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Word Count: 453
AN: A lil background on Xochitl.
A Kiss for Shelter
Confession
It was near midnight when Byakuya insisted upon rest (for her sake naturally).
As she settled onto her side he lay back, his hazy sight far beyond the roof's beams above him.
Her voice barely stirred the quiet but he heard every word, "I apprenticed to Siri-san, a tayuu, for a year before the mistress took an interest and pulled me under her wing. A couple years passed and when she chose Arashi I thought I was still far from my debut... But after meeting with Arashi on two occasions my mistress decided I should be coveted- wanted but never taken. So the fact that I had been blooded was kept secret, Arashi himself was sworn to secrecy… But, for some reason- even though we were both told we could not meet again- he began to send me letters. I learned about all of the places he visited- the sights, the smells, and sounds… Eventually though- he was telling me who he was- telling me about his childhood, about his family. He especially liked to tell me about his lovers.
"It was strange. How easily he revealed himself to me… Yet now I have quite an understanding of him. I know him better than anyone else… My mistress has said that a man that divulges all parts of himself can no longer be seduced or trusted…"
Her soft inhale punctuated the quiet when his warmth pressed into her form as he slid an arm around her and breathed in her scent.
"And what would your mistress say of a woman speaking one man's name while in the bed of another?" His breath tickled her flesh, the growl to his low voice causing gooseflesh on her arms.
But she turned slightly in his hold until she could look up into his heavy eyes and her lips were a finger's breadth away.
Her gaze was earnest as she murmured, "She would say that pointing out one's desirability will remind a man of his place and ensure his affections."
His eyes narrowed slightly, glittering. She spoke frankly, but the words were not her own and there was no conviction in her tone. The tactics of manipulation that had been taught to her were not what she relied upon or believed in. She had wanted him to know the truth of her relationship with the Ito heir; there was no subterfuge intended.
Yet, he bitterly admitted that he would always, to a degree, be jealous of Arashi Ito.
Xochitl turned away and tugged at his arm to draw him closer. He fingered the locks of her hair, sliding his hands down them in an idle rhythm.
"I don't care…" He said.
And she filled in the blanks.