An Odd Lover
Discliamer: Kubo Tite owns all that is Bleach
AN: I have paired the unpairable
His tongue went everywhere.
Sometimes she felt she was floating, not on air but on some other dense invisible liquid that made her freeze from head to toe. He loved to caress her slowly, as well as nibble her ear before it was her turn to please him. It was always instructed he had his turn first and she never squirmed when he was on top her, her breath coming out in rags while his eyes pierced her mind mercilessly.
The first time had left her broken; she ached with sobs from deep within herself. Sleep never came and no one came to her.
Not that it was awful, just odd. She always pictured him in her head when she got in this state. The orange-haired boy, the one with a smirk but had extraordinary bravery. But Ichigo was gone. She knew Ichigo was gone, but she still thought of him, and clung to her memories that were more precious than gold. "He" knew of course, but it seemed to be somewhat an untouched topic even though she was punished for other things regularly.
She had once bled for 5 weeks. It had been a swift cut done without much effort on his part. Just like blinking.
His eyes were beautiful but colder than ice. Sometimes he was gentle, other times almost animal like. Though she had no choice. A smirking white-haired male forever sing-sang she was lucky to be alive, nonetheless the mistress of a great man.
The singsong smiling man was correct. Dead on factual to be more precise.
Although Aizen-taichou was an odd lover.
Please don't kill me >