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Log: Complete
When; February 14th, Lust-day. XD
Rating; NC-17 baby! About damned time!
Characters; Kuchiki Rukia![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
juicebox_woes, Kurosaki Ichigountame
Summary; Oh I think it speaks for itself well enough, guys. And yeah, it takes a curse to get these two to own up to things. XD
Log;
Heading home over the rooftops, she tried to ignore the way things had just gone down. Certainly she knew about the...relationship between Soifon-taichou and Yoruichi. But..that didn't mean she needed to see it. It was probably a curse, her rational mind reminded her as she alighted on a streetlamp. Afterall, neither of the two women were the sort to simply...pounce on each other like that. At least, not when they had company. Regardless of the cause, however, the end result had been the same. That of the petite shinigami making a hurried excuse and exiting the hotsprings in record time.
I just wish I'd had time to change...
She wasn't as worried about Ichigo seeing her in the different uniform. Afterall, he already knew about her training. But..the special forces combat uniform was COLD with it's gaps over her hips and the lack of a back. Rukia muttered a curse as the chilly breeze gusted right into that gap on her side and down her legs. Definitely should have changed.
It'd been fairly quiet the previous day. Rukia had disappeared fairly early, content to spend the day back with her newfound mentors. Nell had left, most likely to go and see Momo or Kira. And he himself had done little else than restocking the fridge and clearing up the newest mess that the two had made. Quite who the cause had been, he didn't know, but that didn't seem to matter anymore. No matter who'd caused it, he'd been the one to clean it.
And now, he sat at the side of the sofa, relaxing back into the cushioned seats as he stared almost blankly at the television. The credits had begun to roll, Ichigo's attention being pulled away as the soft music began to filter through the room. Glancing up the clock, his eyes widened slightly as he registered the time. Gone 1 am, and he hadn't even noticed. The fact the house had been quiet for so long probably had something to do with that though. There'd been no change since those few hours ago that he'd sat down.
So, with a nod of his head, he finally woke himself up enough to pick up the remote and turn off the television. And a moment later, he was on his feet, popping bones back into place.
Dropping to the cement outside the apartment building, she glanced up and frowned slightly. The light was still on. Which meant one of two things. Either he'd gone to sleep and forgotten to turn it off, or Ichigo was still up. Shrugging her slight shoulders, she headed up the stairs to the door with the slightly crooked numbers on it. Not as though it made a difference whether he was awake or not. It wasn't as though she was going to come in beating on a gong or something. Sighing, she pulled her key out of her pocket and stuck it into the lock, turning the knob to let herself quietly in. She shuddered slightly as a last chilled gust of air clawed at her before stepping inside and turning to shut the door behind her.
The sound of the door opening echoed throughout the room, causing Ichigo's gaze to snap straight toward the door. A smile reached his face at the sight of the shorter shinigami entering the warmth of the room. But that lasted all of a few seconds as he watched her step inside, turning smoothly round to close the door. The smile soon turned to a smirk as he gave up simply watching and began to make his way silently toward her. Pausing a short space away, a hand came up to each side of Rukia, pressing flat against the door beside her. Head dropping down toward her shoulder, he nuzzled into her neck gently before speaking. "...took you long enough." Something was up, and he didn't know what. All he knew was that he wanted to be exactly where he was.
She'd been so caught up in her mental chastising of the weather that she hadn't even noticed his stealthy approach. That being said, the impact of his hands on the door coupled with the feel of his lips on her neck was enough to make her jump in surprise. Swallowing hard, she reached a hand up to ruffle his orange hair. "H..Hi, you." His words caused her to frown slightly, ignoring the warmth that rose in her cheeks at his sudden and unexpected display of affection. "You..were waiting up for me?"
Stepping close enough to press against her, a hand dropped from the door, moving to wrap tightly around her small waist, pulling her flush against him. "Must've been." Not that he really knew anymore. The only thing that seemed to be registering in his mind just then was the fact that both he and Rukia were together, alone, in an apartment that wasn't going to be disturbed any time soon. That and the fact that Rukia seemed to be just the right shape to fit against him. That her neck had just the right curve for him to trail him lips up toward her ear. That scent that he just didn't seem to be able to get enough of. "Have fun?"
Blueviolet eyes widened. This..this wasn't the Ichigo she was used to. Normally he was somewhat awkward with this sort of thing, always seeming as though it embarassed him a bit. Eyes flickering around, she took note of the fact that Nell was absent, the door was locked, and there didnt' seem to be any company. That meant...she and Ichigo were....alone.
It must be...some sort of curse. Like with Soifon-taichou and Yoruichi-san. I should-
All of her internal musings shattered as his lips slid from her neck up to her ear as her eyes slipped closed, hands tightening slightly on his sleeves as her breath caught in her throat. Swallowing, she simply nodded. "Uh..huh..."
His other hand moved from the door, sliding down to her face to tilt it enough for him mouth to travel across her jaw and to her mouth. From there, it continued, moving down her side, fingers trailing along the exposed skin of her side. His lips moved gently, pressing a kiss gently against her own. "No one's coming back." As close to a warning as it looked like he'd ever reach.
"Th...they aren't?" Well that definitely complicated things. Not....that she wasn't responding to his attentions, wanting his touch, practically melting at the feel of his lips against her skin. Rukia knew she should be protesting, stopping him, pushing him away. It wasn't right, not when he wasn't in his right mind. But even as the words formed in her head, his mouth drove them out again with it's light touch that nonetheless seemed to sear right through her soul. Fingers clenched, then relaxed, hands sliding hesitantly up his forearms to his shoulders as she kissed him back. It...was ok, wasn't it? It was what they both wanted, despite the fact that neither of them had actually been able to muster the gumption to actually say it. But...they knew each other. Knew each other so well and to such a degree that the words seldom actually needed to be said.
