Dancing with the King Chapter Three
Title: Dancing with the King Chapter Three: Dancing
Characters/Pairings: Rukia/Ichigo
Word Count: 4,267
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Finally! Sex! Oral, reiatsu!play.
Summary: TAKE #1a - The first alternating lemony scene 4 my FF " The_King's_Eyes." It'll prolly B confusing if U don't read it first. Ichigo pays Rukia a visit @ our favorite shinigami shouten. Eventually an Ichi/Rukia LEMON. A bit of Ichi/Hime fluff only in beg.
Disclaimer: Don't own Bleach or any of the characters, I just lock myself in my room and make them bend to my muse's will.
If you missed it here's chapter one - The_Star_&_The_Strawberry
and chapter two - A_Star's_Absolution
Dancing
I couldn't help the relieved smile and I continued down and my movement caught Ichigo's undivided attention.
"How did you do that earlier, with your reiatsu?" Ichigo asked as he put two and two together, my eager grin and the new position I had taken, one knee pressing into the futon between his legs, the other on the outside straddling his lower thigh.
By the time he thought to protest I'd already had my lips lowered into place, my tongue twirling teasingly under the head of his penis.
"Practice it on yourself first…may I suggest a nipple?" I murmured around him and his eyes fluttered shut with a groan. I only played a moment there before moving more past my lips.
"Shit! Rukia…" Ichigo continued in a hiss of other curses.
I hummed in answer and suddenly his long fingers were deep in my hair, both hands cupping the back of my head. There was no push downward or tug upward so I continued down, letting my tongue make Ichigo moan another curse and a litany of approval.
Disappointed to find him hitting the back of my throat so soon I moved my hands to squeeze the rest. It only took a few strokes before his reiatsu spiked and I felt his hands trying to pull my mouth away.
"Rukia, stop-"
I let a growl vibrate along his length as I started caressing him with my reiatsu. His body shuddered and I felt him tighten in my hands.
I leaned forward and felt his body spasm, driving him deeper and I fought not to gag. As my throat tightened I heard him bark out my name in surprise and then he was spilling down my throat. I swallowed him down and his reaction was a pleading whimper as the muscles in my throat drove him through another unexpected wave of pleasure.
"Shit I'm sorry," He started and I lifted my head, my lips caressing up as I let him leave my mouth, my tongue sliding along making him shiver. He was looking down at me, his brown eyes startled as I sent him a heated look my fingers squeezing into his scrotum. I could tell that the pressure of my fingers-as intended-was distracting, but he was more concerned with what he probably considered a lack of stamina. I was getting tired of apologies.
"Now what for?" I murmured running my tongue over my lips and smacking them together as if searching for leftovers. His eyes locked onto the motion and I smiled and finally released him.
"I…" He glanced down at his groin and then back up at me. I shook my head with a few clicks of my tongue in disapproval and thought about telling him, with Sode no Shirayuki's help concerning his hollow; we now had all the time in the world. I was beyond grateful for my zanpakutō's help; I'd be pretty pissed if Ichigo decided to leave for my own safety's sake again, especially now!
"Prove it," I murmured as he hesitated to repeat things that had made me quite furious earlier, smart boy.
"How?"
"Make me come." I only had a moment to chuckle inwardly to myself at the dark flash of lust in his beautiful eyes before he sat up and wrapped his fingers around my upper arms and pull me back toward the head of the futon. When I gave a light-hearted struggle he bent his leg, his knee pressing between my legs and I rode it until I was firmly pressed torso-to-torso, our lips meeting.
"I don't know if I can…I mean with my reiatsu-I-" His blush made me kiss him, I couldn't help it, and it took him by surprise. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You don't have to do anything," I reassured him. "Just…don't keep it bottled in."
"That's not hard for me to do," He scoffed in a self-deprecating tone.
I stopped focusing my reiatsu into doing anything in particular and let it relax against his and I watched his eyes close slowly as it mingled easily with his now that he wasn't doing anything consciously with it as well. "It feels good as long as you're not angry, or filling it with a killing intent to fight." I didn't mention-this time-that the prickly rush of angry reiatsu wasn't all that bad either in certain circumstances.
"Good," I leaned back, only enough to run a fingernail idly around his nipple. "Do you need any other suggestions?"
With an eyebrow arched high a wicked grin curved Ichigo's lips, I was sure he didn't want me to notice the blush, but notice it I did. "Suggestion, eh? Be my guest."
I laughed softly and he lowered his gaze, the blush growing darker. I was glad it was only me in my head as I chastised myself for coming back to corrupting this poor young man. Poor boy, I thought drily to myself, missing the titter of laughter I no doubt would have gotten from Sode no Shirayuki.
Ichigo took me by surprise, and before I could counter I found myself pressed into the downy softness of the futon. I could barely contain the moan that rose at the warm weight of his body, as he settled between my legs. I had made the correct assumption earlier when I guessed Ichigo's youthful vigor would come into play. I had to bite my lower lip to contain the rumbling moan that rose as he pressed against me, already well on his way to being hard again.
I'm sure he was expecting a vocal suggestion, but as his silken hardness pressed against me my body made the suggestion. My hips rolled, toes curling in the blankets as I braced my feet for leverage and I slid along his length. I heard him grunt a curse and his hips dipped the head of his penis sliding again; if he angled his hips he would have been inside me.
