Hello! It's me again uploading another story. I just want to thank everyone who has read and reviewed my IchiRuki oneshot 'The Doctor is In'. The responses were overwhelming! I have never imagined that the story would get a lot of hits and faves. So again, thank you, thank you! Now on with the story! :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
Chapter I
All she could do was cringe.
His hands felt like electricity as they traveled along the length of her body. Those hands, big and smooth and sleek were as soft as silk. Certainly not fitted for a man, but oh they were just right for an ethereal beauty like him.
She looked up and forced herself not to utter a gasp as his hazy gray eyes clouded with apparent lust overwhelmed her senses. His scent was so manly and pure, invading every nerve endings in her system and igniting a kind of erotic fire she had never felt before. Shuddering, she clasped her hands around his shoulders and took in a deep breath. "I-I can't, Byakuya-sama," she whispered warily, sounding defeated.
The man who was busily pampering her neck with passionate kisses momentarily halted as his gray orbs lifted to meet hers. His hand slid down her lower back, massaging the tender spot where her spine met her hips. "You're so beautiful, Hisana," he muttered appreciatively, while his other hand gently enclosed a heaving breast, "so beautiful like the moon…" he had intended it to be a mere whisper, that which could be carried along with the wind, but the woman beneath him still heard it.
Despite the thudding of her heart and the ringing in her ears, she managed to reply, "T-Thank you." And despite her recent protest, her back arched gracefully to meet his endearing caresses. She closed her eyes and silently prayed this wasn't just a made-up dream; that everything would not crumble to measly reality once her tightly shut eyelids slid open. But when she felt his teeth bit her clavicle enough to illicit a jerk response, her eyes shot open—her inner self whispered: no, everything was real.
The smooth hands were real.
The hazy gray eyes were real.
And the man before her was also real.
"B-Byakuya-sama…" The flavor of his name tasted bitter on her tongue—like bittersweet chocolate. It was a forbidden name, and he was also a forbidden fruit she had no privilege to taste. He was sacred; a being not suited with the likes of her. Furthermore, he was a married man and she did not have any right to touch or caress him the way she was clinging to him now. With these thoughts eating away her conscience, she jolted and scampered away from his touch as if it burned. The stinging sensation left her with scalded emotional blisters.
"Hisana…"
That name. That blasted name. She wished he'd stop calling her that way. It hurt that she knew it wasn't her he was fantasizing about while his hands continuously did wonders on her body. And it hurt even more because she was aware she was only pretending. Gulping down the lump in her throat, she sat meticulously, holding the sheer fabric of the blanket against her almost naked form to cover her modesty.
"What's wrong, Hisana?" Byakuya asked worriedly, his arms reaching out to touch her. She flinched away from the contact and bowed her head in shame. She wanted to sob and spill everything out, but she was afraid he'd hate her forever once she did. All she wanted was to stay beside him and be the best wife he could be proud of.
"I-I…" Too tempted to confess, too tempted to admit she was a fraud.
"Hisana, please tell me what's wrong... You look troubled."
Troubled was an understatement. Every cell in her body was going haywire and every compartment in her brain was in chaos. Her muscles wouldn't move an inch and the appendages inside her mouth were all silently screaming at her. Begging, begging for her one sole sin to be exposed out. She trembled like a leaf under the roof of the storm, hugging herself for comfort. And once he reached out again to comfort her, she immediately shot up and ran from the room toward the balcony.
Outside, the cool breeze of the night air calmed her hypersensitive senses. But it wasn't enough to soothe her heartaches… and burning needs. She did not dare look back nor glance at him, for she was sure she'd succumb to her desires again once his gaze beheld hers.
Why couldn't she have enough strength to confess the truth?
Why couldn't she say she wasn't his wife Hisana?
And her name… oh her name! It was…
… Rukia.
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