Requested by The Crazy Chick In Black- thank you
You know that you are not alone,
I need you like water in my lungs
- Brand New
Aaroniero x Rukia
S.O.S
Her fingertips left messages on his skin, bruising his back as he entered her unprepared, filling her with pain and heat. Save our soul, the bruises read, if you knew how to read them, but it was a sick obsession for her, and she never wanted to let go of him. He was all that she had left of a man long dead, and she made sure not to look in his eyes, because there was a cold regard in there that did not belong to the face.
Save me.
His skin was always had that frosted feeling of midwinter, but his touches always burned: there was no comfort in his embraces, only the certainty that he was there, and that, she knew, was not so much of a comfort at all.
They glowed in the darkness, their skin white and eerily beautiful, too bright for the shadows but that did not matter, because black and white were only concepts- how could anyone regard aesthetics as important? How could they mean anything when this man in front of her looked so much like her former love, and yet at the same time was not?
Hold me.
His mouth dug deep into hers as if he was trying to suffocate her, and maybe he was, for he had no way to grasp the idea of tenderness, only the lingering memories of those he had consumed, and those were confused, and he could make little sense of them. The only thing he understood was that when her nails bit his skin she wanted more, and when she closed her eyes it was because she was too immersed in what he was doing, and he no longer had to keep up the pretence of that shinigami.
She whispered the name of the face he wore as she came, and he shuddered over her, pleasure wracking through a borrowed body.
Kiss me.
He could be the death of her.
She thought that it might be punishment enough, for the crime of desecrating Kaien's memory.
Kill me.