I didn't have time to wonder at his original intention, as he pulled his hips back again and moved against me again. His hands slipped gently along my hips, as if trying to get me to lie still. I fought the urge to meet his teasing thrusts, and I was rewarded as one of my nipples was treated to the rough skin of his palm as he cupped one breast.
After only a moment I found myself growling, "Harder." I wasn't sure which I meant, but his attentions were almost too gentle. I mentally slapped myself and reminded myself that he didn't know how to touch a woman.
Our eyes met and I could see the uncertainty under the lust pooled in his warm brown eyes. I moved my hands from the fists clenched in the blanket to capture his head by way of his ears so I could pull him down for a kiss. One couldn't tell just how timid he was by his kiss, there was definitely a difference between the areas in which he was confident and not.
I was embarrassed to lose myself enough for a moan to slip past where his mouth devoured mine, a kiss? Shit Rukia it's just a kiss! My fingers tightened in his hair as I felt his lips start to withdraw and I felt rather than heard him chuckle as his teeth captured my bottom lip. He pulled another moan from me as he pulled back, teeth scraping.
"You're not nearly as bossy as I thought you'd be," He murmured and the moment the fire of outrage hit my eyes I saw his lips curl up in another wicked smile. He ducked forward, his lips trailing down my jaw to find my ear, were he spend a considerable amount of time tracing the folds with the tip of his tongue before breathing hot along my earlobe and neck. "Are you sure you don't wanna tell me what to do to you…Rukia?"
I know what I wanted to tell him to do, fuck me Ichigo, now...now...ugh, now! I winced as in my attempt to keep my vulgar suggestion to myself I bit down too hard on my bottom lip. I didn't suppress a whimper as I felt his body move away and my hands flew down to manage a wide-fingered grip on each butt cheek.
I felt his fingers tickle along my knee, caressing upward and in to the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. "What?" He murmured and I tore my gaze away from his fingers to find his eyes eager to meet mine. "What do you want Rukia?"
My eyes slammed shut as his fingers moved to tease my clit, but just as quickly moved back to running lazy circles on my skin. "Touch me!" I growled and he merely chuckled in response, pulling out of my arms. "Ichigo?" I barely kept my voice from whining as his fingers slid back down my leg to my knee.
I opened my eyes in time to look down and catch his dark gaze, his brilliant head ducking forward so his tongue could flicker out to taste me. As my legs started to squeeze inward his hand pressed down on my knee throwing me off balance. I threw my hands out and pushed into the futon to catch my balance, back arching as he latched onto my clit. His other hand moved to join him, his fingertips delving inside, sliding deeper as his tongue drove me faster toward the edge that I thought possible.
"Yes!" Tore out of my lips in a gasp of air that slipped right back out as a needy moan.
I might have stood a chance had he stopped there, but he always had to surprise me, go that extra unexpected step. I hadn't noticed him trying anything specific with his reiatsu like I'd suggested, but I do believe I was much too distracted at that moment to focus on anything but that mouth.
Ichigo proceeded to scatter my thus far collected wits by concentrating his spiritual pressure where he stroked. I felt the sharp buzz of his reiatsu as it seemed to make the girth of his fingers much wider, the lap of his tongue rougher, electrified.
"FuckyesIchigo!" Pushed out of my lips and I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that I was about to pull two fistfuls of orange hair out of Ichigo's head. I don't remember moving my hands but I seriously can't be blamed as the climax he drove me to turned me inside out.
His fingers were confident, didn't stop slipping in and out of me as I spasmed around his fingers, trying to pull him inside and keep him there. The stimulation of his spiritual pressure expanded and rubbed inside me driving me crazy, making the ripples of pleasure continue until I was trembling. My eyes kept his as long as I could hold them open, drinking in the proof of his natural aptitude to play my body like a musical instrument.
Good. It wasn't just the hollow.
As we both went still his lips moved to kiss my inner thigh, resting his lips against the tender flesh, hot breath still panting hotly out of his nose and down my leg. I shivered as he moved his hands up the outsides of my thighs until he could slip his hands underneath me to cup my ass. "You okay?" Whispered out over my skin and I shivered again, and focused on making my grip on his hair slacken.
"Ba-ka..." I was able to pant, losing my grip as he tilted his head upward so that I could see the scowl on his face. I wasn't ashamed to notice instead that arousal had blown his pupils. "Of course..."
"Brat," Ichigo barked without malice, there was an actual upward tilt to one corner of his lips. "I meant my reiatsu..." His meaning was quite obvious as he paused and his sweet face blushed. "It wasn't too much?"
"No! Oh, no, no, no..." I murmured in a pleased purr, eyelids fluttering closed as I let myself savor the afterglow of one of the best orgasms I'd experienced. I decided after a few moments of debate not to tell him this, even if I'm pretty sure I'd get a full out smile from him.
Men and their egos you know.
"Good," I heard Ichigo growl and I opened my eyes as I felt his body move over me, his skin and reiatsu brushing along mine. Ichigo's hands lifted me as he slid closer between my legs, his erection hard and straining as it rubbed against me. "Ready for round two?"
