Fanfic: Worth Waiting For-IchigoxRukia 1/1 Rated NC18 for Nerdowl
Title: Worth Waiting For
Author: starbearertm
Pairing: RukiaxIchigo
Word count: 3988
Genre: Romance, PWP
Rating: NC 18
Spoilers: Lost Substitute Arc
A/N: Birthday present to nerdowl. Have a good one!
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo created Bleach, and it is owned by Shonen Jump, not me. This work of fanfiction means no harm to the anime or manga. I make no money from the writing of this story. Also, Ichigo is of age of consent for such relationships as is Rukia in this fic.
Rukia’s self-satisfied smirk remained plastered across her face for the next few minutes. At least until she ran across the person waiting for her in Ukitake’s reception room. Throwing the Sereitei Gazette down, Ichigo glanced up at her.
He crossed arms over his chest, his uniform different from most other shinigami by the presence of an X shaped band of fabric edged in white that formed a collar around his neck halfway. On the backs of his hands was a similar motif, running from crossed bands on his wrists to small designs ending at his first set of knuckles.
“All right, what’s the look for huh? You look like my dad after he’s just sneaked into Ishida san’s office!” Ichigo grumbled, glaring at her.
“Don’t ruin my fun, Idiot,” Rukia complained, hands on her hips as she bend down and glared at him.
“Look Midget you leave me sitting here for a whole damn hour. A whole damn hour of my life I won’t get back and don’t even tell me why? You told me that your brother Byakuya wanted to see me and you bring me HERE?” Ichigo snapped, but his eyes showed only mild irritation rather than anger.
“Fine, come with me, idiot,” said Rukia as she grabbed Ichigo’s hand and yanked him up. He grabbed the bandaged sheathed sword resting against the wall and stumbled after her.
“Hey! Wait up!” he protested.
“Come on, Kurosaki Shinigami Daiko,” she said firmly, dragging him across division 13 by his hand. Ichigo blushed deeply at this.
“What are you doing? People are going to see us!” Ichigo snapped.
“Oh please like that stopped you before,” Rukia rolled her eyes. “It’s not as if they’re going to argue with the fukaitaicho of squad 13!”
“Speaking of arguing, where’s the dynamic duo?” Ichigo asked, trying to change the subject.
“On a secret mission. Which is why I’m smiling,” Rukia informed him, continuing to walk him towards a building he recognized.
“Why are we going here? You said we were gonna talk to Byakuya!” Ichigo protested.
“Don’t you want to get paid? I think working in that odd shop wouldn’t be enough for you pay wise,” she said.
“Okay, what are you going on about?”
Rukia took him to what looked like a cashier window. She said something to the shinigami behind the grille and they tossed down a small bag. She shoved it into Ichigo’s hand saying, “Here.”
“Rukia, you don’t have to give me pay,” Ichigo huffed.
To this Rukia shrugged. “Well you ARE a shinigami daiko again, and Ukitake taicho insisted you get paid for it.”
Ichigo stuffed the bag into his kimono and slung his sword across his back since he had the time to now that Rukia wasn’t dragging him around. Rubbing the back of his neck, he then followed Rukia out of the door. She then felt his hand brush hers and seize it. A small smile crept over her face again.
“Took you long enough to do it on your own,” she teased.
“Shut up. I thought that since you didn’t keep in touch with me it meant your brother didn’t’ want us seeing each other,” Ichigo said.
“That was because you became a human. But now that you’ve regained your power, that’s lifted…” she said.
“Just like THAT? Damn it Rukia…” Ichigo muttered.
“You don’t think I was hurt too? They said to leave you alone because you were human and needed to live your own life!”
“That’s still a shitty excuse not to even say one peep about how things were going!” Ichigo yelled.
“Ichigo,” she sighed as she stopped. She saw the hurt look on his face, and bit her lip.
“I… it really pissed me off,” Ichigo murmured.
“Why didn’t you tell me when we first got back together?” she asked.
“Because excuse me we were fighting Tsukashima!” Ichigo snapped. Hating that way his brow furrowed she stood directly in front of him. Still frustrated Ichigo pulled her into the shade of a tree he figured was away from prying eyes and wrapped his arms around her. Surprised Rukia simply stood there and listened to his heartbeat, ear pressed to his chest. Just the familiar feel of his energy washing over her even though it was tinged with remnants of Full bring stunned her.
Rukia squirmed a bit and pushed a way. “I thought you said at one point that you missed me… like hell…”
Ichigo gripped her by the arms tightly. “How could you have possibly heard that? Were you watching me after all?”
“I….” Rukia began, unable to meet his gaze. The bottom dropped out of Ichigo’s soul at the same time a lump formed in his throat.
“C’mon Rukia… you were watching me and you never ONCE thought to enter a fucking gigai or leave me a note?” Ichigo choked.
“You looked like you were enjoying your life! What right do I have to mess things up for you again?” Rukia yelled back.
Ichigo’s eyes stung with tears he did not dare shed. “Hey, don’t I even get a SAY in it? Who says that I regretted you coming INTO my life in the first place when you changed my whole world?”
“Because maybe I care enough about you to want you to live a happy life without fear of losing everything you love the most?” Rukia yelled, grabbing him by the front of his robe. “Like you lost HER!”
