Archive 'Fic: "Wine, Women and..." [170AR]
Mukashi mukashi, just after raynos and I started IMing one another, she began to spam me with Lovedrop pictures. Which included this one. Which made the both of us go oooooooooooooooooo (so hot!).
So we both ended up writing something smutty about it. Pea has, I don't think, ever released hers. Despite the fact that I did it almost two years ago, I have only finally decided to stick this puppy up. Not that it really matters, since I e-mailed it to everyone else already. But just for completeness sake and all. :) Plus most of my smut is locked down tighter than a drum, so it'd be nice to have something fairly open.
I also didn't really go through and edit it from its original version, to mop up all the little things that creep in when you write 'fic at three in the morning. Also, I'm amused that much of my smut seems to have sex x3 in some way--possible influence from pr0n, I do not know. And now I'm getting rambly. Onto it~
"Are you really a deflowerer of virgins?"
Ichigo looks up from his, oh, sixth? seventh? cup of beer. "Where'd you hear that?" he growls.
Rukia gives him a look, then giggles. "Everyone knows that," she says, taking a sip of her own beer. "The great Kurosaki! Hair the color of flame! He sends his opponents home crying, then deflowers every virgin in sight! His powers are unmatchable, his lusts insatiable!" She waves a hand in the air. "You know, the usual manly-man crap." She giggles again, in that tipsy way that suggests she's also on her sixth, seventh cup. "Though I thought the virgins thing was a good touch."
Ichigo's eyes have rolled back into his head, and points a thumb at his partner, who is currently laughing in the corner with the other dark haired, a guy. Shite? Dashi? He never remembers names. "Sounds like one of her great ideas," he says sourly. "She's always trying to add to our reputation."
"Ah. To distinguish yourselves from the other Bleached in this area," Rukia says, voice knowing but with an amused sparkle in her eyes.
He tries for a dark look, but ends up giving her a half grin. "Something like that," he says. They both know that he and his partner are the only Bleached in this province. Which was precisely why the two of them, Rukia and what's-his-face, had tried to blow them up earlier that day. Rogue Bleached could be a problem for any town; best to take precautions.
It'd turned out all right, though. Inoue had been able to heal the guy, which meant he had to offer her something in return. And since the Bleached always worked in pairs, it meant he had to offer it to Ichigo, too. The something ended up being "dinner." Ichigo had ended up having it "on the other side of the bar." But that hadn't turned out too bad, since Rukia had started paying for drinks. It was nice to talk to a woman who made sense more than forty percent of the time.
"So, would you like to be?"
"What?" He comes out of his thoughts to find Rukia giving him a different sort of grin.
"A deflowerer of virgins," she asks, lazily running her finger around the rim of her cup.
He blinks, then flushes, and hides it behind a gulp of his drink. She continues to stare at him, smiling that ever-so-dark smile.
"You're no virgin, Rukia," he finally says. "And I..." He looks to the side.
He doesn't notice her expression change. "You and your partner?"
His head whips back, and he snorts. "Me and Inoue? Are you kidding?"
"She's really attractive, and your partner," Rukia points out.
"She's like a sister!"
"Well, the things I've heard about you Bleached..."
Ichigo snorts. "Look, lady, don't start with that shit," he says. "Besides, if Inoue and I were..."
"...screwing..." she helpfully inserts.
"That," he says, "do you think I'd let her fawn all over your partner? Please."
"Is she fawning?" Rukia peers around him. "So she is." There's a look on her face, something brief and open, before she looks back at him. "Good for Ishida."
"So I take it you're not screwing him, then," he says, finishing off his beer.
"Heh. No. Not my type. Nor am I his." She looks back at him, then pointedly stretches. He's not entirely sure why, but every woman carryin' kidou wears the same short outfit. He usually thinks it's rather ridiculous, but right now the fabric is stretched tight over her body, and "ridiculous" is nowhere near his mind. Rukia's short and a little skinny, but she still curves exactly where she's supposed to, and he's had too many drinks now to be polite.
She stops, relaxes, picks up her beer. "See, that's a look I could never get out of him," she says, tossing back her drink.
"Aa," he says. "And it's not just shyness?"
"Ishida? Mm, nope," she replies. Then there's that grin again, that lazy, cat-like look. "Unlike you..."
"Hey!" He glares.
She returns his look. "So why won't you answer my question?"
