Touching You Slowly (Stormy Nights)

Chapter 3

Pressed under the light touch of Rukia's hand, Byakuya complied with her silent instructions to lie back. Flat on his back, he watches her movements with anticipation, curiosity, and not a little doubt. Aside from the fact that he wasn't drunk enough anymore to still blame his actions on the alcohol, what about Rukia? 

She could have fought off his advances at any time and he couldn't have blamed her. It wasn't like he had mistaken her for his late wife-no matter how similar they were in appearance. They'd never had any secret liaisons or expressed anything outside of an awkward relationship with him mainly avoiding her due to his attempts at suppressing his feelings as much as possible. 

Did she believe that this was all a foregone conclusion because of who he is? He couldn't suppress the thoughts bubbling up that because of his status, did she think that its better to just take whatever he thrust upon her because if she did fight him off there would be no justice on her part in the end, being that he, her 'brother' is the Head of the Clan and her words would mean nothing if his actions were to be called into question?

Yes. Yes, that's exactly right, isn't it?  He thought, germinating the seeds of doubt in his mind to full bloom.

Because, of course, no matter how much she is a Kuchiki now, in the eyes of any truly born blue-blood, she's still the churl he adopted from the slums. No matter what she accomplished, they would never see past that. 

Suddenly, Byakuya felt ashamed, the weight of it crushing him. How could he have allowed this to happen?  

I gave into my selfishness. I allowed my higher faculties to be clouded by drink and excuses. Weakness!  His thoughts blackened with laced venom for his actions.

Because of his selfish needs, the nobles and the council will tear her to bits for this, uncaring of what the situation was at the time. He can already hear their scathing remarks whispering to one another while smiling in his presence, trying to curry his favor. 

She's work so hard, too. How selfish is it of him to do this to her?

Unimaginable selfish!

Rukia was climbing over him and Byakuya found himself caught in the middle of a tug-of-war. Internally, he wanted to stop her here and now but her shy smile was chasing the fight away from his mind. Was that smoldering desire lighting up her blue eyes born from sincerity. Was it as raw and demanding and consuming for her as much as it's been burning inside him for decades? Clawing at his insides? 

Probably not. Maybe just put there to hide what she really feels about all this. After so many years dealing with the scheming nobility and coquettish women, it was difficult for him not to regress into thought patterns like these. Among the many reasons he's hidden his feelings for so long because it's so damn complicated many would never understand.

Foolish Byakuya! He admonishes himself once again trying to ignore the untamed ferocity of his needs for her now roaring at the fore and unmatched even with everything that his responsible side was trying to tell him. With everything he knows will happen if he didn't stop them right now.

Without his consent, his right hand flew up and grasp her shoulder just as the delicious feel of her bottom rested on his throbbing, aching shaft. Byakuya released an involuntary groan, whimpering softly as he arches his back, undulating insistently from the frenzy of sensations coalescing in his body, threatening to overrule his sobering judgment just from her straddling him. Breathes shallowing from the mere feel of her on top of him, pleasantly resting her body like he's glimpsed in his fantasies. Damn it! His fantasies were watered-down in comparison.

How can this be wrong when it feels so fucking wondrous? Why shouldn't he have this? He wasn't even inside her, just the contact of their skins like this had him closing his eyes, his bottom lip capture in his teeth against the purest pleasure he's ever felt, against the words paused at his throat, a breath from his tongue.