Bleach (Aizen/Hinamori)
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Rating: PG-ish
Word count: 550
Summary: Captain Aizen visits his lieutenant captain at the infirmary. [Set pre-Soul Society storyarc]
Prompt: Bleach, Aizen/Hinamori: Hurt/Comfort - She bled so well.
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He visits her in the infirmary, precisely one hour after she was brought in, ten minutes after a breathless messanger appeared at his door, Captain, Captain, you have to come quickly, Lieutenant Captain Hinamori is--
She's on an exanimation table when he enters, pale but sitting upright as some annonymous Fourth wraps a bandage around her stomach and murmurs to her in soothing tones: the cut is shallow, Lieutenant Captain, it'll be painful but if you're careful you'll be fine, you shouldn't strain yourself. And she nods, listening, but then she sees him in the doorway and she jerks up tighter, ignoring the Fourth's noise of dismay; a flush spreads cross her pretty little face. There's a bruise blossoming over one eye, and a wet cut on her lip. "Captain Aizen!"
He tucks his hands into his sleeves and smiles at her. "Hinamori-kun," he says. "I hear you took down the nest almost completely by yourself."
As though on cue, she blushes, red as the blood on her lip, the blood that's already beginning to stain the bandages taped to her stomach. "I had help," she stammers. "My squad -- Nakajima-kun, Ono-kun --"
"That's not what I heard." He crosses to her side, and the fluttering little Fourth makes another despairing noise as she lurches to her feet at his approach. "I heard that you took three Hollows down on your own, just you and your Tobiume." He puts approval into his voice, warm and soft, and his smile is genuine when she swells into it, blooming like a flower graced by the touch of the sun. She's so very pretty, his little Hinamori, with her bright shining eyes and her fragile birdlike bones and unshaking loyalty. He touches her cheek and her resultant blush makes him chuckle. He likes this, too, the quick hard flush of blood under her thin skin; he likes thinking about how bright and fast it would be, if something were to cut her right now--
"You did well, Hinamori-kun," he tells her. He drops his hand lower, letting his thumb brush the cut on her lip. She blushes harder, beaming, and the Fourth gives up, muttering please, Captain Aizen, she needs to take it easy, I'll be back later before going on to the next patient.
He holds her face for a moment longer, his touch gentle; she could break away just by leaning back, and the beauty is that she will not, not from him.. There are a dozen ways he could kill her in this instant while she stands there and beams at him with limpid trusting eyes, and that is the knowledge that makes him let go of her, smiling benevolently at her bright-eyed pleasure.
"Get some sleep," he tells her, and helps her climb back onto the bed; he even takes off his haori and drapes it over her as a blanket -- it's big enough to completely cover her, breastbone to toes -- laughing at her stuttering protests until she subsides, caught somewhere between mortal embarrassment and sheer pleasure. He does not kiss her in any way -- that would be overdoing it -- and as he leaves, he sees that there is a smear of blood on his thumb.
He licks it off, and the taste is sweet indeed.
Rating: PG-ish
Word count: 550
Summary: Captain Aizen visits his lieutenant captain at the infirmary. [Set pre-Soul Society storyarc]
Prompt: Bleach, Aizen/Hinamori: Hurt/Comfort - She bled so well.
+++++
He visits her in the infirmary, precisely one hour after she was brought in, ten minutes after a breathless messanger appeared at his door, Captain, Captain, you have to come quickly, Lieutenant Captain Hinamori is--
She's on an exanimation table when he enters, pale but sitting upright as some annonymous Fourth wraps a bandage around her stomach and murmurs to her in soothing tones: the cut is shallow, Lieutenant Captain, it'll be painful but if you're careful you'll be fine, you shouldn't strain yourself. And she nods, listening, but then she sees him in the doorway and she jerks up tighter, ignoring the Fourth's noise of dismay; a flush spreads cross her pretty little face. There's a bruise blossoming over one eye, and a wet cut on her lip. "Captain Aizen!"
He tucks his hands into his sleeves and smiles at her. "Hinamori-kun," he says. "I hear you took down the nest almost completely by yourself."
As though on cue, she blushes, red as the blood on her lip, the blood that's already beginning to stain the bandages taped to her stomach. "I had help," she stammers. "My squad -- Nakajima-kun, Ono-kun --"
"That's not what I heard." He crosses to her side, and the fluttering little Fourth makes another despairing noise as she lurches to her feet at his approach. "I heard that you took three Hollows down on your own, just you and your Tobiume." He puts approval into his voice, warm and soft, and his smile is genuine when she swells into it, blooming like a flower graced by the touch of the sun. She's so very pretty, his little Hinamori, with her bright shining eyes and her fragile birdlike bones and unshaking loyalty. He touches her cheek and her resultant blush makes him chuckle. He likes this, too, the quick hard flush of blood under her thin skin; he likes thinking about how bright and fast it would be, if something were to cut her right now--
"You did well, Hinamori-kun," he tells her. He drops his hand lower, letting his thumb brush the cut on her lip. She blushes harder, beaming, and the Fourth gives up, muttering please, Captain Aizen, she needs to take it easy, I'll be back later before going on to the next patient.
He holds her face for a moment longer, his touch gentle; she could break away just by leaning back, and the beauty is that she will not, not from him.. There are a dozen ways he could kill her in this instant while she stands there and beams at him with limpid trusting eyes, and that is the knowledge that makes him let go of her, smiling benevolently at her bright-eyed pleasure.
"Get some sleep," he tells her, and helps her climb back onto the bed; he even takes off his haori and drapes it over her as a blanket -- it's big enough to completely cover her, breastbone to toes -- laughing at her stuttering protests until she subsides, caught somewhere between mortal embarrassment and sheer pleasure. He does not kiss her in any way -- that would be overdoing it -- and as he leaves, he sees that there is a smear of blood on his thumb.
He licks it off, and the taste is sweet indeed.