"What question?" he mutters.
"About deflowering virgins."
"Because you're not one, Rukia."
"How do you know?"
He starts to reply, but then catches something in her voice, something in the way she's looking at him. It's something spicy, something challenging, like a dare sits under the surface of her words. And not only that--if he doesn't reply now, in the right way, all of that's gonna vanish. At which point he realizes that the Rukia he's looking at, that he's been drinking with, isn't necessarily the Rukia he met this afternoon. Or the Rukia who'd helped staunch her partner's bleeding wounds. And he finds himself intrigued.
So he takes that last bit of beer, slams down his cup, and says, "I guess I don't." He meets her eyes, grins. "Nor do you know about me. Maybe I do deflower virgins in my spare time."
"Ah." She, too, finishes her drink, then stands up. He stands with her. "Then maybe...we should go find out."
"Aa."
They go up the stairs, to a room Rukia has already paid for. "Non-Bleached hospitality," she says, unlocking it.
He follows her, nerves starting to act up. She turns to lock the door, and he watches her, hands slipping unconsciously into his pockets. He's thinking that maybe he should say something, maybe they should talk about this again...
That's before she turns around and gives him that evil looking grin.
That's before she grabs his shirt and swings him against the wall.
That's before she's got his pants around his ankles and his cock in her mouth.
"Ruki-a!" he manages to get out.
She pulls back, looks up, and grins, the head of his cock the barest space from her mouth. "You looked nervous," she says, breath warm on his skin. "I thought I'd help with that."
"But, Rukia..."
She runs her tongue around him, down and around him, and his whole body stiffens. "Shutup, Ichigo," she says lightly, repositioning herself, running her hand along him.
He nearly gets out something--what, he's not sure--before she takes him in her mouth, and he shuts up for a good long time, When standing doesn't work, they move to the bed, and she continues to silence him most effectively.
Then it's her turn.
They reposition to accommodate his height, and he slides hesitantly between her legs, still fighting the post-orgasm daze. He has to move a couple of times to find the right position, and all the while, she wears that smug little grin.
"First time?" she asks, voice breathy, as he tentatively runs his tongue along her labia.
Now it's his turn to look up and give her a smug little grin. Her expression shifts a little, and the grin widens. "Maybe," he says, breath warm against her lower lips. "Maybe...not."
Orihime spills Ishida from her lap at the sound of a cry.
"What's that?" she asks. "Trouble?"
Ishida sits up and rubs his head where he knocked it against the table. The cry sounds again: high, breathy at the end. It's a sound he's heard before, and he looks around the bar. Yup, Rukia's gone. Yup, that orange haired bastard is gone, too.
He gives her a sheepish look. "No," he says. "That's Kuchiki."
"Kuchiki?" she says, brow furrowing.
"Yes," he says, still looking a little embarrassed. He tugs Inoue back down beside him. "My partner."
"Oh," Inoue says, then blinks. "OH?"
"Yeah." He gives a little laugh. "My partner...has a thing for Bleached," he says, not meeting her eyes. Though at least it's not that red haired guy again, he adds to himself. Huh. Noble family honor, my ass.
Orihime's eyes widen, her mouth forming a little O. It's an adorable face, he decides. One much better suited to concentrating on him.
He lays his head in her lap again, and with a hand turns her face to him. "Orihime," he says, voice low. "Don't worry about them." He smiles, hesitantly. "Has anyone ever told you...that you have the most lovely eyes?"
Rukia comes down breathing hard, wearing her own version of his dazed expression. He slides back with a grin, panting. That girl had a grip of iron...
Then, the moment slides away from her, and her eyes flash open. She looks down at him, and out comes that grin again. She reaches down, takes his shoulders, and tugs him up to kiss her. Ichigo's momentarily taken a back, since this isn't what usually happens...but, hell with it. At this point, apparently anything goes with this woman.
The kissing leads to groping, which leads to all remaining clothes being shed. It should, Ichigo thinks, lead to that first thrust as well--except, well, she's so much smaller than he is, and even if she's not a virgin it's gonna be painful...
Rukia solves the problem in her own way. She slides away from him, and as he turns to look, tackles him. Which puts her on top, and exactly where she wants to be.
She pushes him inside her, and lets out a sigh that answers, in Ichigo's mind, that virgin question once and for all. She moves ever so slowly at first, adjusting, readjusting, an expression on her face like something good was melting in her mouth.
