Title: Dirty Little Secret
Rating: I'd say PG, but type of situation here is taboo enough for a PG-13 I think?
Pairing and/or Charas: KaiRuki (AU)
Summary: It's their little secret, and it's a little piece of forbidden bliss…while it lasts.
Words: 838
Warnings: Umm…compromising situations; a bit sizzling 'n smoochy? (if I wrote it right…); teacher-student relations
Notes: This is a preview piece to a possible full-length fic I may write (if it's well-received enough, that is)…I really wanted to write something AU that takes place in a Japanese-style high school where Rukia's a lonely student & Kaien's the new teacher (or student-teacher) for a language/literature type class…and things kind of, er, develop. Yeah. Controversial pairing, ne? Eheh.
Actually, let me know if it works better like this (writing) or with him as an art teacher! (Maybe he can unlock the hidden potential beneath her cartoony Chappy drawings...)
Finished: 2/7/08
Disclaimer: Don't own Bleach, never have, and of course never will. Alas…

Rukia knows it's not right. Probably not healthy, either. And possibly even life-wrecking.

These thoughts are at the back of her mind more and more these days—she's well aware of what she's doing. Well, maybe not so much the outcome, but she is sure of what's going on, what's been going on.

But if this was true…if it she shouldn't be letting herself do this, think like this, feel like this…if it was bad bad bad…

…then why did it feel so right?

It's only after their encounters that the guilt starts to set in. No, when things are actually happening it's like the world doesn't even exist…just their own bliss-filled little universe.

Presently she stands up, the last student in the room—as usual—and slowly walks over to where Kaien-sensei is typing up a lesson plan for the next day. Bending to peer over at the screen, she murmurs, " 'Romantic Influences in Renaissance Poetry'? Eh…?" She smiles a bit, smiles shyly. "What's up with that…?"

She can feel the breath from her words lightly rustling his hair. They're that close.

"You should know," he responds, not turning to face her despite her hovering right over his shoulder. "Might as well teach stuff related to what's been on my mind lately. A lot." With a half-sigh he adds, "Truth is…these days, I prob'ly couldn't focus on any other kind of topic—it'd be pointless to try and teach it." At last, he turns in his chair and their faces are so close, really close…but too close?

No. There was no such thing.

But that doesn't stop Rukia from blushing a tiny bit. And she can guess what he's likely to say next.

"Kuchiki…" he mutters with a wry half-smile, letting a hand float up to her cheek. "Look at what you're doing…now you've even gone and changed my teaching plans." Her heart thumps. "What're we gonna do with you?" He pauses, thinks, then adds: "…what am I gonna do with myself…"

He's come to know her too well, shifting the blame to his shoulders before she can start apologizing like mad, spilling out guilt all over the place. Before she can even think to protest, he does away with the inch of space between them and kisses her softly, unassumingly, just like the first time he had. Now he always likes to start off this way, and it's one of the warmest and most comforting feelings Rukia's ever known.

But then there's the other part…They're letting their lips drift apart, and Kaien-sensei is rising slowly from his teacher's chair to nearly twice her height. Now he's bending down to wrap his arms around her wherever they fit—one around her upper back, one at her waist—and then tightening them as if holding on for dear life. And she doesn't mind one bit that she has to stand on tiptoe, because the kinds of kisses he's leaning in for right now? Those are some of the most treasured moments she can hope for.

The other part…the one where their mouths nearly scorch each other, where Rukia's not ashamed to let her lips say exactly how she feels and neither is Kaien, where it feels like it's everything but they still want more more more…

Where there's no such thing as "time," or "space"…or least of all, nosy people. Just them. Them and their secret.

But it's only a matter of time…

As they both come up for air, Rukia feels woozy, dizzy, but wonderful. Kaien-sensei's face is flushed and glowing, and she thinks he's never looked more handsome. "Speaking of poetry—of the romantic type…" he breathes, "I read that thing you wrote the other day in class. Beautiful. But I never knew you thought that—"

"Oh, quiet!" she yelps out, half wanting to smack his now-grinning face. "But those were supposed to be anonymous, how did…" The blush on her face has been growing this whole time, and now she'd likely put a tomato to shame.

Kaien-sensei simply brushes his lips against her burning forehead, murmuring "You should know" once more: "You should know by now, Kuchiki…that I can just tell; you wear your heart on your sleeve and in your poetry."

She has no chance to comment since he's got her bottom lip now, pulling teasingly yet tenderly with his own two. It's always awed Rukia: no matter how intense a situation, her sensei could always be playful at the same time—without changing the atmosphere. Her reply is to kiss him for real again, deep, slow, full on the mouth...to this he replies by taking her breath away.

It's a wonder she's even still conscious, she thinks dazedly on the walk back home. It feels like all of the blood in her body has rushed to her head and refuses to drain. She never can quite believe it, the moments she's had with Kaien-sensei…it all feels like one big dream sometimes. One she never wants to wake from.

But it's only a matter of time…