"Make love to me, Ichigo."
"Alright."
He dove in for her lips, sweet as candy. He was addicted to them; they were oh so pink and delicate and plushy. Her scent was overwhelmingly delicious. Her soft candy-coated skin was just so tasty. It was difficult not to swoop in and have a taste. He just could't stop.
"Mmm..."
He knew it was wrong; he couldn't find a good thing about this at all. It was wrong. But he just couldn't stop from holding her so tight and knowing he was the one making her feel good. It made him feel wanted. Needed. Loved.
"Oh Ichigo..."
She was a sweet drug that made him crazy. Crazy enough to keep doing this. Crazy enough to break down every night because he knew she only wanted him for one thing.
"Ah... "
He just wished she would love him enough to stay with him. But no. She always went back. No matter how many times he would tell her to stay. No matter how many times he begged. No matter what.
"Goodbye, Ichigo."
"Bye, Rukia."
She was leaving, and she was taking his sanity with her.
