Sinful.
It was the only word to describe such moments, thoughts, dreams, touches...All of it, sinful. The devil swooped in, disguised in the one thing she couldn't resist and she kept coming back, temptation drawing her in with it's enticing offers.
Sinful.
In the beginning, it was only the looks that would pass between them. Blood covered hands, reaching out to each other, supporting, friendship and all of those innocent things that made her believe that staying here wasn't something wrong. Yet, how was she to know that it would develop...
Sinful.
No, she knew it all along.
Sinful.
A slight touch, that was all it took. He had passed by her and her eyes had widened, and her heart constricted, tightened, and she couldn't breath. She turned around and gazed at him, bright orange hair standing out from the crowd, a scowl so permanently resting on his face and he had turned and looked at her, eyebrow rising questioningly and she felt her insides twist, her heart beat race..
Sinful.
The rain fell. He was yelling at her, his eyes ablaze with furious anger. She screamed back, ever aware of the feelings in her heart. But he was screaming, telling her that she should always tell him if she was in trouble, that she was foolish and stupid. I can take care of myself, she had screeched. I don't need you..
Sinful.
And he had grabbed her, face coming so close that it was painful. And he had whispered, what if something had happened to you? What if something had happened to you..
Sinful.
And her breath was taken away by the emotion in those words and she knew he was surprised at himself and she could feel him moving away, but impulse had taken over her body and she could not stop, did not want to stop and she threw everything to the wind, her skin tingling, her heart screaming, her body afire. And she had grabbed him, pulled him close, and through the rain, placed her lips upon his.
Sinful.
She had started it. She knew it, she had started it. She had not expected, however, for him to react in such a way. He kissed back, ferociously, as if he had been awaiting it for a long...time. And she realized, yes, he had felt the same way, yes, when her heart raced, his did too and when she gasped, his breath was taken away as well and none of this was one sided, oh no.
Sinful.
And he had pushed her against the brick wall, soaked and drenched and crazy with lust and love and who knew what else. Bodies close together, deeper and deeper, not getting deep enough. Closer and closer, their mouths collided into each other, searching for something, anything...Desire coursing through both their veins, as hands ran through hair, down skin, flitting over wet clothing, setting afire a heat that was too much to handle, way too much.
They broke apart and stared at each other. Rukia whispered, " It's a sin."
Ichigo stared back. Then a growing smirk replaced the expression on his face and he growled, " Then I'm going to be sinful."
And once again, their mouths crashed against each other. So Sinful.
a/n: why is there a lack of bleach fanfictions? hmm..