“Damn it Rukia you weren’t inside my head feeling what I was feeling? I lost friends that day and I TRIED to move on? But don’t think for a second I ever thought you messed up my life!”
By now Ichigo had bent down so his mouth was inches from Rukia and their noses almost touched. He was not sure if he was the first to snatch her up or if she was the first to leap up and yank him down by the black X shaped collar thing on his outfit. However, the same minute he latched arms around Rukia so he would not drop her, their mouths collided. Ichigo blushed deeply realizing that she was kissing him back and the set of teeth grinding into his was hers.
“Mmmmm!” he uttered through the meshing of lips and tongue. Her teeth almost bit down devouring him hungrily. His heart pounded at the feel of her pulling on his hair with her small hands. He grabbed her legs and held onto them, forgetting how dangerously close this brought her lower body to his. Feeling his knees growing weak Ichigo leaned her into a tree so he could reposition her legs wrapped around his waist higher up.
Damn it felt good, Ichigo thought. Even better than the awkward kisses, he had shared with girls on other dates.
***
Ichigo saw Rukia’s face glaring at him as she smacked the back of his head. “What are you doing spacing out on me idiot?”
“Nothing,” Ichigo said. “It’s just that you’ve changed as much as I have…”
“You kiss much better than you did before,” Rukia murmured quietly.
“What’s THAT supposed to mean?” Ichigo huffed as he dragged Rukia into his lap and held her down, just as Ryuuken would have done to Tatsuki. Plus having worked at the Unagiya shop taught him a thing or two about how to treat demanding and forceful people with care.
Said woman was now happily dating his father. Between Ryuuken being married to Tatsuki, and his father and Ikumi being lovers, the Kurosaki family was getting its share of pushy women. He considered Tatsuki like a sister, so naturally he assumed her under the Kurosaki name. Rukia felt Ichigo’s hands rubbing her backside and moaned at this especially since he pulled her to straddle him before she realized it.
“You pervert,” she gasped, feeling Ichigo’s bulge in his hakama rubbing hers.
“Your point is what?” Ichigo sighed with a roll of his eyes. Before she could protest, Ichigo’s lips kissed a path up her sensitive neck to just in front of her ear where they lingered. Rukia forgot what she was so bitchy about.
“Ahh, stop doing that! You’re making me forget what I was going to say…”
“Stop what? This?” Ichigo asked with a smirk, enjoying his newfound power over her that he had waited until now to use. He guessed either she had taken a lover in the seventeen months since they were together, or had been loyal to him. However, if she had been with Renji he could not have blamed her.
It just proved she had a thing for pushy hot-tempered red heads. Well technically Ichigo could be considered ‘strawberry blonde’ but he was STILL a redhead. Hissing with impatience Rukia whispered, “Not here.”
“What do you mean?” Ichigo asked, frowning.
“Don’t just do this to me in broad daylight, fool. We need to go someplace more private,” Rukia hissed.
“Okay,” Ichigo murmured, reluctantly letting go of her. He felt her reach down and drag him to his feet instead of doing the opposite. By the hand, she continued to drag him in the direction of one of the gates leading to a richer part of Sereitei.
“Where are we going?”
“My place,” Rukia said.
“Your place as in your apartment or your place as in where Byakuya lives?” Ichigo asked.
“Idiot I LIVE at home,” she said.
“Oh no, that’s JUST what I need. Your brother starting shit because we’re sneaking into…” he began.
“He’s at a Taicho’s meeting all day. Now are we going to do this or NOT?” Rukia snapped.
Realizing that she was not going to budge Ichigo nodded. “F… fine…”
**
“You smell,” Rukia murmured once they walked through the front doors of the estate. The guards let them through without even batting an eyelash at Rukia’s deferring gaze. She had stopped holding his hand and Ichigo realized why. Therefore, he followed two steps behind her.
Through mazes of corridors, she led him until she slid open a door. Ichigo saw the sparse furnishings included a chest, a bureau, low table, and large double futon. Underneath was tatami and glossed wooden flooring. Rukia removed her sword from her sash and placed it on a stand. “Well, put your sword down…”
“Where?” Ichigo asked.
“In here…” Rukia urged, nodding towards the tall closet. He removed Zangetsu in its bindings and stood it up. Sliding the door shut, he pulled Rukia to him and kissed her.
“Not yet. You’re taking a bath,” she whispered.
“Oh c’mon,” he grumbled.
“Bath, NOW,” Rukia snapped. “This way.”
Grumbling Ichigo let her lead him through another maze of corridors. She motioned to the servants to follow when they scampered up to her. Reluctantly Ichigo stopped in front of a set of double doors.
“It’s like an onsen?” he asked. Rukia nodded and Ichigo muttered, “I KNOW what to do in one, you know…”
“This is the Kuchiki private onsen. We won’t be disturbed in here.”
“Yours?” he asked.
“Mine and Nii sama’s. The one the highest ranked Kuchiki nobles use…” she clarified.
“So you want ME to take a bath in here?” Ichigo said.
“Shut up and do it,” said Rukia as she shoved him inside.
“Stupid pain in the ass,” Ichigo grumbled, yet felt her foot planted in his butt propelling him in. He fell lengthwise on his chin with a crash. Rukia followed, and closed the door behind him. Coughing he pushed himself up from the slatted wooden floor. Already Rukia demurely untied her robe.
