Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach,or any of the characters used in this fic. They all belong to Tite Kubo. I only own any of my original characters that I choose to include, as well as any of my own original plot ideas.
Everything's On Fire
A/N: Lemon.
It's like a drug, her fingers burning against his skin. their lips meet, and there is no breath, only smoke from the smolder. There is nothing else in this desert, only sand and stone, the sun beating down hard into the earch. And what's to stop it in a place where relief, pity, has no meaning?
It will never stop. Everything's on fire.
If there were a window, the calm half of the world would be looking into the haze of gray, wondering what lay beyond, from where the smoke had come and why. But from the inside, everything burns. The walls crumble, cinders burst, and there is no quelling the flame. It consumes their world, petulant.
The pleas should be empty, but they soar and give way to what this all is, what it should be. Devoid of remorse or empathy, leaving scarring marks along the white trail. To just feel, for these moments, something that ought not exist, opposes everything. The drive behind this isn't methodical, scientific, at all. It's carnal.
But he knows he'll do it again. Everything's on fire.
Her hands do so much. Twist and pull at his hair, leave their gentle shock across his jaw, trace the curves and dips of his ribs and spine, all while she fights to drain his lungs. But they're pleasures that shouldn't have a voice. They'll live silently in the dark.
They shouldn't be touching, shouldn't even be breathing the same blasted aid. What is shouldn't be, and what should be isn't. Her time would be better spent in holier endeavors, not engaging herself in the crap that he'd falsely labeled as a "social experiment."
There's no going back. Everything's on fire.