Her reactions were all the signs he needed. She was responding, and it was definately in a positive way. His smirk returned as he pulled back, his hands moving to her sides. A moment later, the door was used once again, this time as Ichigo turned Rukia so her back was pressed against the wood. That was the only opportunity he allowed for breathing, before he was back against her, his mouth on her skin as he trailed a row of kisses across her collarbone. Meanwhile, his hands were back at her sides, slipping in through the gaps in sides to rest on the warm skin beneath.
It was pointless to try and resist at this point, and she was tired of resisting. Hands slid from his shoulders and up the back of his neck to tangle in thick orange hair as she whimpered slightly at the feel of his lips against her skin. She might as well admit it to herself, she'd wanted this. Wanted it for a long time, since before he'd come to rescue her from her execution, and since he had given her permission to stay with him at night, it had only been getting harder to ignore it. She'd thought he didn't realize what his touch did to her, the way her breath caught and electricity shot down her spine at the feel of his breath on her neck or her ear at night. But now...she wasn't so sure that he didn't know exactly what he was doing.
He knew there was something strange going on. It wasn't like him to just go ahead with what he was feeling. But as much as he'd try to deny otherwise, he also knew this was what he wanted. Why it'd taken so long for him to work it out, he didn't know. But now, things were changing. Things were different from before, and he knew, that if things continued the way he seemed to want things to, things wouldn't ever go back to how they were. Pulling back a little, he moved back to face Rukia properly, his expression as serious as he could make it, despite the fact he was clearly trying to hold himself back. "Do you want this?"
She bit back a disappointed whimper as he pulled back, irritation flashing in the back of her mind. Was he blind?! Didn't he see the way he could, with one touch, melt her into a puddle on the floor? Gasping for breath, she frowned slightly at him. Alright, well if he wasn't going to pick up on the signs, she would just have to make sure she gave him a sign he couldn't miss. "Yes. I want this. You have no idea how long I've wanted this." And, not giving him the chance to say anything else, she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him back to her to slant her mouth over his.
If it hadn't been clear before, it was now. Letting her lead the kiss, his hands slowly moved to Rukia's obi, fingers tugging at the knot as he began to untie it. She'd given him the 'go ahead' and so, he wasn't going to waste a moment. Even if they had a lifetime to do whatever they wanted, it was only the 'right now' that concerned him just then. And his right now involved a certain shinigami, dressed in what had come to be his favourite uniform, and who was ready to take the next step.
Well, she'd known he liked the uniform. Even though he hadn't said anything to her, she wasn't blind to the way his eyes raked her form when he thought she wasn't looking. But...that wasn't important right now. No, what was important was Ichigo, and the way he was kissing her and the fact that she felt significant dislike towards the shirt he was wearing. The shirt which, by all rights, had no business being between her and him. Her hands untangled themselves from his hair and pulled back, sliding down his chest to grab the hem of the offending garment. Sliding underneath the material, she let her fingers dance across the lines of muscle on his stomach with a giggle. He really was in ridiculously good shape. Not that she didn't appreciate it. She did. But this was the first time she'd really been allowed to explore what she was beginning to feel a strong desire to brand as hers in some way, shape, or form.
His breath caught at the feel of her own hands on his stomach. Pulling his head back only slightly, he took a moment to recapture his breath, before ducking back down once again. Finally managing to untie the knot, the long material was loosened enough to be dropped to the ground. No time to unwind it all. Only once it had hit the floor did he move back again. This time is was so he could reach the ties at the front of her hakama to begin riding her of the next item of clothing.
Noting his quick intake of breath, she grinned slightly as he pulled away to gasp for air, letting her hands slide up the flat planes of his chest and stomach, pushing the shirt with them. Pulling back slightly, she stuck out her bottom lip in a pout. "Ichigo~ Your shirt's in the way~" As if to punctuate her "complaint", she leaned forward to touch her tongue to the skin she'd uncovered.
He flinched, unable to help himself at her newest 'attack'. It was all it took for him to almost tear the shirt over his head. The material had barely touched the floor before the second set of ties on Rukia hakama were hitting the cool floor, allowing it to drop to the floor with the slightest movement.
She yelped slightly at the sudden breeze as the material fell to the floor in a puddle of black around her feet. Which left her and Ichigo in opposing positions. He without his shirt, and she with nothing but a shirt. Reaching hands up into his hair, she pulled him back down to her level, kissing him fiercely as her hands resumed their roaming of his torso, gentle fingertips exploring every line of muscle, every scar, every little nuance of skin that they came to. Taking a page from his book, she pulled her mouth from his to trail a line of kisses down the side of his neck to bite down on his shoulder.
Another pause hin his breathing as Rukia took the initative. The final layer piece of uniform she wore was more than he'd like. Which was his reasoning behind its quick removal, a moment before he was pressed back against Rukia, barely able to restrain himself from grinding against her.
A whimpering moan was the answer he got as his hips pressed against hers. Arms winding around his neck, she let go of his shoulder to lavish her attention on the skin right above his collarbone, nails digging into his back. As much as she wasn't really thinking at the moment, the one thing that was able to get through her passion-fogged brain was that this would probably be a bit more comfortable for Ichigo if he didn't have to stay bent over like he was. And so, with a slight hop, she pushed herself up the door to where she could wrap long legs around his waist. Now, that was easier.
He couldn't hide the pants that came as a result of Rukia's actions. Her own moaning. The sudden change in position. Hands moved to hold her up, pressing her back against the door. Her shift was all it took for him to loose the little control he had as he finally rolled his hips against her, a moan escaping him as he muffled himself against her shoulder.
