Yoruichi hated it when Byakuya called her "sensei." There were times when she didn't mind- like if he had a question.
But other times she hated it- like when they were wrapped in an embrace with his face buried in her neck.
It made her feel old- like a cradle robber.
She couldn't stand it- there were times she wanted to scream.
He always apologized- but shouldn't she be the one to apologize?
But he would always say it again- she supposed that meant that she was still his teacher in his eyes.
His hands would slide around her waist- how she managed to keep her figure while eating so much was beyond him.
Her hand would slide down his bare chest- she could feel his muscles tense.
His breath would be hot against the skin of her neck- she would tremble, anticipating the moment he would kiss her.
Her nails would dig into his back- he never flinched.
In their moment of passion, she would moan his name- he loved the way she said it.
He would whisper her name- but he would always call her sensei.
She would pull away- he would always try to get her to stay.
The magic had been lost- had they even had magic to begin with?
She would dress hastily and slip out- he was left with empty arms.
A while later, they would try again- the result was always the same.
Yoruichi hated it when Byakuya called her "sensei." She always felt guilty- if they ever hoped to have a future together, he would have to stop.
Maybe someday the guilt would fade and she would be able to look him in the eye and smile when he called her sensei- but for now, they could only enjoy stolen moments of pleasure.