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[ Why anyone would want to change Somna Snipe was unfathomable! It was a perfectly descriptive name for an elegant and effective weapon. ]

Oh, you were? [ Nemuri pulled back to look him in the face, a slow smile spreading across her lips. ] Great minds think alike.

Hmm... [ A small pout, then - ] Would the designer be so kind as to tell me the most efficient method of wrapping it around my body?

[Tragedy struck close to home. Jinta and Ururu shook their heads when Urahara told them about the name, leaving him distraught.

It was a test that involved applying oil-based perfume to the whip and whipping a body-double of himself with it at various distances. It was conducted in privacy in which Kisuke was the only one present to contemplate the nature of the test and what it was awakening in him.

That sexual aspect of it left him without good sleep for a couple of days but there was no need to give Nemuri that much ammunition. To boot, there was no way in hell he was going to test it on Tessai or Yoruichi or vice versa. He'd actually risk death if he tried a stunt like that.]

Well, it's something of a sponge despite the smooth texture... so, I'd say it'd work amazingly well if there were two opposing points of pressure around the whip itself.

Unfortunately, that's where my imagination ends! [It wasn't.]

[ She honestly would've loved to see his experimentation process... Maybe get in on it a little... Especially if it involved a double of himself.

She had to admit. Getting to whip and tie up two of Kisuke at the same time? Oh, my. ]

Oh, really? Between my tits, thighs, and ass, then?

[ She looked him straight in the eyes as she said it, her lips curved into a smile that was dripping with both sugar and spice.

Fatality. ]

[In many ways, Nemuri had one-upped Kisuke in the past but in this regard he was completely prepared even without fully realizing it. With a sharp click, he closed his fan with the palm of his hand--his expression devoid of humor. He reached over to take Nemuri's hand, deathly serious. One bead of sweat fell from his brow to his cheek.]

Yes. Absolutely. That should be the only way you do it.

[That magazine was there for a reason. Benhime was a terrible influence on him.]

[ Seeing the serious and determined expression upon his face, as if he were about to go into battle -

She couldn't help but erupt into a fit of giggles, this time the first to lose her composure. She badly wanted to stare him down, but it was impossible. ]

I'll keep that in mind!

[Kisuke suddenly woke up, realizing he had a fairly intense aura about him. He looked aside, the tip of his fan coming up to cover his lip, somewhat ashamed that he fell so quickly into a trance at that thought.

She clearly saw through his enthusiasm, so he wouldn't be able to escape the teasing that would inevitably come after. Still, she liked the whip, didn't she? It was a win regardless of whether or not he let something slip.]

Well, it would be the best option in terms of surface area, if not just for the aesthetic value...

[ She was still overcome with giggles. However, she couldn't say that she didn't like how surprisingly earnest he was about it. Plus, despite his "perverted shopkeep" persona... it was interesting to know what actually got him going. ]

I'll send you a picture once I figure it out, hmm?

[ A wink. ]

[It was good to get a laugh out of Nemuri but he did feel a little guilty since it was technically supposed to be a gift for her and not for him. The sparkling delight in her eyes was almost too much to ignore and when all was said and done, he caved easily.

Oh, whatever. He could indulge himself.]

I'd certainly love that but do remember it's mostly a gift for you. It'd seem rather underhanded if it seemed like I laid this all out for my own benefit, after all!

[ It was just going to be a cycle of reciprocation, then. He'd returned her memory to her. She nursed him back to health. Now he made her a gift to return the favor. Then she was going to send him some juicy photos -

Well, there were worse things in life. ]

I never said you did.

[ Her smile turned sly. He'd basically just cornered himself there. ]

[Opening his mouth, Kisuke took notice of the sharp crease in Nemuri's smile. He expected teasing but not a complete tear-down of his ambitious play.

Was she trying to get him to admit something? That look certainly looked like it was inviting even more competition.]

Oh? Because, I was thinking that if this were somehow linked to a personal preference of mine that I'd have to start working on additional accessories just to assure you of my wholesome motivations!

[Aggressively flaunting one's kink and making a war out of gift-giving? He would happily lean into it.]