Her murmer of his name cut off in a strangled gasping whimper as his hips ground against hers, and she tightened her legs around him in response, letting her head loll back as his lips impacted the bare skin of her shoulder again. She wanted this, needed this, and she had no idea how she'd been so blind to it, so determined to ignore it before. Especially since she could tell quite easily that she wasn't the only one who felt that way. But...there were pants in the way. Hands shakily slid their way back over his shoulders to trace themselves down his chest, nails scratching ever so slightly as they made their way down to the metal buckle on his belt, tugging at it as she pressed her hips back against his with another whimper.
Heavy breaths were his only response as his mind traced alongside Rukia's hands. A sudden jolt his him as she reached the buckle of his belt, the seriousness of the situation finally hitting him. He knew what was going to happen. And sure, he wasn't sure exactly what had started this moment. But he knew what he wanted. And above all, he knew why. Looking back up at Rukia, he gave a shaky smile, the sweat already starting to collect on his skin. "I love you."
She froze for a moment, violet eyes locked with his brown ones. He...had just said it. Without..any hesitation, without any of the usual sense of unease that accompanied it. Rukia swallowed back the lump that rose in her throat. Any doubts she might have had about their current course of action went by the wayside. This was right. Blinking back tears, she smiled back at him. "I love you too, Ichigo." Leaning in, she seized his lips in a firey kiss as her hands resumed their fumbling with the irritating metal square.
And those simple words were all it took for everything to slide into place. Kissing back with equal ferocity, his hands shifted, freeing one to help with undoing his belt. Head moving back to Rukia's shoulder, he rested his forehead there, taking deep breaths to try and get himself under control for what was about to happen.
Well now that the belt was out of the way, it just left those pesky trousers. Which, she surmised, were likely a bit uncomfortable for him. Especially now. Sliding nimble fingers down to dance over the rather tight front, she fiddled with the zipper for a moment before she managed to get a grip on it, tugging on the small piece of metal before she slipped questiong fingers inside the waistband to brush against skin she'd never thought she'd actually be touching. Well, at least outside her dreams, that is.
It took all he had to keep his knees from giving out then and there. Body shaking slightly, he found himself rooted to the spot. If he were to move just then, he knew it'd involve reaching the ground in record time. "R-Rukia..." His voice was strained with the effort to keep himself from grinding against her. Instead, he shifted into her hold, needing more than he could explain right then.
As he shifted, pushing himself against her hand, she responded by sliding her fingers further down to wrap around him, small hand exploring the unique feel that wasn't unlike steel wrapped in silk. She swallowed at hearing him whimper her name that way, feeling the sound send tingles down her spine. SHE was doing that to him, making him whimper that way, causing the tremors she could see in his frame. And that knowledge just made her want him more.
"W-want...need..." It was as though his brain had packed up and gone on vacation. All he knew was that every move Rukia made seemed to end up the same way; with him wanting her more and more. His breaths came quicker, the sweat starting to roll down his skin as he did his best to muffle his moans.
Want. Need. Two things that certainly weren't limited to Ichigo at the moment. Pulling her hand free, she pushed at the waist of his pants with hands and toes, pulling her legs back to brace her feet against his hips. Damned pants wouldn't come off. Mentally she cursed the fact that Ichigo didn't wear loose things like she did. Forget that she liked that he wore tight pants, right now they were merely another barrier between her and what she wanted. What they both wanted. And oh, but the way he was breathing, and moaning against her neck was driving her crazy. Whether he knew how sensitive that part of her neck was or not, she didn't care at this point because intentional or not, the feeling of his breath against sensitive skin was enough to make her whimper and grind her hips against him harder. Anything, to keep him from stopping.
He could feel it. His legs were set to give out. Not to mention the fact he still needed to get his jeans off first. Which was why he slowly had to bring Rukia back to the ground, letting her feet reach the floor once again. His head rested against the door for a few seconds while he regained his breath, his hands moving to force his trousers down to slide to his feet at the same time. Only once he'd managed that did he step back to Rukia again, his mouth on hers in moments, before he was back to picking her up once again.
Her disappointed whimper at being put down was cut off when his mouth found hers again and she was hoisted back up and pinned between his torso and the wall. With a moan, she rolled her hips against his, eyes nearly rolling back in her head at the feel of skin meeting skin. Her arms went around his shoulders, nails digging into his back as she pulled him closer, tongue running along the edge of his ear.
In those few seconds, Ichigo was back to the same state he'd been in before. The only difference being that it was now easier to do something about it. Pulling his head back a little, Ichigo took a few deep breaths as he simply looked back at Rukia. Only when she was ready...
Blueviolet met brown as she stared into his eyes, black hair sticking to her face, cheeks flushed. She knew what he wanted, and bit her lip. She knew it would probably hurt. Though she might not have known from personal experience, there were plenty of other girls in the 13th division, and she'd heard them talk. In fact, she'd even been teased for her "inexperience" as well. Because she was a Kuchiki. Nobility. Untouchable and unreachable, and so no one had ever even tried. Not that she'd given them much cause to. Closeness hadn't been something she was used to. At least..not until Ichigo. But..that was why he was different. Special. The only one she could even see herself being this close with. And that was why she swallowed and answered him with a nod and a tightening of her arms around his neck.
So this was it. This was what it all boiled down to. They were going through with it now. Sex. One of the last things he'd expected to be doing right then. And yet at the same time, the one thing that felt most right at that point. At her simple response, Ichigo dropped a hand between then, his teeth gritting tightly as he began to guide himself into place. Another look up to Rukia, and he placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "...Rukia..." Watching her carefully, he slowly began to push forward, trying to keep as gentle as he could, given the situation.
She held her breath as she felt him began to push, willing herself not to give into the sudden reaction to tense up. Tensing up would be a bad thing. Besides, she loved him, trusted him. Wanted him. Wanted this. Her fingers slid up the back of his neck and into orange hair as she tightened her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
He continued forward, pushing in until he'd moved as far as was possible. It was only then that he paused, a smile on his face despite how heavy his breaths were. "...you okay?" Because afterall, that was all that mattered to him really.
