This is really short, man. Like a super short kinda thing. It's from Renji's point of view on things, but not a first person POV. Without any further introductions and explanations…. Here's the story!
If he sat down for a minute and thought about it, Renji could count his reasons for lusting after her on one hand. First off, she was undeniably beautiful, with a body that made him lick his lips long after she'd passed him by and invaded his dreams at all hours of the night. Second, she could out drink him in the blink of an eye, no matter what choice of alcohol was placed between them (though he'd never admit it out loud).
But if he really concentrated, tattooed brows furrowed deep in the center of his forehead, and lips twisted into a frown, then he could come up with a list that ran for miles and miles about why he loved her. She was a Goddess, never failing to steal the air from his lungs whenever she made her presence known. When she looked at him, her eyes were like liquid gold, melting away at his resolve with the intensity of a flame to butter. Her touch was electricity in its rawest form, cutting through his skin to bury itself in the nerves that lye beneath, making him shiver until the earlier hours of morning. Her scent was sweet, a heady smell that scent him head over heels whenever she brushed against him, whether intentional or not.
There were hundreds of reasons, some big and others almost insignificant. None of them worth mentioning though. She wasn't the type of woman who needed to be paraded around like some sort of a trophy. She wasn't meant to be a dressing on his arm, or another notch for his bedpost. Not her. She wasn't made to be his toy, or be his conquest. Never her. Yoruichi Shihouin was made to be one thing and one thing only. His lover.
Like I said, short. Drop me a line, regardless of whether you enjoyed it or not. Next up should be the companion piece to this one…