His hands pressed into the futon on either side of my head as he curled his hips and created a slippery friction between us that drove the lethargic afterglow straight out of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and lifted my arms to curl them around the back of his shoulders. "Sit back," I ordered him and he slipped a hand under the small of my back so that he could lift me with him as he sat up, his other hand moved to brace in the futon behind him.
"Fuck, Rukia..." Ichigo's voice came out barely above a whisper, and the only reason I heard it was because by now his hungry mouth was pressed into the side of my neck. I heard the nervous excitement in every huffed syllable. His hips bucked upward, but he was still sandwiched against me so only succeeded in producing more of that maddening friction.
"Yes..." I agreed as I uncurled my legs from around him so I could push my feet into the blankets so I could lift myself up off of him enough so that he could angle his hips up. I kept an arm curled tightly around him but the other I made sure to slip between us so I could hold him steady as I lowered slowly back into his lap. "Oh-" I let out in a strange gasping moan as he went very still, his muscles straining, dark eyes locked between us where he was disappearing inside me. Watching and letting me do the work.
I realized he was letting me go at my own pace, I was built small, he was not. I could feel the coil in his muscles, as my steadying hand moved around to press into the small of his back, I could feel him holding himself in check. I didn't have a problem after the orgasm he'd hit me with, there was more than enough lubricant and I was kind of surprised-but mostly fucking happy-that all of him fit. As I felt him press against my limits I stopped, giving a small wiggle of my hips to settle more comfortably in his lap.
The move treated me to the sight of Ichigo's head lolling back on his shoulders so he could aim his needy moan at the ceiling. I liked the sight, but didn't like missing the expression that went with that sound. "Oh fuck Rukia-you feel..." I interrupted him with a kiss and I curled my toes into the blankets of the futon so I could use my legs to push back up and halfway off his cock. More obscenities spilled out instead and his hips snapped up to drive himself firmly back inside.
"How?" I managed to moan, I wasn't sure it was even coherent until he actually answered.
"Fuckin' hot..."
"Good?"
"Yess," Hissed out as we finally found our rhythm. His fingers dug into my hip but didn't bother to attempt guiding me; I honestly had no problem showing him how to drive me crazy.
Masochist I suppose.
I'm saving most of the more kinky stuff for another day.
This time...It's different than any others. It could be so many things.
Only Time. Last Time. First Time.
Before I could start thinking (thinking-honestly) Ichigo adjusted the buck of his hips until he pulled almost all the way out before snapping up and deep inside. "So tight Rukia...HmgRukia areyousure-"
"Yes, yes, yes...Ichigo faster?"
"Faster?" Ichigo pulled back from putting Hichigo's mark to shame on my neck. The scowl on his face didn't slow my rhythm, it just might have sped it up.
"Can't go faster?" I teased and the next sound I made was less dignified, something like a yelp as he bucked me off and I landed on the futon, pillows under my shoulders, my head hanging off the edge of the futon.
"Like this," Ichigo answered with a small sure nod of his head, crawling over me again his hands flat on the floor under my head, forearms bracing my shoulders as he slid right back inside me. "Okay?"
I only nodded as he didn't delay getting back up to speed. I could only moan brokenly as he showed me how fast he could drive into me...drive me to the edge.
When his thrusts came harder, I curled my hips up into his movements. "Fuck," Ichigo gasped and his rhythm skipped as I focused my tingling spiritual pressure to press into his perineum.
"Yes," I moaned and I could feel through the intent of his reiatsu (I was swimming in it) that only a little more stimulation and he'd explode.
If this is the only time we can...
I nudge with a tendril of reiatsu even as he continued to drive inside me. I was almost undone as Ichigo countered by pressing his reiatsu inside along with his hot silken length. "Ichigo!" My body bowed up into his, pressing our torso together at the sensation of his aroused reiatsu rubbing inside me, reaching where he physically couldn't.
"Ya like that huh?" Ichigo panted in a pleased growl.
"Yes," I answered, knowing it would please him even more to hear it. "Harder...and you'll make me commm-" I bit off the moan as suddenly the best idea came to me.
I tried my best to concentrate to keep my questing reiatsu as gentle as I could as I slid it further back. Even though it was hardly enough to feel intrusive Ichigo's body still stiffened in uncertainty.
"Ichigo..." I crooned as his movements slowed. He met my gaze again and I was sure he hated the blush on his cheeks. I loved it. I caught my bottom lip to keep myself from telling him, or cursing as he slowed to a stop half-inside me.
Instead I ignored the blushing body language and gave his entrance a rub.
"Ngh-Not cool-" He tried to yelp but the rock of his hips (against my reiatsu) belayed his protest.
"Ichigo...two things," I gave a buck of my hips and his curled away from the reiatsu and into me. "Fuck me."
"And?" He lifted an orange eyebrow as he withdrew and slowly eased back inside.
"Trust me."
"With my life."
I saw another blush and was pretty sure he hadn't meant to say that part out loud. I gave another little rub back and forth, this time as a distraction while I found his prostate without telling him about it. Just a gentle trickle of reiatsu inside. Ichigo was focused on his thrust, my hips' counter, my body and the hot, wet slid of his cock...
I'll be honest, my mind was preoccupied too.