Perhaps I could be convinced of your innocent intentions if you're so inclined to persuade me with more gifts.

[ It looked like he'd just gotten himself a willing model for his more... risque inventions and designs.

No wonder he was so interested in her corset when he'd come over. ]

Anyway, I may as well get started early... Would you hold this for me?

[ Grinning to herself, she lifted up the hem of her dress - unmindful that he could see her panties, of course - gesturing for Kisuke to gather the skirt at her waist so that she could wrap the whip just above her hips. ]

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[Kisuke knew getting into super science would eventually pay off.

When Nemuri slipped her fingers down to the hem of her dress, he let his eyes drift carefully to the door and right back to her. Well, better to not get distracted. He had his guesses that depending on who walked through, she probably wouldn't slow down at all.]

Now, that's dedication! [He pinched Nemuri's dress and pulled it up slowly in little flat folds so it wouldn't look scrunched up when she was done. That was how considerate he was.]

Ahhh, and while I'd enjoy the image, you won't have to press too hard against the whip to make sure it adheres to your quirk.

[Even if he was already plenty motivated to tell her otherwise, Kisuke figured Midnight would wear herself out eventually doing that many thigh clenches.]

[ He was right - the staff of his entire shop could come watch and she wouldn't have cared.

Nemuri noted the extra care he took not to rumple her dress and it made her grin. Honestly if he'd just bunched it up in his hands she wouldn't have minded, but the additional steps that he took to be methodical about it... Well, it was just him, and she rather liked it. ]

I hope you like the view.

[ Her voice was a low purr as she slipped her hands beneath his, looping the whip around the dip of her waist.

He wasn't going to get a full shibari demonstration yet, though; she just secured it around her like a belt, finally tucking the handle underneath the rope to her side. ]

I'm saving the show for when I've fully figured out what design I want to do.

[Putting so much effort into anything and everything was very Kisuke and he liked to think it was charming. With a wide and very obnoxious smile, Kisuke let his eyes wandered between her thighs and--

Oh, she was done. He blinked a few times, noticing he had gotten fairly engrossed. Had Kisuke been a little quicker on the uptake he might have complained in a very masculine way but Nemuri left him guessing.]

Have you done anything like that before? I might be a bit curious.

[ She very much enjoyed seeing where his gaze went. Nemuri was very much accustomed to having men and women ogle her, but doing it on purpose to excite someone - now that was a whole new level of fun.

She watched his eyes trail from her waist, to the flare of her hips, then between her thighs -

And whoops, show was over. ]

Of course. I couldn't very well be a dominatrix if I haven't mastered the art of shibari. I should just hang up my whip if that were the case!

[ Grinning, she leaned in so that she was even closer to him, her breathing mingling with his. ]

If you ever want me to tie you up, just let me know.

[It had been years since he did that. Somehow, it all came back to him fairly naturally and a little sedated darkness fell over his expression, his voice turning low from its usual hyper, high-pitched cadence.]

Kayama-san, I'm not sure even master dominatrixes have anything on you but... [He matched her intensity, his smiled curling up just as wickedly.]

You first.

[ Oh, she liked that challenge there. She definitely didn't think that Kisuke was as innocent as he seemed - after all, making that whip for her meant doing a fair amount of research. She was perfectly certain that he'd perused every single bit of relevant data until he determined the ideal materials and build for Somna Snipe.

It was interesting to see how he'd put that knowledge to use in... other pursuits. ]

You want to see me tied up first?

[ A soft laugh. ]

Don't worry. I'll be sure to have something nice designed for your eyes only.

Well, thank you ahead of time! It's not often I get to dive into my interests without judgmental eyes over my shoulder.

[Or, well, any eyes in the room at all that would judge him or drive him to put his erotica in a sealed vault along with various other artifacts. Kisuke picked up the box for the Somna Snipe and closed it, pressing his thumbs down on it to push all of the air out.]

Plus, well... You'll look fantastic doing it, so I'm sure you'll have fun preparing it.

Your interests?

[ Nemuri's eyes lit up, and her grin turned positively wicked. ]

I didn't know that such things have been a longstanding interest of yours.

