She is everything he strives for.

She holds him in the palm of her hand, quite literally, taunting him. Tracing her pink lips across his neck.

She has power.

Even now she rises above him and takes him. The smooth muscles of her legs spreading and opening to something more.

Since he was a child he admired her. A young boy of ten looking after the beautiful high school student, nothing more than a street urchin looking after royalty. He takes a breath in. Even now she is something more.

She has intelligence.

She knows that as much as he denies it he likes when she is looking down at him. Not figuratively, literally. He feels an ache deep inside of him as the compassion and kindness rings true and constant in her eyes, yet she is above him. Her breasts lightly touch his face as she moves against him.

He remembers where she lived. Everyday he would watch her as she passed the park he spent most of his time at. And if she ever saw him tease another child, which he often did, she would scold him. He hated that she looked down on him then.

He hated that look in her damn eyes. Like she was something special.

But she was something special.

"Neliel," he breathes as she continues her rampage on him. Her arms are placed steadily on the couch behind him, his hands are gripping her waist. That is the only form of control he holds right now.

She has everything.

He remembers being sixteen and she- she was now a teacher in training. Just like in the park she would scold him for his delinquincy. When he skipped school she went to the park and found him. If he wasn't there, it didn't matter, she would always find him.

'Stop following me you bitch!' But she never did. She never stopped looking down on him.

He can't help getting harder when she moans and writhes against him.

She never stopped until he graduated, just barely, and decided to work. She came to him then, and she told him she was proud. He kissed her roughly and expected her to slap him. She didn't. She just scolded him again. But then her look was different...it was kind.

'You need practice, Nnoitra,' she whispered huskily. And then she had kissed him. Like everything else, she was better than he was.

She really did have absolutely everything.

He can't help but trace her toned body as she rides him. That damn woman- she was too irresistible and she always got what she wanted. But it was his cock making her feel good. It was him she was crying out for. That's what made it even better, he couldn't resist her.

He had been absolutely nothing- nothing with the idea that he was the best around. And oddly that was one of the reasons she loved him.

He always comes inside. She secretly enjoys it, he knows, but she always scolds him for it. But this time she is too caught up in ecstasy, she's enjoying it too much. The look in her eyes is still nothing like they were before. Now they are full of something painfully pleasant to Nnoitra.

"I love you," she yells out as her toes curl and her body presses against him. He pauses.

She even has his heart.

"Yeah...love you too," he grunts out.