I DON'T OWN BLEACH

So I know I haven't uploaded in a while, but I have a serious Flu. And I'm finally able to finish up a few things I put off. I know this isn't the Shun/FemIchi I promised but I working on it I swear~! It's just this was almost finished for like six months and I hate that... Please be patient with me while I recover. I want to thank Ilovekuramatoomuch for her amazing work on the lemon. Thank you so much.

My health has been poor for awhile and now It looks like I am going to slow down some. I will of course keep writing^^ So please keep reading and reviewing. All my love, Fuzzi

This is a special request... AU Hugue/FemBya

Sword dancer from Trinity Blood/FemBya. You will not need to have knowledge of Trinity Blood to enjoy it.

Sword Dancer

"Hugue, help us out for a few weeks. Just until the replacements arrive."

"That part of my life is over." Hugue shakes his head at his brother listening to the clicking of the ice in his glass. "I'm not in the security business anymore. I run a local clinic now."

"Well, if you change your mind. The man I'm working for would treat you good." Giving his brother a smile he rises from his seat. "You would like him." He has that sickening quality you have." he tells him with a smirk. "Principle."

"Is that why he needs a protection detail?"

"No... well not completely. He has something worth protecting."

"Most wealthy men do." Hugue replies watching his brother wave and walk out of the bar leading to the dimly lit city street. "I'm sorry brother, but Sword Dancer is dead."

A few hours later his phone sits on his desk ringing. Slipping off his thin gold wire glasses he flips open the small device surprised at the name flashing. "I'm not changing my mind."

"Hugue..."

"What has happened?" His bright green eyes widen as the sounds of gunfire can be heard in the background. "Where are you?"

"They attacked... they are trying to find it." his voice gurgles through the reciever. "Hid it. Where we used to play... you know the place?"

"Yes. Tell me where you are!" He runs to get his jacket then freezes as a blood cold voice is heard over the phone.

"Where is it?"

"I destroyed it to protect-"

"Then you are meaningless."

A single pop makes his phone cut out for a moment. "Brother! Brother!" Hugue yells into the phone the door to the clinic wide open, his long gray coat hanging off one side of his shoulders.

"Come and find me if you need vengeance for your little brother. I'm always looking for a challenge... Sword Dancer."

His lips curl in anger when the line goes dead. Hugue runs out the door into the pouring rain heading for the place tucked in his memories. He never thought he would run back there again. Perhaps Father Antony is right...

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An hour later he arrives at the crumbling hospital he and his brother used to play as kids. Voices and promises echo in the broken-dust covered hallways. Promises are fragile living things, once broken the damage is never healed. Before he left his old life he made sure no one was left that had a grudge or even knew his face. How did this happen? Only one person remained... or so he thought. Who was the man on the phone?

"You brother..."

"I'm not killing my own flesh and blood."

"He knows of you and your past. There will be a time when the mistake of letting him live will pull you back into this world. I told you Sword Dancer... The only way to escape is to kill everyone who knows your face. Including me."

"Father... I can not-"

"Send me ahead and I will pray to God in your place so that when you appear before Him. He will forgive your sins."

His mistake... feels like an age ago. However, this place holds more than just memories. Dashing up a flight of stairs he turns toward the large double doors with stained glass windows. Opening the door he looks around at the strange sight. Everything is as it was before... he left. It's just covered with years of dust. His steps fall silent as he moves forward, his eyes fixed on the large cross eclipsing the entire wall of the church. Even the large crystal chandelier still hangs from the ceiling. Nearing the pulpit he drops to his knees and lifts his hand to make the sign of the cross when his eyes tilt instantly noticing a large black cloak move and a woman's slender pale face appears. He is about to speak when a small gun glints from under the black material.

"Don't come any closer." she warns clutching the gun, her eyes straining from fatigue. Blinking she makes out the slender shape of a man with long wavy blonde hair in a doctor's lab coat. "H-Henry?"

"I am Hugue, my lady. Henry's twin brother." he tells the raven-haired woman, taking a step toward her. "He sent me to help you."

"Oh... You are the doctor." Lowering her eyes she moves the rest of the large robe away revealing a man laying in her lap. Blood is all over her pale blue dress and pooling under the man she has cradled in one arm.

"Are you hurt?" Hugue walks over to the pale young woman taking off his lab coat.

