A/N: yay! chapter 2! A lemon, as I promised. It's from Hitsu's point of view this time.
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We were lying on the sofa, Ichigo on top of me and he, the substitute shinigami from the real world, the impudent, ever so unattainable orange-headed teen, was hovering over my body, kissing the living daylights out of me. And what was more – I was willingly letting him, returning each and every liplock with an equally fervent one, my fingers knitting desperately into his clothes and hair as though if I let go, it would all vanish in a puff of colorful smoke. Because, really, how could I know it wasn't going to? I had long ago accepted the reality with its cruel, forsaken methods of reminding me of where I stood and where he did. I had no right to be here, to feel anything, to touch anything. Death had all but clawed its shriveled digits into my being, I was not real, I could not exist in this world even if fate had decided to play this little joke on my decaying soul, making me fall in love in a young man with a beating heart and future…
"Ichigo…" I lisped when he buried his face into my neck, sucking and nipping and my mouth flew open, a loud moan tearing from my throat. It wasn't going to work – and I knew this because, yes, I wanted it… for god's sake I wanted it, with every fiber of whatever I was, with every cell of this faux body, with every piece of my spirit, I needed him and everything he could give me. And I'd rather have all my bones broken then stop now.
Stop? What a joke! This person was everything. I had craved and longed and dreamt about this moment for too long, far too long to deny what I yearned for because of plain reason. Reason… Like reason would ever grant my wishes, or touch me this way, or…
I pulled him up, my lips finding his and I kissed him greedily, avidly, desperately, opening up wide for our tongues to push together – hot wet mouth mauling into another, just as demanding one. And boy, did it feel good to pretend, to pretend for just one moment, one tiny bit of…
No, there was no stopping. What was I thinking? No stopping, no second thoughts, even if in the morning it would all seem wrong, it was right now that mattered, this second, this minute, because, really, what was more important than what was present? So I would take as much as I could, I would take it all and give it all and it would be ok. Maybe, just maybe it would be ok.
And that was enough.
"Toushiro?" my name rolled from his tongue like a bloody chant and I couldn't help it but sigh contently when he crawled on my eye level. His elbows were on either side of my head and he was leaning over me, our faces separated by just a few inches of hot, quivering air. "You ok?"
I blinked, my undamaged leg shifting a bit.
"I'm fine." Damn, I thought. My voice had betrayed me, cracking slightly in the end and I saw Ichigo's eyes widen a moment before I screwed my own ones shut and turned my head to the side, cursing myself.
"Wh-… Did I do something wrong?" the tinge of panic in his voice made my head snap back as he squirmed to get off me "I pushed my luck, didn't I? I'm s-…" his words were cut off as I grabbed a fistful of orange hair and forced his head down, crushing our lips together. I didn't let go till after we had both run out of air and even after I did, he didn't hurry to pull away. When our eyes met again, his brows were kitted with concern and he scrutinized my face in search of something I hoped he wouldn't find. But my mask had faltered all too many times today, it was awfully full of cracks and even now I could feel him peeling it off, layer by layer till I was lying before him more naked then ever.
"You think this isn't going to work." He stated almost incredulously and I exhaled with annoyance. Why was he so determined to ruin this? I tried to pull him into another kiss, maybe distract him from these thoughts, but he jerked away, adding up to my frustration.
"Dammit, Kurosaki, if you don't want to, that's fine with me, now get off!" I snorted, making sure to emphasize on his last name as I put my palms on his chest and tried to push him off me. My efforts were instantly discomfited as he grabbed on my wrists and pinned them above my head with one of his large hands.
"Answer me." He insisted, bearing my glare-of-death without a single budge. I sealed my mouth shut stubbornly, eyes narrowing as he tried to pierce through me with those goddamn chocolate orbs of his. (...)
Missing scene can be found in my LJ account. Links to that are in my Author notes and my profile page.
(...)
"You ok?" he asked as he kissed my temple lovingly. I smiled sleepily as I buried my face in his neck.
"Love you." I whispered and his grip around me tightened.
"Love you, too."
"Enough to do anything for me?" I inquired, my eyes closed now.
"Of course."
"Then move next time I tell you to." I finished before drifting into sleep with his soft laughter still ringing in my ears.
The End!
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