She whimpered slightly, biting down on his shoulder as she felt him push completely inside her. It hurt, but it was certainly nothing like most of the injuries she'd suffered in the past. Blinking back the tears that squeezed from the corners of her eyes, she pulled back and nodded. "Yeah...it's..supposed to hurt a bit at first. But...it's not bad."
A hand moved to her face, thumb wiping at the tears that appeared. Moving forward carefully, Ichigo pressed a soft kiss against her lips, lasting only a few moments. "I love you. More'n I can explain." A moment later, his hands were on her hips, holding her tightly as he carefully pulled back, before sliding forward yet again. A groan tore from his throat, head starting to duck, before he forced himself to look back up to Rukia once again.
"I know. It's the same for me, Ichigo. The same for me." With a whimpered moan, her head dropped back to rest against the door, hands bunching in his hair as she felt him start to move. It was an unusual feeling, being filled, feeling him shifting slowly in and out. But..the pain was rapidly fading, to be replaced by a coiling tension that seemed to send tendrils of electrical current shattering all the way down her nerve endings. Her nails dug into the skin on his back as she bit back another moan. Swallowing, she opened hazy eyes, forcing pupils to focus on him as she tightened her arms around his shoulders. "Go ahead. You don't...have to hold back, Ichigo."
"Tell me if..." It hurt. She changed her mind. He did something wrong. There were too many if's for him to think of right then. Instead, he'd focus on the one thing. The fact that he was there, with Rukia. She was the only one he could and would do this with. And her simple command was enough to spur him into moving again. Slowly, in and out, Ichigo began to build up a rhytmn, his head coming to rest on Rukia once again as he forced the air into his lungs with each thrust. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. Not only was he doing this for the first time, but it was also with the single person he'd ever truely been able to say he loved. Things only seemed to be getting better between them.
Legs wrapping around his waist, she locked her ankles at the small of his back, breath coming in short gasps with each thrust. There was...no way for her to describe it. It was...magical, exquisite, intense, perfect. Every word she could think of and a whole host of others that just refused to gain tangible forms. But..even beyond that, it was her and it was Ichigo. Together. Closer then they'd ever been before, and even then, she still wanted to be closer to him. Tightening her legs around him, she ground her hips against his, meeting his thrusts with her own motion, the sensations shooting along her limbs and through her mind like shockwaves as she whimpered his name, nails digging further into his back.
Each move made, from either he or Rukia, caused a different feeling to wash through him. Pleasure. Definately pleasure. Warmth. Need. Lust. Want. But above all, love. It was that single emotion that had fuelled everything that ever seemed to happen between them. It was love that had changed their relationship from aquaintance to friendship. And now it'd gone a step futher, mutated into something he was both glad and scared of. It was new. It was something he wanted. And as of a week ago, he'd realised it was something he needed. She was what he needed. Another thrust and he could feel a burning feeling in the pit of his stomach, his hands moving to simply support Rukia instead of trying to keep her still. Another thrust and he was almost glueing his mouth to hers. And other trust and he gave up on trying to keep his moans quiet.
It was everything she'd ever been told it was, mixed with everything she'd ever hoped it would be, and tied up with everything she had never even dreamed it could be. And it was everything she'd ever wanted and had never known she'd been missing. It was everything that made her whole. He made her whole. Mouth crashing into his, she moaned into it, nearly sobbing his name as her hips pushed against his, wanting more, needing more, begging for the release that was oh so close and hovering just outside her reach.
His legs were shaking, body slicked with sweat, breathing heavy, and yet he refused to stop. Not yet. Not until they were both sated. A hand moved to the wall, using it to support himself as his head dropped back to Rukia's shoulder once again. Eyes screwing shut, he focused all his energy on continuing to move, his movements growing more erratic with each second that passed. Finally, after a few more thrusts, he felt the unmistakable feeling, his gut clenching tightly as his only warning. A single thrust and he pushed forward as far as he could, a low groan, mixed in with Rukia's name being the only sound he could make just then.
She could feel the tension coiling low in her stomach, biting her lip as she tried to keep from digging her nails any further into his back then they probably already were. The wall against her back, Ichigo pressed against her, his head on her shoulder as one of her hands tangled in his hair. He was close as well, she could tell by the way his motions changed. But..that was about all that she could manage to make sense of as her own mind clawed at her, sensations overloading her body and sending her finally crashing over the edge. She bit down on his shoulder again to muffle the scream that was his name as she felt her muscles clench around him, vision blurring as the lights exploded behind her eyes and the world went white.
He was motionless for what seemed like hours, simply trying to get his body back under control. His breath came as pants, trying to even themselves out gradually. His heart still raced, having yet to go back to anything remotely normal. And the small frame he still fought to support seemed to grow heavier by the moment as his strength began to give out. Sliding himself back out of Rukia, he carefully began to lower them both to the ground, not trusting himself to move futher than a few steps. And the arm that held Rukia didn't seem to budge, wanting nothing more than to stay as close to her as he could.
Ichigo wasn't the only one who didn't trust his legs to work. And though she couldn't manage to catch her breath to tell him so, Rukia was inwardly glad that they were now safely on the floor. At least that meant they couldn't fall any further. Arms linked loosly around his neck, she rested her chin on his shoulder, panting as she pulled her legs under her to curl up in his lap, small body still trembling with the aftershocks. After what seemed like an eternity, she pulled back up to look at him. With a gentle smile, she reached up and brushed an errant strand of orange hair aside before leaning in to give him a gentle kiss on the lips. "I love you."
It was his back this time that sat flat against the door, using it as the only means to keep him upright. Arms wrapped around Rukia carefully, he ducked forward a little, returning the kiss as well as he could, considering his current lack of energy. The three words were enough to make him force his eyes back open as he looked down at Rukia. "Love you too." And it wouldn't change.
