Hokay, an attempt at something pretty cheesey. Well, enjoy:D

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It must've been the soft touch of her fingers against your cheek.

Or maybe the smell of her sweetness that filled your lungs, slowly, bringing shivers of delight upon your scarred skin.

Even the shape of her nose has gotten you're attention, its roundness too perfect on that snow-white face of hers.

Whatever it was--when your eyes met with hers, those glamorous deep purple-blue--a skip of the heart was all that was needed, and your mind's running, racing, crying out for more, a need as desperate as a baby's whine.

Then your words stumble, one upon the other, like a broken chain of a once syndicated running cycle--

The strands of her raven hair tickle your face--

You try, so hard, to utter those words, those words that have been lingering in your mind, trying to escape from that stubborn throat of yours, straining between the will of your mind and the instinct of your heart, the one that would forever separate the telltale bond of what makes a friend, and what makes a lover.

A lean in,

a touching of lips,

the softness of the tongue,

wisp of her breathe against yours,

a taste of bliss never experienced before.

You hadn't noticed when her lips parted from yours. You let your mind wander for a second to all the new beauties in life you've only seen in films and magazines, that no-good fiction, the imaginative wonderland of happiness, the unregarded realm of pretense;

--The bright smile of welcome that'll await for you after a long day's absence;

--The hug against a beating heart of another's, your one and only, the person most fitted for you and only you;

--The treasure of the joining of your love made physical, a realm of pleasure that would never fade from memory;

--The knowledge that your heart was hers, and her heart was yours to keep, safe, forever, within each other's spirits;

Life.

Beauty.

Love.

You open your eyes, half lidded, amber gentle, twinkling with the look of love and lust combined—

And your mind stops its churning. It gives in now, the heart golden and won.

It's easy now isn't it?

"…Rukia?"

Because you know you want to try at this, even if it might give way to fail.

"Yes?"

Because you know that the greatest pain would be that one regret--

so you say those words--

"I love you."

And hold your breath. No need.

Because that touch, that kiss, that blessing had said it all.

"I love you too, Ichigo."