11-14-09 ► My second ByaRuki fanfic. Truth be told I haven't completely outlined the whole plot in my head but my muse is particularly insistent that I post this. So all these are apt to change, depending on mood, whims and noted reviews
11-19-09 update► Characterization and some elements in all 3 chaps were edited according to noted reviews, as promised. But not from around here, haha
Disclaimer: Bleach will forever belong to Tite Kubo. I claim no profit nor prestige from this genius. Darnit.
Chapter 1: Rapid Eye Movement
Rukia knows she is dreaming this.
The face is blurred, but his build…his hands…his chest, even his black hakama are clearly vivid.
Also, the kiss feels all too real; his all too hungry and hers, exceedingly wanton.
Can one blush in a dream? Rukia could not believe she can be this shamelessly sensual.
Then again, a soft unfettered sigh from her could only mean her eagerness despite her inexperience.
As her pleasure intensifies, she can feel him shudder as he mounted and breached her. His succeeding movements feverish and desperate, as he builds his momentum; burying his face on her shoulder…burying himself deep inside her, only to lift himself up and slam back with force unhindered.
She clawed at his back and her hand moved up to clutch at his hair. Several strands now hit her from above and the undeniable potent smell of sakura now wafted to her nose.
I know this smell from somewhere.
However, the thought is quickly quelled as both their moans now gradually become resonant as these would soon reverberate across the defined surreal expanse of her mind.
Just…who are you?
Rukia tried turning her head in order to look at him, but his identity now eluded her as she screamed her peak into his ears.