assault. “That… was amazing.” Why had never ever told her about this? Why had no one ever tried to show her?
Pulling herself up into a sitting position, Quincy smiled at her lover, her left hand tracing a line along his perfect abs as she caught her breath. “Thank you, Kenji.” She knew she’d have to tell him, eventually. How they’d gotten here. What she was. What he’d done for her. So many things to speak of, so many lies that needed unravelling. But she would do it for him. For the man who had opened her eyes, and given her her heart’s desire.
No he didn't! Mei's just huffy because she was too much of a tramp to get to know who, or rather what, he was first. ^^
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Seireitei is crumbling and the Gotei is a shell of its former self. Ravaged by the plague, the surviving Shinigami struggle to maintain the balance, but with so few of them left, the work is taxing and their fortress-city has fallen to neglect. Spread thin across all fronts, their diminished presence has been noted by friend and foe alike.
The Arrancar have rebuilt Las Noches and are rallying. The throne remains empty, but self-styled Espada have risen up from among them and are vying for control, each one endlessly testing the others’ weaknesses. Too evenly matched for any one of them to claim the crown, they bide their time, waiting for the opportune moment.
On Earth, all seems well—but there is a war being fought in the shadows as the mortals find themselves lacking the protection they once had and so sorely need. The Quincy, having realized the oppressive specter of the Shinigami is no more, are flourishing, and are fighting the Hollow-breeds with renewed vigor.