2.
"You? Date? With a doctor?" Rangiku smirked, filing her nails, "Way to go, Rukia."
"No. Not, 'Way to go, Rukia', this guy is...weird." Rukia shivered, biting on her finger, "It's like. All the women I work with are crazy about him..."
"Is he cute?"
"Is he cute." Rukia scoffed, rolling her eyes, "My God."
"Then what's the problem, hon? You've got a date with a doctor! A hot doctor at that! Most women would be jumping out of their skin for stuff like this."
"Yeah, well. That's what the ones I'm working with do. He's like. The perfect guy to them but...I just can't get over something about him. He's got this look about him. It's in his eyes...he just..."
"What? Is he a werewolf or a vampire?" Rangiku laughed, "Or wait! Don't tell me. He's a Mormon!"
"What's wrong with Mormonism?"
"Look. Rukia. You've got, this sexy...smart, successful man wrapped around your, little skinny fingers." Rangiku said, wiggling her fingers, "Don't mess this up! This could be big for you!"
Rukia raised an eyebrow curiously, not understanding how that works out in her favor exactly. She sighed, looking around the room for a clock. "What time is it?" she asked. Rangiku bit her tongue in thought, pulling up the sleeve of her sweater and looking closely at her wrist watch. "5:40, hon."
"Shit. Can you drive me there?"
"Where?"
"I don't know, he wrote down the address..."
"Wait, wait wait. You're going to go meet this hot, successful, doctor dressed like that?"
"What? What's wrong with how I'm dressed?"
"You're going on a date, not...w-whatever you're...just..." Rangiku reached out towards Rukia, hesitating. She ran her hand through Rukia's hair, teasing it up a bit. She took a step back, trying to think of what else she could do. "Where's that dress you left over..."
"Oh no." Rukia laughed nervously, "No, I only wore that dress once remember? I left it here so I'd never have to see it again you are not making me wear that..."
"Why? What's the matter with...found it!" she exclaimed, holding the dress up to her body. Of course, it was too small for Rangiku but she wasn't going to be the one forced into it. Rukia glared at the tiny thing. A black suede mini-dress with a lace back and thin straps. It was way too short and way too tight. "That was a wild and crazy night..."
"God, why do you still have that?" Rukia groaned.
"Because I believed, deep down in the pit of my heart that..." she froze, thinking up her next words carefully, "I forgot I had it till now."
"Ah."
"Well? Go put it on!" Rangiku demanded, shoving the dress on Rukia and shoving her inside the bathroom to change. Begrudgingly, she changed, stepping out of the door. It was exactly how she knew it's be. Extremely tight fitting, in addition to that, she had grown a few inches since she got the thing so long ago. Her long slender legs didn't help the dress get any longer.
"Hot." Rangiku cried, fanning her face, "Baby you're on fire!"
"Jeez, I can't believe I'm going like this." Rukia mumbled, storming past Rangiku and picking her purse up off the couch, swinging it over her shoulder.
"I can't believe your heels match that dress so well! It must've been fate..."
"Or it could just be that black matches everything. Nude not being an exception."
Rangiku mocked her silently, rolling her eyes, "C'mon drama queen. Let's go drop you off with your prince charming before you get your thong in a twist."
"Where the Hell is this place? Is this some restaurant or some..."
"Oh my God." Rangiku gasped, twisting the key in the ignition, killing the engine.
"What? Are we here? Where are we?"
"Will you shut up and look right in front of you?"
Rukia squinted at Rangiku, looking out the wide car window. Her jaw dropped in awe. She stared at the palace like construction, looking around for any other building like it. "Rukia...this is a house!"
That fickle bastard.
"You said he was a doctor, not a prince! Or Hell, by the looks of it a king!"
"He is! I mean...yeah...he is. This is...insane. God I can't do this." Rukia sighed pressing back against the cold leather seat.
"Rukia, if you don't go through with this, I swear I will kill you. I. Will. Kill. You." Rangiku hissed, staring at her. She closed her eyes tightly. Remembering. Don't think of it as a date, I just want to get to know you better. She sighed, opening the car door and stepping out slowly. "I'll call you to come get me." she said, pulling her dress down lower. She walked slowly towards the elegantly decored glass doors. She stopped, catching her breath slowly. Okay. Just knock on the door Rukia. Lift your hand and...knooock. The clicking of the door's lock shocked her, causing her to jump back a few inches. Slowly, it opened. She swallowed hard stepping into the "house". House. It was more like a castle. This place is ridiculous...!
