4th chapter
Ooookay… sorry for the late update (I guess) and I hope you´re not gonna kill me.
To make it clear: this is just a small lemon. Yup. My usual lemons are longer. Much longer. But, you see, their just at the beginning of the fierce relationship. That has to start with a quickie.
So enjoy, mah cuties!
Rukia always loved water. The nice wet feeling against her heated skin. And when it was the summertime she loved it even more. She was swimming since she remembered. At the age of three, her grandpa taught her how to do it by throwing her into a pond nearby their old house, and since then, she completely fell for this sport. When she was on high school she was one of the best swimmers – ever. But facing the tall, muscular and all together absolutely irresistible man – though Rukia wasn´t really sure how was this related to the race itself – all her skills seemed absolutely useless against him. Unless he decided to let her win, she´ll have to deal with his idea of prize.
Ichigo was standing right next to her – neither of them was looking at their naked bodies – and had his I-know-this-is-irritating-you-and-I´m-totally-happy-with-myself smile on. Ok, maybe Rukia was looking. A little. Not actually down there, just from the waist up. Mostly she was studying his face, trying to figure out what was he thinking about. After some time, she decided she actually didn´t want to know.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm down; no use. Her heart was very unwilling to cooperate with her. It was pounding wildly like it wanted to beat through her chest.
"Seems your getting pretty tensed," Ichigo noted dryly, grinning in a total victory.
"Not at all," she responded calmly, pushing the nervousness out of her voice. She was used to this; though it was really long since she was standing at the edge of pool with some rival of hers. She smiled as the pictures from high school invaded her mind. There was always some quiet bickering between the contestants. But that was probably the best part of it.
"You sure?" Ichigo asked, his eyes wandering towards her. "I´m gonna start the countdown, if you´re ready." Oh yes. The bickering.
"The thing is, are you sure? I´d like you to convince me that you´re not just a big mouth." Her favorite line.
"You can be sure about that," he muttered, "and I´ll make sure I´ll be the only winner."
"Oh, really? Haven´t you heard of the awesome Rukia Kuchiki, the treasure of the seas, yet?" the line she didn´t use that often; only when she really wanted to impress the other racer. It was her very spiciest.
"You bet I have. But haven´t you heard of the unbeatable Ichigo Kurosaki?"
"Sorry," she smirked, "I never heard anything like that."
The man next to her chuckled darkly, his voice all sugary. "One," Ichigo smirked as he was counting, "two," this came as a mere purr rambling in his chest, "three."
At the last word they both jumped into the pool. Rukia gave it her everything, going full-power, as quick as she possibly was able to; and it was just enough to keep up with her boss, who was lazily swimming towards the finish. She remembered very well her high school days when she was having a race, and how she was displeased with herself when she lost, but now… maybe she actually did want to lose. Dr. Kurosaki seemed much more okay with asking for such a prize. And she, being the proud Kuchiki, probably wouldn´t dare to even think of saying something like that.
It was an amazing feeling, really. She felt like a high school girl again. Back there, she was absolutely different person. She was paying all attention to their little race, but still, in the back of her mind she was thinking back to her school days. High school life was probably the best time of her life. She was living with her family on the suburb, she had tons of friends and she was generally popular in the school. Her grades weren´t somewhat great, though. She didn´t care about school back there. She was out with her friends all the time. Yes, that was until the evening when someone called her when she was in the local bar. It was doctor Kurosaki´s father, a hospital proprietor. There was something wrong with her big brother Byakuya.
He´s been taking care of her since they´re parents died in the accident. Rukia didn´t remember much from her childhood, but since she did, Byakuya was always by her side. He was always announcing that he´ll take care of her for ever and ever, no matter what happens. Which he really did. When Mum and Dad died in the accident and Byakuya was studying the law, he took three extra job, working day/night, all the time, and still studying to fulfill his promise to their Grandfather. And she had promised that she´d return his kindness.
That evening, when the doctor called her, her entire life changed. It was a tuberculosis. Byakuya has the tuberculosis, the doctor said in a dull voice. Rukia´s head was spinning, she could still remember. She left her friends, her previous high school life; she changed. For her brother. For their parents. She stopped hanging out with her friends, became extremely introvert, and did nothing but studied and took care of Byakuya. She was no more available for parties or dates; school and Byakuya became her only interest and life. She decided to try and take exams so she could attend the prestige medical school. She passed the exams and became what she was now; all for her brother and family.
And she didn´t complain. Not at all. She was happy that she did what she did. The past was the past, maybe still painful a bit, but she was still glad. She couldn´t imagine herself being a dumb shop assistant or something, being dependent on her ill brother.
