Piece of S/N - Title, anyone?
Bleach piece of one-shot
Shunsui/Nanao
"And then tell me what you prefer: the feel of skin or paper? The sound of a deep, warm voice or the turning of pages?"
For half a moment, she struggled for words.
"You don't know?" Shunsui stood, still staring, his eyes cutting her with penetrating, invasive warmth. His bright, obnoxious pink haori fell from his shoulders to the ground. "Then let me help you decide."
Regardless of the other emotions coursing through her, Nanao was suddenly very, very aware of the anxiety suddenly at the forefront of her consciousness. And that anxiety was greatly increased when he took a step closer to her. "Kyouraku-taichou," she said, swallowing a bubble of fear, "I... I can answer your question with... no assistance."
"Then why don't you?"
She swallowed again. "I prefer books to 'some' people, sir, but..." He was suddenly right in front of her. "Th-there are some voices I love to hear..." There was no mistaking where the situation was headed, but Nanao wasn't sure if she was ready to let it go down that particular road.
He took her hand and put it up to his chest, right above his heart. "And some skin... you long to touch?"
It shamed her, but her hand trembled on his skin. "Stop it. This - "
"If my Nanao-chan would give me her permission, there is skin I long to touch, as well."
She blushed. "I didn't mean your voice, sir," she whispered heatedly.
"Are you trying to tell me that you're uncomfortable, Nanao-chan? Because I think you're lying; I believe you did mean my voice." He looked down pointedly at the hand on his chest; she quickly drew it away.
"Of course I'm uncomfortable. This is inappropriate and I assure you this is not what I want."
"Then why don't you move away?"
His eyes were hooded and bright, filled with what she joltingly recognized as longing. His whole being was inviting her in; but would there be ramifications? Would she regret it later? Was she even strong enough to say "no" to the plea, naked in his eyes? She didn't want to move away; but it was... it was what she ought to do. Her lips trembled when she spoke, and her voice was light as a breeze. "Because... I am lying."
(-possibly more-)
He tasted like sake: lips, tongue, every inch of soft, warm skin.
Nanao had never loved it more.
***
-written 27 August 2007
And that's it for now, folks.
-ILB
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Shunsui/Nanao
"And then tell me what you prefer: the feel of skin or paper? The sound of a deep, warm voice or the turning of pages?"
For half a moment, she struggled for words.
"You don't know?" Shunsui stood, still staring, his eyes cutting her with penetrating, invasive warmth. His bright, obnoxious pink haori fell from his shoulders to the ground. "Then let me help you decide."
Regardless of the other emotions coursing through her, Nanao was suddenly very, very aware of the anxiety suddenly at the forefront of her consciousness. And that anxiety was greatly increased when he took a step closer to her. "Kyouraku-taichou," she said, swallowing a bubble of fear, "I... I can answer your question with... no assistance."
"Then why don't you?"
She swallowed again. "I prefer books to 'some' people, sir, but..." He was suddenly right in front of her. "Th-there are some voices I love to hear..." There was no mistaking where the situation was headed, but Nanao wasn't sure if she was ready to let it go down that particular road.
He took her hand and put it up to his chest, right above his heart. "And some skin... you long to touch?"
It shamed her, but her hand trembled on his skin. "Stop it. This - "
"If my Nanao-chan would give me her permission, there is skin I long to touch, as well."
She blushed. "I didn't mean your voice, sir," she whispered heatedly.
"Are you trying to tell me that you're uncomfortable, Nanao-chan? Because I think you're lying; I believe you did mean my voice." He looked down pointedly at the hand on his chest; she quickly drew it away.
"Of course I'm uncomfortable. This is inappropriate and I assure you this is not what I want."
"Then why don't you move away?"
His eyes were hooded and bright, filled with what she joltingly recognized as longing. His whole being was inviting her in; but would there be ramifications? Would she regret it later? Was she even strong enough to say "no" to the plea, naked in his eyes? She didn't want to move away; but it was... it was what she ought to do. Her lips trembled when she spoke, and her voice was light as a breeze. "Because... I am lying."
(-possibly more-)
He tasted like sake: lips, tongue, every inch of soft, warm skin.
Nanao had never loved it more.
***
-written 27 August 2007
And that's it for now, folks.
-ILB
***