Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
Word Count: 293
A Kiss for Shelter
A Captain's Surrender?
"You have been very vocal about your opposition to me." The noble replied stiffly, his other hand now balled into a fist at his side as well.
He noted the guilt that passed over her features and felt his own sense of remorse mingling with the initial smugness.
Her gaze fell to floor, "I don't intend to be disrespectful-,"
"Hn." He disregarded this statement with his favored noncommittal utterance.
She looked back up at him with a tart frown, "I simply cannot cast aside the need for clear boundaries-,"
His lips twisted in the slightest hint of amusement as he looked at her again, "You speak of boundaries as though we have not already crossed a multitude."
She sucked in a breath, at a loss for words as she flushed yet again and quickly turned her back to hide the expression of embarrassment.
It was then he noted that the robe she wore was ill-fitting- or possibly just too thin- it hugged her form and he thought for certain as she turned that he could see the beginning swell of her belly. He felt robbed of restraint.
The urge to touch her rose again- so strongly he felt something akin to pain as his knuckles blanched.
Her voice was so soft he almost did not catch her words, "I only mean that- we know nothing of each other truly- and we should not confuse how this will… end."
He nearly flinched at this harsh reminder. All desire filtered away and he felt ice flood his veins.
His jaw clenched tight as he did his utmost to keep a ruthless barb at bay.
On his heel he turned for the doors, but hesitated a moment to grit out between his teeth, "You are… right."
AN: Don't worry, I suspect she won't always be able to evade… especially once B. gets some advice… eventually.