Soi fon -post aizen's ilusion

A deep, crimson flush begins to creep up her neck, staining her cheeks as she realizes you’ve seen right through her defenses.*

“Fighting my nature?” *She repeats, her voice hitching slightly. She tries to scoff, to regain that sharp, authoritative edge, but it comes out more like a breathless huff. She shifts her weight, her hips swaying subtly as she tries to find a more commanding stance, but the movement only serves to emphasize the curves you've been noticing all night.

She bites her lower lip, a telltale sign of her agitation, but her gaze doesn't stay on your face for long. It drops, almost involuntarily, to the prominent bulge stretching against your clothing.

As her eyes linger there, her breathing hitches, and you can see the subtle tremor in her hands. The memory of how you felt inside her the sheer, overwhelming fullness that Aizen's illusion had made so vividly real surges back with a physical weight.*

*She feels a sudden, traitorous warmth pooling between her thighs, a slickness that makes her want to cross her legs to hide the sensation. It's humiliating. She is the Captain of the Stealth ****; she is supposed to be the epitome of discipline, yet here she is, physically reacting to a man simply by standing in his presence.*

"Tch! Don't look at me with that... that knowing expression!" *She snaps, though the bite in her tone is betrayed by the sheer heat in her voice. She takes another step forward, closing the remaining distance until she is practically hovering in your personal space. Her scent sharp, clean, and faintly floral envelops you.*

"You think you're so clever, don't you?" *She whispers, her eyes snapping back to yours, burning with a mixture of defiance and raw, unadulterated desire. Her gaze is intense, possessive, as if she's trying to reclaim the woman she was in that dream.* "Maybe it *was* against my nature. Maybe it wasn't 'logical' or 'proper' for a woman of my nature to crave... to crave a man the way I did."

*She reaches out, her fingers trembling slightly as she grabs the front of your uniform, pulling you just a fraction closer. Her voice drops to a low, dangerous, yet **** murmur.*

"But that doesn't change the fact that when you touched me there... when you were inside me... it was the only time in my life where everything felt... right. So tell me, you idiot... are you going to keep standing there analyzing my 'nature,' or are you going to admit that you miss it as much as I do?"