Title: Senseless
Author: baru-chan
Pairing: Shunsui/Nanao
Fandom: Bleach
Theme: #30-- kiss
Summary: Feel it, appreciate it, for all will be as it was tomorrow.
Word Count: 344
Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Kubo Tite.
Author's Notes: Again, this is an experimental piece. This is the first time I've used the Second Person POV, so any comments on the writing style will be greatly appreciated.
See it.
See the lock of hair that refuses to be tamed, resting against her cheek lightly, caressing whisper-delicate skin.
See the Book as it is: large, thick and old as Time itself, its contents esoteric, nigh indecipherable.
See the chain: a wispy shackle that binds the Book to its Bearer, a reminder of what things must be.
See her as she is now: a woman implacable and unwavering in her purpose, posture dignified and ramrod-straight, meticulous and withdrawn, your opposite.
See, and remember, for it is beauty you behold.
ooo
Hear it.
Hear the whisper of brush and ink upon paper and parchment, a gentle noise, barely heard but for the light swish-swish-swish of each stroke made by graceful white hands.
Hear the faint snatches of tune as she absentmindedly hums a gay melody, a haunting strain; hear them as each song imprints itself into your consciousness.
Hear the small puffs of breath as air goes in-out, in-out, in you and out of you, until your breathing matches hers and synchronicity is all you know.
Hear the low, throbbing beat of her heart, a pounding rhythm that seeps into your veins, into your heart, and into the very fiber of your being.
Hear it, savor it, for it is all you know of her.
ooo
Feel it.
Feel the lock of hair that tickles the side of your face, a slight sensation lost amongst the thousand other sensations that bombard you.
Feel her pulse racing as it goes thump-thump-thump, a staccato rhythm beating against your rough sword-callused thumb as it flutters against the white column of her throat.
Feel the softness of her lips as they rub against your own, each movement prompting a tiny jolt of delight and pleasure to course through your veins.
Feel the faint gasps of breath as she pants into your mouth and you into hers, the tiny mewling sounds she makes vibrating in your mouth and in your throat and in the entirety of your existence.
Feel it, appreciate it, for all will be as it was tomorrow.