"Not me..." she whispers, looking at the man in her lap. Releasing him his body slumps to floor, her hands feeling cold and empty. "But, I'm afraid it's too late for my father."

"I see." Checking the dark haired man for a pulse, his eyes flick up to look at her closely. A lovely woman, with dark hair and clear perfect skin. She is beautiful, and the distraught expression on her face makes him feel nothing but responsibility for the pain she is suffering. "I will protect you in my brother's place." Hugue says bowing down on one knee in front of her. He isn't naive enough to think this one life could make up for the countless he has taken, but maybe he can live with himself if he saves this woman.

"Do you believe in God, Mr. Watteau?" she asks lifting a bloody hand to touch the gold crucifix hanging from a thin black string around his neck.

"Hugue." he replies calmly, inching his face closer to hers so she can look at the simple flat cross. "And, yes I do believe in God. Do you accept my offer?"

"I do."

"Very well." Rising quickly he steps past the podium to the large wooden cross hanging on the back wall. Pulling the gold crucifix from his neck he inserts the it into the thin locking mechanism on the side. A compartment sides open in the front revealing a long slender staff. Slipping it out off it's holding place he lifts the long slate colored staff in the air.

"The Sword Dancer..." she whispers watching his long wavy blonde hair lift as he turns to look at her. "Henry spoke of you often."

"We should go." His pale green eyes watch her for a moment as she collects herself enough to stand. "Let's get you to a safe place." Holding out his hand to her, her eyes flicker in surprise. "Come." he gestures again for her to take his hand.

"Byakuya... is my name." she says slipping her fingers inside his warm palm.

"Byakuya, we will send someone to collect your father. Understand the need for this?"

"Yes." Byakuya replies calmly, her hand feeling his tighten around hers. "We must return to the safety of the mansion quickly."

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Over the next few weeks Hugue watches over her. Clothed now in a black suit he shadows Byakuya throughout her daily duties painfully aware she is targeted by a group. Unable to find out much about the attackers who killed her father and his brother, Hugue has little options other than to wait until they try to come for her again to learn more. Even during the funerals for her father and the men who died protecting whatever secret she held, Byakuya's face betrayed little of her own feelings. He has seen even the strongest women weakened by a death but not her. She seems to thrive on will alone. That is enough to keep him next to her and the promise he made to himself to honor brother's wish to keep her safe.

Walking downstairs and into the main dinning room he glances around to see her missing from her usual seat. With a hint of surprise at her absence he politely refuses to eat and travels up stairs into her private wing of the large mansion. The soft sounds of music draw him. Slipping inside a cracked door he stands near the back of a dimly lit room to watch her play the grand piano in the center of the room.

Only a few bars into Moonlight Sonata she slips her fingers over the keys fully aware Hugue is in the room with her. He is a curious quiet man. He never complains except when her security isn't performed to his expectations, and you barely know he is there. Lately... just over the past day or so Byakuya finds herself checking to see if he is nearby. And when it's his time away, she is restless until the man's wavy blonde hair passes in her field of vision.

Never one to trifle over her feelings, she dismisses her growing curiosity as gratitude for his protection. After all, he is only here until he satisfies his brothers debt. He is a man running from his past. Who knows when he might leave? Starting something between them would be pointless.

Slipping her fingers from the keys she closes her eyes briefly in contemplation. It's so unsettling to her. Normally men are drawn to her. Byakuya's beauty and money. She has never felt the pull toward a man, but the lean blonde with the deep voice is slowly captivating her.

"You play beautifully." He confesses setting his staff near the doorway.

Turning away from the keyboard her eyes slowly lift to meet his. "Frustrating man. He speaks so little... his eyes always watching me." With a slight bow she starts to rise when she sees him move closer. "Do you have a favorite piece you would like me to play?"

"Moonlight Sonata." he replies stepping behind her letting his eyes lower her tightly up-swept hair.

Nodding she begins to play the song again. The sound echoes in the large open room. She has always loved the somber tone, believing firmly that the song's purpose is to grieve for people who can't reveal their pain.

Listening to her rendition he slowly finds himself on the other side of the piano staring at her. "A woman made of fine porcelain with ashen blue eyes. Even if God himself grew jealous and demanded her company. I would protect her."