“Let me,” Ichigo offered, relieved she was going to undress in front of him.
Rukia cocked a brow, and then nodded. Ichigo carefully unknotted the sash, and slid his hands down to pull apart her kimono. As he did this, he bent down and kissed her softly. Rukia’s hands found his sash tie and started to do the same. Somehow, she figured out how to undo the chain belt and set it across the bench. Then she reached up and caressed his chest still covered in the white underclothes.
His hands found the side ties as did hers. When he pushed his off and down Rukia moved up and hesitated touching his chest. Ichigo frowned. “C’mon, you yelled at ME being shy? I’m not taking off any more of your clothes till you take a look at ME.”
“Is that a threat, Ichigo?” she asked.
He grabbed her hands and pushed them on his chest. “Just touch it already.”
“You don’t just order someone to touch you!” she protested but started to run her hands over it. “And why aren’t YOU touching ME, huh?”
“Because I wanted you to touch me first,” Ichigo muttered.
“Baby,” she sighed, and shed her kimono to reveal bandages encasing her breasts. “Here…”
Ichigo reached up and reverently unfastened the bandages, kissing her neck and nipping her ear. Rukia shivered at the balance between roughness and delicacy. Not shy about looking at her to her surprise he then whispered, “C’mon, what are you waiting for?”
“Don’t order me around,” she quipped, edging his hakama down. Her eyes were wide as she backed away and started at him.
“Like what you see?” Ichigo asked honestly.
“Don’t get a swelled head,” Rukia cautioned, but it was clear her eyes were riveted to him. As much as his were to hers once he undid the bandages and started at her chest.
“Nice,” Ichigo said.
“They’re not…”
“Shut up. I like what I see, okay? And if you tell me you’re too small I’ll kick your ass,” Ichigo snapped.
“You mean like you did the first night we met?” she quipped back.
“I didn’t think you were a ghost or shinigami,” Ichigo grumbled, blushing.
“You’re too tall. Why did you have to grow almost three inches,” She complained, standing on her tiptoes. Ichigo leaned down and kissed her lips softly.
“You grew THERE,” he said, cupping her breasts.
“Ahh… Ichigo not so hard…” she gasped. He slowed down, feeling both of them in either hand. Now he found he loved kissing and licking Rukia's chest, once he had gotten over staring at breasts.
“B… bath now…” Rukia yelped.
“Sounds good to me,” Ichigo snickered, scooping her up, and putting her down on one of the benches. She kicked away his hakama and ran a hand down his thighs. He wore boxers instead of a loincloth that made her chuckle. Yet the markings on the backs of his hands were still visible, even though the markings on his chest seemed to have disappeared once she removed the kimono. Now her hands gravitated to the large black X markings on his thighs and calves.
“Don’t these come off?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I never thought to question them,” Ichigo said. “Its part of the remnants of full bring. Or at least according to Hat and Clogs.”
Soap exploded over his bare chest once a sponge collided with his body. White suds streamed over the black x’s almost obscuring them. Rukia stuck her tongue out to him holding another sponge poised. Grabbing a sponge Ichigo lobbed it at her as well. “This means war!”
“Only if you catch me!” Rukia said teasingly. Ichigo almost slipped on the floor if Rukia had not rushed up and steadied him.
Soapy bodies rubbed against one another. Ichigo and Rukia looked at each other, their laughter ceasing. Now that Ichigo had a good look at her body, he finally did blush. Suds covered her in places but he realized that she did not wear a stitch of clothes on her smooth skin. He glimpsed her lower down, and thanks to plenty of the magazines and videos Keigo and Mizuiro had given him could bring himself to admire her without freaking.
Rukia’s hand reached out towards him. Ichigo blushed at the sensation of her hand touching his most intimate place. He landed on his backside, giving a hiss. Again, Rukia palmed and circled him, her eyes closed.
“It’s ok to look,” Ichigo said gently, pulling her to sit next to him. “And you bitched at ME being shy?”
“I… haven’t… really touched one before,” Rukia said quietly. “I mean I’ve SEEN them in pictures, and when I’ve been… with someone before I’d… er…”
“Rukia its ok,” said Ichigo, pulling her hand over his. “I like what you’re doing. And shit I want you to do it more…”
Rukia carefully took a sponge and ran it over his length and orange patch of curly hair. Ichigo’s eyes fluttered shut. Bending in she soaped his thighs and sat on one of them to get more access to his back and shoulders. Ichigo pulled her in for a kiss, picking up a sponge and starting to wash her as well. Having that slick hard thigh under her intimate parts, she latched her legs around it and started to moan softly. Ichigo noticed what she was doing, before he turned her to sit across his lap.
Leaning her head on his soapy wet shoulder, she squeaked at the invasion of fingers below. “Ichigo!”
“Shh, let me do this ok?” Ichigo urged.
Rukia’s head rolled against him. Her thighs clamped on his hand thrusting one finger, then two up into her core. Embarrassed she bucked on the fingers seeking her pleasure center. White soothing tingles counteracted the itch she desperately wanted to satisfy. He heard the beginnings of a whimpering cry and positioned his mouth to kiss her and muffle it.
“I… Ichigo… where did you learn to do that?”