The softest nudge of my reiatsu to Ichigo's prostate and our bodies came together with a hard fleshy smack as he whimpered curses that would have made his hollow proud along the skin of my neck. Ichigo went very still, pressed deep inside me, panting into my hair.
"Again?" I teased.
"You do that again...'nd...it's gonna make me come," He grunted out in ragged gasps.
"Oh goodie," I hummed. "Then you'd better mo-"
I didn't even get to finish the sentence. Ichigo lifted his hips and I could only hold on as he hammered back in. I also managed to remind Ichigo just how much I like what he's doing, vocally and at full volume. The reiatsu and the fast and hard tempo of his thrusts were just perfect enough to quickly become too much for me.
"Ichigo..." I whined as I caught the lusty bright eyes with a wrinkle between his eyebrows that had nothing to do with a scowl.
"Rukia?" He managed to grunt.
"Come with me."
"Lemme know when you-"
I didn't have the wherewithal to tell him "rightthefucknow," before my climax took words from my brain altogether. The sudden wave of pleasure made my attempt at another gentle rub to his prostate into an overwhelming nudge.
"Fuck!" Ichigo's hips slammed into mine only screwing up the rhythm a moment as he followed me headlong into climax.
I gave an echo of his curse in surprise when Ichigo's teeth sunk into my neck. My muscles went taut as the bite hit some button I was unaware of, sending my downward spiral back up in an intense wave.
...
"Rukia?" Ichigo's concerned whisper intruded on my numb brain.
I passed out? Whoa...
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, I always pass out after sex."
"Really?"
I let my eyes flutter open and there's the scowl I love. "No, but I'm fine." Even if I can feel a blush burning my face. "Better than that."
I noticed I had been out long enough for Ichigo to move me back onto the futon. He was still halfway on top of me but we were both under the blankets now. "You?"
"Fuck Rukia," Ichigo rolled onto his back and I grinned as I watched. "I don't think I've ever come that hard."
"No copying my lines Kurosaki," I teased, moving one leg until my heel knocked into his shin.
"Brat," He laughed and lifted his leg to rub his shin. "You want me to lie about it?"
I was about to tell him what really wanted him to do-repeat performance-when a familiar voice purred.
Rukia-sama I have sensed the return of the Urahara-san and the others. Sode no Shirayuki's thoughts sounded just as debauched as I felt. I grinned as I met Ichigo's quizzical expression, basically a scowl with one eyebrow more arched than the other. "I want you to hold me."
I felt his arm curl around my shoulders trying to roll me toward his chest but I grabbed his other arm and pulled it around my waist as I rolled away until we were spooned together Ichigo's front pressed firmly to my back. "Like this. Got it?"
Both of Ichigo's arms curled tight around me and pulled me closer, lips pressed to the tender bite mark he'd left on my neck. His lips vibrated as he hummed, "Mm-hm."
My eyes drifted closed as the warmth of his arms made me feel safe. The warm buzz of his spiritual pressure lulled me to the edge of sleep.
We were both quiet for a long time before I heard him murmur, "I'm so sorry, Rukia..." His lips moved tenderly over the back of my neck like a string of kisses. "I love you...m'such a selfish bastard..."
I figured he meant that last part for himself. I really didn't want to rouse myself enough to be indignant so it was easier. I'd always had a hard time falling asleep, probably because of my childhood, so this peaceful afterglow lethargy was a great gift indeed.
"...Love you baka..." I managed before succumbing to the magic of his arms.
#
Somehow I should have expected Ichigo to leave. Sode no Shirayuki said she distracted the hollow but not for more than a few precious hours.
She apologized for not manipulating a promise to behave from the hollow. He probably would have given me anything.
I didn't accept the apology and told her that I could never ask her to do such a horrible thing. The wistful feel to her thoughts told me my zanpakutō had been affected by Hichigo just like I had been.
Ichigo was hard not to love damn it.
What does the hollow look like? I asked as I sniffed at the spot where his spiky orange head had rested. I pictured a horrible tentacled thing like the beast that had taken Kaien.
Just like Ichigo, only done in white.
Once again there was that wistful tone to her thoughts and I knew exactly why she might long for Ichigo's hollow. What the shinigami loved their zanpakutō loved. And ironically Sode no Shirayuki was me done in white.
"Neesan?"
At first I ignored the whisper, wondering how far gone I was that Kon could sneak up on me. Then I gave a long sigh and muttered, "What Kon?"
"I was wonderin' if..." He trailed off and I wondered at the subdued sound of his voice. He was usually vehement about even the littlest of details. "I don't wanna bug ya, but I..."
I rolled over so I could see him standing in his plushie body a few feet from the futon. His head was bowed, eyes fascinated with the pattern of the floor at his feet. "Kon?" At the change in my voice he looked up just as I reached out and grabbed him to pull him closer. I rolled back over and he gave a startled shout as I tucked him into my chest and squeezed him close.
Silence reigned for a few moments, but the bigmouth never stayed quiet for long. "You okay Neesan?"
"I'm fine," I lied and I knew he could tell. "Where have you been?"
A/N: Oh and where exactly has Kon been? Um, drinkin' sake with Orhime. Wut? Believe it " Drinking_with_the_King". Read it. Review. Oh and review this one while you at it, might as well do it now while the story is fresh, get it outta the way, ne?
