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The morning after... ;)
Sweet Mischief
II. The Heat Wave
The first rays of the morning sunlight filtered through the open spaces between the window curtains. Rukia's eyes slowly opened as she adjusted to the heat framing her delicate face. Creasing her eyebrows together in annoyance, she rubbed the sleepiness from her eyes and sat up lazily on the bed. Once her amethyst orbs had adjusted, she took in her surroundings.
Dark green-painted walls, heavy fabric of majestic navy blue curtains matched with the same-colored bed and blanket, various posters of rock bands, and a very spacious walk-in closet greeted her.
Realization then dawned upon her—she wasn't in her own room.
She jumped from the bed and almost immediately a sharp pain shot in between her legs. She winced as she grabbed the headboard for support. It was then that she remembered she had sex—a very good and satisfying sex—with Ichigo last night and she had slept inside his car after she was thoroughly exhausted.
What happened after that, then?
She took in a deep breath and forced her wobbly legs to move. Gazing down over her tiny frame, she noticed she wasn't wearing anything underneath except for a large t-shirt that reached past her mid thighs.
She snorted. Men.
Now that her mind was working more properly, her thoughts drifted back to Ichigo. She had just met him last night and one thing led to another. She wasn't the type to just sleep with someone she just met. But under the circumstances—especially how she found the orange-haired man to be so attractive—she gave in to temptation and ignited a heavy dance of fire with the devil.
Not that she regretted it. Contrary, she loved it.
He was sexy. He had a perfect sculpted body, smoldering amber eyes to die for, and a sexy pair of lips. He was—as Rukia wanted to put it—a professional in bed. He could pull all the right strings to make her scream in ecstasy, knew how to give her pleasure in all the right places, and he made her feel as if she was the most beautiful girl in the world. She had never felt like that before with Kaien.
That conclusion made her wonder. Why is she feeling that way? Why does her heart beat so loudly whenever Ichigo is near? Why does she find his voice very comforting to the ears?
Why?
Was it because of her broken heart? Was it because she just came out from a break-up? Did she want Ichigo because she wanted to forget Kaien?
Was her heart that weak?
She shook her head repetitively and gritted her teeth. Either way, she had to inform Ichigo that what had transpired between them last night was only a one-time thing. Nothing could ever come out of it. They were just lonely strangers who happened to cross paths and found temporary consolation from each other.
Yes, that was it. She nodded firmly, as if having a debate with her inner self.
She stepped out of the room—with her legs still feeling like jelly—and closed the door quietly behind her. The smell of freshly cooked bacon and toasted bread wafted through the air and reached her nostrils. She inhaled in the delicious scent and felt her mouth salivating. Damn, not only was Ichigo a perfect god in bed, but also a master chef in the kitchen.
She padded her feet and carefully made a beeline into the dining area where he was preparing breakfast. Oh god. He was wearing nothing but a black apron and blue boxers. His ass looked so cute and firm in them.
She gulped nervously. All the words she had previously thought off vanished from her brain. The heat pooling in her belly and spiraling in between her legs wasn't making it any better. Suddenly, she found it hard to breathe. The cords of her neck became too constricted with a familiar feeling of ache and… need.
Dear god, she wanted him again.
"Rukia."
She jumped tensely and stared up at him. He was standing close to her now, so close that she could actually smell the shaving cream he must have had used earlier in the morning. She offered a sheepish smile as she sat on one of the counter stool. Now that she had the time to look around, her lavender eyes wandered over every space and corner of his humongous penthouse.
In front of her was the dining place. It had a cozy table with six corresponding chairs. From her place she could see the skyscrapers overlooking the broad windows. On one side was the entertainment area, where a flat 70 inches screen LED TV hang suspended facing a spacious, black leather couch. The walls were painted beige, while the furniture and decorations were colored chocolate brown.
She glanced at the room she had come from. She assumed it was his room, since his scent was the strongest there. Her eyes caught sight of two other doors. She guessed one was the bathroom (although Ichigo had his own inside his quarters), and the other one was the guestroom.
"So," she started awkwardly. "What did you make for breakfast?"
Ichigo smirked, presenting to her the plate filled with delicious goodness. "Bacon and bread." He sat on the side and pushed the plate towards her. "Help yourself."
Rukia gulped and eyed the plate. Without so much as consciously instructing her limbs, her arm shot up to grab the dish. Almost immediately, she devoured the food and engulfed all the presented goodness in one single minute. Ichigo could only watch with wide eyes as she licked her sultry lips.
"Damn," Rukia muttered, caressing her bloated tummy. "That was good."
Ichigo sat facing her. He smirked, poking her in the nose. "I'm good at everything, dummy." Having no choice but to eat something else, he decided the oat cookies inside one of the cabinets would be good enough for his breakfast. "God, you eat like a pig."
Rukia snorted and kicked him playfully under the counter. "If you didn't exhaust me too much last night I wouldn't be starving like a dying man in the first place."
Ichigo's cheeks reddened. He avoided her mischievous eyes and scratched his hair sheepishly. Rukia realized she had hit home, and at that moment, she began to wonder why she couldn't tell him what was bugging her mind ever since she had woken up.
It was simple, right? To tell him she wasn't interested and that they should forget even knowing each other. Better yet, they should resume living their previous lives as if nothing had happened between them.
She sucked in a deep breath. This was no good. Her knees were trembling and her hands were shaking. God, she didn't know what to do! She never had sex before with a stranger! This was new to her! What was she supposed to say to the man she had a one night stand with? Should she tell him "Thank you"? Or "Pleased to meet you"?
Fuck, this was that bastard Kaien's fault!