“I um… I AM studying anatomy and physiology,” he quickly spluttered, not wanting to tell her where he really had picked it up.
“Ichigo I… I’m all…” well…”
Waves of awkwardness fell between the two who had just become intimate. She felt relieved seeing Ichigo’s brow crease in a familiar scowl she knew to be just part of his normal range of expressions. Through the sudden lump in her throat she stammered, “R… right… I’m all…”
“Sticky?” Ichigo murmured.
“That’s not very romantic,” Rukia grumbled but could not help agreeing.
“Rukia,” Ichigo muttered, catching his breath. “I… think we should check out the bath…”
**
Hastily she handed him a towel to wrap around himself, and he did not question the sudden need for modesty. Instead, they both walked hand in hand through the sliding doors to a room saturated with steam so thick Ichigo could barely see where the large hot spring sat. A cool wind wafted from above showing a square patch of sky under a private garden of trees overhead. He saw a barrier stretching across half of it, painted or carved with elegant scenes barely discernable in the clouds of condensation. Noticing the door they had come in through compared to one that must be on the other side from the symmetry of the room he guessed it was like any other onsen no matter how opulent. A screen to divide men and women.
“Uh… was it okay to bathe in the same room? I mean which side is the girls and which is the guys?” Ichigo could not help but ask. Against the back of his head, he felt a slap, surprised that she could reach that high.
“Idiot! Do you think it matters now?” she snapped.
Brown eyes glared in protest as he rubbed the abused spot on his head. “Oww c’mon!”
However, Rukia seemed to have vanished into the steam like a ghost. He could barely see her through the mist had a breeze not blown and unsettled the whitish grey shroud on the water’s surface. He felt tile and stone under his bare tones, a bit concerned that he would slip if he moved any faster. “Rukia…” he called out.
Her voice came to him from the water’s edge, “Hurry up and get in will you?”
“Fine, fine,” Ichigo relented, dipping a toe into the edge of the pool once he reached the stairs leading down into it. Such a difference in temperature between the cool air and the hot water was there that he almost broke into a sweat. Through the clouds, her hand thrust towards him like a beacon along with her voice.
“Ichigo?”
“Right here. Are you going to make me play Marco Polo now?” he griped, pulling the towel off and throwing it to the side out of the way.
“What do you mean? He’s been dead for more than a thousand years,” Rukia quipped. Bingo. That dark bell of short hair was unmistakable. Immersed to the level of her chin Rukia sat on the far end of the hot springs. Small ripples of water lapped into her face after Ichigo submerged himself fully in the water. With each inch he slid inside the rising level of warmth, impregnated liquid beamed its heat straight into his tired sore muscles. No doubt, he must be flushed bright pink thanks to his fair complexion.
Lowering himself to sit next to Rukia he sighed. “Ahhh… it’s nice…”
His hand lingered on her slippery wet shoulder, guiding her to sit in between his legs. He braced his back against the comfortable stone seats carved in the far end. Letting his legs drift up in the bubbling water, he spread his arms out on either side.
“Can I… we…” she asked, grabbing his shoulders. Swallowing hard she straddled him, sitting directly on top so his member poked at her slick entrance.
“Here?” Ichigo whispered, panting in the hot spring. Rukia nodded, clinging to his neck.
Kissing her pulse Ichigo could not refuse. He had waited so long, and knew that they both wanted it. Carefully he dipped his tip just into her entrance. Thanks to the slick soap, he slid inside. Rukia panted deeply, biting her lip.
“I… Ichigo…” she stammered again, eyes wide. “I feel like… I have to go…”
“Fuck… so good,” Ichigo got out.
“Of all the things to say!” Rukia snapped, but it was clear she was nervous and a bit shy. Ichigo looked at her intently to see if she was uncomfortable.
“You ok? It’s me Rukia. Ichigo. Don’t be nervous. Unless you want to stop…”
“If you do, I’ll use Sode no Shirayuki,” she threatened, feeling him twitch. Tight, hot, and sore but very welcome. She guessed that from what she knew he was a good size.
“I don’t know about you but it feels freaking good from where I am,” Ichigo reassured her, shifting his hips.
“I feel like I have to pee,” Rukia admitted, blushing.
Instead of giving her an awkward look, Ichigo blinked. “If you got to go, we can stop.”
“No I said it FEELS like it, not that I HAVE to!” Rukia blurted out, shivering.
Close to his hard muscular body, the orange haired young man clutched her so she felt safe. “Hey Rukia, it’s ok. I’m nervous too.”
“Nervous doing THIS?” Rukia half yelped as Ichigo thrust up into her again and she pushed back down.
“I was… uh… afraid that you wouldn’t… ohhh…. Want this with me,” Ichigo confessed.
“Now you are stupid,” Rukia muttered, relaxing finally so he moved in and out more easily. Throughout her body, shockwaves of pleasure began to erupt with the descent of his energy merging with hers. Rukia almost saw stars at the intensity of their coupling, as did Ichigo. Both could swear they soared far beyond the present moment into a dimension beyond spirit or reality.
Breathing chests heaved against one another before slowing to deep sighs. Rukia could swear she had almost blacked out but Ichigo’s arms anchored her to reality. He could hear his own heartbeat and what sounded like her chuckling. “Wh… what?”