Then, she begins to move. Really move. And Ichigo realizes, after all of this, he shouldn't have been worried about hurting her. Instead, he should've worried about her killing him.
But...damn, when he catches up to her, finds his rhythm with her--the upbeat to her down--it's glorious. Just...glorious.
A little too glorious for him to last, unfortunately. Which, to his credit, he tells her. In a loud, hoarse, fingers digging into her hips sorta way.
Unfortunately, she doesn't seem to appreciate his kind and giving nature.
She glares down at him, fists on her hips. "You could've warned me," she says.
"I did," he points out.
"Not really," she grits back.
"Well, it's not like I wanted you to stop..."
"Idiot!"
He chuckles then, unable to help himself in the warm haze of post-orgasm. "You know," he says.
"What?"
He chuckles again. "You're kinda cute, like that."
"What?!"
He runs fingers along her fists, which he's pretty sure are going to be rammed into his jaw in the next few seconds. "Like this," he says, voice low.
To his surprise, she flushes. And 'cause she's naked, he can see that's she's flushing everywhere. She's still glaring at him, too, but it's not the same sort of glare. More of a mini-glare than anything.
"That's not going to work, Ichigo," she says.
"No?" he says, then grabs her arms and pulls her down onto him. She resists, but not for very long. "I can think of some things that would, though."
She gives him a dark look, and mutters, "Smug bastard."
"Viper bitch," he replies, and it comes out as a half-yawn.
"You'd better not fall asleep on me."
"Fall asleep? Hell no," he replies. "You'd kill me in my sleep."
"Right."
"...I could use a nap, though."
"Ichigo!"
"Just a..." he yawns, "little one."
She pokes him in the ribs. "Not what I'd expect of a virile young man."
"Hey, your fault, Rukia."
"How?!"
"You kept buying me drinks."
"...oh."
"See?"
"How else was I going to get you up here?" She's slowly softening against his chest. "You looked like you would either bite my head off or run away screaming."
"Oi! I do not run away screaming." His arms loosen around her, and she doesn't pull away.
"So you do run away."
"Woman!"
She laughs against him, breath warm against his chest. They're quiet for a moment, then she says, "Well, you answered my question."
"Mm?"
"You are in no way a deflowerer of virgins."
(2001)
So we both ended up writing something smutty about it. Pea has, I don't think, ever released hers. Despite the fact that I did it almost two years ago, I have only finally decided to stick this puppy up. Not that it really matters, since I e-mailed it to everyone else already. But just for completeness sake and all. :) Plus most of my smut is locked down tighter than a drum, so it'd be nice to have something fairly open.
I also didn't really go through and edit it from its original version, to mop up all the little things that creep in when you write 'fic at three in the morning. Also, I'm amused that much of my smut seems to have sex x3 in some way--possible influence from pr0n, I do not know. And now I'm getting rambly. Onto it~
"Are you really a deflowerer of virgins?"
Ichigo looks up from his, oh, sixth? seventh? cup of beer. "Where'd you hear that?" he growls.
Rukia gives him a look, then giggles. "Everyone knows that," she says, taking a sip of her own beer. "The great Kurosaki! Hair the color of flame! He sends his opponents home crying, then deflowers every virgin in sight! His powers are unmatchable, his lusts insatiable!" She waves a hand in the air. "You know, the usual manly-man crap." She giggles again, in that tipsy way that suggests she's also on her sixth, seventh cup. "Though I thought the virgins thing was a good touch."
Ichigo's eyes have rolled back into his head, and points a thumb at his partner, who is currently laughing in the corner with the other dark haired, a guy. Shite? Dashi? He never remembers names. "Sounds like one of her great ideas," he says sourly. "She's always trying to add to our reputation."
"Ah. To distinguish yourselves from the other Bleached in this area," Rukia says, voice knowing but with an amused sparkle in her eyes.
He tries for a dark look, but ends up giving her a half grin. "Something like that," he says. They both know that he and his partner are the only Bleached in this province. Which was precisely why the two of them, Rukia and what's-his-face, had tried to blow them up earlier that day. Rogue Bleached could be a problem for any town; best to take precautions.
