I DON'T OWN BLEACH

For RamecupMiso; Merry Christmas hun! I really hope you like eeet.

Ichigo/FemJuushiro

Living Treasure

"Ugh." Leaning over to the side mirror of his car, Ichigo pulls downs his sunglasses wincing at the blaring glare of the midday sun baring down on him. Maybe that last drink the night before was a mistake. His head is pounding and he feels like crawling in a hole somewhere and dying. Sliding a hand through his hair, his fingers lift up the orange bangs laying over his forehead. "She is going to notice, she always notices."

Grabbing his briefcase from his seat he shuts the door and lifts his hand nonchalantly locking the door with the small device hanging on his key chain. It's a troublesome thing being around a woman like her, but he takes his job seriously. The summer wind billows his black suit jacket as he climbs the stairs to the loft apartment on the second floor. Quickly scaling the thin metal steps he glances around the block seeing nothing out of order before arriving at the pink door. His hand pauses just before knocking, "She didn't..." Slanting his brown eyes to the right he sees the door slightly ajar and frowns. Of course she did.

Despite the door being obviously open he knocks unwilling to enter her apartment without at least announcing himself. The woman has no sense of personal security! Which is why he is here for the most part. His client is concerned for the safety of the art work and then there is her...

"It's open!" Comes a light female voice, Ichigo's frown deepens, his eyebrows knitting together.

"I can see that!" Stepping inside he closes and locks the door behind him proving it does indeed have a lock and it seems to work. Oh she is going to get a talking to and she better listen to him this time! With his shoes deposited at the door he moves past the sizable kitchen and living area and climbs a set of winding stairs. Soon as he is at the top he passes an open door.

The bedroom, her bedroom designed in pale blues draws his eye. Not once seeing the entire room since taking this job six months ago, Ichigo always fights the temptation to look. Today he notices a small white cat sitting on the bed sleeping. He didn't know she had a cat? Where the hell has it been hiding for six months?

Continuing onward the tall lean man arrives at the workshop room and leans in the open doorway. There she sits on a cushion with her back to the door, her long white hair loosely braided down her back as she works the potter's wheel with one hand and the clay with her other. "Ukitake-san..."

"Don't look so unhappy, Ichigo-kun. You'll make me frown." she says without turning to face him. "Then the Haniwa I'm creating will experience sadness."

"Oh, yes. I suppose I should just smile and look the other way while my client announces to the neighborhood," Ichigo puts a hand to his face. "Oi~! I'm ready for you to burgle and take advantage of me~!"

Juushiro chuckles at Ichigo's usual over zealousness. "I'm almost ready. Give me a few more minutes, please."

"I'm early. So take your time." He unbuttons his jacket and pushes up his sunglasses to rest on his head. In truth, he always arrives early, watching her create a new piece is like eavesdropping on Da Vinci or Picasso. Juushiro Ukitake is the finest maker of Haniwa alive. Haniwa are the small statues used in ancient times and placed on tombs and graves as a means of protection or a vessel to house the soul of the departed. Ichigo didn't even know about them until the museum he works for gave him the research. Turns out there is a revival of their use going on in Japan and the demand for Ukitake-san's craftsmanship has tripled in the last year. Grabbing a short stool from near the bar he walks over to the wall on his right and has a seat.

Her hand moves with ease, the gentle touch of her long pale fingertips molds the clay to her will. Ichigo takes in the sight of the material bending with a sense of wonder. Witnessing this moment countless times never seems to lessen the impact it has on him. In her delicate hands even the toughest clay softens and bows. Suddenly it takes shape, the petals of a flower blossom out ward, the effect so dramatic from of the spinning wheel his annoyance with her melts away to be replaced with a smile. "That's beaut-" But she turns toward him as he speaks and his voice stops with one look at her face.

"Thank you." Juushiro says turning around with the rose in her palm to give Ichigo a wide smile. "Oh?" Walking toward him with her head tilted to the side, she sees him quickly push the sunglasses down to shade his eyes. "Moonlighting again?" she says with a hint of sadness at the thought of him doing something really dangerous. "Who was it this time? A famous starlet? Or a former politician being threatened?"

