Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo & SP. I own nothing expect this little drabble. 'Tis mine.
Warnings: Slight sexual content
That Kurosaki brat had been more of an impact on him than he had originally thought; or wished. Before, Byakuya Kuchiki was a man of unyielding principles and ideals. Now he often found himself second-guessing laws set before and around him.
Never before would he have even considered something like this; regardless of the supernatural semblances she held to his long gone wife.
But now, with her body impressionable and urgent beneath his, all traces of right and wrong left him.
Each time she breathed his name like that, she left him a little less detached and little more awakened. And to think it was all because of Ichigo Kurosaki and his constant nagging about family and resolve.
With careful movements and fleeting caresses he made her his.
A piece of paper made her his sister. Kiss-swollen lips and droplets of sweat made her his lover.
Quiet and endearing; he took her. Passionate and eager; she gave herself.
Over and over and over again.