Characters/Pairings: Rukia/Ichigo
Word Count: 4,267
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Finally! Sex! Oral, reiatsu!play.
Summary: TAKE #1a - The first alternating lemony scene 4 my FF " The_King's_Eyes." It'll prolly B confusing if U don't read it first. Ichigo pays Rukia a visit @ our favorite shinigami shouten. Eventually an Ichi/Rukia LEMON. A bit of Ichi/Hime fluff only in beg.
Disclaimer: Don't own Bleach or any of the characters, I just lock myself in my room and make them bend to my muse's will.
If you missed it here's chapter one - The_Star_&_The_Strawberry
and chapter two - A_Star's_Absolution
Dancing
I couldn't help the relieved smile and I continued down and my movement caught Ichigo's undivided attention.
"How did you do that earlier, with your reiatsu?" Ichigo asked as he put two and two together, my eager grin and the new position I had taken, one knee pressing into the futon between his legs, the other on the outside straddling his lower thigh.
By the time he thought to protest I'd already had my lips lowered into place, my tongue twirling teasingly under the head of his penis.
"Practice it on yourself first…may I suggest a nipple?" I murmured around him and his eyes fluttered shut with a groan. I only played a moment there before moving more past my lips.
"Shit! Rukia…" Ichigo continued in a hiss of other curses.
I hummed in answer and suddenly his long fingers were deep in my hair, both hands cupping the back of my head. There was no push downward or tug upward so I continued down, letting my tongue make Ichigo moan another curse and a litany of approval.
Disappointed to find him hitting the back of my throat so soon I moved my hands to squeeze the rest. It only took a few strokes before his reiatsu spiked and I felt his hands trying to pull my mouth away.
"Rukia, stop-"
I let a growl vibrate along his length as I started caressing him with my reiatsu. His body shuddered and I felt him tighten in my hands.
I leaned forward and felt his body spasm, driving him deeper and I fought not to gag. As my throat tightened I heard him bark out my name in surprise and then he was spilling down my throat. I swallowed him down and his reaction was a pleading whimper as the muscles in my throat drove him through another unexpected wave of pleasure.
"Shit I'm sorry," He started and I lifted my head, my lips caressing up as I let him leave my mouth, my tongue sliding along making him shiver. He was looking down at me, his brown eyes startled as I sent him a heated look my fingers squeezing into his scrotum. I could tell that the pressure of my fingers-as intended-was distracting, but he was more concerned with what he probably considered a lack of stamina. I was getting tired of apologies.
"Now what for?" I murmured running my tongue over my lips and smacking them together as if searching for leftovers. His eyes locked onto the motion and I smiled and finally released him.
"I…" He glanced down at his groin and then back up at me. I shook my head with a few clicks of my tongue in disapproval and thought about telling him, with Sode no Shirayuki's help concerning his hollow; we now had all the time in the world. I was beyond grateful for my zanpakutō's help; I'd be pretty pissed if Ichigo decided to leave for my own safety's sake again, especially now!
"Prove it," I murmured as he hesitated to repeat things that had made me quite furious earlier, smart boy.
"How?"
"Make me come." I only had a moment to chuckle inwardly to myself at the dark flash of lust in his beautiful eyes before he sat up and wrapped his fingers around my upper arms and pull me back toward the head of the futon. When I gave a light-hearted struggle he bent his leg, his knee pressing between my legs and I rode it until I was firmly pressed torso-to-torso, our lips meeting.
"I don't know if I can…I mean with my reiatsu-I-" His blush made me kiss him, I couldn't help it, and it took him by surprise. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You don't have to do anything," I reassured him. "Just…don't keep it bottled in."
"That's not hard for me to do," He scoffed in a self-deprecating tone.
I stopped focusing my reiatsu into doing anything in particular and let it relax against his and I watched his eyes close slowly as it mingled easily with his now that he wasn't doing anything consciously with it as well. "It feels good as long as you're not angry, or filling it with a killing intent to fight." I didn't mention-this time-that the prickly rush of angry reiatsu wasn't all that bad either in certain circumstances.
"Good," I leaned back, only enough to run a fingernail idly around his nipple. "Do you need any other suggestions?"
With an eyebrow arched high a wicked grin curved Ichigo's lips, I was sure he didn't want me to notice the blush, but notice it I did. "Suggestion, eh? Be my guest."
I laughed softly and he lowered his gaze, the blush growing darker. I was glad it was only me in my head as I chastised myself for coming back to corrupting this poor young man. Poor boy, I thought drily to myself, missing the titter of laughter I no doubt would have gotten from Sode no Shirayuki.
Ichigo took me by surprise, and before I could counter I found myself pressed into the downy softness of the futon. I could barely contain the moan that rose at the warm weight of his body, as he settled between my legs. I had made the correct assumption earlier when I guessed Ichigo's youthful vigor would come into play. I had to bite my lower lip to contain the rumbling moan that rose as he pressed against me, already well on his way to being hard again.
I'm sure he was expecting a vocal suggestion, but as his silken hardness pressed against me my body made the suggestion. My hips rolled, toes curling in the blankets as I braced my feet for leverage and I slid along his length. I heard him grunt a curse and his hips dipped the head of his penis sliding again; if he angled his hips he would have been inside me.
