They were nothing. His dark eyes and perfectly angled face were stoic as he spoke the words to her. His right palm was flat on the floor beside his leg, which was folded underneath him. His dark eyes searched her face before he lifted his cup of tea and sipped. He expected her to react differently. She was supposed to scream, shout, hit, kick, and fight. Instead, she simply nodded and lifted her own cup to her lips. Her gaze met his over the rim of her expensive tea cup. Time seemed to freeze as he watched her toss the hot liquid in his face. He cringed and rubbed his eyes; she always took lemon juice and honey in her tea. He heard his sword sliding across the floor and away from him. He felt her fist slam into his stomach like a block of steel crushing a thin street of iron. He inhaled quickly and rolled away from her. She was insane. He had known it the moment he saw her walking with the Shihouin princess all those years ago.
Her foot slammed down on the floor, purposely missing his head. She turned like a ballerina, and her left foot landed squarely on his right hand. She leapt away and turned to him with a look of deep concern. He moved forward so quickly that he almost caught her off guard. She smiled and turned out of his reach just in time. The pain in his eyes blared to life as his right hand clamped down on her wrist. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to the ground, making sure that he took most of the damage. Ignoring the pain pulsating in his hand, he ripped the black kimono she wore from her skin and covered her mouth with his own. She shoved him away and laughed as he toppled over. He crushed one of the cups he had received as a wedding gift years earlier. His gaze swept her naked frame as she stood over him. A mischievous smile stretched her lips as she dropped to her knees. The heat of his gaze made her fall forward with laughter. He touched her thighs and lifted his head so that his mouth was a mere inch from her. He kissed her inner thigh and smiled when she groaned above him. His tongue brushed her slowly and gently. She gazed down at him for a fraction of a moment before pressing herself against his face and bursting into laughter. Her joy was cut short as he began to suck and nibble on her. She made an attempt to move away from him, but his hands clamped down on her thighs. He held her in place as he continued to torture her with his tongue. She leaned back and cried out as she was hit by an orgasm. He licked her juices from his face as he pinned her to the floor and thrust into her. Her body trembled underneath him as he moved with skills she often complimented him on.
He lifted himself on his hands and sucked her nipples until they were hard as pebbles. He thrust harder and pulled the white ribbon that held her curly hair in a bun. It cascaded over her shoulders and down to her flat stomach in soft ebony. He flipped her over and grabbed a handful of her hair as leverage as he thrust into her. She cried out and nearly fell over as another orgasm came over her. He wanted her to say his name. She yelled everything else in the world, but she'd never said his name aloud. Never whispered it to him. She had never said his name with adoration or love the way she said Yoruichi or Kisuke or even Kyoraku. He shoved her against the floor as he spilled himself inside of her. They were nothing. He made to pull away from her, but she snatched him back and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Byakuya." Her voice was a whisper that he'd heard only once. She pressed a kiss into his cheek and smiled sleepily. His lips brushed her forehead.
She was everything.