[ She was still close to him, so much so that she could feel his breathing against her skin. A quiet giggle escaped her. ]

You should've told me sooner.

Ahhh, well... [Kisuke suddenly looked exasperated, his eyes averting.] I'm sure you know it's tough finding a partner who shares that interest.

[Though, despite his disappointment, it was increasingly difficult to let a bad mood stick with Nemuri making excellent use of her height so lean in so close to his neck and chin.

He loved teasing and being teased. It was more of an honest way to chat than most people would expect. There was also something refreshing about someone watching him with that much interest and intensity. It was something he hadn't felt since he was an awkward teenager who didn't know how handsome he was at the time.]

You think? I may be old-fashioned but it doesn't seem like a first-date conversation... Though, I suppose neither of us are that conventional, are we?

[ Truth be told, Nemuri didn't have that problem. Men and women seemed to be eager to have her tie them up. She believed it had to do with honesty; she had no qualms showing her predilections in that aspect, so people readily presented themselves to her on a silver platter. ]

Oh, I think it's all about being straightforward. When people see me, they know that's what they're in for.

[ She laughed, trailing a scarlet fingernail down Kisuke's chest playfully. She was of the same mindset as him when it came to teasing people - she loved seeing people flustered. Even better when they revealed their true feelings and thoughts, whether accidentally or because of her commanding presence. ]

You could say I break the mold... But I do also love a good old-fashioned romance, with flowers, chocolate, and all the works.

Hmmm. [Kisuke wondered what he would have to wear to give off that vibe. Something told him that if he wanted to give off that sort of energy that he'd have to wear a suit, shave, and cut or slick back his hair.

Then, he realized he'd just look like Aizen and he washed that thought away with a bit of mental mouthwash--by letting himself pay attention to the slow path Nemuri's fingernail took.]

I think I'd just look creepy. [He continued, smiling apologetically. Kisuke had tried the old-fashioned approach to romance a couple times. Yoruichi was never the kind of woman who liked protocol and a gentle pace when it came to relationships, so Kisuke's one rejection taught him a very incorrect lesson. Kisuke's lifted one hand to trace his fan from Nemuri's navel on and up, almost intentionally dragging slowly along her dress.]

I wouldn't say that's shocking, Kayama-san, but I don't think the old-fashioned approach ever worked for me. I've been convinced it was just something of a fantasy you'd hear about in stories.

[ It was true he didn't quite have the "Daddy" look that spelled it out for people. She was already wondering how to suggest that sort of style for him when he slowly trailed his fan upward along her stomach, making an indulgent smile curl upon her lips. ]

Really? Well, it's true that not all women appreciate the knightly, chivalrous approach. However, in my case, I'd say it goes hand in hand. My deepest desire as a dominatrix is to be spoiled absolutely rotten.

[ After all, she established the Midnight Boys so that she'd have a team of hot guys waiting on her hand and foot. It wasn't just the power play; it was also the pampering. ]

[Pinching his thumb, Kisuke opened the fan partway up with a little click. The tip of his fan laid between Nemuri's breasts while he recalled something he had seen that he and his spirit agreed had been a very important piece of art--]

I don't know about knightly but I'm definitely all in favor of spoiling you. Myself, I remember seeing a painting of a grand tactician seducing his beloved general by unclipping her armor with just the tip of his fan. It was the only one of that type I've ever seen but I remember it more than any other piece of art.

[It also had a lot more of a formative influence over him than he realized. Kisuke thought the skinny and flamboyantly dressed tactician was the epitome of 'cool'.

He still had his haori from when he was a proper soul reaper. The thought squirmed around in him, threatening to come right out.]

[ At the back of her mind, Nemuri couldn't help but think that that was some flimsy armor, and a giggle slipped past her lips. Well, such was ~~porn~~ erotica logic.

Hmm, but his fan was in the spot where her Pro Hero outfit normally parted her breasts, and she pushed them together ever so slightly to give him a nice view. ]

I have to admit, it's a tantalizing idea - one tug, or one flick of the wrist, and all your clothes are gone. It's perfect for a nudist such as myself.

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