Byakuya ends the song lifting her gaze to see with at her. "Henry never told me how captivating his brother is." She rises pivoting on her foot toward the adjacent room and opens the door wide. The unspoken signal that he can enter her bedroom. Lifting a hand to her head she pulls the pin from her hair allowing her long raven hair to curtain over her back and shoulders. "Always watching me Hugue?" Sliding the blue linen jacket from her shoulders she walks into her closet leaving the door ajar just enough for him to glimpse her changing. "With those light green eyes?" She doesn't know what she is doing. She hasn't had to seduce a man before, they normally confess out of the blue and take her by surprise. "Just a small test... to see if he is interested. That is all I'm doing." With her mind made up she begins to unbutton her blouse. "What does he see?"

Hugue lingers near her bedroom door. Soon as her blouse silently floated to the pale pink carpet his eyes were unable to move away from her. Her actions are clear to him. "She knows I can see." Swallowing a knot in his throat he knows he should look away, to step out of the room and walk back downstairs. The zipper on her skirt is pulled down, the garment dropping to the floor next to her blouse. His feet refuse to move, his gaze so intense on her silky alabaster skin he can't even blink. Just for a moment the image of his fingers sliding away the thin black straps of her bra flashes in his mind. His lips lowering to kiss a path from her shoulders to her neck. How would her sweet voice sound lustfully whispering his name? "Hugue?"

"Hugue?"

"Yes, my lady?" He is quickly thrust from his fantasy by her voice.

"Would you bring me the brush on my nightstand?"

"Of course." he replies, moving to retrieve the slender silver brush, hoping he doesn't sound out of breath. He steps next to her closet and holds out the brush for her to take. "Don't look at her. Don't look." Slanting his vision, his eyes focus on the silky blouse crumpled against the flesh colored carpet. He could look up and see her, but should he? Is that what she wants? Unsure of her motives he continues to stare at the discarded shirt. This is the thing about women that is dangerous. When they know they are beautiful, and they aren't afraid to push a man's buttons. It becomes a dangerous game. "Byakuya doesn't play games. She is clear about everything she does." Hugue bites at his lower lip as he feels her taking the brush from his hand. The closet doorway suddenly seems so constricted. Her body is next to his, and he could step inside and shut the door. He could take her, make love to Byakuya without an ounce of regret. "Is that what she wants?" Flicking his eyes up to meet hers, he can see the intense expression on her flushing cheeks.

Finally his eyes connect to hers. Byakuya's lower lip shakes for a moment. She started this. She did. Now what should she do? Feeling her pulse pounding in her ears, she takes in his pale green eyes looking for interest. "I have to know." They move down her body and back up to her face. Just from the one glance her stomach warms, her lungs gulp for air. "Am I the only one who feels this way?"

The man can tell what is coming and despite his best efforts to remain aloof and disconnected he wants it to happen. Her hand reaches out toward him, the delicate fingertips that played a haunting melody just moments earlier want to touch him. Hugue takes a small step toward her, a tiny chance at finding out what she needs that he might have.

Byakuya leans on her tiptoes and presses a small kiss to his chin. The contact is brief and warm against her lips. He isn't the kind of man you push into anything. If he wants her, Byakuya knows he will do something about it. So instead of brushing her body to his like most women would do, she chooses to wait and see his reaction.

He leans over her, his hand reaching down to slide in her shiny dark hair. Hugue can see the offer dangled before him, he isn't sure why Byakuya has chosen him to do this with. But he is too wrapped up in the delicate fragrance of clementine and pear coming from her bare skin to stop himself. His lips slide over hers light and soft, the groan from his own throat urging him forward. Sounds of her Sonata entice his memory. Delicate and flowing notes trickling through his ears forcing him to fall further under her silent spell. Sliding his hands around her waist he steps further into the closet, her flesh so cool to the touch it makes him shiver. His mouth opens, intensifying the kiss, pressing the wet heat of her lips harder to his. It's clear this is what she needs. Byakuya wants him to lead the kiss, to actually hide in this closet away from everyone and touch her.

His kiss is forceful, deep and so incredible to Byakuya. The sounds of gunfire suddenly erupt from downstairs, Hugue breaks the kiss grabbing a robe from the closet for her to wear. "Please put this on, and find shoes quickly."

