DISCLAIMER: I do not own Bleach.

Eh...Something random...I read chapter four of "Red Death" by Sweet Sacrifice. There was like an Aizen/Rukia moment there for me, and well here you go. I typed this out in 6:55 PM (with reading a super long chapter) to , yet I feel so tired.

You can tell that I am absolutely addicted and obsessed (maximum level) to CRACK, thanks to yume girl 91. No, you didn't ruin my past fandom and imagination, but you IMPROVED it! I thank you with all my author love!!! :P

Edited version.

Ice Gasp

Your touches...intimate, violent or eerie...they give me pleasure and worth.

~Intimacy and Purity (Rukia to Aizen)

"Good evening, Rukia-Chan," You greet, your kind smile sending an eerie vibe to the empty room. Albeit you were like that, I loved every antic of you.

"Likewise, Aizen-sama," I nod and bow slightly, knowing that both of us are nobles. You get out of the throne you sat seconds ago, and appear in front of me. You extend your hand.

A handshake. I take it and shake briefly. "I am pleased to be at your presence," With further, deeper emotion, I feel the warmth of your hand. It was a simple handshake, enough to almost make me lose my composure. It was because of your kind touch, to graze your large hand to my tiny one - it was likely the most amazing thing.

"You look very beautiful tonight," Your hand lingers on mine, your soft caresses massaging my veins. "Not that you don't look beautiful every night and day, but you look more elegant." You lift my hand, placing a soft kiss with your welcoming lips.

I was lucky that no one was here but you and me.

"As for you, Aizen-sama," I grasp your hand slowly, pulling you closer. Heat rise to my cheeks, "...You look enchantingly handsome...your vibe is kind and soft, comforting me..." I look into your eyes, admitting my feelings. My hand slowly reaches up to your face, tenderly touching it, enjoying every minute of your presence.

"Is that so?" You intertwine your hand with mine touching your handsome face, showing appreciation that you, too, love my touches. You inch your face closer to mine, your hot breath tickling my lips. "Then...I must ask...what would you do, Princess Kuchiki," You paused, licking my upper lip. I gasped in response and bring my hands up to your broad chest.

"...What would you do if I gave you...more...of the comfort you feel?" You ask, staring hungrily at my petite body.

"...I wouldn't hesitate to-" I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. You close the distance left between us by pressing your hungry lips on to mine. You lick my upper lip twice, asking for immediate permission to enter my craving mouth.

I gasp, and you immediately thrust your tongue into my waiting mouth. Our tongues battle for dominance, and as expected from the Prince, you won.

I lick my lips, tasting your sweat. "I am sorry, Princess Kuchiki, I..." You let go.

I place a sweet, short kiss on you. "There is no need. I...kind of enjoyed the ride," I smile, you blush. Your arms snake around my waist, my hands ruffle your coffee brown hair.

"You stare at me with so much lust," I say, absentmindedly laying my fingers on your lips. "No," You say, tracing down my neck. You place several butterfly kisses, making my pulse beat harder.

"It is not lust, but..." I gasp as you return to my cherry lips. "...Intimacy." Your voice makes me tremble, your breath makes me hot, your...your kisses...they call desperately for the lust building up in me.

We separated, our foreheads touching, gulping mouthfuls of air.

I wish that I never gasped. I wanted to save my night for you later.

Uh...R&R? =3