Rating; NC-17 baby! About damned time!
Characters; Kuchiki Rukia
juicebox_woes, Kurosaki IchigountameSummary; Oh I think it speaks for itself well enough, guys. And yeah, it takes a curse to get these two to own up to things. XD
Log;
Heading home over the rooftops, she tried to ignore the way things had just gone down. Certainly she knew about the...relationship between Soifon-taichou and Yoruichi. But..that didn't mean she needed to see it. It was probably a curse, her rational mind reminded her as she alighted on a streetlamp. Afterall, neither of the two women were the sort to simply...pounce on each other like that. At least, not when they had company. Regardless of the cause, however, the end result had been the same. That of the petite shinigami making a hurried excuse and exiting the hotsprings in record time.
I just wish I'd had time to change...
She wasn't as worried about Ichigo seeing her in the different uniform. Afterall, he already knew about her training. But..the special forces combat uniform was COLD with it's gaps over her hips and the lack of a back. Rukia muttered a curse as the chilly breeze gusted right into that gap on her side and down her legs. Definitely should have changed.
It'd been fairly quiet the previous day. Rukia had disappeared fairly early, content to spend the day back with her newfound mentors. Nell had left, most likely to go and see Momo or Kira. And he himself had done little else than restocking the fridge and clearing up the newest mess that the two had made. Quite who the cause had been, he didn't know, but that didn't seem to matter anymore. No matter who'd caused it, he'd been the one to clean it.
And now, he sat at the side of the sofa, relaxing back into the cushioned seats as he stared almost blankly at the television. The credits had begun to roll, Ichigo's attention being pulled away as the soft music began to filter through the room. Glancing up the clock, his eyes widened slightly as he registered the time. Gone 1 am, and he hadn't even noticed. The fact the house had been quiet for so long probably had something to do with that though. There'd been no change since those few hours ago that he'd sat down.
So, with a nod of his head, he finally woke himself up enough to pick up the remote and turn off the television. And a moment later, he was on his feet, popping bones back into place.
Dropping to the cement outside the apartment building, she glanced up and frowned slightly. The light was still on. Which meant one of two things. Either he'd gone to sleep and forgotten to turn it off, or Ichigo was still up. Shrugging her slight shoulders, she headed up the stairs to the door with the slightly crooked numbers on it. Not as though it made a difference whether he was awake or not. It wasn't as though she was going to come in beating on a gong or something. Sighing, she pulled her key out of her pocket and stuck it into the lock, turning the knob to let herself quietly in. She shuddered slightly as a last chilled gust of air clawed at her before stepping inside and turning to shut the door behind her.
The sound of the door opening echoed throughout the room, causing Ichigo's gaze to snap straight toward the door. A smile reached his face at the sight of the shorter shinigami entering the warmth of the room. But that lasted all of a few seconds as he watched her step inside, turning smoothly round to close the door. The smile soon turned to a smirk as he gave up simply watching and began to make his way silently toward her. Pausing a short space away, a hand came up to each side of Rukia, pressing flat against the door beside her. Head dropping down toward her shoulder, he nuzzled into her neck gently before speaking. "...took you long enough." Something was up, and he didn't know what. All he knew was that he wanted to be exactly where he was.
She'd been so caught up in her mental chastising of the weather that she hadn't even noticed his stealthy approach. That being said, the impact of his hands on the door coupled with the feel of his lips on her neck was enough to make her jump in surprise. Swallowing hard, she reached a hand up to ruffle his orange hair. "H..Hi, you." His words caused her to frown slightly, ignoring the warmth that rose in her cheeks at his sudden and unexpected display of affection. "You..were waiting up for me?"
Stepping close enough to press against her, a hand dropped from the door, moving to wrap tightly around her small waist, pulling her flush against him. "Must've been." Not that he really knew anymore. The only thing that seemed to be registering in his mind just then was the fact that both he and Rukia were together, alone, in an apartment that wasn't going to be disturbed any time soon. That and the fact that Rukia seemed to be just the right shape to fit against him. That her neck had just the right curve for him to trail him lips up toward her ear. That scent that he just didn't seem to be able to get enough of. "Have fun?"
Blueviolet eyes widened. This..this wasn't the Ichigo she was used to. Normally he was somewhat awkward with this sort of thing, always seeming as though it embarassed him a bit. Eyes flickering around, she took note of the fact that Nell was absent, the door was locked, and there didnt' seem to be any company. That meant...she and Ichigo were....alone.
It must be...some sort of curse. Like with Soifon-taichou and Yoruichi-san. I should-
All of her internal musings shattered as his lips slid from her neck up to her ear as her eyes slipped closed, hands tightening slightly on his sleeves as her breath caught in her throat. Swallowing, she simply nodded. "Uh..huh..."
His other hand moved from the door, sliding down to her face to tilt it enough for him mouth to travel across her jaw and to her mouth. From there, it continued, moving down her side, fingers trailing along the exposed skin of her side. His lips moved gently, pressing a kiss gently against her own. "No one's coming back." As close to a warning as it looked like he'd ever reach.
"Th...they aren't?" Well that definitely complicated things. Not....that she wasn't responding to his attentions, wanting his touch, practically melting at the feel of his lips against her skin. Rukia knew she should be protesting, stopping him, pushing him away. It wasn't right, not when he wasn't in his right mind. But even as the words formed in her head, his mouth drove them out again with it's light touch that nonetheless seemed to sear right through her soul. Fingers clenched, then relaxed, hands sliding hesitantly up his forearms to his shoulders as she kissed him back. It...was ok, wasn't it? It was what they both wanted, despite the fact that neither of them had actually been able to muster the gumption to actually say it. But...they knew each other. Knew each other so well and to such a degree that the words seldom actually needed to be said.