"Rukia." Ichigo called out to her from up the largest flight of stairs she had ever seen. She gasped softly, biting on her lip. If they thought he was handsome at work...he was a sight to see. He smiled at her warmly, making his way down the steps, "Glad you could make it after all."
"That's uh...that's quite a door you've...this place is amazing." she snickered, "I mean...wow!"
"It belonged to my grandmother." he said, nearing the bottom, "And her mother. And her father. This house has been passed down through my blood line for as far as I can remember. My great, great, great grandfather, built this entire house by hand. His son updated the architecture, to make it more appealing for his era. And so on and so forth until the first woman was born." He finally reached the ground floor, approaching Rukia slowly. Slowly. He took her hand in his, kissing it softly. "You look lovely."
"Thanks." she smiled, twisting bashfully. She cleared her throat once she realized how childish she was acting. He laughed, guiding her through the mansion, talking to her more and more about the history of the home and it's preservation. She froze, paralyzed with awe upon entering the kitchen. It was a grand area, richly decorated and reeking with the scent of delicious food. It was making her stomach growl. Perhaps, this wasn't such a bad idea. After many hours of chatter and dining the two found themselves conversing in the living area, sitting on couches parallel to each other in front of a large victorian fireplace. Rukia would smile and take tiny sips out of her wine glass while Ichigo would crack a joke or two until it got later. And later.
"You really are as fascinating as I thought you would be." Ichigo smiled, resting his temple on the knuckles of his right hand. Rukia grinned, setting the wine glass down gently on the glass table separating them. "Why thank you, doctor." she giggled crossing her legs femininely. He examined her body movements closely, drumming his finger on the arm of his couch.
"Do you believe in demons? Rukia?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
Rukia froze, blinking slowly. The question hit her so fast and so suddenly, she wasn't sure exactly what to say.
"Demons? Like...what kind of demons?"
"Just. Demons in general."
She bit her lip in thought. Such an odd question out of the blue, and everything was going so well. Never did it occur to her that he would've asked such a thing.
"I do believe they exist but..."
"But?"
"I'm not...certain." she scratched her forearm nervously. "It's kinda cold in here, no?" she sighed, rubbing her biceps and coughing.
"Right, I'm sorry I just thought a little breeze would have made it a little more comfortable in here." Ichigo said, picking himself up slowly from the couch and walking over to the open window behind Rukia. She cleared her throat softly, looking around the room. Suddenly things weren't so "comfortable". He slid closely behind her, leaning in and breathing softly on the exposed skin of her neck. "Did you know, there are ten tantalizers on the female body?"
"T...tantalizers?"
"Hot spots." He whispered into her ear, blowing a cool steady stream of air along the the lobe. She gasped loudly, trembling intensely. He smirked deviously, "Found one." he chuckled pushing her hair out of the way of her nape, pulling on it gently. He hissed softly, exhaling on her exposed skin, sending goosebumps down her entire body. "D...doctor..." she gasped, biting gently on her finger. Ichigo caressed the chilly skin on her arm, picking up her wrists and kissing them gently. He nipped on the skin of her shoulder, sliding his hands down her sides, her waist, and inner thighs. He brought his hands up her thighs slowly, stopping beneath her dress and picking his hands up from her legs, bringing them back up to stroke the beneath her breasts, brushing his fingers along her erect nipples. She yelped quietly, rubbing her knees together and biting on her lip, "Doctor!" she cried, "Stop it sensei!"
Silence. She opened her eyes slowly, looking around behind her for him, but he was nowhere to be found. She panted softly, frantically searching for her purse. She snatched it off the couch, stumbling to the front door. "It was nice having you here." his voice echoed through the enormity of the house. She flipped around, looking frantically for him. "Rukia." he whispered in her ear. She gasped, spinning around to face him. He held up her cellphone, placing it gently in her hand, "You don't want to leave this behind." he smiled, opening the door slowly. She stared at him for a moment. How did he...get...here?
"It...it was a pleasure...sensei." she stuttered, bowing quickly and storming out the door. She looked at her phone.
"Hello? Helloooo?"
"Ran!" she cried, "I didn't dail your number..."
"Rukia? Is everything alright, hon?"
"Come get me. Now, Ran." she sniffled, "I need you."
