A/N: A GinIzuru drabble, from Izuru's POV. It'll make more sense if you read through chapter 323 of the manga.

Rating: T.

Pairing: GinIzuru.

You say it's too late for modesty. I shiver in your arms, goosebumps on my skin.

You know that I'd do anything for you, that my loyalty knows no bounds. It is my duty as lieutenant to follow your command.

And it is your duty, it seems, to take advantage of this.

We're in your office, and I'm on the floor, and I really wish we were somewhere more private. I can't help but keep imagining someone walking in on us. I think I might die from shame if that happens. But secretly, I'd sort of like someone to see. To see that you've chosen me. To know that I'm good enough.

But truthfully I'm scared, because I'm vulnerable and naked, and I don't want you to see me like this.

You're naked too, but the white glow of your skin and the subtle movements of your muscles as you adjust yourself on top of me just make you appear more powerful.

I should envy that, despise it, but instead I find myself bursting with pride that you are so magnificent and wonderful.

I've hardly ever seen you open your eyes more than slits, and I wonder about that sometimes. It's like that smile that's always on your face. No one can tell what you're thinking. Not even me, your most trusted, your second in command.

Now though, your eyes are open. They truly are beautiful. A deep yellow, almost gold, like the sun. You should open them more often.

They flicker as you take in every inch of my exposed skin, like a thousand unwanted witnesses. Their hue reminds me of marigolds, the flower of the Third Division. The flower of despair. I know that war is not heroic or exhilarating. It is dreadful. It is full of sorrow and gloom. The Seretei takes a toll on you. I can tell you've been feeling stressed lately.

I may not understand you, but I see things in your eyes no one else ever has. I see marigolds, and war, and sometimes even fear.

I don't want you to enter me, but I am privileged, no honored, that you have deemed me worthy enough to gratify yourself with.

And although you may leave, your witnesses will always haunt me.