Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, or any of the Bleach characters used in this fic. They all belong to Tite Kubo: the genius behind the captivating manga that started it all. I only own any of my original characters that I choose to include, as well as any of my own original plot ideas.
Savior
It was foreign, this feeling that seemed to drown her. She felt far more empowered and capable than before, a strength that one might find within some feverish delirium. But it was real, and it was in her hands, fingers sliding gently over warm skin, heated breath against her shoulder. Sweat stuck to her hands, pained and shallow breaths rocking her. It would be a miracle if this went unseen, if this affair lasted, given the way things had been voiced at such a volume.
This hadn't been a quiet night in the slightest, and she had little reason to believe that that would change.
It was like a venom, being in control like this, bending him to her wishes. He was one who sought power, claimed it as his own, and butchered those who stood in the way. But he'd relented to her, allowing himself to be sucked into the hazy vortex that was her ploy. Had she been with anyone else, Retsu doubted she would have thought, even dreamed, of playing such games. But he had irrevocably corrupted her, and it was coming back as his curse.
Despite the straits they were in, tangled and fighting for breath and dominance, there was a dull flame present, lingering in his darkened eyes. It seemed to burn brighter with every move she made, overflowing with the conflicting views of pain and pleasure. A twisted streak if she'd ever seen one. But it was different, operating with such an opposing personality. Regardless of any impulse he may have possessed, anything that demanded he break her, there was no force. She was free to do as she pleased during these sessions, and that, she supposed, was why she kept coming back.
For so long, she'd feared this change, the one that she believed would reverse her role as the caretaker she was. But the way things had turned out was the opposite of what she'd anticipated. Retsu wasn't falling into that dark abyss, let alone being dragged down. If anything, she was lifting him up, ushering away that shadow that seemed to have possessed him.
Most nights, she'd have to deal with the unpleasant chill that touched her skin as she was pressed to the floor. Once he set himself on another godawful project, it was nearly impossible to drag him away.
But this night was one of the more comfortable ones, her body warm beneath the sheets, his arm around her. She'd won this round, easily leading him away. Of course, the clincher had probably been her lack of clothing beneath the robe she'd shown up in. He was a sucker for easy access.
Her eyes moved to where he lay, pulling him as close as possible, careful not to disturb the peaceful breaths that now escaped him. While she had been distracted by thought, he'd drifted off, probably bored of waiting.
It was sweet, this silence, and it made her feel as though she'd done something right.
Maybe she could save him after all.