"No one as important as you, Ukitake-san." he says with a soft tone in his voice then looks out the long rectangle window to avoid looking her in the eyes. The muted green color of those eyes always fills him with an urge to keep looking, staring at them to memorize each fleck of shimmer hidden inside. It's an impossible task, Ichigo can't help but flick his eyes back to her pleasant face. "I'll wait here while you change."

Six minutes later Juushiro reappears in the workshop doorway fully dressed in a bold red and white striped summer dress that comes down to her knees. With a cute red belt and the large bow tie style top, the dresses light material shapes her figure perfectly. It's a modest dress, her legs almost concealed and her breasts hidden behind the bow give little away beside her bare shoulders and arms. But to Ichigo she looks stunning. He literally freezes in place just looking at the way she can be earthy and practical one minute and the next she is the picture of elegance and female beauty. Trailing her body he comes to the wide brimmed floppy sun hat with a small scarf accenting her long white hair now pulled to the side and smiles. At least she is willing to hide her head a bit. With her strikingly unusual appearance she is so easily spotted by fans and on lookers.

"Hat? Or no hat?" She asks giving him a wink at already knowing Ichigo's answer.

"Hat. Definitely hat." he quickly responds going to the doorway and waits for her to walk to the stairs ahead of him. However, she doesn't move, her tall form stands in the door, her hand reaching up to touch him on the shoulder. "What is it? What's wrong?" Ichigo's hand reaches into his jacket heading for his gun on impulse.

Tucking her fingers around his arm she stops him from pulling out his weapon. "Why don't you stay here with me tonight?"

"Ukitake-san..." He blinks in shock as she leans closer to him. Too close, he can smell her perfume. It's not that he hasn't realized it, the growing attraction between them that intensify more and more each day he comes to her studio. For Ichigo it's a struggle with his will. If he would touch Juushiro and he disappoint her in someway it would ruin things between them. He enjoys her company so much, that the risk is too great. "I don't think that is a good idea." Ichigo says taking a step back only to bump the door frame.

Dropping the hat in her grasp to the floor she reaches out to him with both her hands, her fingers slipping away the glasses from concealing his intense amber eyes. "There is a spare bedroom. I'm sure you would sleep peacefully here."

"Oh... you mean." His cheeks blaze bright crimson, nervously turning his head away he feels so stupid for thinking she likes him. "Thank you, Ukitake-san for the offer but-" His words stop as her hands gently touch the sides of his face drawing him to gaze at her perfect complexion and full lips.

"Is it so bad that I want to take care of you?"

"I don't-"

"I'm simply offering too." she whispers leaning up to press a kiss to his hot cheek. He is so guarded, so deeply entrenched in being only protector to her that Juushiro's eyes don't close for the kiss. She stares up at his hair, breathes in his masculine scent and is unable to stop herself from wrapping her arms around his chest. Unsure for how long she will be allowed to hold him, she takes in everything to memorize. "Ichigo, you are so warm and kind."

Now she said it. How can she see through him so easily? His eyes close tight and he brings his arms up intending to push her gently away, but her breath flutters near his ear sending a sudden chill over him. His fingers clinch a mere second before opening up to slide past her cheeks, fast and boiling with need he claims her mouth in a crushingly passionate kiss. Only capable of feeling the softness curling around him his lips move against Juushiro's pleading for the pent up frustration to be sated by her.

Finding herself with a hungry mouth pressing her against a wall she struggles to meet his desire. Ichigo is a lit match feeding on her lips, his hands tugging out the string holding her loosely braided hair in place. Within moments her lungs are screaming for air and her hair is captured by his fingertips.

White satin hair slides easily between his fingers almost forever. Ichigo's mouth travels to her exposed neck nibbling on her cream kissed skin, her fast pulse throbbing out a seductive beat on his lips. "Your heart is beating incredibly fast... Juushiro."