I didn't have time to wonder at his original intention, as he pulled his hips back again and moved against me again. His hands slipped gently along my hips, as if trying to get me to lie still. I fought the urge to meet his teasing thrusts, and I was rewarded as one of my nipples was treated to the rough skin of his palm as he cupped one breast.
After only a moment I found myself growling, "Harder." I wasn't sure which I meant, but his attentions were almost too gentle. I mentally slapped myself and reminded myself that he didn't know how to touch a woman.
Our eyes met and I could see the uncertainty under the lust pooled in his warm brown eyes. I moved my hands from the fists clenched in the blanket to capture his head by way of his ears so I could pull him down for a kiss. One couldn't tell just how timid he was by his kiss, there was definitely a difference between the areas in which he was confident and not.
I was embarrassed to lose myself enough for a moan to slip past where his mouth devoured mine, a kiss? Shit Rukia it's just a kiss! My fingers tightened in his hair as I felt his lips start to withdraw and I felt rather than heard him chuckle as his teeth captured my bottom lip. He pulled another moan from me as he pulled back, teeth scraping.
"You're not nearly as bossy as I thought you'd be," He murmured and the moment the fire of outrage hit my eyes I saw his lips curl up in another wicked smile. He ducked forward, his lips trailing down my jaw to find my ear, were he spend a considerable amount of time tracing the folds with the tip of his tongue before breathing hot along my earlobe and neck. "Are you sure you don't wanna tell me what to do to you…Rukia?"
I know what I wanted to tell him to do, fuck me Ichigo, now...now...ugh, now! I winced as in my attempt to keep my vulgar suggestion to myself I bit down too hard on my bottom lip. I didn't suppress a whimper as I felt his body move away and my hands flew down to manage a wide-fingered grip on each butt cheek.
I felt his fingers tickle along my knee, caressing upward and in to the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. "What?" He murmured and I tore my gaze away from his fingers to find his eyes eager to meet mine. "What do you want Rukia?"
My eyes slammed shut as his fingers moved to tease my clit, but just as quickly moved back to running lazy circles on my skin. "Touch me!" I growled and he merely chuckled in response, pulling out of my arms. "Ichigo?" I barely kept my voice from whining as his fingers slid back down my leg to my knee.
I opened my eyes in time to look down and catch his dark gaze, his brilliant head ducking forward so his tongue could flicker out to taste me. As my legs started to squeeze inward his hand pressed down on my knee throwing me off balance. I threw my hands out and pushed into the futon to catch my balance, back arching as he latched onto my clit. His other hand moved to join him, his fingertips delving inside, sliding deeper as his tongue drove me faster toward the edge that I thought possible.
"Yes!" Tore out of my lips in a gasp of air that slipped right back out as a needy moan.
I might have stood a chance had he stopped there, but he always had to surprise me, go that extra unexpected step. I hadn't noticed him trying anything specific with his reiatsu like I'd suggested, but I do believe I was much too distracted at that moment to focus on anything but that mouth.
Ichigo proceeded to scatter my thus far collected wits by concentrating his spiritual pressure where he stroked. I felt the sharp buzz of his reiatsu as it seemed to make the girth of his fingers much wider, the lap of his tongue rougher, electrified.
"FuckyesIchigo!" Pushed out of my lips and I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that I was about to pull two fistfuls of orange hair out of Ichigo's head. I don't remember moving my hands but I seriously can't be blamed as the climax he drove me to turned me inside out.
His fingers were confident, didn't stop slipping in and out of me as I spasmed around his fingers, trying to pull him inside and keep him there. The stimulation of his spiritual pressure expanded and rubbed inside me driving me crazy, making the ripples of pleasure continue until I was trembling. My eyes kept his as long as I could hold them open, drinking in the proof of his natural aptitude to play my body like a musical instrument.
Good. It wasn't just the hollow.
As we both went still his lips moved to kiss my inner thigh, resting his lips against the tender flesh, hot breath still panting hotly out of his nose and down my leg. I shivered as he moved his hands up the outsides of my thighs until he could slip his hands underneath me to cup my ass. "You okay?" Whispered out over my skin and I shivered again, and focused on making my grip on his hair slacken.
"Ba-ka..." I was able to pant, losing my grip as he tilted his head upward so that I could see the scowl on his face. I wasn't ashamed to notice instead that arousal had blown his pupils. "Of course..."
"Brat," Ichigo barked without malice, there was an actual upward tilt to one corner of his lips. "I meant my reiatsu..." His meaning was quite obvious as he paused and his sweet face blushed. "It wasn't too much?"
"No! Oh, no, no, no..." I murmured in a pleased purr, eyelids fluttering closed as I let myself savor the afterglow of one of the best orgasms I'd experienced. I decided after a few moments of debate not to tell him this, even if I'm pretty sure I'd get a full out smile from him.
Men and their egos you know.
"Good," I heard Ichigo growl and I opened my eyes as I felt his body move over me, his skin and reiatsu brushing along mine. Ichigo's hands lifted me as he slid closer between my legs, his erection hard and straining as it rubbed against me. "Ready for round two?"
