[194] Curious (Bleach)

[isamikodakas]

Title: Curiosity is a Black Hole

Fandom: Bleach

Pairing: Emilou Apacci/Hinamori Momo

Rating: Teen & Up Audiences

Warnings: Super Mild Sexual Content

Prompt: Curious

Word Count: 750 words

Summary: Momo asks Apacci about her Hollow hole.
 

“What does it feel like?” A gentle weight dips the edge of the futon and Apacci huffs a sigh, cracking an eye open to find the frail shinigami woman sitting there, studying her appearance. “When someone touches your Hollow hole… Does it hurt?”

 

Apacci presses her lips together, pushing herself into a sitting position. In her ordinary clothing, her Hollow hole— positioned just below her breasts— is invisible, clovered by the cloth and kept safe just in case. With her current mostly-exposed state, though, the hole is visible. It was necessary to keep the bandages in place; the human healer has all but exhausted herself today and Apacci is stronger than most of the shinigami here, content to wait considering all she has to do is lie her and eat up the excess reishi in Soul Society.

 

The shinigami woman has been making herself comfortable at Apacci’s bedside as if their first fight with one another somehow made them companions. Or maybe she was trying to be polite, which is more than Apacci could say for most of them.

 

“It doesn’t hurt,” she says, her voice gruff. “Why do you care? Looking for a weak spot in case we end up crossing blades again? It didn’t work so well for you last time.”

 

The woman shakes her head, her kind brown eyes making Apacci feel all kinds of uncomfortable. It made her think of Halibel-sama, of the genteel nature that belied her true fierce strength. “No, I was merely curious. Would you mind if I touched it?”

 

Most Hollows would have flinched away at such a question because of what the physical reaction usually entails. Apacci herself had never thought much about them, knowing about their purpose and existence, before the night where she watched Sung-Sun’s slender fingers steal to the edge of Mila Rose’s, provoking a reaction from the lioness that she herself had never seen before. As far as she knows, such reactions are not common among lower-level Hollows or Adjuchas, but she has never tangled with a Vasto Lorde personally.

 

Except for Halibel, but her Hole was hidden inside where no one else could touch it.

 

“If you want to,” she huffs. Saying no would make it seem like a weakness and she’s confident in her ability to keep her face relaxed no matter what it feels like.

 

The shinigami woman reaches for her and Apacci fixes her eyes on the wall, bracing herself and refusing to let her body jump when slim, cool fingers brush against her bare skin. At first, there is nothing, just a light pressure against the edge of her sternum, and then the woman moves her fingers just a few centimeters, stroking the very edge of Apacci’s Hole where her skin gives way to the curve of it.

 

Desire hits her low in the gut and she schools her face as best she can, teeth sinking into her lower lip as her fists curl in the bedsheets and cling to them, desperate for an anchor. To her credit, the shinigami is gentle with her. The fingers slip into the Hole itself and prod the edges of it carefully, stroking over the inner curve, pausing where Apacci’s heart beats most firmly. She’s heard that Hollows are humans who lose their hearts but that’s figurative. Anything that claims to have a life has a heart of its own.

 

The shinigami dog had taught his people a thing or two about that, hadn’t he?

 

Eventually, Apacci loses control over her face, her hands slipping from the sheets as a low, shuddering breath leaves her throat. Her movements are too fast, too fluid, gripping the woman by the wrist, yanking her onto the mattress at the same moment she moves so that she lands on top of her. The woman only looks up at her silently.

 

“Woman,” Apacci says coolly, “you shouldn’t do something like that.”

 

“Momo,” the woman corrects her. Her hand, close to Apacci’s Hole once more, reaches out, pressing up into it and wringing a desperate noise from Apacci’s lips as she fights not to rut down against the woman’s thigh. “This is what the blue-haired Arrancar said would happen. I’m surprised he didn’t lie to me.”

 

“Grimmjow?” Apacci demands, frowning when Momo smiles up at her placidly. “You planned this? Why would you want to—”

 

In answer, Momo presses up once more and Apacci chokes. “Why wouldn’t I want to?”

 

Apacci kicks the door shut. Momo has half of her kosode off.

 

Comments

[sylvaine]

OOooh this is delightful >:D

[isamikodakas]

thank you so much!