A/N: Decided to set myself up with another challenge. 120 themes, 12 couples, 10 themes each. Not sure how it's going to handle out but seems like it's with a pretty good start. If you're curious about which couples I'm going to choose I have them listed on my profile. One of the couples got deleted and then replaced with another who isn't listed, so that one might be a bit of a surprise. Either way, it's just a new technique and style I wanted to try out.

Blink

It was difficult for one to take his eyes off her when she walked by. She was anything and everything a man could see in a woman and in such a place like this… she seemed to possess the only sense of peace.

All it took was for one second of eye contact and he felt as though he had sold himself to her.

Wedding

It was silly to think that this kind of 'romance' could really go anywhere and yet… she found herself oddly attracted to the idea of being only one with him. Not just in an odd kind of physical sense but something that went beyond just mental and emotional capability. There was something more she wanted out of this but it seemed so far out of reach. Still though, she didn't allow it to burden her; she was easily content with listening to him breathing as he laid out next to her. All of this… it just seemed like one big…

Fantasy

That was it. It was just some kind of fantasy between them. Who were they kidding? In this kind of environment and with the depth of their given situation… they were made to be killed; like lambs brought to the slaughter. And yet, he promised that he would never let anything or anyone hurt her. Should it lead to his own death, he would rather die knowing he did something than allow for someone else to lay a finger on her.

Maybe it was a fantasy or maybe this was real.

Lock and Key

"Here, I want you to have this."

He chuckled lightly as he took the brass key she pushed into his hand; his arms already pulling her into his chest as he whispered. "Lady Harribel… I already have a key to your bedroom."

She seemed to follow his humoristic approach and tucked her arms beneath his own. "And how do you know that key will lead into my bedroom, Starrk? Maybe it leads… to a better place."

Heart

"Do you think it matters?"

She rolled over from where she had previously been stretched out among the sheets; resting her head on the curve of her bicep as she looked towards the half-dozing man. His bronze skin still showed signs of sweat as their activities had yet to leave him and instead it seemed to flush beneath his flesh- still flowing freely through his body.

"No."

Poison

Just looking at her seemed to send a hot flash through his body and blurred the clear thoughts in his mind; it was like looking into the eyes of a predator, but instead of one that wished to do harm… she only wanted to seduce him. It was much easier if he avoided eye contact with her during those rare yet special meetings. The last time he allowed himself to catch her eyes… he had to leave the meeting early.

She was like venom that brought his defense to the point of weakness; down to the level that left him completely vulnerable to her will.

Not that he was going to complain about it.

Fire

He lit a fire inside of her whenever he spoke; she enjoyed hearing the huskiness in his voice and the tone of exhaustion that never left him. It made him seem as though he was vulnerable to her at any time, any day. It gave her the sense of control and power she was almost willing to extract over the Primera Espada.

He seemed to enjoy trying to battle that fire, almost as much as he enjoyed losing to it.

Fate

"Do you believe in a pre-determined existence?"

For a man who spent most of his day sleeping, he enjoyed asking her the strangest questions.

"Like a destiny kind of thing?"

He nodded to her question and watched as those priceless eyes of hers looked up to the darkened skies above them.

"Maybe it was fate or luck that made me fall in love with you. And if that wasn't a part of our pre-determined existences, then we can change it or we can end it with this."

Stitch

He had never felt so much anger before; he had never imagined himself lashing out in the way that he did but… he supposed it was never too late to learn new tricks.

While she was never one for conflict or out-lashed combat, she wasn't going to argue what he had done for her. In fact, she was almost flattered by his quick defense; she could easily defend herself but… sometimes she wondered what it would be like to be defended instead.

He seemed satisfied by it; she was intrigued and attracted to the new found aggression.

She was certain Grimmjow was not going to make that same mistake again.

Garden

This was the desert that lacked both sun and heat… and yet, somewhere in the far reaches of the canyon, there was the rare sighting of a small bushel of flowers. It wasn't technically a garden but she enjoyed watching the flowers bloom in the bleak environment; spreading their white petals out in some sense of serenity in this Godforsaken place.

When the call of war shortened her free time and left her constantly bound to the indoors of Los Noches, he brought that small garden to her. And in the room she kept them, they helped introduce those pitiful flowers to their first wave of heat.