Sugar Streak

Flames Unattended

Such a foreign familiarity, she thought, in the way he held her, touched her. The close to empty bottle on the table had been knocked to the floor, his chair skating backward a few inches when her body found his. Her arms draped around his slim shoulders, his falling to her curved hips. Their heated breaths mingled, exhaling, of only for a moment, all the pain and worry that had befallen the pair of late.

Maybe it wasn't the best thing for either, but as dizzied minds reeled with confusion they understood that they both needed something. They both needed this.

To forget.

An odd couple, certainly. Of all the people Rangiku had been seen with, he was seemingly the least compatible, but if they shared nothing else, only they could perceive eachother's feelings. They had both been left behind by the only person who had ever meant so much to them: that same secretive bastard who seemed to keep their trust with such a lack of effort, even when they knew of his sins. Her body now answered as it always to those slender fingers, unable to hold back the sighs that had always ignited a mocking smile.

"Ran-"

Izuru's whisper was hushed as she leant back to shed her clothes, her alcohol-dimmed reflexes causing her to fall to the floor, dragging him with her to land precariously between her thighs. His pale blond hair now stuck to his flushed face in tendrils, he dragged his tongue over her stomach making her shuddering gasps all that mattered. One rather disorientating moment where the room seemed to spin before his bare back hit the floor and his stuttered attempted at speech was this time silenced by her lips on his.

A kiss that told of love and admiration, of deceit and wondering; it spoke of past passion and current need for something to ease the loneliness and incessant pondering on regret. His tongue met hers with an unabashed moan that could certainly be blamed on excessive drinking. Hands reached for any piece of skin exposed with a brazen lust that they now barely noticed, Izuru's lips dropping briefly to her neck before she tilted his chin up to meet her mouth again.

As at last their worlds seemed to turn only around eachother, they could finally forget their longing for touches that declared lacklustre possession, for taunting chuckles and the few seconds where a grin gave way to an open-mouthed pant. His hands tangled in her hair, her left holding the back of his head, pulling him ever closer as her right traced over his chest. She nipped at his lower lip, feeling his hands slide lower down the arc of her back, continuing with yet more fervour.

They broke apart only when their hasty breaths ran low and the need for air overrode their passion.

"I'm sor-" he began to apologise, but her fingers fell to press his lips closed.

"Izuru," she whispered, her voice sobering suddenly, "don't."

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My chapters are getting rather long. They were supposed to be drabbles, damnit! I wrote this one on holiday with the in-laws. It's not my best work, but I don't think it's bad at all.