Lemony: Hehehehe...knock, knock...
Awesome: Say what?
Lemony: Knock, knock...
Wicked: *pinches bridge of nose* I know I'm going to hate myself for this but...whose there?
Lemony: Lemon...
Awesome: Uh...Lemon who?
Lemony: THIS IS GONNA BE ONE HELL OF A LEMON STORY! HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Wicked: *rubs temples* *sighs* I knew it, I hate myself.
Awesome: *shakes head* Lemony you need serious fucking help...
Dangerously Intertwined
"Son of a bitch..." Gin Ichimaru swore silently to himself as he quietly closed the lower dresser drawer. He slid the upper one open and began going through the numerous pairs of silky women's underwear. He ignored the stirring in his loins and continued searching. Dammit, why did Rukia's apartment have to be so clean? It only made things more difficult. If it was a hot mess, Gin could simply rummage through things and ransack the place until he found what he was looking for like he'd done on previous assignments. That and he wouldn't have to wear his black leather gloves to look around.
It only made sense that the Kuchiki princess would have the most luxurious, downtown condo Gin had ever seen; it wasn't exactly a penthouse, but he could tell this place cost Rukia a pretty penny. It was just as extravagant as all the other places he'd broken into.
Unfortunately, little Miss Rukia Kuchiki's home was not only expensive it was immaculate, much to Gin's chagrin. He was specifically instructed not to leave any traces of evidence behind. That meant everything in her apartment needed to be left exactly the way it was when he first walked into it. Although, this was the last place on earth Gin wanted to be! Oh why was he given this assignment? More importantly, when did he even agree to it? Well, the answer to that was easy. Yammamoto gave Gin two choices on the matter: accept this job with pay, or go back to jail.
Returning to prison was simply not an option for Gin.
A sudden vibration made the silver-haired man jump slightly. He urgently padded himself down until he pulled his cellphone out of his leather jacket pocket. The fox-faced man glanced at the caller ID. It was his partner, Izuru Kira.
"Hello?" Gin said as he frantically began pacing all over bedroom, he'd been inside way too long. The plan was to get in and get out! But recently things never went according to plan...
"What is going on up there?" Izuru asked worriedly, the silver-haired man could hear traffic in the background. Izuru was keeping watch downstairs, outside of the building.
"I can't find it!" Gin spat out of frustration,
"What do you mean you can't find it?" Izuru replied, Gin rolled his eyes.
"I. Can't. Find. It." He reiterated,
"Listen," Izuru said quickly, "Rukia just walked into the building! She's on her way up now!"
"What?" Gin hissed in disbelief, a few seconds later the sound of key turning a lock reached his ears. Without another word, the fox-faced man snapped his cellphone shut and darted into Rukia's bedroom closet.
"Yes I understand," Rukia Kuchiki said as she entered her apartment, she was busily talking on her own cellphone to a client while wrestling with an armful of colorful paper shopping bags. "Mr. Shiba, I can set up a press conference first thing in the morning."
Rukia hurriedly kicked off her heels and made a face when she walked into her bedroom; she placed the shopping bags on her bed and continued to talk on the phone.
"Of course," She said, "It's always nice working with you Kaien...ok, I'll talk to you later. Bye."
Rukia snapped her cellphone shut and huffed tiredly. Her workload today was murderous; she had scheduled three press conferences, one news interview, and six other political events. No one said being a publicist would be easy. However, she managed to relax today with a bit of shopping-therapy. The raven-haired woman sighed and stretched lavishly; her work always left her drained.
However, it paid extremely well.
Rukia smirked when she looked down at the pile of shopping bags scattered across her bed. Labels of Prada, Chanel, Gucci, and Versace branded the brightly colored paper bags. However, there was one with a completely different label...
Rukia grinned.
There in the pile was a black plastic bag with the word "Spencer's" written in bright gold letters...
The younger Kuchiki smirked and opened the bag slightly, completely unaware of the silver-haired intruder lurking in her closet watching her every move. Gin left the door open slightly so that he could see what she doing...
When Rukia turned around, Gin nearly sprang from the closet and tackled her. There it was...
"She has it!" He thought, screaming inside his own head, "She has the necklace!"
Yes, draped beautifully around Rukia's neck was a platinum necklace with a huge diamond pendant. Gin's narrowed eyes shot open when his saw it and those crimson orbs began to sparkle like rubies. That's what he'd been assigned to steal this whole time...that necklace hanging from Rukia's pretty neck!
Gin had to find a way to snatch that jewelry undetected. He was told specifically not to reveal himself in anyway...he had to remain an unknown shadow until that necklace was in his possession...besides, Gin really didn't want to get caught. At least not here.
And he really didn't want to disappoint Yammamoto and get sent back to jail.
Meanwhile, Rukia was staring down into the black Spencer's shopping bag. She then pulled out a red box and placed it on the nightstand. Gin arched an eyebrow as he watched her collect the other shopping bags one by one and place them on the floor near her bed.