“That… was worth waiting for,” Rukia murmured, caressing his hair fondly.
Author: starbearertm
Pairing: RukiaxIchigo
Word count: 3988
Genre: Romance, PWP
Rating: NC 18
Spoilers: Lost Substitute Arc
A/N: Birthday present to nerdowl. Have a good one!
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo created Bleach, and it is owned by Shonen Jump, not me. This work of fanfiction means no harm to the anime or manga. I make no money from the writing of this story. Also, Ichigo is of age of consent for such relationships as is Rukia in this fic.
Rukia’s self-satisfied smirk remained plastered across her face for the next few minutes. At least until she ran across the person waiting for her in Ukitake’s reception room. Throwing the Sereitei Gazette down, Ichigo glanced up at her.
He crossed arms over his chest, his uniform different from most other shinigami by the presence of an X shaped band of fabric edged in white that formed a collar around his neck halfway. On the backs of his hands was a similar motif, running from crossed bands on his wrists to small designs ending at his first set of knuckles.
“All right, what’s the look for huh? You look like my dad after he’s just sneaked into Ishida san’s office!” Ichigo grumbled, glaring at her.
“Don’t ruin my fun, Idiot,” Rukia complained, hands on her hips as she bend down and glared at him.
“Look Midget you leave me sitting here for a whole damn hour. A whole damn hour of my life I won’t get back and don’t even tell me why? You told me that your brother Byakuya wanted to see me and you bring me HERE?” Ichigo snapped, but his eyes showed only mild irritation rather than anger.
“Fine, come with me, idiot,” said Rukia as she grabbed Ichigo’s hand and yanked him up. He grabbed the bandaged sheathed sword resting against the wall and stumbled after her.
“Hey! Wait up!” he protested.
“Come on, Kurosaki Shinigami Daiko,” she said firmly, dragging him across division 13 by his hand. Ichigo blushed deeply at this.
“What are you doing? People are going to see us!” Ichigo snapped.
“Oh please like that stopped you before,” Rukia rolled her eyes. “It’s not as if they’re going to argue with the fukaitaicho of squad 13!”
“Speaking of arguing, where’s the dynamic duo?” Ichigo asked, trying to change the subject.
“On a secret mission. Which is why I’m smiling,” Rukia informed him, continuing to walk him towards a building he recognized.
“Why are we going here? You said we were gonna talk to Byakuya!” Ichigo protested.
“Don’t you want to get paid? I think working in that odd shop wouldn’t be enough for you pay wise,” she said.
“Okay, what are you going on about?”
Rukia took him to what looked like a cashier window. She said something to the shinigami behind the grille and they tossed down a small bag. She shoved it into Ichigo’s hand saying, “Here.”
“Rukia, you don’t have to give me pay,” Ichigo huffed.
To this Rukia shrugged. “Well you ARE a shinigami daiko again, and Ukitake taicho insisted you get paid for it.”
Ichigo stuffed the bag into his kimono and slung his sword across his back since he had the time to now that Rukia wasn’t dragging him around. Rubbing the back of his neck, he then followed Rukia out of the door. She then felt his hand brush hers and seize it. A small smile crept over her face again.
“Took you long enough to do it on your own,” she teased.
“Shut up. I thought that since you didn’t keep in touch with me it meant your brother didn’t’ want us seeing each other,” Ichigo said.
“That was because you became a human. But now that you’ve regained your power, that’s lifted…” she said.
“Just like THAT? Damn it Rukia…” Ichigo muttered.
“You don’t think I was hurt too? They said to leave you alone because you were human and needed to live your own life!”
“That’s still a shitty excuse not to even say one peep about how things were going!” Ichigo yelled.
“Ichigo,” she sighed as she stopped. She saw the hurt look on his face, and bit her lip.
“I… it really pissed me off,” Ichigo murmured.
“Why didn’t you tell me when we first got back together?” she asked.
“Because excuse me we were fighting Tsukashima!” Ichigo snapped. Hating that way his brow furrowed she stood directly in front of him. Still frustrated Ichigo pulled her into the shade of a tree he figured was away from prying eyes and wrapped his arms around her. Surprised Rukia simply stood there and listened to his heartbeat, ear pressed to his chest. Just the familiar feel of his energy washing over her even though it was tinged with remnants of Full bring stunned her.
Rukia squirmed a bit and pushed a way. “I thought you said at one point that you missed me… like hell…”
Ichigo gripped her by the arms tightly. “How could you have possibly heard that? Were you watching me after all?”
“I….” Rukia began, unable to meet his gaze. The bottom dropped out of Ichigo’s soul at the same time a lump formed in his throat.
“C’mon Rukia… you were watching me and you never ONCE thought to enter a fucking gigai or leave me a note?” Ichigo choked.
“You looked like you were enjoying your life! What right do I have to mess things up for you again?” Rukia yelled back.
Ichigo’s eyes stung with tears he did not dare shed. “Hey, don’t I even get a SAY in it? Who says that I regretted you coming INTO my life in the first place when you changed my whole world?”
“Because maybe I care enough about you to want you to live a happy life without fear of losing everything you love the most?” Rukia yelled, grabbing him by the front of his robe. “Like you lost HER!”
