Because I just love these two. They are forever meant to be together. :')
He stepped inside the room, quietly closing the wooden door behind him. His feet shuffled towards his bed as he began to unclothe himself. As he pulled down his sleeve lightly, his view shifted to the sleeping person on the bed. Her body was covered by their heavy comforter but he could see the slow rhythm of the blanket rising and descending from her soft breathing. Hisana was a light sleeper, so he always made the effort to be extra quiet when she was sleeping.
Taking off his garb, he rested them on a chair near the window, his arm extending to grab his night robe, but he paused. Feeling the fabric of soft cotton, he released his hand and let go of the robe, walking back to his bed half naked. Slipping into their bed, he kissed his wife's cheek as she remained asleep.
"Mmm,"she moaned, when he nimbly brushed his lips against her cheek, setting her raven coloured hair aside to expose her naked neck. His arm snaked around her tiny waist, and she finally flinched to wake up.
"Byakuya-sama," she had turned to face him, and blushed when she realized she had fallen asleep without him. She always waited for him, even when he was in his office late at night.
He looked at her straight in her purple eyes and pressed his lips against her cold ones, swinging his body on top of her tiny one. He cupped her face as she lightly pressed his chest above her with her small hand. He continued to kiss her, his arms underneath her, pushing her body up to close the gap between them while she snaked her arms around his neck. She moaned at her neck lightly nipped by his teeth, and breathed heavily as his hand crept its way to her waist and to her chest.
"Hisana," the sounds of his muffles resonated through her ears; she grew tenser as his hands journeyed to areas he always avoided. In their few years of marriage, not once has he touched her sensitive areas. He's been close, but not enough. That's not to say he didn't see her attractive; Hisana's beauty was a gigantic reason for his love for her, not just her sweet personality.
That night was different.
It hurt him to hear her whimpers with each thrust he made, but he loved the feeling of her hand caressing his back to assure him she was okay, while he made love to her. He felt exhilaration when he felt his body slamming into her own tiny frame, his face buried deep within her locks of hair. She wanted to say something, probably that the blanket supposedly covering them was beginning to slip to the side, but she became too preoccupied to even whisper a word. Moreover, his groans made it much harder for her to think straight. She never heard her husband groan. Ever.
He woke up later than usual, leading to a short panic state. He immediately sat upright as the sky began to lighten their room. He blinked acouple of times, his naked torso bare and ripples of his blanket covered his bottom half. He rubbed his eyes for a bit and ran his fingers through his messy hair, detangling the knots that were once there from the previous night. His eyes darted towards his wife who appeared from their washroom, clinging on to her towel that covered her naked body. Another towel was wrapped around her hair into a turban but locks of her hair stuck out from the bottom of the cloth. She smiled sweetly at his tired face, and bent over to kiss his forehead.
"It's still early," she stroked his pale cheek as he yawned, the gentle feel of her fingers made him shiver. He nodded silently, and laid back down to sleep, holding his wife's hand as she stroked his hair.