He continued to observe her actions, peeking through the small crack in the door. Rukia shed her heavy suit jacket and uncharacteristically tossed it onto the floor. She then crossed the room and went over to her dresser. The raven-haired woman fished inside her suit pants pockets until she pulled out a blue iPod. Rukia carefully docked the music player onto the stereo.
Gin watched from the closet as Rukia fiddled with the settings for a second. A few moments later the sound of smooth jazz music filled the bedroom.
Rukia sighed, tilted her head back, and ran her fingers through her silky hair. The raven-haired women loved nothing more than listening to her music after a long day. She allowed the slow rhythm of the music to take her away, relax her mind, soothe her body, and calm her soul. The quiet drums and low sensual tone of the saxophone flowed across her like warm water and seep beneath her skin...
Gin swallowed a lump that formed in his throat as Rukia closed her eyes, unbuttoned her slacks, and shimmied out of them. Thank God she put on some music; otherwise his heavy breathing would've gotten him caught.
It had been ten years...ten long years since he'd seen her and her beautiful body. Rukia hadn't age a day, she was still the same virile and electric girl Gin had met all those years ago. Back then, they were just teenagers; oh...Rukia was all grown up. Besides her hair being slightly longer, she hadn't changed a bit.
Gin had only been out of prison for two years after serving an eight year sentence. He thought he'd forgotten about her, dismissed her as a mistake, and above all, Gin told himself he would never get tangled up with Rukia Kuchiki ever again...
Seeing her now was making that extremely difficult.
Clad in nothing but a white button-up blouse and the coveted necklace, Rukia sauntered across her bedroom and crawled into her bed. Gin cocked his head when the younger Kuchiki retrieved the red box she'd taken from the Spencer's bag off the nightstand.
A fierce blush as red as the box engulfed Rukia's face. She couldn't believe she actually walked into a place like Spencer's and purchased her first sex toy. The raven-haired woman turned the box over and opened it. Inside neatly sealed plastic was a dark purple bullet-style vibrator. As badly as Rukia didn't want to have something like that, she gave into her carnal needs. Truth be told, Rukia's work kept her so busy she didn't have time for a relationship. To put it simply, Rukia's sex life was none-existent. Her body obviously didn't understand that because when she was alone at night, hot under the collar, and yearning for another person's touch, Rukia would press her legs together in an attempt to keep her arousal in check. However, her new toy should fix that.
Gin held his breath as Rukia examined the toy with curious hands. Being stuck in the closet was starting to make him claustrophobic and his growing erection was only making things worse.
He drew in a shaky breath when Rukia experimentally turned the dial. The bullet sprang to life and vibrated strongly in her dainty hands. The toy was a bit loud for Rukia's tastes, so she reached across the bed, grabbed the remote to the stereo, and turned the music up to drown out the humming noise.
Damn the necklace.
All Gin wanted at that very moment was too see Rukia use it.
He stood in the closet, trembling. His mouth and throat had gone dry and the devil in his pants made itself known. Gin's cock strained against the front of his jeans, the rough fabric confining and tight...
He was so tempted to rub the growing bulge but didn't dare move. Gin's red eyes remained focused on Rukia like the scope of a sniper-rifle.
Rukia put her legs up on the bed and lay down. She played with the vibrating toy a bit longer in hands. She licked her lips, hopefully this would satisfy her hot urges...at least for a while.
Gin watched as Rukia trailed the trembling toy down the front of her shirt. Her mouth formed a small "o" and her midnight eyes got hot when she felt herself becoming a bit wet...
Meanwhile in the closet, the fox-faced man was hard enough to plow through steel. He'd succumb to his arousal and finally unbuttoned his jeans, allowing his cock to rage and throb. His breathing sped up as Rukia moved the bullet lower, and lower, and lower...
Rukia lost herself. Listening to the smooth jazz music and imagining how good this was going to feel took her away. She was a little shocked at her own wanton response, but did she care? Absolutely not. All she needed was a release...a pleasurable release...and she needed it now.
Gin swallowed hard when Rukia put the toy next her on the bed for a moment. He thought that maybe she wouldn't use it, and his cock was not happy about that. Instead, she tucked her thumbs in the waist band of her of damp panties and rolled them down until they were bunched up around her ankles. Rukia kicked them off with her pampered feet and continued her venture.
She wrapped her small fingers around the humming bullet. Gin held as his breath as Rukia slipped the vibrator through a curly patch of trimmed black pubic hair. She then pushed the toy past her hot pussy lips and gasped. A look of surprise and pleasure swept across her face, that expression made the demon in Gin's pants growl.
"Oooohhh..." Rukia moaned sexily, "Aanh..."
The bullet fit snuggly in her tight, wet sleeve. She hissed, fell back on the bed, lifted her knees, and began working the toy as if her life depended on it. Gin sucked in a breath when Rukia started rolling her hips in time with both the music and her pleasure. The look on her face was pure lust; eyes closed and lower lip caught between her teeth.
