The Ultimate Love Test

By- Snoopy Girl

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Bleach, but like many others, I don't!

Enjoy!

Chapter One- Departure

Camera crews filed into the residence of Rukia Kuchiki and Ichigo Kurosaki. The couple sat on the couch inside, sitting in front a camera. They held each others hand affectionately as they answered various questions about the two of them.

"So, how long have the two of you been together?" asked the blonde reporter.

"Well, it's been about two years now, right Rukia?" stated, looking over at her.

"Hell, doing better than me at this point." Rukia replied, shaking her head shamefully. The camera crew laughed at her response.

"How did the two of you meet?" The lady asked. The two looked at each other, searching in each others eyes for a valid lie to tell.

"We are childhood friends. No one knows me better than him!" Rukia said, smiling as she crushed Ichigo's hand. Ichigo's eye twitched in pain.

"So, Ichigo, do you have faith in Rukia's loyalty?"

"Yeah, I do. I know she won't hurt me." Ichigo said, smiling for the first time in the interview.

"Ok, thanks you two. Rukia, you leave tomorrow. See you in the morning." The reporter said, leading the crew out of the house. The young couple waved as they escorted themselves out. The grasp they had on each others hands loosened as Ichigo got up to lock the door.

"You're going to be gone for six weeks. Six long weeks. "He said, plopping down onto the couch.

"Yeah, six long weeks." she replied, lying on his rock hard chest.

"I can't believe she asked how we meat." Ichigo said, slapping his forehead.

"Yeah I know. I don't think she would believe us if we actually told her how we really meat." Rukia said, looking up at Ichigo.

"No, I don't think so either." he replied, smiling down on her.

"I love it when you smile. I wish you would smile a little often." she said, lightly smacking him in the face.

"Yeah, and we should have sex more often. But, that never happens. So get over it." Ichigo snapped, turning his smile back into his usual frown. Rukia pouted at him, and slammed her head back into his chest.

"I'll smile if you give me some." he whispered, pulling her up to his face and delicately kissing her lips. Rukia deepened his kiss, making it theirs. Ichigo ran his fingers through her soft, black hair as his other hand caressed her thighs. He motioned her head up and he began to nibble at her supple neck. She let out a quiet moan as he did so. He reached under her shirt and lifted her bra for access to her peaks. She gasped as he did so. Rukia began moving her hips in a circular motion, Ichigo moaning as she did so. Ichigo lifted her shirt over her head, and began biting her nipples.

"Ahh, Ichigo!" she screamed, moving faster. Just as she began ripping Ichigo's shirt off, she stopped.

"What's wrong?" Ichigo asked.

"I can't. Not yet at least. You know I'm not ready yet." She said, getting off of Ichigo.

"You know, its times like this when I feel like raping you." Ichigo said, trying to calm himself down.

"What the hell." She questioned.

"Well, you know what I mean. I'm a healthy guy. I have needs." Ichigo pleaded, running after her.

"That's why you have hands." Rukia laughed, motioning her hand. Ichigo frowned at her and walked to their bedroom. Rukia lied back on their bed. Ichigo did the same.

"When I'm ready, I do it the best I can. But, I'm scared. Anything could happen." Rukia said.

"I know, and I do understand, Ok?"

"Ok."

They hugged each other and fell asleep in each others arms.

Sorry It's so short!! It will gradualy get longer!