I was told that I might confuse readers 'cause my author's notes run in with the story, so I decided to use these little star-like thingys. (I'm so articulate, right?) Anyways, Here's the new chapter, waiting so patiently to be read. Warning: It's so sweet that it may churn your stomach.
Sweat runs along his body, molding the white tank top to him like an extra layer of skin. His heart is racing; beating against his insides so hard that he thinks it may explode. The room is dark, and the only sound that can be heard besides gentle snores, is his own breathing. It sounds foreign to him somehow. Strained.
There are times, like now, when he has to reach out for her, allowing his fingers to lose themselves in purple strands, or brush a trail against bronze colored skin. And then he is surprised, because a hand as beautiful as the face he was caressing, wraps around his fingers and brings them to rest on full lips.
She kisses each of his fingertips, before bringing her eyes up to meet his own. Liquid upon steel. "What's wrong?" She shifts beneath silk white sheets, turning to get a better look at her lover's profile.
His head is bowed, red locks spilling down his bare back. His fists, large and bruised, are resting in his lap, clenched so tightly that his already pale knuckles are turning white. "It's nothing."
Yoruichi snorts, a sound not uncommon from her, and pulls him back to rest against her chest. "It's talk from fools who think they know everything, love," She kisses his forehead, just as lightly as she had kissed his fingers, before wrapping her arms around his waist. "Nothing more."
He feels the smile, pulling at the corners of his mouth. Of course she knew what was bothering him. She always knew. "You're right."
"I always am." She lays his head on his shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze before closing her eyes.
"I love you."
They sit for some time, her with her eyes open in surprise, and him staring into the darkness.
And then she smiles, once again closing her eyes as sleep begins to tug at her. "I love you to."
Yep, it's short. But it was bugging me, so I had to get it out. Oh yeah, I don't own bleach at all! This one isn't very good, and the writing's not my usual style. Still, I hope you guys enjoy it. Feel free to drop me a line, I promise that I'll reply. Well, in the famous words of Vash the Stampede, "Love and Peace!"