“Damn it Rukia you weren’t inside my head feeling what I was feeling? I lost friends that day and I TRIED to move on? But don’t think for a second I ever thought you messed up my life!”
By now Ichigo had bent down so his mouth was inches from Rukia and their noses almost touched. He was not sure if he was the first to snatch her up or if she was the first to leap up and yank him down by the black X shaped collar thing on his outfit. However, the same minute he latched arms around Rukia so he would not drop her, their mouths collided. Ichigo blushed deeply realizing that she was kissing him back and the set of teeth grinding into his was hers.
“Mmmmm!” he uttered through the meshing of lips and tongue. Her teeth almost bit down devouring him hungrily. His heart pounded at the feel of her pulling on his hair with her small hands. He grabbed her legs and held onto them, forgetting how dangerously close this brought her lower body to his. Feeling his knees growing weak Ichigo leaned her into a tree so he could reposition her legs wrapped around his waist higher up.
Damn it felt good, Ichigo thought. Even better than the awkward kisses, he had shared with girls on other dates.
***
Ichigo saw Rukia’s face glaring at him as she smacked the back of his head. “What are you doing spacing out on me idiot?”
“Nothing,” Ichigo said. “It’s just that you’ve changed as much as I have…”
“You kiss much better than you did before,” Rukia murmured quietly.
“What’s THAT supposed to mean?” Ichigo huffed as he dragged Rukia into his lap and held her down, just as Ryuuken would have done to Tatsuki. Plus having worked at the Unagiya shop taught him a thing or two about how to treat demanding and forceful people with care.
Said woman was now happily dating his father. Between Ryuuken being married to Tatsuki, and his father and Ikumi being lovers, the Kurosaki family was getting its share of pushy women. He considered Tatsuki like a sister, so naturally he assumed her under the Kurosaki name. Rukia felt Ichigo’s hands rubbing her backside and moaned at this especially since he pulled her to straddle him before she realized it.
“You pervert,” she gasped, feeling Ichigo’s bulge in his hakama rubbing hers.
“Your point is what?” Ichigo sighed with a roll of his eyes. Before she could protest, Ichigo’s lips kissed a path up her sensitive neck to just in front of her ear where they lingered. Rukia forgot what she was so bitchy about.
“Ahh, stop doing that! You’re making me forget what I was going to say…”
“Stop what? This?” Ichigo asked with a smirk, enjoying his newfound power over her that he had waited until now to use. He guessed either she had taken a lover in the seventeen months since they were together, or had been loyal to him. However, if she had been with Renji he could not have blamed her.
It just proved she had a thing for pushy hot-tempered red heads. Well technically Ichigo could be considered ‘strawberry blonde’ but he was STILL a redhead. Hissing with impatience Rukia whispered, “Not here.”
“What do you mean?” Ichigo asked, frowning.
“Don’t just do this to me in broad daylight, fool. We need to go someplace more private,” Rukia hissed.
“Okay,” Ichigo murmured, reluctantly letting go of her. He felt her reach down and drag him to his feet instead of doing the opposite. By the hand, she continued to drag him in the direction of one of the gates leading to a richer part of Sereitei.
“Where are we going?”
“My place,” Rukia said.
“Your place as in your apartment or your place as in where Byakuya lives?” Ichigo asked.
“Idiot I LIVE at home,” she said.
“Oh no, that’s JUST what I need. Your brother starting shit because we’re sneaking into…” he began.
“He’s at a Taicho’s meeting all day. Now are we going to do this or NOT?” Rukia snapped.
Realizing that she was not going to budge Ichigo nodded. “F… fine…”
**
“You smell,” Rukia murmured once they walked through the front doors of the estate. The guards let them through without even batting an eyelash at Rukia’s deferring gaze. She had stopped holding his hand and Ichigo realized why. Therefore, he followed two steps behind her.
Through mazes of corridors, she led him until she slid open a door. Ichigo saw the sparse furnishings included a chest, a bureau, low table, and large double futon. Underneath was tatami and glossed wooden flooring. Rukia removed her sword from her sash and placed it on a stand. “Well, put your sword down…”
“Where?” Ichigo asked.
“In here…” Rukia urged, nodding towards the tall closet. He removed Zangetsu in its bindings and stood it up. Sliding the door shut, he pulled Rukia to him and kissed her.
“Not yet. You’re taking a bath,” she whispered.
“Oh c’mon,” he grumbled.
“Bath, NOW,” Rukia snapped. “This way.”
Grumbling Ichigo let her lead him through another maze of corridors. She motioned to the servants to follow when they scampered up to her. Reluctantly Ichigo stopped in front of a set of double doors.
“It’s like an onsen?” he asked. Rukia nodded and Ichigo muttered, “I KNOW what to do in one, you know…”
“This is the Kuchiki private onsen. We won’t be disturbed in here.”
“Yours?” he asked.
“Mine and Nii sama’s. The one the highest ranked Kuchiki nobles use…” she clarified.
“So you want ME to take a bath in here?” Ichigo said.
“Shut up and do it,” said Rukia as she shoved him inside.
“Stupid pain in the ass,” Ichigo grumbled, yet felt her foot planted in his butt propelling him in. He fell lengthwise on his chin with a crash. Rukia followed, and closed the door behind him. Coughing he pushed himself up from the slatted wooden floor. Already Rukia demurely untied her robe.