Her head twisted back and forth on the pillow as she sped up her ministrations, the vibrating was making her sugary walls shudder deliciously. Gin could hear the wetness squelching around the toy over the music. He could only imagine how wet she was. It became humid and stuffy in the cramped closet and Gin's heavy breathing was only making things worse. Rukia was pumping the sex toy crazily now, determined to reach her peak and soar over it.
A small groan escaped Gin as the pressure in his cock skyrocketed. The boiling blood that filled the hard muscle was raging out of control. It wanted something nice and wet to fuck. It wanted Rukia. Gin's stubborn manhood was like a scorned noblemen and it demanded satisfaction!
"I can't get caught..." Gin though ignoring his cock's relentless pleas for release, "I can't go back to jail...I have to get that necklace...Forget Rukia...forget her..."
"Oh yes!" Rukia panted, she let out a long moan and stiffened. Gin watched as the black-haired beauty shuddered deliciously...she was so close...the toy became streaked with her clear, shining juices. Her orgasm didn't build. It just came. Blind-sided her. Ready to devour her very being and-
RIIIIINNNNGGGGGG!
"OH SHIT!" Rukia cried jerking the bullet out her and jumping out of bed. She hit the ground right on her ass with a loud thud! She scurried across the floor over to her suit pants and whipped out her blaring cellphone.
"H-h-hello?" She panted breathlessly. To Rukia's surprise, and embarrassment, Byakuya was on the other line.
"Rukia." He said sternly, "What's the matter? Why are you panting? And what's all that noise in the background?"
The younger Kuchiki literally crawled across the bedroom over to her dresser and turned her stereo off. She was still heaving for air while on the phone.
"I was um...working out..." Rukia lied, Byakuya harrumphed on the other line.
"I called to remind you that Mayor Yammamoto's dinner party is tomorrow." The noblemen said, "Do not be late."
"I wouldn't miss Yammamoto's dinner party for the world, Nii-sama," She replied, "I promise I won't be late..."
Gin's ears perked up. Dinner party, eh?
"Very well then," Byakuya said, "I'll...let you get back to your...exercise."
CLICK.
Rukia flipped her phone shut and shook her head. Her brother picked the absolute worst time to call her.
With the moment gone, the raven-haired woman got to her feet. Her legs were wobbling from a combination of surprise and arousal. She tiredly got back into bed and slipped beneath the covers. There was no way she could finish what she started now...
Meanwhile, still trapped in the humid closet, Gin had his back pressed against the wall with one hand up to his chest and the other clasped around his mouth. His heart was in his throat and it threatened to leap out of his mouth when Rukia's phone starting ringing. That scared him shitless! Gin forced himself to breathe through his nose in order to keep quiet. He was extremely thankful that Rukia wasn't able to finish, otherwise he would have stormed out that closet and fucked her six ways from Sunday.
Gin ran a nervous hand through his hair. His forehead was soaked with sweat, and was shaking. He then looked out of the small crack in the door and saw Rukia curled up in her bed. The fox-faced man figured she'd decided to get some sleep.
About thirty minutes later, Gin could hear her light breathing. Stealthily, he crept from the closet, tip-toed over to the bedroom door, and slipped out. He snuck through the living room, to the front door, and out of it.
There was no way he was going to attempt to get that necklace now.
Gin cut his losses on this one.
Now outside the building, Gin stormed across the street not giving a damn that cars were speeding past him over to Izuru who was waiting inside his own vehicle. He went around to the passenger side and got in.
"Well," Izuru asked curiously, "Did you get the necklace?"
Gin shook his head no. Izuru could tell his partner really didn't want to talk about it, so he kept quiet about that.
"What are you gonna tell the old man?" The blonde man asked,
"The truth." Gin replied, "I need more time..."
"Well, Yammamoto is smart enough to know that this kind of thing can't be rushed..."
There was silence in the car.
"Just drive." Gin told the blonde; Izuru complied, started the car and peeled off. Gin sat in the passenger seat, seething. He wasn't upset that Rukia had the necklace that whole time...he was angry because of how he reacted to seeing her again after so long. Was ten years not enough time to forget about someone? Not necessarily in Gin's case.
Gin refused to go back to jail and he swore a long time ago that he would never get involved with Rukia Kuchiki ever again! After all, she was the reason why he went to prison in the first place...
But Gin would get that fucking necklace if it killed him...
To Be Continued...
Lemony: Alright, readers this story was a plot bunny on steroids that was snorting crack-cocaine. I just HAD to write it.
Wicked: Interesting start...I wonder where this story will take us...
Awesome: I'm with Wicked on this one. I get the feeling that you have something up your sleeve Lemony...
Lemony: *grins while my eyes shift mischievously* Maybe or maybe not, you'll all find out!...REVIEW!