Her reactions were all the signs he needed. She was responding, and it was definately in a positive way. His smirk returned as he pulled back, his hands moving to her sides. A moment later, the door was used once again, this time as Ichigo turned Rukia so her back was pressed against the wood. That was the only opportunity he allowed for breathing, before he was back against her, his mouth on her skin as he trailed a row of kisses across her collarbone. Meanwhile, his hands were back at her sides, slipping in through the gaps in sides to rest on the warm skin beneath.
It was pointless to try and resist at this point, and she was tired of resisting. Hands slid from his shoulders and up the back of his neck to tangle in thick orange hair as she whimpered slightly at the feel of his lips against her skin. She might as well admit it to herself, she'd wanted this. Wanted it for a long time, since before he'd come to rescue her from her execution, and since he had given her permission to stay with him at night, it had only been getting harder to ignore it. She'd thought he didn't realize what his touch did to her, the way her breath caught and electricity shot down her spine at the feel of his breath on her neck or her ear at night. But now...she wasn't so sure that he didn't know exactly what he was doing.
He knew there was something strange going on. It wasn't like him to just go ahead with what he was feeling. But as much as he'd try to deny otherwise, he also knew this was what he wanted. Why it'd taken so long for him to work it out, he didn't know. But now, things were changing. Things were different from before, and he knew, that if things continued the way he seemed to want things to, things wouldn't ever go back to how they were. Pulling back a little, he moved back to face Rukia properly, his expression as serious as he could make it, despite the fact he was clearly trying to hold himself back. "Do you want this?"
She bit back a disappointed whimper as he pulled back, irritation flashing in the back of her mind. Was he blind?! Didn't he see the way he could, with one touch, melt her into a puddle on the floor? Gasping for breath, she frowned slightly at him. Alright, well if he wasn't going to pick up on the signs, she would just have to make sure she gave him a sign he couldn't miss. "Yes. I want this. You have no idea how long I've wanted this." And, not giving him the chance to say anything else, she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him back to her to slant her mouth over his.
If it hadn't been clear before, it was now. Letting her lead the kiss, his hands slowly moved to Rukia's obi, fingers tugging at the knot as he began to untie it. She'd given him the 'go ahead' and so, he wasn't going to waste a moment. Even if they had a lifetime to do whatever they wanted, it was only the 'right now' that concerned him just then. And his right now involved a certain shinigami, dressed in what had come to be his favourite uniform, and who was ready to take the next step.
Well, she'd known he liked the uniform. Even though he hadn't said anything to her, she wasn't blind to the way his eyes raked her form when he thought she wasn't looking. But...that wasn't important right now. No, what was important was Ichigo, and the way he was kissing her and the fact that she felt significant dislike towards the shirt he was wearing. The shirt which, by all rights, had no business being between her and him. Her hands untangled themselves from his hair and pulled back, sliding down his chest to grab the hem of the offending garment. Sliding underneath the material, she let her fingers dance across the lines of muscle on his stomach with a giggle. He really was in ridiculously good shape. Not that she didn't appreciate it. She did. But this was the first time she'd really been allowed to explore what she was beginning to feel a strong desire to brand as hers in some way, shape, or form.
His breath caught at the feel of her own hands on his stomach. Pulling his head back only slightly, he took a moment to recapture his breath, before ducking back down once again. Finally managing to untie the knot, the long material was loosened enough to be dropped to the ground. No time to unwind it all. Only once it had hit the floor did he move back again. This time is was so he could reach the ties at the front of her hakama to begin riding her of the next item of clothing.
Noting his quick intake of breath, she grinned slightly as he pulled away to gasp for air, letting her hands slide up the flat planes of his chest and stomach, pushing the shirt with them. Pulling back slightly, she stuck out her bottom lip in a pout. "Ichigo~ Your shirt's in the way~" As if to punctuate her "complaint", she leaned forward to touch her tongue to the skin she'd uncovered.
He flinched, unable to help himself at her newest 'attack'. It was all it took for him to almost tear the shirt over his head. The material had barely touched the floor before the second set of ties on Rukia hakama were hitting the cool floor, allowing it to drop to the floor with the slightest movement.
She yelped slightly at the sudden breeze as the material fell to the floor in a puddle of black around her feet. Which left her and Ichigo in opposing positions. He without his shirt, and she with nothing but a shirt. Reaching hands up into his hair, she pulled him back down to her level, kissing him fiercely as her hands resumed their roaming of his torso, gentle fingertips exploring every line of muscle, every scar, every little nuance of skin that they came to. Taking a page from his book, she pulled her mouth from his to trail a line of kisses down the side of his neck to bite down on his shoulder.
Another pause hin his breathing as Rukia took the initative. The final layer piece of uniform she wore was more than he'd like. Which was his reasoning behind its quick removal, a moment before he was pressed back against Rukia, barely able to restrain himself from grinding against her.
A whimpering moan was the answer he got as his hips pressed against hers. Arms winding around his neck, she let go of his shoulder to lavish her attention on the skin right above his collarbone, nails digging into his back. As much as she wasn't really thinking at the moment, the one thing that was able to get through her passion-fogged brain was that this would probably be a bit more comfortable for Ichigo if he didn't have to stay bent over like he was. And so, with a slight hop, she pushed herself up the door to where she could wrap long legs around his waist. Now, that was easier.
He couldn't hide the pants that came as a result of Rukia's actions. Her own moaning. The sudden change in position. Hands moved to hold her up, pressing her back against the door. Her shift was all it took for him to loose the little control he had as he finally rolled his hips against her, a moan escaping him as he muffled himself against her shoulder.