A heavy silence hung between them. Ichigo too, felt the sudden shift in the atmosphere. He glanced at her from his peripheral vision and gulped. OK, so he liked this girl. He LIKED Rukia. He wanted her to be his. Even though they had just met, he felt the unbreakable bond linking them together. Screw her ex-boyfriend. If that man would come knocking at her door and begging her to take him back on his knees, then he'd kick his sorry ass and smash his knuckles on his ugly face.
Rukia didn't deserve that kind of man. She deserved so much more. And he, Ichigo Kurosaki, could give her more than she was worth. Yes, he had already decided. Rukia Kuchiki would be his.
He had never been interested in girls—he had high and strict standards. Sure they all swarmed at his feet like bees to honey, but only this girl sitting before him with raven black hair and beautiful purple eyes had lived up to it.
Now all he needed to do was confess his feelings.
Filling his lungs with large amount of oxygen, he forced his stiff mouth to open. Just as he was about to say something, her lips parted in time with his.
"Um."
"Um."
Ichigo waved his hands and gestured for her to continue. "If you want to say something, then go ahead."
Rukia bit the inside of her cheek, her courage dissipating. "Are you sure?"
Ichigo nodded. "Of course." He leaned back on the cold steel of the chair and stared at her intently. If she was going to say something about their odd relationship, then he might as well listen to her first.
It took Rukia a few seconds before she was able to speak. "So," she began, her voice sounding like a whisper. Ichigo had to lean in a bit to hear her clearly. "I was thinking… after this, I think… we should not meet anymore."
Ichigo felt his heart constrict. An abrupt gush of imaginary wind had him clutching the handles of the chair to prevent himself from falling. What… What did she just say? Why did the air feel so stuffy all of a sudden? Why did he find it hard to breathe?
"What happened between us was only a one time thing, Ichigo." Rukia continued. She hid her eyes and clasped her hands together, in an effort to conceal her blatant nervousness. She didn't want Ichigo to see her again in a state of weakness. "Let's just forget it. It will be better this way."
Ichigo seized her arm so fast Rukia had no time to react. She gasped as his fingertips dug into her skin. "Ichigo!"
"Rukia…" Ichigo's voice was stern, albeit soft. "Don't…"
"Wh-What…?"
The minute he looked up at her, Rukia's heart stopped beating.
"I like you, Rukia."
Silence.
"Rukia…"
The said girl in question gulped heavily. She faced him completely and peeled the rough fingers holding her arm captive. "You don't like me, Ichigo," she said solemnly. "How could you when we've just met?"
"I don't know," Ichigo replied quickly. "I don't know either why I feel this way. I just feel it… I like you."
"Ichi—"
"Look, Rukia," Ichigo stubbornly cut off. His eyebrows were furrowed together in irritation and annoyance. "All we need to do is get to know each other. Let's give 'us' a chance."
Rukia stared at him incredulously with an arched eyebrow. She couldn't believe that this man—this man whom she had thought was a lot stronger than a rock—was telling her this. "Mr. Kurosaki, what happened between us last night wasn't serious. There is no us, and there will never be." She stood up hastily, almost knocking the counter stool backwards from the force. She glared heatedly at him and added, "Please don't flatter yourself."
Imagine her surprise when Ichigo stood up as well and chuckled. He bent over so that they were almost face-to-face, and encircled his arm around her neck to pull her closer. "You can't resist me."
Rukia smirked. A challenge, huh? Rukia Kuchiki would never back down on a challenge!
"Try me."
And with that, Ichigo pressed his lips against hers. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth without even seeking for consent. Rukia dueled equally with her tongue circling around his, but he was just too powerful that she didn't have any choice but to give in. She moaned loudly inside his wet cavity and sucked every liquid she could reach. The heat emanating from his immaculate body was making her head spin. The masculine scent was all she could smell, and his tongue doing wonders on her mouth was all she could feel.
She pulled away, panting so heavily she felt as though her lungs would burst out. The pounding in her ears were steadily getting louder and louder. It was only when she realized that it was her heart beating so rapidly threatening to explode from her ribcage did she finally realize she was far in too deep.
Too deep… and no way out.
However, she wouldn't just deliberately admit that.
Gaining the confidence she thought was already long gone, she turned away from him and spoke out, "Keep telling yourself that, Ichigo." Her voice was ice-cold, lacking the warmth and sincerity it usually had.
Although Ichigo was taken aback by surprise, he hid it well by mustering a solid mask of aloofness and indifference. "I'll prove to you how right I am, Rukia."
Rukia stopped midway in her stride to glance back at him. "That is, if you're even going to see me again after I set foot outside this house," she replied easily.
Ichigo grinned even wider. "Just don't expect me to return your panties."
-!-
From above, hidden between the shadows the heavy curtains cast, Ichigo Kurosaki watched with frosty amber eyes as Rukia Kuchiki stepped out of the building. His eyes narrowed as he watched the said girl hurriedly walk away with long strides. He instinctively gripped the piece of paper in his hand. The unmistakable feeling of false reassurance flooded his senses.
She'd never get away from this—away from him.
He stared at the paper and read the little letters and numbers engraved in it.
…It was Rukia's contact and information card.
Ichigo… obsessed? *evil laugh*
So I finally decided to continue this baby and make it a full-time story. Yay! I've been having this idea for a long time now and I want to adapt it in this story. This was supposed to have only 3 chapters. But now I'm continuing it for mooooorreee!
I hope you like this chapter. I apologize if the characters are OOC. I'm trying my best to make them in character. It's just that… the story calls for it.
Anyways, I want to thank everyone who has read and reviewed. Every comment means a lot to me. Thank you! ^^
~L.A. :3
