Bleach Story

Those hands.

Those fingers.

Those eyes, full of ambition and desire. My body began shaking with anticipation; screaming for fulfillment.

Only he could satisfy me.

Only he could make me feel loved.

But…

His eyes passed over me. As if lost in deep thought. He casually rose out of his seat and ambled towards the dark marble staircase. I wanted to scream. Call out to him to stay. Yet, I knew I shouldn't't.

'Aizen-sama!'

He wheeled round to face me; a little startled that I actually spoke, let alone shouted.

'What is it?' he whispered mockingly.

'Um…I…I'

'What troubles you?' he inquired. This time in a concerned tone.

I continued to stutter and fidget anxiously under his gaze.

'Relax' he said soothingly. In spite of this, my knees began to shake violently. The room began to spin and his voice became distant and distorted.

What seemed like seconds later. I awoke to find myself lying in my bed: feverish, sweating and very embarrassed.

Suddenly a hand touched my forehead, making me jump out my skin.

'My apologies'

Aizen was standing over me-his hand still resting on my forehead.

Without warning, his fingers began to caress my forehead. My heart began to race as arousing thoughts flickered through my mind.

I began to shift underneath the sheets, becoming more stimulated by the second.

Eagerness coursed through my entire body.

I wanted to be close to him. I wanted to feel his dominating presence reigning above me.

I groaned, signaling him to quicken his pace.

At that moment he stopped and whispered seductively

'Be patient'

I grinned and thought of the famous saying that 'good things come to those who wait'

To be continued