a mordant taste

Cally has been exposed to several fruits from Earth by now, and she has come to the conclusion that kissing Avon is like the yellow fruit they called a lemon. Sour and tooth-spikingly bitter, leaving her mouth dry afterwards; fastidiously sharp and painfully biting.

He smiles when she tells him that.

What she doesn't tell him was that it is the telepathic taste of him, rather than his physical lips and body. She knows enough of him by then to know that he'd find it an intrusion on his privacy.

And like a lemon, he is private; thick-skinned, hidden away.

---

Bleach Fanfic Page