Her murmer of his name cut off in a strangled gasping whimper as his hips ground against hers, and she tightened her legs around him in response, letting her head loll back as his lips impacted the bare skin of her shoulder again. She wanted this, needed this, and she had no idea how she'd been so blind to it, so determined to ignore it before. Especially since she could tell quite easily that she wasn't the only one who felt that way. But...there were pants in the way. Hands shakily slid their way back over his shoulders to trace themselves down his chest, nails scratching ever so slightly as they made their way down to the metal buckle on his belt, tugging at it as she pressed her hips back against his with another whimper.
Heavy breaths were his only response as his mind traced alongside Rukia's hands. A sudden jolt his him as she reached the buckle of his belt, the seriousness of the situation finally hitting him. He knew what was going to happen. And sure, he wasn't sure exactly what had started this moment. But he knew what he wanted. And above all, he knew why. Looking back up at Rukia, he gave a shaky smile, the sweat already starting to collect on his skin. "I love you."
She froze for a moment, violet eyes locked with his brown ones. He...had just said it. Without..any hesitation, without any of the usual sense of unease that accompanied it. Rukia swallowed back the lump that rose in her throat. Any doubts she might have had about their current course of action went by the wayside. This was right. Blinking back tears, she smiled back at him. "I love you too, Ichigo." Leaning in, she seized his lips in a firey kiss as her hands resumed their fumbling with the irritating metal square.
And those simple words were all it took for everything to slide into place. Kissing back with equal ferocity, his hands shifted, freeing one to help with undoing his belt. Head moving back to Rukia's shoulder, he rested his forehead there, taking deep breaths to try and get himself under control for what was about to happen.
Well now that the belt was out of the way, it just left those pesky trousers. Which, she surmised, were likely a bit uncomfortable for him. Especially now. Sliding nimble fingers down to dance over the rather tight front, she fiddled with the zipper for a moment before she managed to get a grip on it, tugging on the small piece of metal before she slipped questiong fingers inside the waistband to brush against skin she'd never thought she'd actually be touching. Well, at least outside her dreams, that is.
It took all he had to keep his knees from giving out then and there. Body shaking slightly, he found himself rooted to the spot. If he were to move just then, he knew it'd involve reaching the ground in record time. "R-Rukia..." His voice was strained with the effort to keep himself from grinding against her. Instead, he shifted into her hold, needing more than he could explain right then.
As he shifted, pushing himself against her hand, she responded by sliding her fingers further down to wrap around him, small hand exploring the unique feel that wasn't unlike steel wrapped in silk. She swallowed at hearing him whimper her name that way, feeling the sound send tingles down her spine. SHE was doing that to him, making him whimper that way, causing the tremors she could see in his frame. And that knowledge just made her want him more.
"W-want...need..." It was as though his brain had packed up and gone on vacation. All he knew was that every move Rukia made seemed to end up the same way; with him wanting her more and more. His breaths came quicker, the sweat starting to roll down his skin as he did his best to muffle his moans.
Want. Need. Two things that certainly weren't limited to Ichigo at the moment. Pulling her hand free, she pushed at the waist of his pants with hands and toes, pulling her legs back to brace her feet against his hips. Damned pants wouldn't come off. Mentally she cursed the fact that Ichigo didn't wear loose things like she did. Forget that she liked that he wore tight pants, right now they were merely another barrier between her and what she wanted. What they both wanted. And oh, but the way he was breathing, and moaning against her neck was driving her crazy. Whether he knew how sensitive that part of her neck was or not, she didn't care at this point because intentional or not, the feeling of his breath against sensitive skin was enough to make her whimper and grind her hips against him harder. Anything, to keep him from stopping.
He could feel it. His legs were set to give out. Not to mention the fact he still needed to get his jeans off first. Which was why he slowly had to bring Rukia back to the ground, letting her feet reach the floor once again. His head rested against the door for a few seconds while he regained his breath, his hands moving to force his trousers down to slide to his feet at the same time. Only once he'd managed that did he step back to Rukia again, his mouth on hers in moments, before he was back to picking her up once again.
Her disappointed whimper at being put down was cut off when his mouth found hers again and she was hoisted back up and pinned between his torso and the wall. With a moan, she rolled her hips against his, eyes nearly rolling back in her head at the feel of skin meeting skin. Her arms went around his shoulders, nails digging into his back as she pulled him closer, tongue running along the edge of his ear.
In those few seconds, Ichigo was back to the same state he'd been in before. The only difference being that it was now easier to do something about it. Pulling his head back a little, Ichigo took a few deep breaths as he simply looked back at Rukia. Only when she was ready...
Blueviolet met brown as she stared into his eyes, black hair sticking to her face, cheeks flushed. She knew what he wanted, and bit her lip. She knew it would probably hurt. Though she might not have known from personal experience, there were plenty of other girls in the 13th division, and she'd heard them talk. In fact, she'd even been teased for her "inexperience" as well. Because she was a Kuchiki. Nobility. Untouchable and unreachable, and so no one had ever even tried. Not that she'd given them much cause to. Closeness hadn't been something she was used to. At least..not until Ichigo. But..that was why he was different. Special. The only one she could even see herself being this close with. And that was why she swallowed and answered him with a nod and a tightening of her arms around his neck.
So this was it. This was what it all boiled down to. They were going through with it now. Sex. One of the last things he'd expected to be doing right then. And yet at the same time, the one thing that felt most right at that point. At her simple response, Ichigo dropped a hand between then, his teeth gritting tightly as he began to guide himself into place. Another look up to Rukia, and he placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "...Rukia..." Watching her carefully, he slowly began to push forward, trying to keep as gentle as he could, given the situation.
She held her breath as she felt him began to push, willing herself not to give into the sudden reaction to tense up. Tensing up would be a bad thing. Besides, she loved him, trusted him. Wanted him. Wanted this. Her fingers slid up the back of his neck and into orange hair as she tightened her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
He continued forward, pushing in until he'd moved as far as was possible. It was only then that he paused, a smile on his face despite how heavy his breaths were. "...you okay?" Because afterall, that was all that mattered to him really.
