Asunder
Chapter 1 Tell me, we both matter, don't we?
06:47am Monday January 26 2015
Karakura Town
The way his hand delicately traced my cheek as he kissed me goodbye will forever be burned into my brain – I know I'll never forget him.
I gently broke our sweet kiss, placing my hands against his chest, absently running them over the softness of his cotton business shirt. His hands automatically bring me closer into his personal space, before resting on my waist.
'I need to leave,' I simply state, not having the courage to look him in the eye, my focus remaining on my hands against his chest, feeling his heart's strong beat.
'You know that you may stay,' are his careful words. One of my hands moves to the violet silk tie, deliberately tracing patterns over its smoothness with my fingertips, basking in the exquisiteness of the fabric. I still can't meet his gaze, for I know that it will be at least another long and lonely month until we are able to meet again. I can't even help the tears pooling in the corners of my eyes, so desperate to trail down my cheeks at the very thought of him leaving; again.
I feel his strong hands move from my waist to settle on my hips, lightly squeezing my flesh, before making their way between my grey pencil skirt's waistband. His fingers find their path between the fabric of my skirt and my boy-leg underwear. Inwardly I sigh to myself, I knew I should have put my royal blue blouse on before I approached him.
The patterns he is tracing so wonderfully on my skin ignite yet another fire from within. Will this ever stop? I have never been able to control my body's reaction to his touch, not once. We've been playing this game in secret for many months too long…
'Ngh,' an embarrassing yet thankfully small moan escapes my lips as his hands move further down, his deliciously warm hands kneading the firm flesh of my backside with obvious determination… So lost am I in his ministrations that I do not hear whatever clever words have spilled from his mouth.
All of a sudden he bunches my skirt up to my hips and lifts me to him, manipulating my body with such authority. He expertly guides my legs around his waist, ensuring that my ankles are locked securely against his back. He ever so elegantly walks us back to the bed, depositing me against the high thread count sheets, never once letting up with his firm hold on my body. My arms quite wantonly land above my head, my fingers curling desperately with anticipation of what is to come against those luxurious sheets.
'You'll be late for your trip to Yokohama if you do not leave here soon,' I manage to breathe out as he grinds himself into me, his hot mouth kissing, suckling and nipping the tender flesh between my neck and collarbone.
He ignores my warning, instead moving his lips further down to my breast bone in a rapid torrent of kisses. A barely audible groan escapes his lips, the sound vibrating against my chest. I can feel his hardness against my inner thigh. I can't help but giggle quietly to myself – as much as he lives and breathes control, I know exactly what he is like when he comes undone.
I squirm against him as his hands move from my waist around to my back. He takes his time to feel my skin. He reaches his destination and unhooks my flesh-toned t-shirt bra. Sexy, it is not. His hands move so delicately yet purposely from the middle of my back, one lightly caressing the left side of my rib cage, the other moving up my spine to tangle in my long auburn tresses. The hand tangled in my hair pulls sharply. I can't help but scream just a little. It's bliss.
I move my own hands from their place against the sheets above my head to the hard planes of his back. His luscious, long dark locks feel wonderful against my hot skin as his lips move to my left nipple, teeth deliberately nicking the areola. My body quickly contracts with the sensation of his teeth against my skin, my utter delight verbally expressed with a low, 'Nrgh.'
Damn him, my dark Lord knows I like it a little on the forceful and rough side. Who am I trying to kid, he knows how to play my body and my mind as though he is the world's most renowned and highly sought after Maestro. I thread my fingers through the softness of his hair, simultaneously exploring the feel of every dark lock between my fingertips and bringing his head closer to my breast. I need him closer.
As his mouth is occupied with alternating between nipping, laving, then suckling my left breast, his left hand move to capture and caress my right. He rolls my right nipple a little roughly between his forefinger and thumb. My desire for him so intense I try to bring his groin closer to mine by pushing my hips towards his. I need to feel him inside me - this fire has been lit.
My darling dark Lord abruptly halts his attentions from my breasts and sits up enticingly on his knees, his hands move straight to his silk tie – which so beautifully matches his eyes – loosening it with one hand from its well-practiced knot. His fingers then skilfully move to the buttons of his crisp light blue business shirt, unfastening those buttons in an unhurried and deliberate fashion.
The corners of his mouth turn up slightly in what I know is a rather rare smug smile, meant only for me. He is putting on a show, just for me, and I love it. One hand moves up to his dark black locks as the last button is unfastened, removing his noble-of-birth hair ornaments with such reverence and care. He pushes himself up from his position on the bed and walks over to the dark oak dresser, placing the heirlooms on their plush velvet bed.
As his back is turned towards me, his shirt falls slowly off his shoulders and onto the floor, all that remains of his clothes are his black slim-legged suit pants slung low on his hips. The muscles of his well-toned back are quite spectacular, indeed. I can't help but lick my lips from my position on the bed, the desire to have him skin to skin just about driving me out of my mind.
So much for his early departure to Yokohama… We both know that neither of us will be going anywhere for some time.
Author's Note:
Just a new little something that I am working on.
This is an AU slightly OOC story focusing on Inoue Orihime and Kuchiki Byakuya.
