His hands were gentle at first, running slowly down her concave belly. Sliding along the smooth fabric of the pink nightgown, trailing down to her trembling knees. From the darkness in her room, she discerned his tall lithe shape above her. His shadow was cast on the opposite wall but from the touch she knew it to be no illusion. Playfully he lifted her gown allowing the cool air to kiss her heated thighs. His finger slipped lightly against the tiny cleft covered by the black panties, pushing in, fondling the sides. Her heart pounded.

Slow, teasingly he stroked her panty line, easing the black silk down. His hand slipped in, caressing the black curls, fingering the moist insides, wet sounds escaped her throat. Her fists were at her sides on the soft sheets, her violet eyes rolled back beneath the lids as his finger went in. She writhed in mounting ecstasy, as more entered her, deeper, pumping her, lustful moans issued from her slick lips. She felt the bed sink down as he went lower, his fingers pulled out and then his mouth sucked. His tongue laved the firm sensitive flesh, licking the salty fluids that gushed out. Her breaths grew ragged with suppressed passion.

Her hands crept up to her breasts where they massaged the distended brown nipples; his hands went beneath her butt lifting her up. His mouth continued its work, kissing her vagina tenderly then ramming his tongue into her, her vision went white.

Her body, her mind all possessed by only the one thought of releasing herself. She climaxed and let the hot liquid flow into his mouth. Him…her lover. Her dream lover…

~~~*~~~

With a start Rukia woke up. The alarm clock on the tiny nightstand rang shrilly in her ear. Her eyes flickered over to it confirming the time. 9:00 am, perfect she would be late again. Her hand lifted from the blankets to lie across her bare bosom, her nipples hard in the morning air fluttering the curtain. Her pink nightgown was draped neatly beside her on the rumpled sheets. Where her panties were she had no idea…

She sat up, arching her back as she stretched the kinks from her shoulders. Moistness to the sheets gave testimony to the night's visit. Her mind went lazily over it; her fingers absently stroked the bruised area of her middle and then traced the outline of her opening curious at the faint soreness.

When had they started? These liaisons with him…one night he'd crept in her window while the bed lamp was still on and she'd caught a glimpse of his definite masculinity. Black hair somewhat long, without wave hung to his shoulders. Gray eyes of flint had stared into hers; his body was lean and thin, firm in all the right places. His hands were fine and beautiful they'd caressed her long enough so that she knew their every inch.

His voice baritone, rumbling yet lacking some of the sensuous depth that other men she knew possessed. Mr. Schiffer the department head for instance had a soothing melodic tenor that simply gave her chills just hearing him speak though often or not he was making some scathing remark and glaring with his equally gorgeous green eyes.

Her eyes closed remembering her boss's careful enunciation and sleek grace; she knew better than to study him when at work. It was only after someone else had made a mistake and he was nearby correcting it that she allowed herself to look at him. Alone she thought of him…and it was in this loneliness that he had first begun coming around.

Byakuya, he'd given his name as once when she had asked.

Rukia sighed and slipped out of bed. Her hand went out and grabbed the silk bathrobe from the stand. Sliding the cool fabric over her nude body, she went into the bathroom to prepare for another long and boring…oh so average day. On top of the wicker hamper in the corner near the shower, were her black panties.

~~~To be continued~~~

A/N: don't own Bleach we all know that. Heh I really don't need another fic going but eh…I was just in the mood for something smutty. Giggles…review if thou so chose.