His hands pressed into the futon on either side of my head as he curled his hips and created a slippery friction between us that drove the lethargic afterglow straight out of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and lifted my arms to curl them around the back of his shoulders. "Sit back," I ordered him and he slipped a hand under the small of my back so that he could lift me with him as he sat up, his other hand moved to brace in the futon behind him.
"Fuck, Rukia..." Ichigo's voice came out barely above a whisper, and the only reason I heard it was because by now his hungry mouth was pressed into the side of my neck. I heard the nervous excitement in every huffed syllable. His hips bucked upward, but he was still sandwiched against me so only succeeded in producing more of that maddening friction.
"Yes..." I agreed as I uncurled my legs from around him so I could push my feet into the blankets so I could lift myself up off of him enough so that he could angle his hips up. I kept an arm curled tightly around him but the other I made sure to slip between us so I could hold him steady as I lowered slowly back into his lap. "Oh-" I let out in a strange gasping moan as he went very still, his muscles straining, dark eyes locked between us where he was disappearing inside me. Watching and letting me do the work.
I realized he was letting me go at my own pace, I was built small, he was not. I could feel the coil in his muscles, as my steadying hand moved around to press into the small of his back, I could feel him holding himself in check. I didn't have a problem after the orgasm he'd hit me with, there was more than enough lubricant and I was kind of surprised-but mostly fucking happy-that all of him fit. As I felt him press against my limits I stopped, giving a small wiggle of my hips to settle more comfortably in his lap.
The move treated me to the sight of Ichigo's head lolling back on his shoulders so he could aim his needy moan at the ceiling. I liked the sight, but didn't like missing the expression that went with that sound. "Oh fuck Rukia-you feel..." I interrupted him with a kiss and I curled my toes into the blankets of the futon so I could use my legs to push back up and halfway off his cock. More obscenities spilled out instead and his hips snapped up to drive himself firmly back inside.
"How?" I managed to moan, I wasn't sure it was even coherent until he actually answered.
"Fuckin' hot..."
"Good?"
"Yess," Hissed out as we finally found our rhythm. His fingers dug into my hip but didn't bother to attempt guiding me; I honestly had no problem showing him how to drive me crazy.
Masochist I suppose.
I'm saving most of the more kinky stuff for another day.
This time...It's different than any others. It could be so many things.
Only Time. Last Time. First Time.
Before I could start thinking (thinking-honestly) Ichigo adjusted the buck of his hips until he pulled almost all the way out before snapping up and deep inside. "So tight Rukia...HmgRukia areyousure-"
"Yes, yes, yes...Ichigo faster?"
"Faster?" Ichigo pulled back from putting Hichigo's mark to shame on my neck. The scowl on his face didn't slow my rhythm, it just might have sped it up.
"Can't go faster?" I teased and the next sound I made was less dignified, something like a yelp as he bucked me off and I landed on the futon, pillows under my shoulders, my head hanging off the edge of the futon.
"Like this," Ichigo answered with a small sure nod of his head, crawling over me again his hands flat on the floor under my head, forearms bracing my shoulders as he slid right back inside me. "Okay?"
I only nodded as he didn't delay getting back up to speed. I could only moan brokenly as he showed me how fast he could drive into me...drive me to the edge.
When his thrusts came harder, I curled my hips up into his movements. "Fuck," Ichigo gasped and his rhythm skipped as I focused my tingling spiritual pressure to press into his perineum.
"Yes," I moaned and I could feel through the intent of his reiatsu (I was swimming in it) that only a little more stimulation and he'd explode.
If this is the only time we can...
I nudge with a tendril of reiatsu even as he continued to drive inside me. I was almost undone as Ichigo countered by pressing his reiatsu inside along with his hot silken length. "Ichigo!" My body bowed up into his, pressing our torso together at the sensation of his aroused reiatsu rubbing inside me, reaching where he physically couldn't.
"Ya like that huh?" Ichigo panted in a pleased growl.
"Yes," I answered, knowing it would please him even more to hear it. "Harder...and you'll make me commm-" I bit off the moan as suddenly the best idea came to me.
I tried my best to concentrate to keep my questing reiatsu as gentle as I could as I slid it further back. Even though it was hardly enough to feel intrusive Ichigo's body still stiffened in uncertainty.
"Ichigo..." I crooned as his movements slowed. He met my gaze again and I was sure he hated the blush on his cheeks. I loved it. I caught my bottom lip to keep myself from telling him, or cursing as he slowed to a stop half-inside me.
Instead I ignored the blushing body language and gave his entrance a rub.
"Ngh-Not cool-" He tried to yelp but the rock of his hips (against my reiatsu) belayed his protest.
"Ichigo...two things," I gave a buck of my hips and his curled away from the reiatsu and into me. "Fuck me."
"And?" He lifted an orange eyebrow as he withdrew and slowly eased back inside.
"Trust me."
"With my life."
I saw another blush and was pretty sure he hadn't meant to say that part out loud. I gave another little rub back and forth, this time as a distraction while I found his prostate without telling him about it. Just a gentle trickle of reiatsu inside. Ichigo was focused on his thrust, my hips' counter, my body and the hot, wet slid of his cock...
I'll be honest, my mind was preoccupied too.
