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The first rays of sun that fall onto her face from the half-opened window disturb her sleep. Slowly opening her eyes, Momo struggles to recognize her surroundings. She tries to get up but the raw stinging sensation in her lower stomach doesn’t let her. She quietly moans from the painful sensation and pulls her arms around herself.

Last night.

She blushes heavily and turns her head to where her captain is.

He’s still sleeping - covers pulled just above his waist, hair messy, his glasses abandoned on the tatami next to him.

Now that the pain isn’t so sudden Momo can sit up. Some time passes but she remains motionless. Just sitting there, her head on her knees, hugging herself. Momo tries to comfort herself but can’t do it. She reaches for Tobiume and runs her fingers against the sheathed blade as if asking for something, anything. But there is still no relief. She is still uneasy.

What will happen now?

She is confused and scared. Things like these aren’t supposed to happen all of a sudden. They aren’t supposed to be rushed either. Momo doesn’t know much about these things but she has an idea that this is trouble.

Cold wind is blowing in from the open window and her skin starts to crawl. She could just lie back into the pleasant warmth of the futon but she can’t bring herself to. She’s afraid to wake him up and then, then, she really doesn’t want to think about what will happen then.

“Hinamori-kun,” his voice is soft, filled with approval and calm. She shivers and thinks that only he can speak so normally in a situation like this.

Overcoming the fear with difficulty Momo forces herself to look at him. Aizen is gently smiling at her. Like always. As if nothing is out of order and they aren’t both naked in his bed, as if nothing happened and it wasn’t she who was moaning and arching into his every touch and asking for more.

His hand slides against her back and down her spine. She shudders. Sōsuke raises himself off the bed and with his free hand brushes his hair from his eyes.

His other hand is on her waist and is slowly pulling Momo back to the futon. His face is just a few millimeters from hers. Momo parts her lips a bit; a soft blush rises to her cheeks again. Their lips meet but only for a second. Aizen quickly pulls away and looks at her. There’s something odd in his stare, something alien, but at the same time something very desirable.

At this moment Momo would prefer to get up and leave, run away, hide…she would like to do anything but find herself in this situation. But something doesn’t let her run away. A foreign feeling somewhere deep down is now in control.

So instead of leaving she draws herself closer to him. It doesn’t take long for him to react, in a few seconds his smirking lips are against her.

“…captain”.

There are no whys and buts…for now.