Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach
Word Count: 341
AN: Oh Renji…
A Kiss for Shelter
Poking the Bear
Abarai Renji approached with caution. He had taken several moments to coach himself beyond the doors to his captain's office even before he had swept in and bowed.
It was several more minutes before he plucked up the courage to be direct. Still his hand clenched and unclenched nervously around the hilt of his zanpaktou.
"Ugh… Sir… Is there something… you-um- need to get off your chest?" He queried, standing before the large mahogany desk.
The lieutenant could feel sweat trickle down his forehead as there was no response. The more vigorous than usual training with his captain might have something to do with the perspiration- but it was more likely the unease the man felt in waiting. He was certain something unprecedented was going on as his superior seemed to be practically- stewing.
The light scratch of pen across paper came to an abrupt halt and the young noble raised his head slightly, staring into the unknown with narrowed eyes.
She had served with utter poise; practiced in this role. And while any noble woman would have the same skill it would rarely be utilized. If a husband and wife were intimate enough this sort of display might be routine, yet most of the elite would only allow their staff to serve. On occasion a woman might serve close friends of one's family. But truly the practice of serving at a man's side was more common of a hostess- like any maid in a teahouse or hostel- or even a…
He did not like to think of her as a servant and any reminder of what profession she was proficient in did not sit well with him either.
In his house, she should simply defer to him, should she not?
Yet in small ways she seemed to flaunt his lack of control.
She had not touched the food specifically selected to appeal to her palate. Nor had she been dressed in the clothing he had ordered for her!
This is when Renji could have sworn he heard a muttered:
"Troublesome woman."