Yoruichi By Theobrobine Today

He swallowed. Her touch was electric, leaving a trail of heat through his shihakusho.

“To train you.” Her smile widened, sharp and lovely. “You rely too much on that bankai. You’ve forgotten the body. The dance .” She spun away, a fluid motion that made her hair flare out like a banner of midnight. She landed in a half-crouch, one hand on the ground, the other extended toward him. A panther posing for an artist who understood anatomy and desire in equal measure. “Come. Hit me if you can.” yoruichi by theobrobine

The voice came from everywhere and nowhere. Low, amused, honeyed like spiced rum. He swallowed

She walked toward him, slow and deliberate. Her hand came up, palm flat against his chest, over his heart. “You rely too much on that bankai