Soon as her feet slip inside the pale colored heels he pulls her behind him and looks out the doorway. With no one in sight he dashes across the bedroom into the piano parlor to find his staff resting on the wall near the exit. The sounds of her heels click against the floor as the dash toward the weapon. It was a mistake... he should not have allowed himself to be so careless.

Once near the door he peeks through a crack in the door hearing the popping sounds of gunfire drawing closer. "Your shoes, please my lady." he asks her without taking his eyes off of the end of the hallway and the stairs. Feeling the shoes put in his hand he quickly snaps off the heel of each pump and hands them back to her. "Prepare to move fast." He whispers to her then opens the door with his staff in his hand.

Byakuya is right behind him her feet moving quickly as they run toward the staircase, but suddenly he stops and he grabs her hand jerking her in the opposite direction. Passing the door to the piano room and down to the other end of the hallway they come to a large door leading to a veranda. Her white robe swishes around her legs as the gust of wind blows it back when he opens the door.

"Let's go before they see us."

"You never could hear me coming Hugue." A tall figure steps out of the shadows without waiting he grabs Byakuya and pushes the barrel of his gun to her temple.

"It can't be..." Hugue's eyes grow round in shock as Byakuya looks at him. "Father Antony? Why do you do this?"

"I told you..." The man says lowering the hood of his robe to reveal his face. "You will never be free as long as someone knows your face." Cocking his gun he presses it hard against her head. "Give it to me or she will die. Give me the spear!" Antony repeats angrily.

"This was never about her... it was for my weapon?"

"It's blessed by God! The person who has it is IMMORTAL!" Antony points his gun at Hugue. "Watch... you we see when I pull the trigger."

"No!" Byakuya elbows the man hard, her hands fighting for the pistol. But it's too late he fires and she drops to the carpet.

Hugue's face contorts into a deep anger, his green eyes narrowing. Byakuya was hurt because of him. She had nothing to do with this. Looking down at her pale face, her eyes shut.

"Now you have nothing left that remembers you even existed. But for me."

Hugue's hand tightens around the staff, his eyes staring at the blood tainting the white material of Byakuya's clothes. "Die." he whispers, and the glint of metal flashes as the staff pulls apart revealing a long silver sword.

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Three weeks later;

Byakuya's steps click against the worn tile as she approaches the chapel of the old abandoned hospital. Finding the door open, she steps inside finding Hugue near the alter standing on one hand with his free arm outstretched holding the staff he cherishes. Her eyes stare at the many scares covering his bare back. She understands now why they are there and the life he lived to have so many marks.

Sensing her there he lithely lowers his legs to stand on his feet. His eyes moving over the modest black dress and the large bouquet of red tulips in her arms.

"The door was open. I hope you don't mind?"

"Not at all." Hugue replies, gazing at her long raven hair hugging alabaster skin as it lifts with her steps. She looks good, beautiful, but she has always looked beautiful to him.

"I was on my way to the cemetery and I thought I could lay some flowers here for my father."

"Of course." Stepping to the side he follows her movements simply content to take in her presence after the long weeks of her recovery.

"I take it, you are also fond of tulips, Hugue-san?" she asks setting the flowers down on the place where her father died before making the sign of the cross.

"I am. And something else..." he confesses watching her turn to look at him, the small smile on her face. When this woman is happy it shows everywhere, even her eyes brighten. "My lady."

"I have missed you." Byakuya reaches a hand towards him only to be met by his halfway. "So much."

"Byakuya..." Hugue whispers bringing her hand to his cheek. "Your injury?"

"Only a small scar. Nothing to worr-" Her voice stops from his hands suddenly taking the flowers from her arms. "Hugue.. I'm fine." she tries to tell him only to feel his long fingers sliding the thin black straps from her shoulders.

"I must see for myself." he whispers pressing a kiss to her now bare shoulder blade. Hugue bends on his knees his light green eyes sliding over her body. "Terrible. Wounding something so perfect." he grumbles finding the two inch scar on her stomach. "I should have stopped him quicker."

"It's noth-" Her body flushes hot as his lips slide over the thin scar tissue on her belly. "Ahhh." she moans as his tongue flicks over the tiny wound. Tilting her head she watches fascinated his golden hair dip lower, unable to stop the shivering that suddenly takes over her entire body and grows with each hot, wet caress of his tongue upon her skin. A quiet moan escapes her throat, barely audible in the silence of cold, thick stony walls, Hugue's kisses along the hem of tiny piece of purple-red silk covering her bottom, before tugging at it with his teeth burn a steady path of heat. They softly scrape against Byakuya's lower belly and that's all it takes for her knees to buckle. But those long, strong arms are safely there, ready to catch her before she crumples onto the hard floor, overcome with desire.