“Let me,” Ichigo offered, relieved she was going to undress in front of him.
Rukia cocked a brow, and then nodded. Ichigo carefully unknotted the sash, and slid his hands down to pull apart her kimono. As he did this, he bent down and kissed her softly. Rukia’s hands found his sash tie and started to do the same. Somehow, she figured out how to undo the chain belt and set it across the bench. Then she reached up and caressed his chest still covered in the white underclothes.
His hands found the side ties as did hers. When he pushed his off and down Rukia moved up and hesitated touching his chest. Ichigo frowned. “C’mon, you yelled at ME being shy? I’m not taking off any more of your clothes till you take a look at ME.”
“Is that a threat, Ichigo?” she asked.
He grabbed her hands and pushed them on his chest. “Just touch it already.”
“You don’t just order someone to touch you!” she protested but started to run her hands over it. “And why aren’t YOU touching ME, huh?”
“Because I wanted you to touch me first,” Ichigo muttered.
“Baby,” she sighed, and shed her kimono to reveal bandages encasing her breasts. “Here…”
Ichigo reached up and reverently unfastened the bandages, kissing her neck and nipping her ear. Rukia shivered at the balance between roughness and delicacy. Not shy about looking at her to her surprise he then whispered, “C’mon, what are you waiting for?”
“Don’t order me around,” she quipped, edging his hakama down. Her eyes were wide as she backed away and started at him.
“Like what you see?” Ichigo asked honestly.
“Don’t get a swelled head,” Rukia cautioned, but it was clear her eyes were riveted to him. As much as his were to hers once he undid the bandages and started at her chest.
“Nice,” Ichigo said.
“They’re not…”
“Shut up. I like what I see, okay? And if you tell me you’re too small I’ll kick your ass,” Ichigo snapped.
“You mean like you did the first night we met?” she quipped back.
“I didn’t think you were a ghost or shinigami,” Ichigo grumbled, blushing.
“You’re too tall. Why did you have to grow almost three inches,” She complained, standing on her tiptoes. Ichigo leaned down and kissed her lips softly.
“You grew THERE,” he said, cupping her breasts.
“Ahh… Ichigo not so hard…” she gasped. He slowed down, feeling both of them in either hand. Now he found he loved kissing and licking Rukia's chest, once he had gotten over staring at breasts.
“B… bath now…” Rukia yelped.
“Sounds good to me,” Ichigo snickered, scooping her up, and putting her down on one of the benches. She kicked away his hakama and ran a hand down his thighs. He wore boxers instead of a loincloth that made her chuckle. Yet the markings on the backs of his hands were still visible, even though the markings on his chest seemed to have disappeared once she removed the kimono. Now her hands gravitated to the large black X markings on his thighs and calves.
“Don’t these come off?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I never thought to question them,” Ichigo said. “Its part of the remnants of full bring. Or at least according to Hat and Clogs.”
Soap exploded over his bare chest once a sponge collided with his body. White suds streamed over the black x’s almost obscuring them. Rukia stuck her tongue out to him holding another sponge poised. Grabbing a sponge Ichigo lobbed it at her as well. “This means war!”
“Only if you catch me!” Rukia said teasingly. Ichigo almost slipped on the floor if Rukia had not rushed up and steadied him.
Soapy bodies rubbed against one another. Ichigo and Rukia looked at each other, their laughter ceasing. Now that Ichigo had a good look at her body, he finally did blush. Suds covered her in places but he realized that she did not wear a stitch of clothes on her smooth skin. He glimpsed her lower down, and thanks to plenty of the magazines and videos Keigo and Mizuiro had given him could bring himself to admire her without freaking.
Rukia’s hand reached out towards him. Ichigo blushed at the sensation of her hand touching his most intimate place. He landed on his backside, giving a hiss. Again, Rukia palmed and circled him, her eyes closed.
“It’s ok to look,” Ichigo said gently, pulling her to sit next to him. “And you bitched at ME being shy?”
“I… haven’t… really touched one before,” Rukia said quietly. “I mean I’ve SEEN them in pictures, and when I’ve been… with someone before I’d… er…”
“Rukia its ok,” said Ichigo, pulling her hand over his. “I like what you’re doing. And shit I want you to do it more…”
Rukia carefully took a sponge and ran it over his length and orange patch of curly hair. Ichigo’s eyes fluttered shut. Bending in she soaped his thighs and sat on one of them to get more access to his back and shoulders. Ichigo pulled her in for a kiss, picking up a sponge and starting to wash her as well. Having that slick hard thigh under her intimate parts, she latched her legs around it and started to moan softly. Ichigo noticed what she was doing, before he turned her to sit across his lap.
Leaning her head on his soapy wet shoulder, she squeaked at the invasion of fingers below. “Ichigo!”
“Shh, let me do this ok?” Ichigo urged.
Rukia’s head rolled against him. Her thighs clamped on his hand thrusting one finger, then two up into her core. Embarrassed she bucked on the fingers seeking her pleasure center. White soothing tingles counteracted the itch she desperately wanted to satisfy. He heard the beginnings of a whimpering cry and positioned his mouth to kiss her and muffle it.
“I… Ichigo… where did you learn to do that?”
“I um… I AM studying anatomy and physiology,” he quickly spluttered, not wanting to tell her where he really had picked it up.
