Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything.
Note: I think that the story would have more effect if 1, you imagine that there was a break directly after Ichimaru's "betrayal" and 2, you imagine that there is no Hinamori.
A Hundred Ways To Love
-simula
He sat, cross-legged on the floor, not bothering to put on an upper garment.
It was the third night that week that his lieutenant snuck inside his bedchamber. And somehow, somewhere in his gut, something told him that it was wrong.
It's not that he didn't like the sex; he loved it.
He's always loved the way she felt against his skin.
Nevermind that he was young. There were things in life that didn't actually have age restrictions provided that one was mature enough to comprehend the situation.
When he really thought about it, he ought to give her thanks for acknowledging the fact that he wasn't some random brat clothed in a captain's uniform. He should thank her for acting on an impulse that she saw him man enough to take on the deed.
Yes, he liked how that sounded. Man enough.
Of course, professional as he was, he gave her what she wanted. It was a way to keep her mentally stable, he thought during their first night together. Maybe it would make her focus more on her goals. Maybe it would make her forget things she didn't want to remember. Maybe it was her way of coping up.
Maybe, maybe, maybe.
He was thinking about her all the time that he failed to notice how involved he was getting.
It was too late when he realized.
He was in love.
Sighing, he opened the sliding doors and stepped out, both arms leaning on the hand rail for support.
He closed his eyes as he took in a deep breath, reveling in the cold, night breeze.
He looked back inside and paused a little.
She had always been so beautiful.
Maybe he'd watch her from this distance a little longer. After all, they were in the second floor. And, even though the lodging was located on the roadside, peeking would've been impossible for others. Not unless they were on the roof of the opposite house.
But hey, the overall situation has calmed down gradually so there really won't be a need to jump from rooftop to rooftop for faster transportation.
She smiled in her sleep and moaned a name that belonged to a certain silver-crowned traitor.
He felt his heart sink.
He tore his gaze away, turquoise orbs glued back to the stars.
Yes, she had always been beautiful.
Maybe if he could- -
He was cut short in thought when he felt a pair of slender arms snaking around his neck
"Taichou," she licked the sensitive spot just below his earlobe, "…won't you come inside with me?"
Hmm, that was sooner than expected, he thought as he closed his eyes again. Enjoying the warmth of her breasts against his back, he stood perfectly still. After a while, he finally spoke while turning to look at her properly.
"Yes. Let's go back inside."
"Taichou, wasn't that the tenth division's captain and his- -"
"- - it is none of our business what the tenth division officers do during their spare time, Renji."
"H-hai." The redhead threw a glance over his shoulder, worried.
Byakuya's lips formed a thin line.
For he knew that past the concrete walls, past the wooden sliding doors, Hitsugaya Toshirou was already drowning in strawberry blond and no one could save him but her.
-wakas?