Hugue pulls the tiny woman to straddle his lap facing him, feeling the mad pulse of her heartbeat under his finger tips caressing her pale throat. One arm wound around Byakuya's small waist he stands, smiling against her lips when her perfectly smooth legs wrap around his hips and she presses tightly against his warm body. In a few strides he reaches one of the pews, kneeling beside it and laying the tiny woman down. Soft black locks spill over the dark polished wood and across the milky white skin of her fragile shoulders, towards the harden flushed nipples. "You are stunning." he whispers, delighting in the strong contrast of her hair against her flesh. Byakuya's skin softly glows in the light coming in through the tall narrow window and he follows its illuminating path, softly guiding his fingers around her womanly curves and pausing above her fragile collarbone.

"Am I dreaming?" is his first thought, when Byakuya's impatient moves let the smooth white skin glide under his touch. His lips trail from the corner of parted pink lips down her graceful throat, flicking the wet tip lower and towards Byakuya's round breasts.

"Yes." Byakuya's back arches from the hard surface. His thin hot lips close over her hardened nipple, firmly trapping the tiny sensitive flesh in a wet, heated caress. Her fingers twitch with need to touch Hugue in a similar way, but all she can do at the moment is turn her head to the side and press small kisses against the inside of his wrist, while his hand rests on her shoulder. Hearing a sharp intake of breath she smiles knowingly, decided to explore this new sensitive spot a bit more. Licking her lips, she slides them over the soft patch of skin, touching the tip of her tongue to the slightly salty surface, feeling Hugue's fingers tighten and bury into her back as the sensation takes effect. Her whole body hums when his hands start to move again, one closing above her other breast, one splaying on the flat plane of her stomach, causing her anxiousness to rise in expectation of more.

Feeling warm finger tips slide under her panties, she writhes impatiently, trying to help Hugue as he pushes the rest of her clothing down her legs. Her whole body is on fire, when the long, strong fingers travel up her leg and stroke the inside of one perfectly shaped white thigh. All the longing for this man, gathered during her recovery, is now pushing to the surface of her mind. "I missed you so much, Hugue." she sighs deeply, enjoying the warmth spreading through her along with pleasure from his touch. Her legs part for him when his body comes closer, his mouth switches attention toward her other heaving breast. His feathery-light fingers so tenderly explore the velvet between her thighs. The warm steam coming from her parted lips guide him to glide his fingertips over her open pussy lips repeatedly until she grows impatient, pushing her hips against his palm.

Hugue's head lifts at her move, his eyes taking in Byakuya's beautiful flushed face, her eyes darkening with desire, the sound of her quickened breathing. "I love her" he admits, allowing his lips to follow the feminine curve of a pale hip. Wanting to give her more wonderful sensations, he gently tugs her hips to the edge of the long wooden bench, her legs coming spread wide before him. He leans up to claim Byakuya's swollen lips in a deep kiss, her body falling backwards, supported by his hands around her back and bare hips. Their mouths seal together for long unhurried moments, until Hugue's breath becomes short. Lingering to suck at her bottom lip, caressing the tender flesh with his teeth he breathes in a taut breath through his teeth.

Feeling her tiny body arch wordlessly against him, he carefully works two fingers inside her pussy, his eyes growing wide at finding her dripping wet. Licking his lips he kisses a moist path down the white silk of Byakuya's skin, aware that the woman stopped breathing altogether. Pulling the white folds open, he looks amazed on her delicately pink womanhood, her clit glistening with juices, her entrance small and tempting, currently circled by his finger. His tongue flicks across the tiny clit, then licks lower towards the teasing digit, his ears relishing in the sound of Byakuya's ragged panting.

"Hugue!" Her voice is coarse and strained, tinged with pleasure as she arches against his mouth, her one arm braced into the hard seat, the other helplessly buried in Hugue's long hair falling all over her wide spread thighs. His tongue feels hot and wet, stroking her into a high bliss, his breath fanning over her juice-slicked core and she moans loudly when he eases one long finger past her entrance. Her grip in the thick gold locks tightens, causing Hugue to look questioningly up but he doesn't stop the movement inside her.

