Title: Real
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing/Characters: Ichigo/Rukia
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ichigo/Rukia- She wasn't good for his health. But he had many bad habits that he wasn't planning on quitting.
It was moments like this that made everything worth it. Having her wrapped around him, bodies merging together to form one single mass of burning atoms. Heh. Whoever said chemistry wasn't hot. Ichigo thought. He couldn't help himself. She was so soft and warm, and so soft. It had to be a sin.
Her nails raking his back, her hands fisting, and her little moans, driving him over the edge. Releasing that primal side of his, that was so hard to conceal when it came to her. She wasn't good for his health. But he had many bad habits that he wasn't planning on quitting.
These moments of abandon are the best, because she does not think, that she is not worthy. She only thinks about needing, longing. Ichigo can see the real Rukia in these moments. And she is incredibly beautiful and pure. They touch, burning each other, but it feels so good. And they cannot help themselves. They are lost and they want to keep it that way. That is something that Ichigo knows, for sure, that Rukia also feels.
But then it ends. All that is left is the white sheets draped all over each other, and the musky scent of their bodies. A pressure bottled up so very tightly that they cannot escape it. They never speak, because neither is good with words. So instead Rukia hugs him fiercely and Ichigo holds her.
In the back of his head Ichigo wonders if these moments really do exist, feeling the soft curve of her breasts on his chest, maybe he just dreams them. Because in the morning all they have left is the burning memories, of a passion so big that it is unmentionable.
But then Rukia says, "This is real." She looks at him. "We are real." And she falls asleep with a smile on her face.