Cold Shower

A Bleach fic: Kurosaki Ichigo and Kuchiki Rukia

Author's note: I've only read the first 2 volumes of Bleach, thus explaining my lack of details.

His hands moved to the rhythm of her heartbeat. With every gasp coming from her mouth, her breath gently fanned his cheek with warm air. And her lips, her kisses, dear gods, the way her teeth would nibble on his lower lip. Her arms were locked around his neck, fingers lost in his orange short strands. His palms moved up and down her sides, and across her back, pulling her closer to him. The enclosed space of his closet was cramped and the temperature rose quickly, due to the two bodies in the space. A thin line of perspiration coated his brow. He took a deep, hot breath before leaning forward and kissing her again.

He was on his back, letting the petite woman lie on top of him. Her raven tendrils brushed his cheeks with each movement. He immediately reacted; he brushed her black strands behind her ear, and then returned his hand to her back, playing with the fabric of the dress she was wearing. She sat up slightly, distancing her beating heart from his. His eyes widened with wonder and surprise as she reached for the buttons of her dress, and slowly, one by one, undid each one.

"Ichigo…" she breathed.

…..

Ichigo's eyes shot open.

Oh, gods, no way.

He lied sprawled on his bed, beads of sweat decorating his forehead. So, that's it then? It was all a dream.

Ichigo sat up and ran a frustrated hand through his orange hair. It was just a stupid dream. His eyes turned to his closet, where he knew she was sleeping.

It was just a dream. With him and Rukia. Doing…things.

He needed a very cold shower.

…el fin.