Well, this is... um short. I will apologize right now to Ichigo-san, and all his fangirls.
-thinks about that-
Actually, they might rather enjoy this.
Read!
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"Rukia..."
Ichigo lay very still in his bed, the moonlight streaming over his body. Her name danced on his lips, a unseen blush creeping across his cheeks. She was right there, in his closet. He could go and make love to her right now, and his family would be none the wiser.
Ah, but he couldn't. Rukia was so... she wouldn't go for it.
And yet he wanted her. Badly.
There was... another alternative.
It wasn't something he liked to think about, and was certainly something he'd never done, though his father had, in the past, accused him of it. It was dirty, to say the least.
His body was in full agreement, and he was feeling hot and flustered already. He threw his blanket off, his hand taking hold of the lump in his pajama pants. He whined slightly, taking a deep breath.
FLASH.
He looked up in shock to see Rukia holding a small, Polaroid camera. A photo slid out slowly of the chute.
Rukia, grinning like a Cheshire cat, waved the photo in front of him.
"Hmm... smells like blackmail."
OWARI
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