100situations Prompt 85 – Sink
Title: The Kitchen Sink
Fandom: Bleach
Table: Four
Prompt: 85 - Sink
Disclaimer: Bleach and all characters belong to Kubo Tite, not me.
A/N: Byakuya x Rukia is the love. Enjoy!
The kitchen is empty.
It smells faintly of fresh chopped herbs, a nice comforting smell that Rukia loves. She sneaks in through the side door, the door that servants usually enter through.
The door silently shuts behind her, and Rukia slides to sit on the cool wooden table. A breeze cools her skin, filtering into the kitchen from a half-open window.
Rukia comes to the kitchen to find some peace, she tells herself. She didn't come to the kitchen to avoid a certain noble head of the house. No, she wouldn't do that.
Or would she?
Rukia sighs, tired of contradicting herself. So perhaps she did come to the kitchen, the least place where Byakuya would search for her. Her mind says that she wants to get away from his steel-grey stare, and his long fingers that dance like fire over her skin.
Her body yearns for more.
Rukia steps down from her position on the table, sock-clad feet padding lightly on the tiled kitchen floor. Her fingers lightly pluck an apple from the basket sitting on the table, caressing the smooth, shining skin.
She turns on the water, the pouring sound of the water soothing her mind. Her hands unconsciously rinse the apple, rubbing over the skin, but her mind is preoccupied.
She finds it hard to breathe when she catches sight of his regal form approaching her from down the hallway, or meeting her in the garden, under a sakura tree.
She finds that it is impossible to think or speak when his lips connect with hers, a rough hand for someone raised so noble threading through her hair as he cradles her head, another hand delicately tracing her jaw line, tilting her head up to meet his.
She finds that her arms and her body move unconsciously, on instinct, whenever she is pressed against his warm body, his secure arms surrounding her small figure. She finds that she wants to do nothing more than lie there forever, breathing the scent that is Byakuya, knowing that he is there and she will be safe.
Rukia doesn't hear the side door swing open, or the soft steps that accompany it. It is only when she is swept into those arms that she had just been thinking about when she gasps, her eyes widening at the sudden contact of unbelievably soft lips on her own.
Byakuya backs her up against the sink, a rare smile that only Rukia has seen glittering in his usually hard-set eyes.
"I found you," he murmurs, his breath brushing over her lips, his face impossibly close, and his hair falling to brush against her shoulder.
The apple drops to the floor, still wet and glistening with water, and rolls under the kitchen table, momentarily forgotten.
The water still runs, rushing and cascading down the drain as Byakuya tenderly brushes the hair out of Rukia's eyes, one single finger gently outlining all of the features of Rukia's face.
"Byakuya," she breathes, wanting more, needing more. She needs to feel the rush that only his kisses can bring; she needs to feel the closeness of his body pressed to hers.
Byakuya's arm twines around her waist, the other arm snaking behind her body to shut off the running water.
The silence suddenly fills the kitchen, broken only by the rustling of feet against the floor, and the rush of wind when the door is opened.
"Let's go," Byakuya whispers huskily into Rukia's ear.
Rukia nods in agreement, and the kitchen door swings shut behind them.
One last drop of water splashes into the sink and spirals down the drain.
-fin-
A/N: Reviews are appreciated, flames will be used to roast marshmallows.