It'd turned out all right, though. Inoue had been able to heal the guy, which meant he had to offer her something in return. And since the Bleached always worked in pairs, it meant he had to offer it to Ichigo, too. The something ended up being "dinner." Ichigo had ended up having it "on the other side of the bar." But that hadn't turned out too bad, since Rukia had started paying for drinks. It was nice to talk to a woman who made sense more than forty percent of the time.
"So, would you like to be?"
"What?" He comes out of his thoughts to find Rukia giving him a different sort of grin.
"A deflowerer of virgins," she asks, lazily running her finger around the rim of her cup.
He blinks, then flushes, and hides it behind a gulp of his drink. She continues to stare at him, smiling that ever-so-dark smile.
"You're no virgin, Rukia," he finally says. "And I..." He looks to the side.
He doesn't notice her expression change. "You and your partner?"
His head whips back, and he snorts. "Me and Inoue? Are you kidding?"
"She's really attractive, and your partner," Rukia points out.
"She's like a sister!"
"Well, the things I've heard about you Bleached..."
Ichigo snorts. "Look, lady, don't start with that shit," he says. "Besides, if Inoue and I were..."
"...screwing..." she helpfully inserts.
"That," he says, "do you think I'd let her fawn all over your partner? Please."
"Is she fawning?" Rukia peers around him. "So she is." There's a look on her face, something brief and open, before she looks back at him. "Good for Ishida."
"So I take it you're not screwing him, then," he says, finishing off his beer.
"Heh. No. Not my type. Nor am I his." She looks back at him, then pointedly stretches. He's not entirely sure why, but every woman carryin' kidou wears the same short outfit. He usually thinks it's rather ridiculous, but right now the fabric is stretched tight over her body, and "ridiculous" is nowhere near his mind. Rukia's short and a little skinny, but she still curves exactly where she's supposed to, and he's had too many drinks now to be polite.
She stops, relaxes, picks up her beer. "See, that's a look I could never get out of him," she says, tossing back her drink.
"Aa," he says. "And it's not just shyness?"
"Ishida? Mm, nope," she replies. Then there's that grin again, that lazy, cat-like look. "Unlike you..."
"Hey!" He glares.
She returns his look. "So why won't you answer my question?"
"What question?" he mutters.
"About deflowering virgins."
"Because you're not one, Rukia."
"How do you know?"
He starts to reply, but then catches something in her voice, something in the way she's looking at him. It's something spicy, something challenging, like a dare sits under the surface of her words. And not only that--if he doesn't reply now, in the right way, all of that's gonna vanish. At which point he realizes that the Rukia he's looking at, that he's been drinking with, isn't necessarily the Rukia he met this afternoon. Or the Rukia who'd helped staunch her partner's bleeding wounds. And he finds himself intrigued.
So he takes that last bit of beer, slams down his cup, and says, "I guess I don't." He meets her eyes, grins. "Nor do you know about me. Maybe I do deflower virgins in my spare time."
"Ah." She, too, finishes her drink, then stands up. He stands with her. "Then maybe...we should go find out."
"Aa."
They go up the stairs, to a room Rukia has already paid for. "Non-Bleached hospitality," she says, unlocking it.
He follows her, nerves starting to act up. She turns to lock the door, and he watches her, hands slipping unconsciously into his pockets. He's thinking that maybe he should say something, maybe they should talk about this again...
That's before she turns around and gives him that evil looking grin.
That's before she grabs his shirt and swings him against the wall.
That's before she's got his pants around his ankles and his cock in her mouth.
"Ruki-a!" he manages to get out.
She pulls back, looks up, and grins, the head of his cock the barest space from her mouth. "You looked nervous," she says, breath warm on his skin. "I thought I'd help with that."
"But, Rukia..."
She runs her tongue around him, down and around him, and his whole body stiffens. "Shutup, Ichigo," she says lightly, repositioning herself, running her hand along him.
He nearly gets out something--what, he's not sure--before she takes him in her mouth, and he shuts up for a good long time, When standing doesn't work, they move to the bed, and she continues to silence him most effectively.
Then it's her turn.
They reposition to accommodate his height, and he slides hesitantly between her legs, still fighting the post-orgasm daze. He has to move a couple of times to find the right position, and all the while, she wears that smug little grin.
"First time?" she asks, voice breathy, as he tentatively runs his tongue along her labia.
Now it's his turn to look up and give her a smug little grin. Her expression shifts a little, and the grin widens. "Maybe," he says, breath warm against her lower lips. "Maybe...not."
