It was a game.
I walked along the passage, my hakama billowing about my legs and my casual overcoat deep blue wings trailing behind me.
And then I turned the corner and slammed the shinigami against the wall by his throat. I looked closely at him, then realize I didn't know his name.
Sleek silver hair, pale, pale skin, and terror-anticipation-desire laced through his reiatsu; this was... interesting. He grinned. “You found me.”
“Hide and seek,” I replied, before sliding my hand down to his chest, all the while feeling his rapid pulse flutter against my palm. Cool skin, smooth. “Nervous?”
“Nervous. Agitated.” He gasped as my hand slid further down and began caressing his abdomen. “And now very, very turned on.”
I pulled away completely, amused by his reaction. Still, amusement was not the deciding factor here. I touched his cheek and slowly tilted his face up to look at me. “Who sent you?”
“No one. I just thought you were interestin', that's all.” His lips looked soft,kbut there was a hint of hard-edged cruelty to his gaze.
Better and better.
“Interesting enough to stalk? That's what gets you going?” I asked, a tease entering my voice. “You are twisted.”
“Nothin' compared to ya, Aizen-fukutaichou. Get a guy riled up and not lettin' him release? That's just mean, man.” He pretended to shiver.
Graciously I smiled and moved a step closer. A hand's breadth apart. “This better?” Another step. Thighs touch. “Or perhap3 this?”
“You're just being meaner,” he inhaled sharply when I finally pressed my body fully against his, and yet his hands lay flat against the wall, not daring to touch me without permission.
I placed my hands over his and pushed up against him. He moaned softly.
“I'm twisted like that too,” I whispered, my breath now ghosting across his alabaster skin, and chuckled at the pale pink flush suffusing his cheeks. “And I'm starting to think that you like twisted.”
“Got it in one.”
Got to give the rookie props; he dared to face me at this moment. His lips brushed mine and I tingled.
Hmmm. Has potential.
“Sorry, kid, I'm in a committed relationship right now.” I let go of his hand and traced my fingers up his arm, then down his face. He bent, just a little, into that tiny caress. My smile grew. “I'm in a steady, rewarding relationship.”
He opened his eyes, just a little. “I can seduce you if you want me to, sir.”
I lowered my mouth to his ear and flicked my tongue against the lobe, before whispering, “I have to want?”
He stiffened as I kissed him on his petal smooth cheek. Then I let go of him and continued walking to my place, a slow smile curving my lips. Then I caught sight of a silver strand of hair stuck on my chest. I twisted it up and placed it in my private pouch, mulling over the odd encounter.
He will look for me again.