Prompt: Bleach - Gin/Rangiku - silk, the outdoors - like some elegiac poem for love already lost in its enactment Word count: 238
She is surprised, when she meets him again, how easily she rediscovers surrender.
She has never been blind to Gin, who he is, what he is, how easily he takes her apart, how easily he might not put her back together again. But somehow all her lessons in wariness and strategy flee in the face of his slow, too-cheerful smile. She is left only with the bare bones of her desire, and she wants to run to him like the child who ever learned her lesson no matter how times she watched his back recede.
The silk is a poem around her wrists, an unfinished phrase, the softness of his voice in the velvet midnight. His lips touch her cheek, and he is smiling a different kind of smile as he twines his fingers through her hair. "You waited for me?" He asks, doesn't want for an answer, smiling with a childish satisfaction as he tips her head back and touches his mouth to her throat. "Ah." The tree against her back, wet grass against her bare thighs, the chill whisper of the stars; she is no longer alone, she is so long gone from rescue.
Sometimes, bemused and resigned, she is certain she will never find the way back. As his hand slides up her thighs, long fingers stroking her skin, and he nuzzles his head into her throat like an affectionate cat, she is almost content with the thought.