Higher and higher she easily peaks for him, her body shuttering in a sweet climax.

Blazing into a fiery passion she nudges him to stand, taking a second to swallow on her dry throat at the sight of his half naked figure clad only in soft black leather, of muscles rippling under Hugue's slightly sweaty skin. Her hands do not shake, when she reaches for the belt on his pants, making quick work of freeing his long warm erection and feeling his body freeze under her first curious touch. Ghosting a soft caress up the velvety hardness, she is so caught in learning its shape inch by tortuous inch, fascinated by the glistening drop pooling on its dark red tip that Byakuya doesn't hear the groan escaping his pursed lips. Her small, cold finger tip sweeps the liquid away and into her mouth...

Hugue reacts by clenching his jaw tight. Byakuya's short exploration left him breathless and burning, his cock throbbing and ready, his patience wearing thin... In a flash, their positions are reversed, the echo of Byakuya's surprised yelp still vibrating off the tall walls. His leather outfit now pooling around his ankles, he smiles at Byakuya's expression, while his firm hands on her hips urge her closer, bringing their naked bodies flush together. Her gasp at the unrestrained contact is muffled by his mouth covering her lips with a desperate urge to take the sounds from inside her and into him. He supports her head, holding her in the kiss, while allowing his hard cock to press between her slim thighs and rub against the moist heat of her pussy lips. Soon she becomes unable to control her body anymore, thrusting against him, her tiny cries swallowed with Hugue's kiss.

Barely able to focus because of Byakuya's wetness drenching his length in juice their bodies rub temptingly against each other enjoying that moment before they connect. Byakuya's thin legs come to rest on each side of his hips, he waits to let her center herself with his hands wrapping around her narrow waist.

With her gaze focused on the stunning green of his eyes, her body lowers slowly down and encasing Hugue's cock with her tight wet heat. The green of those eyes... so much like an unending spring, brighten with passion, his expression slightly strained, the hands on her hips steadying her unwaveringly in her descent hold tighter yet.

Byakuya sighs softly, feeling Hugue's girth stretching her inside and enjoying the friction against her inner walls. Bracing on her knees she lifts her body experimentally and lets herself fall back down, gasping again feeling him reach deeper than before. A smile appears on her face, directed at the man, who seems so unwilling to let her go.

As she continues to move on him, the corners of Hugue's lips twist upwards barely enough for anyone to see. Oh yes, he appreciates the sight of Byakuya taking pleasure from him immensely, of her firm round breasts bouncing with each of his thrusts against her moves. Leaving the control to her, he is aching to touch more of the woman's beauty. His hands come to rest on her breasts and stroke the soft flesh lightly, molding their rounded shapes with admiring fingers, tugging on her nipples in synch with Byakuya's movements.

"Oh yesss" she throws her head backwards, overwhelmed by Hugue's sensual encouragement. Her hands wrap around his shoulders, the pace of her movements quickening, her breaths coming short.

"Byakuya!" The man's voice is but a hoarse plea as her sheath fits snugly around his thrusting cock and he can sense she is close. Their bodies move as one, pushing and thrusting and clenching and Byakuya's glowing face looks so amazing to him. Overcome with all the emotions he carries for this woman, he buries his face into the valley between her breasts panting harshly against her sweat covered skin, the control quickly slipping away between his fingers. He is unable to stop and doesn't want to either. With powerful, deep strokes he enjoys the moment when Byakuya's lips part with his name, her voice lilting high as orgasm washes over her and her body tightens around him so much that it almost hurts, bringing him to his own climax. His mouth opens and he whispers Byakuya's name soundlessly, spilling inside her lovely body.

Sensing Byakuya's body go almost limp in his arms, he leans back, pulling the tiny woman with him, leading her head to rest on his shoulder, then pushing her black damp locks from her forehead, kisses her cheeks, brows, closed eye lids and finally those swollen, so very sweet lips. Their hearts beat against each other in mad pace, yet Hugue feels amazingly content staying just like this. Leaning his head back for a second he smiles, feeling Byakuya's lips press tiny kiss into the side of his neck.

"Do we have to say goodbye?" she whispers in his ear to worried to meet his gaze. "Stay with me."

"I will stay with you, my lady."