Floating next to him in a weightless haze her hands grip the material on the back of his jacket. Juushiro's only concern is holding her close against him, his strong hands now circling her waist show no signs of letting go. "I know, Ichigo." she whispers before giving him a kiss. Quick, but firm she presses her lips to his, another kiss, and yet another this one lingering so she can suck on his lower lip. The pace now a bit slower Juushiro eases her right leg up to rub against the length of his leg.

The seductive contact proves too much for him. Instantly breaking away he backs in the wall and covers his face. "I should not have done that. I'm very very sorry, Ukitake-san.""

"Oh, I enjoyed it Ichigo. No need to apolo-"

Peeking through his fingers his eyes dart to the red whelp on her neck. His whole body tightens in anger. "I hurt you!"

"It's just a hickey..." she says softly, her palm covering the stinging patch of skin on her neck. "I'm not going to break."

"This was a mistake." Ichigo replies sharply his disgust in himself to heavy to push away even at the cost of touching her again. "I'm going to have the company send someone else to protect you."

In that moment she watches him turn and walk away, her own pride to great to overcome his regret. When the door shuts she shuts her eyes and leans against the wall. "Risk flows both ways, Ichigo." At least the pain will last a bit. That is the consolation of being the one who acts first, and the one who stands still while the other walks away. Tilting her head up she stares at the ceiling until her vision blurs.

~/~

"You are a real moron, you know that Ichigo?"

The loud voice screaming in Ichigo's earphone piece makes him wince. "I know, Rukia." he groans turning into the parking lot of the museum and switching his vehicle off.

"No, you don't know anything! Do you know why Ukitake-san has a bodyguard?"

"I just assumed it was all the priceless Haniwa artifacts she restores for the museum."

"You guard her, not the artifacts... you moron! She had a... bad stalker. He broke into her apartment and held her captive for a week."

"If that happened I would have been told. It's not possible." The denial falls flat, even Ichigo can see how her trusting behavior would allow someone to slip in and- "Rukia..."

"What MORON!"

"You are her therapist... and." He feels sick, sick to his stomach and sick at himself. "This attacker was released about six months ago, right?"

"Yes. Ukitake-san hasn't slept well since then. But she told me, she trusts you."

"Shit!" Ichigo leans his head against the steering wheel as the color drains from his face. "Shit, shit, shit! I'm an ass." A knock on his car window startles him. Glaring up at his boss he quickly rolls down the window. "Urahara-san?"

"Kurosaki-san, we received a call from the police... there is a massive fire at Ukitake-san's-"

"SHIT!" His car screams out of the lot leaving a very concerned Urahara rubbing his chin. Unhooking the phone from his ear he drops it on the empty seat next to him and speeds all the way to Juushiro's loft. Arriving quickly his vision fills with high flames and bursting windows. "Oh, god." Jerking the car to a stop he darts out of it and heads for the stairs. Why? Why does she live on the second floor?

"Hey you can't go in there!"

"What?" Ichigo barely registers the hand yanking him back from the blaze. "Did you see a woman in there?"

"What?"

"A woman! A beautiful woman lives here!" he screams yanking his arm out of the firefighters grasp and running back towards the engulfed building. "Juushiro! Juushiro!" Impossible... no one noticed a beautiful woman in a burning apartment complex. "Someone tell me if you saw a woman in there!" his voice cracks under the strain. Thunder echoes above him as he takes a step back, his body lurching unwillingly like a bullet hitting him deep in the stomach. Out of the corner of his eye he spots a long black body bag being loaded in a van and driving away.

"There is a spare bedroom. I'm sure you would sleep peacefully here."

The image of her surrounded by flames and black smoke flashes in his mind. Her bird-ish voice, her kind smile... gone just totally fucking gone.

Sometime after dark he finds himself at his small apartment. Dropping his keys to the floor he staggers inside dripping wet, his jacket long since discarded in some unknown place.

