Everything had changed about her, in the 10 years that went by like no time at all–everything had changed, more specifically, she had changed. The pair had separated more than ten years prior with the intent that that was it, they couldn't see each other anymore and had to find other people to move on. But when Ichigo saw that Renji had claimed Rukia as his own, and they had a child together; it only made him bitter and hurt.
It should've been him.
Ichigo should've been the one that claimed her, the one that shown her many firsts–her first time, their first kiss, their first child. He felt as if he missed the opportunity to show her a life they both wanted. Seeing them together made him sick to stomach, and he couldn't do any about it. Rukia belonged to Renji, and Ichigo belonged to Orihime–his sick twisted fate of marrying the wrong girl.
Everything had changed in a flash.
Ichigo didn't know what it was that compelled him to ferociously kiss her, or what made him take her for his own but all Ichigo knew that Rukia was his and belonged to no one else, even if a ring said otherwise.
"Ichigo...stop.."
He heard her plead for him to halt, but the way her back arched and her chest pushed into his own, the way her cheeks flushed crimson only encouraged him to go on–the way his fingers glided seamlessly into the pink flesh that resided between her legs, coaxing a loud moan out of the now Captain, it only made him want her more. He needed her to cum, he needed to know that he could make her feel good, make her know that she was his. But she only grabbed his hand and and pushed him away.
It was so forbidden; Ichigo was Adam and Rukia was the forbidden fruit and he just had to get a taste of her. Little did Renji and Orihime know that their spouses were up breaking the vows that they made only in Ichigo's room; the room where it all started. Rukia felt guilty, she had told Renji she was shopping but went over to Ichigo's to tell him it had to end, only before he silenced her.
"Rukia…I-I'm sorry.."
Tears welled up in his eyes as he removed his hand from the Captains skirt, it was only then that he realised just what he had done–what type of husband he had been to Orihime, sure Orihime was a sweet girl, but there was something tantalizing about Rukia that had him hooked, she was like a disease, spreading through his entire mind and body, relentlessly coaxing the young man into adultery.
Pulling away from the Captain, Ichigo sat on the edge of his bed, fixing his collar and jeans in order for it seem like nothing had happened, Rukia soon followed as she calmed herself down–the fact that she hadn't even finished was irritating, but she knew that it couldn't continue. They had to stop.
Rukia tucked her top back into her skirt and fixed her now dishevelled hair; brushing her long fingers through the long raven tresses. Once she had fixed herself, the woman got up and set her cold glare on Ichigo, her mouth hanging agape for a few seconds before she spoke.
"We can't do this anymore Ichigo, it's wrong."
Ichigo was not surprised that Rukia had decided to end their affair, the sex was good but Rukia was not a cheater and he knew that, even though her actions proved otherwise. Shooting her a glare, he dried his eyes and smiled at her, the only smile that Rukia had known and no one else was familiar with, the same smile he gave her when they said goodbye.
This wasn't goodbye.
"Thank you, Rukia."
Rukia gave him one more look, only this time her cold features had softened and she gleamed back at him.
"No, thank you, Ichigo."