The softest nudge of my reiatsu to Ichigo's prostate and our bodies came together with a hard fleshy smack as he whimpered curses that would have made his hollow proud along the skin of my neck. Ichigo went very still, pressed deep inside me, panting into my hair.
"Again?" I teased.
"You do that again...'nd...it's gonna make me come," He grunted out in ragged gasps.
"Oh goodie," I hummed. "Then you'd better mo-"
I didn't even get to finish the sentence. Ichigo lifted his hips and I could only hold on as he hammered back in. I also managed to remind Ichigo just how much I like what he's doing, vocally and at full volume. The reiatsu and the fast and hard tempo of his thrusts were just perfect enough to quickly become too much for me.
"Ichigo..." I whined as I caught the lusty bright eyes with a wrinkle between his eyebrows that had nothing to do with a scowl.
"Rukia?" He managed to grunt.
"Come with me."
"Lemme know when you-"
I didn't have the wherewithal to tell him "rightthefucknow," before my climax took words from my brain altogether. The sudden wave of pleasure made my attempt at another gentle rub to his prostate into an overwhelming nudge.
"Fuck!" Ichigo's hips slammed into mine only screwing up the rhythm a moment as he followed me headlong into climax.
I gave an echo of his curse in surprise when Ichigo's teeth sunk into my neck. My muscles went taut as the bite hit some button I was unaware of, sending my downward spiral back up in an intense wave.
...
"Rukia?" Ichigo's concerned whisper intruded on my numb brain.
I passed out? Whoa...
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, I always pass out after sex."
"Really?"
I let my eyes flutter open and there's the scowl I love. "No, but I'm fine." Even if I can feel a blush burning my face. "Better than that."
I noticed I had been out long enough for Ichigo to move me back onto the futon. He was still halfway on top of me but we were both under the blankets now. "You?"
"Fuck Rukia," Ichigo rolled onto his back and I grinned as I watched. "I don't think I've ever come that hard."
"No copying my lines Kurosaki," I teased, moving one leg until my heel knocked into his shin.
"Brat," He laughed and lifted his leg to rub his shin. "You want me to lie about it?"
I was about to tell him what really wanted him to do-repeat performance-when a familiar voice purred.
Rukia-sama I have sensed the return of the Urahara-san and the others. Sode no Shirayuki's thoughts sounded just as debauched as I felt. I grinned as I met Ichigo's quizzical expression, basically a scowl with one eyebrow more arched than the other. "I want you to hold me."
I felt his arm curl around my shoulders trying to roll me toward his chest but I grabbed his other arm and pulled it around my waist as I rolled away until we were spooned together Ichigo's front pressed firmly to my back. "Like this. Got it?"
Both of Ichigo's arms curled tight around me and pulled me closer, lips pressed to the tender bite mark he'd left on my neck. His lips vibrated as he hummed, "Mm-hm."
My eyes drifted closed as the warmth of his arms made me feel safe. The warm buzz of his spiritual pressure lulled me to the edge of sleep.
We were both quiet for a long time before I heard him murmur, "I'm so sorry, Rukia..." His lips moved tenderly over the back of my neck like a string of kisses. "I love you...m'such a selfish bastard..."
I figured he meant that last part for himself. I really didn't want to rouse myself enough to be indignant so it was easier. I'd always had a hard time falling asleep, probably because of my childhood, so this peaceful afterglow lethargy was a great gift indeed.
"...Love you baka..." I managed before succumbing to the magic of his arms.
#
Somehow I should have expected Ichigo to leave. Sode no Shirayuki said she distracted the hollow but not for more than a few precious hours.
She apologized for not manipulating a promise to behave from the hollow. He probably would have given me anything.
I didn't accept the apology and told her that I could never ask her to do such a horrible thing. The wistful feel to her thoughts told me my zanpakutō had been affected by Hichigo just like I had been.
Ichigo was hard not to love damn it.
What does the hollow look like? I asked as I sniffed at the spot where his spiky orange head had rested. I pictured a horrible tentacled thing like the beast that had taken Kaien.
Just like Ichigo, only done in white.
Once again there was that wistful tone to her thoughts and I knew exactly why she might long for Ichigo's hollow. What the shinigami loved their zanpakutō loved. And ironically Sode no Shirayuki was me done in white.
"Neesan?"
At first I ignored the whisper, wondering how far gone I was that Kon could sneak up on me. Then I gave a long sigh and muttered, "What Kon?"
"I was wonderin' if..." He trailed off and I wondered at the subdued sound of his voice. He was usually vehement about even the littlest of details. "I don't wanna bug ya, but I..."
I rolled over so I could see him standing in his plushie body a few feet from the futon. His head was bowed, eyes fascinated with the pattern of the floor at his feet. "Kon?" At the change in my voice he looked up just as I reached out and grabbed him to pull him closer. I rolled back over and he gave a startled shout as I tucked him into my chest and squeezed him close.
Silence reigned for a few moments, but the bigmouth never stayed quiet for long. "You okay Neesan?"
"I'm fine," I lied and I knew he could tell. "Where have you been?"
A/N: Oh and where exactly has Kon been? Um, drinkin' sake with Orhime. Wut? Believe it " Drinking_with_the_King". Read it. Review. Oh and review this one while you at it, might as well do it now while the story is fresh, get it outta the way, ne?