Heya this is my first attempt at a fanfic, hope you enjoy it.
It was night and the full moon was out.
A quite thief slipped trough the window and landed noiselessly on the floor.
Ichigo knew who this 'thief' was.
"Oi, Rukia. Do you realize what time it is!" he growled flipping on the desk lamp.
Even with limited light he could still see the raven haired girl's shocked expression.
Regaining her composure she quickly snapped back, "Go to sleep strawberry, you'll wake up the whole neighborhood."
"Where were you?" he demanded standing up and closing their distance in three strides.
"It's none of your business, carrot top!" she yelled.
"Well I'm making it mine, midget!" he yelled back
"Don't call me that you idiot." she aimed and kicked him in the shins.
She turned around and headed for her bedroom/closet.
Suddenly she felt his arm on her wrist.
Even this casual touch gave of electricity and she involuntarily shivered and tried to pull back.
"Let me go!" she tugged forward again, but his grip is like steel.
"No." he simply stated.
She turned around to find his ocher eyes burning into hers.
He always had the most amazing eyes.
Wait what am I thinking? I know I like him and all, but this is no excuse for me to feel this strange feeling. She thought.
He looked into her violet eyes and started forward, noticing his closeness she backed up until her back was pressed firmly against the cold wall.
Ichigo suddenly felt nervous, he wanted Rukia for some time now. He wanted to find out whether her lips tasted of strawberry, like the way her hair always smelled.
She looked scared, but so was he.
Rukia didn't know what to do, should she stand still or should she try and run.
He leaned down, cupped her cheek in his hand and softly brushed his lips against hers.
Rukia weaved her fingers into Ichigo's hair pulling him closer, while his hands were on her waist pulling her towards him.
This time the kiss lasted longer and was much more passionate.
They finally broke away only for the need of air and rested with their foreheads touching.
Ichigo left little butterfly kisses all along her jaw line to her collarbone, softly nibbling her pulse, leaving a mark that her school uniform certainly wouldn't cover.
"Ichigo, your father-" she started but was silence as his lips crushed back over her own.
He picked her easily by the waist and laid her down on the bed.
He then hovered above her, kissing her neck once again.
He traced his lips towards her earlobe and softly licked it, she started moaning at once.
"Don't stop…" she breathed.
"I wasn't planning on."
He kissed her again softly, teasing her.
Unable to contain herself she grabbed him again and felt him smirking.
Her hands were under his shirt tracing the lines on his toned stomach, as he started lifting her shirt too.
All of the sudden in the heat of the moment, Isshin bursted trough the door.
"My son has finally grown up, oh Masaki we'll have grandchildren one day…"
Well I think it's safe to say Isshin received a hell of a beating that night.
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