Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
Word Count: 297
A Kiss for Shelter
Midnight Hostess
After he set the chest down the silence was complete.
Finally after a few moments he settled seiza at the low table that they had occupied months before. She kept her eyes on the floor and as she rose he could see the uncertainty in her frame. Without a word she went to fetch another cup, clutching at the folds of her robe in an anxious rhythm.
Before she had opened the shoji for him she had picked up a robe to wear over her sleeping yukata. Her modesty was curious to him and he eyed her without remorse as she eventually took her place across the table from him.
She had plaited her hair into one thick braid that fell over her shoulder. The cream color of the fabric draping her gave lovely contrast to her tawny skin.
It felt like ages since he had watched her prepare a cup of tea for him, his gaze was intent on her slender hands as she moved.
He blinked and a cup was placed before him, steam feathering towards the ceiling. Truthfully he was almost hesitant to take it into his hands. What if it was not the same as it had been?
But she waited for him and he took up the cup and drew it to his lips.
Byakuya inhaled subtly and was unprepared for the rush of serenity brought on by the fragrance. Grey eyes darted across the table and she answered his silent inquiry.
"It is a variation of chamomile. It's meant to help one sleep."
Eyeing her she did not look the least bit tired.
Odd. He thought as he tipped the cup slightly.
The tea's flavor flooded his mouth and the warmth that rose in him was reminiscent of a lulling embrace.