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The following is written in 2nd person
You don't smile anymore. You hate it too, she took it all away from you. That's what you think. You think that when she left she took your happiness with her and that's why your crouching outside her window. She's in there, not asleep yet, you're sure she isn't. You can hear her breathing from your perch. The crushing familiarity makes your heart lurch against your ribcage. You could enter now and say hello. As visions of late night debouchary flicker through your mind there is movement beyond her window. You readjust yourself making the metal tied to the ends of your hair clank together and you silently curse yourself. The shadow moves behind the window and you feel the sudden burst of energy that marks Shunpo.
"Hello Little Bee."
You felt her there before you turned around and when you did your breath caught even though you know what you'd find.
She was standing there as if by magic though you know its just that skill for which she is called goddess. She's smiling that Cheshire Cat grin, wrapped barely in a white sheet that reveals her curves and lets your imagination run wild. God, you love those curves. The caramel color of her skin and her moonlight eyes. She is taunting you and you know it, you know how her skin will feel through the sheet, you remember it exactly.
"Hello Yoruichi-sama."
Your lungs scream for oxygen and composed you take a redeeming breath, when was it that you stopped breathing?
"Did you stop by to check up on me?" Honey smothers her words, dripping with hinted sarcasm and pure suggestive nature. You've been caught in the act and now you have a need, something gnawing on you. A fire. You take a step foreward, this fire, your unable to contain, its reflected in her eyes. She's taunting you, but it doesn't matter, you'll give into her.
The step is a signal and she embraces you, wraps her arms around you, makes you whole again. Her skin feels exactly right under your fingertips and her wamth is there and her hair the color of some far-off flower. Everywhere she touches you she burns your skin and you love it. The night progresses and in the morning you'll wake up before her and try to sneak away, wishing, hoping, dreaming about the dayyou won't have to. You'll try to get dressed quietly but she'll catch you, she always catches you. Maybe the process of the night will be repeated, you hope it is. Or maybe she'll just lay there, her mischevious grin your good-bye, propped up on her elbow. The Cheshire Cat. She doesn't worry about you. You'll need again, need to be whole, need her. When your need becomes too great you'll return to her. Like some twisted Alice in Wonderland, you'll follow the Cheshire Cat. Down the Rabbit Hole.
K.S