She whimpered slightly, biting down on his shoulder as she felt him push completely inside her. It hurt, but it was certainly nothing like most of the injuries she'd suffered in the past. Blinking back the tears that squeezed from the corners of her eyes, she pulled back and nodded. "Yeah...it's..supposed to hurt a bit at first. But...it's not bad."
A hand moved to her face, thumb wiping at the tears that appeared. Moving forward carefully, Ichigo pressed a soft kiss against her lips, lasting only a few moments. "I love you. More'n I can explain." A moment later, his hands were on her hips, holding her tightly as he carefully pulled back, before sliding forward yet again. A groan tore from his throat, head starting to duck, before he forced himself to look back up to Rukia once again.
"I know. It's the same for me, Ichigo. The same for me." With a whimpered moan, her head dropped back to rest against the door, hands bunching in his hair as she felt him start to move. It was an unusual feeling, being filled, feeling him shifting slowly in and out. But..the pain was rapidly fading, to be replaced by a coiling tension that seemed to send tendrils of electrical current shattering all the way down her nerve endings. Her nails dug into the skin on his back as she bit back another moan. Swallowing, she opened hazy eyes, forcing pupils to focus on him as she tightened her arms around his shoulders. "Go ahead. You don't...have to hold back, Ichigo."
"Tell me if..." It hurt. She changed her mind. He did something wrong. There were too many if's for him to think of right then. Instead, he'd focus on the one thing. The fact that he was there, with Rukia. She was the only one he could and would do this with. And her simple command was enough to spur him into moving again. Slowly, in and out, Ichigo began to build up a rhytmn, his head coming to rest on Rukia once again as he forced the air into his lungs with each thrust. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. Not only was he doing this for the first time, but it was also with the single person he'd ever truely been able to say he loved. Things only seemed to be getting better between them.
Legs wrapping around his waist, she locked her ankles at the small of his back, breath coming in short gasps with each thrust. There was...no way for her to describe it. It was...magical, exquisite, intense, perfect. Every word she could think of and a whole host of others that just refused to gain tangible forms. But..even beyond that, it was her and it was Ichigo. Together. Closer then they'd ever been before, and even then, she still wanted to be closer to him. Tightening her legs around him, she ground her hips against his, meeting his thrusts with her own motion, the sensations shooting along her limbs and through her mind like shockwaves as she whimpered his name, nails digging further into his back.
Each move made, from either he or Rukia, caused a different feeling to wash through him. Pleasure. Definately pleasure. Warmth. Need. Lust. Want. But above all, love. It was that single emotion that had fuelled everything that ever seemed to happen between them. It was love that had changed their relationship from aquaintance to friendship. And now it'd gone a step futher, mutated into something he was both glad and scared of. It was new. It was something he wanted. And as of a week ago, he'd realised it was something he needed. She was what he needed. Another thrust and he could feel a burning feeling in the pit of his stomach, his hands moving to simply support Rukia instead of trying to keep her still. Another thrust and he was almost glueing his mouth to hers. And other trust and he gave up on trying to keep his moans quiet.
It was everything she'd ever been told it was, mixed with everything she'd ever hoped it would be, and tied up with everything she had never even dreamed it could be. And it was everything she'd ever wanted and had never known she'd been missing. It was everything that made her whole. He made her whole. Mouth crashing into his, she moaned into it, nearly sobbing his name as her hips pushed against his, wanting more, needing more, begging for the release that was oh so close and hovering just outside her reach.
His legs were shaking, body slicked with sweat, breathing heavy, and yet he refused to stop. Not yet. Not until they were both sated. A hand moved to the wall, using it to support himself as his head dropped back to Rukia's shoulder once again. Eyes screwing shut, he focused all his energy on continuing to move, his movements growing more erratic with each second that passed. Finally, after a few more thrusts, he felt the unmistakable feeling, his gut clenching tightly as his only warning. A single thrust and he pushed forward as far as he could, a low groan, mixed in with Rukia's name being the only sound he could make just then.
She could feel the tension coiling low in her stomach, biting her lip as she tried to keep from digging her nails any further into his back then they probably already were. The wall against her back, Ichigo pressed against her, his head on her shoulder as one of her hands tangled in his hair. He was close as well, she could tell by the way his motions changed. But..that was about all that she could manage to make sense of as her own mind clawed at her, sensations overloading her body and sending her finally crashing over the edge. She bit down on his shoulder again to muffle the scream that was his name as she felt her muscles clench around him, vision blurring as the lights exploded behind her eyes and the world went white.
He was motionless for what seemed like hours, simply trying to get his body back under control. His breath came as pants, trying to even themselves out gradually. His heart still raced, having yet to go back to anything remotely normal. And the small frame he still fought to support seemed to grow heavier by the moment as his strength began to give out. Sliding himself back out of Rukia, he carefully began to lower them both to the ground, not trusting himself to move futher than a few steps. And the arm that held Rukia didn't seem to budge, wanting nothing more than to stay as close to her as he could.
Ichigo wasn't the only one who didn't trust his legs to work. And though she couldn't manage to catch her breath to tell him so, Rukia was inwardly glad that they were now safely on the floor. At least that meant they couldn't fall any further. Arms linked loosly around his neck, she rested her chin on his shoulder, panting as she pulled her legs under her to curl up in his lap, small body still trembling with the aftershocks. After what seemed like an eternity, she pulled back up to look at him. With a gentle smile, she reached up and brushed an errant strand of orange hair aside before leaning in to give him a gentle kiss on the lips. "I love you."
It was his back this time that sat flat against the door, using it as the only means to keep him upright. Arms wrapped around Rukia carefully, he ducked forward a little, returning the kiss as well as he could, considering his current lack of energy. The three words were enough to make him force his eyes back open as he looked down at Rukia. "Love you too." And it wouldn't change.