A/N: So after this chapter…there are only two more!! Please enjoy!! And 100 reviews?!!! You guys are soooo awesome! Black lines are inserted as usual.
Suggested listening: "If Walls could Talk" by Celine Dion
Chapter 21: Can you keep a secret?
Byakuya, even with the massive wound on his back, carefully lifted Hisana from the ground and carried her back to his chambers, nodding at Ukitake, who took Nariko away to cool her heels in a holding cell, her protests falling on muffled ears, a deflated and defeated looking grandfather escorted to his chambers by Squad Six soul reapers, his zanpakutou removed from his possession until Byakuya saw fit.
Once they had arrived in his room, a vicious look sent the manservant running, leaving Hisana and Byakuya alone, his hand reaching out to touch the gouge on her face. She winced, and did so again when he touched her shoulder.
"Take off your robes." He commanded, and she stood, her torn garb falling loosely as she undid the tie at the waist, her chest, bare except for a breast band exposing multiple cuts on her ribs, where the skin was bleeding profusely. She removed her legs next, a loin cloth covering her as Byakuya removed his own shirt, revealing his healing arm and the tear on his back, which he nonchalantly wrapped with a set of bandages from a first aid kid in his drawer, reaching for some green ointment in a bottle with the seal of Squad Four on it.
He sat on the edge of the bed, and tugged her in between his legs so that she rested warm and alive against his chest, her reiatsu flaring soothingly against him with every beat of her heart. His fingers trailed down her arms to her stomach, gently rubbing the salve onto her wounds with the palms of his hands. She was amazed to see how the smaller cuts closed almost immediately, and shuddered as he kissed her neck with his lips, his teeth grazing down her skin as light from the sunset shown through his window, patterned colors covering the two of them in their shadows.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, "I cause you nothing but trouble."
"On the contrair my dear" he murmured, lips sucking gently on her collarbone, "My life is much more interesting with you in it, I assure you."
"No…I should have asked you before running off. I was just scared…" she whispered.
"Scared of what?" Byakuya replied. "Why were you fighting for me?" he whispered, his tongue sliding against the skin on her neck as she gasped.
"Because…you…I…" she murmured, barely coherent as he pulled her closer to his waist.
"Continue" he replied, his hands rubbing her back all over with the salve, her aches and pains evaporating as she spoke, his little kisses sliding up the side of her cheek to rest like the touch of a butterfly next to her eyes, which fluttered shut with a little sigh of contentment.
"Because…I…" her voice stammered, and she turned, her eyes catching his as he seemed to hold his breath.
She leaned backwards and claimed his lips suddenly, turning she pushed him beneath her, his eyes opening wide at her boldness. She made him lie flat on his stomach, sliding his bandages back, her hands running down the edge of the cut, which was not as deep as she had first thought.
Sighing gently, she reached for the same salve and rubbed it into his wound, feeling him relax at the touch of her hands as his skin knit back together. Her fingers rubbed tense muscles, the pads of her fingertips trailing lower with each caress, a slight groan coming from Byakuya's lips when she kneaded too close to the wound.
"Why is it barely a scratch?" she whispered, her fingers trailing over it.
Byakuya smirked into the bed, and turned his head to face her. "Because it takes a reiatsu strong enough and determined enough to cut someone of Captain-class, Nariko is barely out of the academy, and scarcely more experienced than the casual substitute Shinigamis that you will find in the Living World."
"Well excuseeee meeee." Hisana replied, as Byakuya flipped himself and sat up, the sheets half on him as Hisana still sat in between his legs, now atop of the coverlet.
"Why?" he asked again, his hand reaching out to grasp her chin.
"Why? Do you think I could just give you up because someone told me to? I've had enough of having everything I've ever loved taken away from me." She declared, passionately, her hands clenched in her lap.
"Love?" Byakuya replied, his hand lifting her eyes to look into his own.
Hisana froze, her mind like a river under a thaw, hardly feeling Byakuya's arms on her body, wounds and salves forgotten, as he slid her underneath him into the soft down mattress, his kisses bolder, on fire, her entire body reeling as suddenly, it was skin against skin, his body like fire, melting the thaw, melting the ice. And she wrapped herself around him, wrapped her legs around his waist, wrapped her arms around his back and into his hair, her ears absorbing every soft cry that he let slip from stoic lips – lips that drove her to distraction with every touch.
His fingers were trailing up her thighs, tugging himself into her, her head hitting the pillows, ebony hair spewing behind her like a waterfall, tresses he wound his fingers through as with every impassioned thrust her body danced with his own, this perfect union, this perfect…perfect…
And he had paused, paused just then and she was watching Byakuya's face as he said something, to her, her heart pounding so hard that her ears strained to make out the three words that he whispered, her heart swelling as if it would burst.
"What?" she whispered, hardly able to mutter the syllables as he resumed his actions, her voice breathless as she arched her back towards him, that perfection reached, her mouth unable to produce any coherent sounds, her fingers sliding down the side of his face as his good arm, as he moved away from her to slide behind her. Tugging her into his arms, head resting on one hand, elbow propped into the pillows as she rolled to face him, face flushed, his wounded arm creating a sort of pocket around her to prevent her from moving.
"Do I have to repeat myself?" Byakuya replied, his face expressionless but his eyes laughing.
"No." Hisana replied, for she knew, deep in her heart, what Byakuya was saying to her, even without words.
A/N: Uwah! Fluff :-) I hope that satisfied! As previously stated there are only two more chapters, and the final chapter is from Byakuya's point of view, since we have very, if rarely seen anything through his eyes – my third person tends to follow Hisana almost exclusively in this story, not so in SoW, in which my third person extends itself to follow quite a few people at one time:-P
Lyrics (this song is, of course from Hisana's PoV):
These walls keep a secret
That only we know
But how long can they keep it?
'Cause we're two lovers, we lose control
We're two shadows
Chasing rainbows
Behind closed windows
Behind closed doors
If walls could talk
Oooh... they would say I want you more
They would say
Hey...ever felt like this before?
That you'll always be the one for me