Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. I make no profit.
Theme: sexuality -lol i actually don't know.
Warning: M. OOC.
nymph and satyr
appleschan
+8 hours.
It isn't. He isn't. The heated palm clutching her neck –forcing her on her place against the glass wall- isn't gentle and definitely not the covetous bites along the line of her neck, and even the tongue that slides against her skin, hurried yet teasing, making her arch against the glass wall.
Her hand touches the planes of his bare chest, pushing him off her, off the glass -to the bed. But he won't move.
Some people seek the freedom to be chaotic. And she only seeks relief.
He isn't gentle.
She has her rules. But he isn't following them.
She told him she wanted to be on the bed, but he pushed her hard against the glass wall. She said she doesn't want bite marks, but her spine and legs became, not long after, filled with marks. She said she doesn't like being touched on the wrists, but he restrained her and clutched her wrist in deathly grasp on the way to his place.
He's challenging her control.
Because of the things he learned. He's quite insufferable, she begins to think.
The therapist's mouth is just as prodding as his earlier questions. As if he knows and feels things she still hides, or things she makes up to get to him, and tries to coax her into honesty.
She slipped -almost. Things, things about her sexually-charged boss, her neighbor who waits for her, and her clashes with a male family member. Tight-lipped things.
He catches her face and holds it firmly between his palms. He's bare above waist, his heart beats fast and loud, and the sound resonates clearly, she hates it.
She eyes him warningly, I don't want a kiss.
Try me, he smirks. So haughty, so brazenly.
I am not attracted to you, she lets him kiss her.
To be continued.
my bad, i didn't say it's non linear, 300 words, and that i give the uneven dots before the connecting lines.