Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
Word Count: 318
AN: Do you know what song the lyrics that make up the title for this chapter are from-?- well I don't own that either.
A Kiss for Shelter
(Fear a) System of Touch
Perhaps he should have announced his presence- was that not the polite thing to do?
But as things stood he wasn't feeling very accommodating or courteous.
Still he froze inside the doorway, having pushed the shoji aside with no qualms, stepping through boldly as was his right as Master of the House.
She had returned to her rooms only moments before his arrival and it was very obvious to him now where she'd been.
When she spun around to face him her thick waves whipped droplets into the air- water sprinkled the floor. Her yukata clung about the shoulders and chest. Even as she stood there staring at him in awe her wet locks were making the cloth transparent in places his eyes were drawn to.
Without a word Byakuya crossed the floor. When he stood before her he took her hands, folded in her yukata, and gently pushed them aside.
Once again she found herself speechless as he reached for her without permission.
Byakuya watched as the fingers of his right hand traced the path of a wayward trail of glistening water down her neck to her collarbone…
As his hand slid beneath damp fabric he felt the rise and fall of her chest and entranced as he was his other hand began to draw down the other side of her neck.
The hastily tied belt loosened as his determined hands began to push at the folds of her robe.
One finger strayed brushing against very sensitive flesh and it was then she came to her senses and stepped back from his reach.
He did not rush to stop her, too busy admiring (and inwardly smirking) at the pink hue in her cheeks he knew had little to do with her previous soak.