Orihime spills Ishida from her lap at the sound of a cry.
"What's that?" she asks. "Trouble?"
Ishida sits up and rubs his head where he knocked it against the table. The cry sounds again: high, breathy at the end. It's a sound he's heard before, and he looks around the bar. Yup, Rukia's gone. Yup, that orange haired bastard is gone, too.
He gives her a sheepish look. "No," he says. "That's Kuchiki."
"Kuchiki?" she says, brow furrowing.
"Yes," he says, still looking a little embarrassed. He tugs Inoue back down beside him. "My partner."
"Oh," Inoue says, then blinks. "OH?"
"Yeah." He gives a little laugh. "My partner...has a thing for Bleached," he says, not meeting her eyes. Though at least it's not that red haired guy again, he adds to himself. Huh. Noble family honor, my ass.
Orihime's eyes widen, her mouth forming a little O. It's an adorable face, he decides. One much better suited to concentrating on him.
He lays his head in her lap again, and with a hand turns her face to him. "Orihime," he says, voice low. "Don't worry about them." He smiles, hesitantly. "Has anyone ever told you...that you have the most lovely eyes?"
Rukia comes down breathing hard, wearing her own version of his dazed expression. He slides back with a grin, panting. That girl had a grip of iron...
Then, the moment slides away from her, and her eyes flash open. She looks down at him, and out comes that grin again. She reaches down, takes his shoulders, and tugs him up to kiss her. Ichigo's momentarily taken a back, since this isn't what usually happens...but, hell with it. At this point, apparently anything goes with this woman.
The kissing leads to groping, which leads to all remaining clothes being shed. It should, Ichigo thinks, lead to that first thrust as well--except, well, she's so much smaller than he is, and even if she's not a virgin it's gonna be painful...
Rukia solves the problem in her own way. She slides away from him, and as he turns to look, tackles him. Which puts her on top, and exactly where she wants to be.
She pushes him inside her, and lets out a sigh that answers, in Ichigo's mind, that virgin question once and for all. She moves ever so slowly at first, adjusting, readjusting, an expression on her face like something good was melting in her mouth.
Then, she begins to move. Really move. And Ichigo realizes, after all of this, he shouldn't have been worried about hurting her. Instead, he should've worried about her killing him.
But...damn, when he catches up to her, finds his rhythm with her--the upbeat to her down--it's glorious. Just...glorious.
A little too glorious for him to last, unfortunately. Which, to his credit, he tells her. In a loud, hoarse, fingers digging into her hips sorta way.
Unfortunately, she doesn't seem to appreciate his kind and giving nature.
She glares down at him, fists on her hips. "You could've warned me," she says.
"I did," he points out.
"Not really," she grits back.
"Well, it's not like I wanted you to stop..."
"Idiot!"
He chuckles then, unable to help himself in the warm haze of post-orgasm. "You know," he says.
"What?"
He chuckles again. "You're kinda cute, like that."
"What?!"
He runs fingers along her fists, which he's pretty sure are going to be rammed into his jaw in the next few seconds. "Like this," he says, voice low.
To his surprise, she flushes. And 'cause she's naked, he can see that's she's flushing everywhere. She's still glaring at him, too, but it's not the same sort of glare. More of a mini-glare than anything.
"That's not going to work, Ichigo," she says.
"No?" he says, then grabs her arms and pulls her down onto him. She resists, but not for very long. "I can think of some things that would, though."
She gives him a dark look, and mutters, "Smug bastard."
"Viper bitch," he replies, and it comes out as a half-yawn.
"You'd better not fall asleep on me."
"Fall asleep? Hell no," he replies. "You'd kill me in my sleep."
"Right."
"...I could use a nap, though."
"Ichigo!"
"Just a..." he yawns, "little one."
She pokes him in the ribs. "Not what I'd expect of a virile young man."
"Hey, your fault, Rukia."
"How?!"
"You kept buying me drinks."
"...oh."
"See?"
"How else was I going to get you up here?" She's slowly softening against his chest. "You looked like you would either bite my head off or run away screaming."
"Oi! I do not run away screaming." His arms loosen around her, and she doesn't pull away.
"So you do run away."
"Woman!"
She laughs against him, breath warm against his chest. They're quiet for a moment, then she says, "Well, you answered my question."
"Mm?"
"You are in no way a deflowerer of virgins."
(2001)