Disclaimer: Byakuya, Hisana and all other characters from Bleach belong to "Tite" Kubo and the other various entities involved with the production of the manga and anime. I do not profit from this piece, nor is any copyright infringement intended by it.
A/N: I would like to thank the band, Halestorm, for making the song, "I Get Off," as this helped kick some bunnies in the ass.
She knew he was watching.
He was out there somewhere, on one of those rooftops again, hidden amidst the shadows of the night. She could feel his eyes, dark and chilling in their intensity, boring holes through the darkness and into the depths of her very soul.
A proper woman would have closed the window at the mere thought of a man spying on her. She would have screamed for help. Hisana did neither. Instead, her fingers moved lower, slowly untying the sash at her waist, letting the robes fall open. One by one, she let each of the layers slip from her shoulders, slender fingertips deliberately skirting across bare skin as she undressed. Violet eyes fell shut as she pictured his lean torso hovering over her, littering her body with kisses and love bites as they moved against each other.
Her hands slid lower still.
A proper man would not have been there at all; particularly one of Byakuya's standing. He had no business in Inuzuri. He certainly had no business watching this woman undress, staring at her through the open window like some sort of deviant. Yet, he could not stop himself. Instead, his fingers moved lower as well; his breath heavy as he imagined it was her smooth, pale skin he was touching, rather than his own.
There they were, separate, and yet nearly drowning in their mutual impropriety.
The need far outweighed the need for secrecy, the need for anonymity. Gone was the fear of being caught; the prospect now only serving to entice them further. They put far less effort than they once had into stifling the breathy moans and sighs of pleasure; into not calling the name of the other as they reached the heights of passion. It was only a matter of time before he would be unable to deny the urge to close the distance between them, and finally take her as his own.
But for tonight, watching her would do.