"Hello Ichigo." Juushiro sits on the edge of the simple black covered bed still in her red and white striped dress. "I hope you don't mind, Rukia let me in." she says slightly concerned about the serious expression on Ichigo's face as he slowly walks toward her. Rainwater continues to drip down his face from his bangs, getting his eyes, plastering his white button up shirt to his skin.

Without blinking he gazes at her in disbelief, his steps bringing him closer and closer until he is directly in front of her. Reaching down the wet drops still clinging on his fingertips wet her cheeks as he gently touches her cheeks.

"Your cold." Juushiro starts to rise only from him to drop to his knees and wrap his arms around her waist. "He is trembling." She ponders to herself rubbing small circles into his scalp trying to comfort him.

"It's impossible to be cold," he whispers moving a hand through her hair and bringing the pure untouched lock to his nose. "with you next to me." Relief warms his blood, and her hands sliding into his hair, calms him to the bone. Finally able to breathe a little easier he lifts his head and tenderly kisses her. This time he is the one making the first move, and his stupid fears are yanked from his mind. She is here and alive, so incredibly alive. Scooting her closer to the edge of the bed he kisses her again, her lips instantly responding eagerly. There, she isn't upset, she isn't angry. Juushiro is touching him back, that is the best feeling of all.

The passion they found earlier is rekindled, but this time it's tempered with patience. Ichigo works her gasping mouth, enjoying the smooth soft feel of them sliding against his, Juushiro slips her eyes shut giving into the humming of her own desire for him. She deepens the kiss, lightly flicking out her tongue for a quick taste, but Ichigo is more than willing to meet her in the middle. With their mouths busy, their hands begin to travel. His wet clothes present a problem and he maintains the kiss while pulling out his shirt tail from his pants and pulling apart the front sending buttons clicking to the floor.

The action sends a wave of excitement over her, she is finally going to explore the body she has stared at with an overwhelming curiosity. Tugging at the zipper of her dress she pulls it down preparing to slide out of it when Ichigo puts his hands around her upper torso and begins gathering the fabric up in his finger while pushing the garment down with his thumbs. Slowly the pads of his thumbs move over her skin until the dress is gather in his palms and he moves it up over her head.

With her breasts exposed his anticipation rises, his mouth finds her again as his shirt is peeled from his soaked skin. Her scent washes over him, stronger now that her dress is discarded on the floor. Vanilla, sweet cream, and orange notes tantalize his nose causing his mouth to travel back down to her neck to breathe her in.

"Ah!" Juushiro gasps out a shock as his hands find her breasts and cup them gently in his large palms while his lips tease her pulse point without mercy. Her body heats up, the fingertips exploring her small pink nipples tug and squeeze the most amazing sensations out of her. "Ohhh."

"My god." That sound is incredible. Ichigo mind clouds with her, her body arching and moving seductively under his hands. The erection pressing at his pants for the past few minutes becomes hopelessly uncomfortable. Regretfully his hands leave her breasts to hurriedly discard his pants. Soon as he wiggles out of them and turns to drop them on the floor her hands wrap around his cock. Everything screeches to a halt, surprised at her zealousness he looks in her deep green eyes. Dilated, wonton, and full of lust, her eyes darken yet sending a chill down his spine. Unable to stop himself he kisses her hungrily, his mouth demanding her lips to part and open for him.

She slides her hand up his shaft enjoying the velvety weight of his ample cock in her hand. He is large, with a bulbous pink tip already dripping, his thickness filling her hand perfectly. The years of working clay have made her hands sensitive and wise to each bump and vein she feels under her fingertips. After a few moments, Ichigo's kiss becomes ragged, his chest heaving.

"You are killing me." Ichigo shudders, breaking the kiss and wrapping a hand gently around her wrist. Holding her arms away from his body he leans over her hard enough to force her back to the bed. "You bring out this side of me, I didn't know I had." he tells her stretching his body over hers, her body instantly molding to his, her legs opening to cradle his torso. "Oh, god. I like it. I..." Now face to face with her, Ichigo tilts his head closer enough to touch her lips. "I love you."

