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Word Count: 285
A Kiss for Shelter
Craving
Light on her feet she flitted about the wide circle, spun like a dervish, the ornamental fans in her hands dipping and flowing creating flashes of bright color. Her dance was equal parts traditional, equal parts animal charisma and acrobatics. He watched her arch back, slowly, all the while her hips swaying. Her fingertips brushed the floor, supple body bending, and he swallowed thickly.
The captain could not help but think of her bent over in other ways. The warmth that flooded him was like a strike of heat lightning erupting throughout his whole body.
Impossible! He was not so base! His teeth dug into his inner lip until he tasted rust. But with each enticing roll of her body he felt his pulse increase. Longing crept up on him- stole into his stomach until it was an uncomfortable ache.
Her dark hair crashed around her face and body, bountiful waves wildly tossing with each twirl and kick.
Byakuya was helpless against his fantasies taking flight. He could imagine his hands diving into those twisting locks, gripping tight at the roots as he ran his tongue down the glistening curve of her neck.
His throat was suddenly tight, his mouth dry but for the lingering taste of his blood. Scanning the crowd he could see that the girl's provocative dance was having an effect on others as well; men with an undisguised light in their eyes, followed her every move.
Disgust rose, but he could hardly judge. His fists tightened. He could not bear the thought of someone witnessing the lust surely glazing his own eyes.
He turned away, but not before he took note of the boy on the edge of the crowd.