“Ichigo I… I’m all…” well…”
Waves of awkwardness fell between the two who had just become intimate. She felt relieved seeing Ichigo’s brow crease in a familiar scowl she knew to be just part of his normal range of expressions. Through the sudden lump in her throat she stammered, “R… right… I’m all…”
“Sticky?” Ichigo murmured.
“That’s not very romantic,” Rukia grumbled but could not help agreeing.
“Rukia,” Ichigo muttered, catching his breath. “I… think we should check out the bath…”
**
Hastily she handed him a towel to wrap around himself, and he did not question the sudden need for modesty. Instead, they both walked hand in hand through the sliding doors to a room saturated with steam so thick Ichigo could barely see where the large hot spring sat. A cool wind wafted from above showing a square patch of sky under a private garden of trees overhead. He saw a barrier stretching across half of it, painted or carved with elegant scenes barely discernable in the clouds of condensation. Noticing the door they had come in through compared to one that must be on the other side from the symmetry of the room he guessed it was like any other onsen no matter how opulent. A screen to divide men and women.
“Uh… was it okay to bathe in the same room? I mean which side is the girls and which is the guys?” Ichigo could not help but ask. Against the back of his head, he felt a slap, surprised that she could reach that high.
“Idiot! Do you think it matters now?” she snapped.
Brown eyes glared in protest as he rubbed the abused spot on his head. “Oww c’mon!”
However, Rukia seemed to have vanished into the steam like a ghost. He could barely see her through the mist had a breeze not blown and unsettled the whitish grey shroud on the water’s surface. He felt tile and stone under his bare tones, a bit concerned that he would slip if he moved any faster. “Rukia…” he called out.
Her voice came to him from the water’s edge, “Hurry up and get in will you?”
“Fine, fine,” Ichigo relented, dipping a toe into the edge of the pool once he reached the stairs leading down into it. Such a difference in temperature between the cool air and the hot water was there that he almost broke into a sweat. Through the clouds, her hand thrust towards him like a beacon along with her voice.
“Ichigo?”
“Right here. Are you going to make me play Marco Polo now?” he griped, pulling the towel off and throwing it to the side out of the way.
“What do you mean? He’s been dead for more than a thousand years,” Rukia quipped. Bingo. That dark bell of short hair was unmistakable. Immersed to the level of her chin Rukia sat on the far end of the hot springs. Small ripples of water lapped into her face after Ichigo submerged himself fully in the water. With each inch he slid inside the rising level of warmth, impregnated liquid beamed its heat straight into his tired sore muscles. No doubt, he must be flushed bright pink thanks to his fair complexion.
Lowering himself to sit next to Rukia he sighed. “Ahhh… it’s nice…”
His hand lingered on her slippery wet shoulder, guiding her to sit in between his legs. He braced his back against the comfortable stone seats carved in the far end. Letting his legs drift up in the bubbling water, he spread his arms out on either side.
“Can I… we…” she asked, grabbing his shoulders. Swallowing hard she straddled him, sitting directly on top so his member poked at her slick entrance.
“Here?” Ichigo whispered, panting in the hot spring. Rukia nodded, clinging to his neck.
Kissing her pulse Ichigo could not refuse. He had waited so long, and knew that they both wanted it. Carefully he dipped his tip just into her entrance. Thanks to the slick soap, he slid inside. Rukia panted deeply, biting her lip.
“I… Ichigo…” she stammered again, eyes wide. “I feel like… I have to go…”
“Fuck… so good,” Ichigo got out.
“Of all the things to say!” Rukia snapped, but it was clear she was nervous and a bit shy. Ichigo looked at her intently to see if she was uncomfortable.
“You ok? It’s me Rukia. Ichigo. Don’t be nervous. Unless you want to stop…”
“If you do, I’ll use Sode no Shirayuki,” she threatened, feeling him twitch. Tight, hot, and sore but very welcome. She guessed that from what she knew he was a good size.
“I don’t know about you but it feels freaking good from where I am,” Ichigo reassured her, shifting his hips.
“I feel like I have to pee,” Rukia admitted, blushing.
Instead of giving her an awkward look, Ichigo blinked. “If you got to go, we can stop.”
“No I said it FEELS like it, not that I HAVE to!” Rukia blurted out, shivering.
Close to his hard muscular body, the orange haired young man clutched her so she felt safe. “Hey Rukia, it’s ok. I’m nervous too.”
“Nervous doing THIS?” Rukia half yelped as Ichigo thrust up into her again and she pushed back down.
“I was… uh… afraid that you wouldn’t… ohhh…. Want this with me,” Ichigo confessed.
“Now you are stupid,” Rukia muttered, relaxing finally so he moved in and out more easily. Throughout her body, shockwaves of pleasure began to erupt with the descent of his energy merging with hers. Rukia almost saw stars at the intensity of their coupling, as did Ichigo. Both could swear they soared far beyond the present moment into a dimension beyond spirit or reality.
Breathing chests heaved against one another before slowing to deep sighs. Rukia could swear she had almost blacked out but Ichigo’s arms anchored her to reality. He could hear his own heartbeat and what sounded like her chuckling. “Wh… what?”
“That… was worth waiting for,” Rukia murmured, caressing his hair fondly.