"I know you do." comes her soft reply just before his mouth claims her lips. With his hips nudging at her waist, she feels him so close to her, but for the panties in the way, her body writhes and arches up toward his erection. "Ichigo..."

"Hmm?" he mutters sliding his lips down her neck and to her right breast. Swirling his tongue around her right nipple he pauses to exhaling a breath and wonder at the pink bud tightening up. He licks and sucks it in his mouth listening to the moans coming from her lips.

"I-Ichigo..." Juushiro shakes in pleasure, the sweetness building between her legs. Her left breast is given the same treatment, her breathing increasing with each tug of his teeth. "Ah!"

"You are beautiful." he whispers sucking in the hard pink nipple as he lightly pinches the other. Refusing to stop he rocks against her body while tweaking her nipples until she sucks in a deep breath and quakes under him.

"Ah..ah!" she cries out suddenly. "I love you, Ichigo." Her head lifts to entice him to kiss her, but Ichigo's mouth travels lower yet. Creating a moist trail of wide open kisses he pauses at her hip bone and curls her panties back with his index finger. "Oh!" His tongue there feels amazing, tasting every inch of skin for her side to her belly button. Only able to touch his hair she slides her pale fingers through his orange locks so lost in the pleasure, so excited that her voice lifts higher.

Tugging away her panties he finally sees the rest of her secrets. There below him spread open is her swollen, slick pussy just waiting for him to taste.

"I-Ichigo. Now you don't really have-" her voice stops as he looks up at her and presses his brow together. "U-Um unless you want- Ohhhhhhhhh."

Ichigo's course wide tongue travels up her slit once, twice, and third time before he buries his mouth in her pussy. The hint of sweetness is tantalizing and her reaction makes him slide up to find her clit. The smell, the taste, the sounds, and her movements are pushing him into madness. He teases her plump button swirling his tongue around it, sucking it and her hips lift and sway against him until her whole body shakes. "Did you like that?"

Blurry eyed and panting she can only nod her head. Sucking in a breath she motions for him to return to the bed, and he eagerly obliges, kneeling between her long milky white legs. With his cock lined up at her entrance he moves forward giving a light push into her tight body. Warmth, heat and pressure surround him, he is there, inside this beautiful woman.

Gently stretched Juushiro's eyes heat up with pure pleasure. She lifts her hips up toward him, so caught up in being completely filled by him.

Barely an inch from her face, every breath, every moan between them is intensified. Sliding in and almost out he watches her eyes darken and he moves back inside until the tip of his cock finds the end of her.

Juushiro wraps her legs around his tan hips and they begin to rock together. Incredible bliss ripples through her body and her moans are swallowed by Ichigo's hungry mouth on hers, drawn by her pleasure-filled eyes he kisses her deep, while his hips move against her pale perfect flesh. It's overwhelming, the pressure around his cock, her fragrance, her hands gently moving down his shoulders to his back.

Ichigo moves faster listening to her moan with every thrust of his hips. His pulse is racing, his body glistening in a coat of sweat. The fingertips exploring his back suddenly clutch at him, and instinctively he presses his palms to the bed increasing the force.

"Oh! Yessss, Ichigo." The waves of pleasure peek over and over for her. She feels him everywhere, he says he loves her again, and the bliss refuses to stop.

Deep in his body heat bubbles up streaking for his cock, even his muscles burn for release. Suddenly she clamps down on him harder than before pushing him over the edge. He comes with her, his loud groan echoing in the emptiness of his apartment.

Gasping for air Ichigo flops over on the bed next to her swiping a hand through his wet hair. What now? Only one thing really seems important to him so he just blurts it out without a hint of fear. "Move in with me."

Juushiro turns on her side to look at his face. He looks alright now. Whatever reluctance he has about her is settled and put to rest. "Yes."


Hey all! Thanks so much for the reviews on the first chapter. Uninvited will return next update! Now please tell me what you think! And make requests for this series. HUGS YOU ALL Fuzzi ...gdi I'm tired... I stayed up all night... My doctor is gonna hunt me down. But I do it for the LOVE! THE LOVE! Heehee