Her muscles tensed and as her pride was hanging above a huge abyss, she used her last powers to finish the race. Adrenalin pumped through her veins and suddenly, all she remembered was how she decided to beat Ichigo – because she actually did. Rukia found herself at the finish, panting like she just ran a marathon, and totally happy and glorious. Victory, sweet victory.
Kurosaki finished two seconds after her. He wasn´t panting at all, just gasped for the much needed air. And he was oh, so close to her…
Rukia shook her head. No, this was not the time to have dirty thoughts. That may come later. Now he´s going to suck this up.
Ichigo took a last calming breath and gave the girl just few inches away from him an evil smirk, his hazel eyes sparkling in the low light. They seemed like liquid honey to Rukia. The very finest honey that the Gods used for their waffles. She wondered what would happen if she covered him in a honey.
"Congratulations, Miss Kuchiki," the man cooed in dangerously low voice, all seductive now, "now name your prize."
Oh no. She knew this would come. Now think, Rukia. What shall you say? That your prize is him telling you what is his prize? No… too childish… Rukia had to kick herself mentally. First off, she was taking too long, and then, this was ridiculous. She was the one who he desired, plus she was an adult, mature woman. Yeah. She can name her prize, and that´s it.
… What is her prize again?
"My prize…" she tried to copy Ichigo´s seductive tone, covering her voice with as much sugary accent as possible, "is…" she leaned closer, her lips right next to his ear – and there she stopped. Mentally slapping herself, she swore she´ll never act before thinking of it again.
Kurosaki´s hands wandered down her spine, slender fingers resting on the soft and smooth flesh of her ass cheeks. Rukia felt chills run up and down her spine. It´s been so long… she felt almost like a virgin again. She was getting wet so quickly and easily… If Ichigo knew, he´d tease her about it for sure.
Suddenly he shoved his leg in between her thighs. Rukia gasped and automatically tried to press her legs together, which just made her brush against his firm muscled thigh. Another gasp escaped the petite woman´s lips as his arms wrapped around her, rubbing their chests together. "You seem tense, Rukia," he purred into her ear and licked the earlobe sensually. "What is your prize again?"
Unable to respond, she just tilted her head to one side to give him better access to her neck. He got the hint and rained butterfly kissed down the elegant swan-like neck, nibbling and sucking at the alabaster skin. Making sure he´ll leave a decent mark on the lest side, he got an absolutely adorable mewl from Rukia, already writhing against him in sweet tortures. "Mmm…" she tried to say something, but was cut off by Ichigo´s still-pestering legs. "Mmmy… prize… wwmm..!" she had to muffle a loud throaty moan when he pressed especially hard.
"Yes?" another coo reached her as Ichigo leg go of this 'innocent' teasing and removed his leg from between her shaky thighs. Instead of it, he turned her around and propped against the wall of the pool. Rukia couldn´t help but whimper softly when she felt his rock hard shaft brush against the small of her back. "Mmhmm, yes… Tell me what you want, Rukia… you won, after all, didn´t you? It wouldn´t be fair if I… uhn… didn´t let you have your prize," he whispered against her neck, leaning over her, bringing their wet naked bodies brining with need together.
Instead of explaining what kind of prize she wanted, she swayed her hips back and front, pressing her ass against his crotch hard enough to let him know what kind of prize exactly she wanted. Ichigo threw his head back and made an 'ah' sound, gripping her hips and rocked his hips into her backside. He found himself unable to stop, the sensation the small woman was giving him was irresistible. He had to have her – all of her, and right now. It´s been so long…
Ichigo thought of the woman he had met two years ago. She was fresh med student, just graduated. He gave her the chance to try to work in his hospital; she seemed to have a big potential. And not only that; since the day he saw her he just knew he had to have her. She was adorable; all the innocence in the world, the purity of dreams of every man, with face sculpted by the angels. She was a perfection. And he knew if he let her go, he´d never forgive himself. He had to have her. He swore by the raven hair of hers that he´d have her.
His beautiful Rukia.
Reaching down between her opened thighs, he spread her open, running one finger across her folds. Rukia moaned loudly, gripping the edge of the pool, not giving a shit about the consequences. Right now it was just her and her unbelievable need. Oh, she needed him so much…
Doctor Kurosaki leaned closer to her, his lips right next to her ear. "I´m gonna fuck you so hard, Rukia…" he growled furiously, boisterously.
It made Rukia actually cry out. His finger entered her tight opening provocatively, only playing with her. She pressed against his hand, trying to feel more of those wonderful feelings, groaning in frustration when he pulled the finger out. He whispered that again and gained another desperate cry. Maybe her mind and brain was getting numb with pleasure, but no one had ever said something so rude to her – and Rukia couldn´t help but let it turn her on even more.
"Shit…" she moaned and tilted her head back, giving a silent plea to Ichigo to do something to the perfectly untouched skin on the right side of her neck.
"I´m gonna fuck you raw, so damn raw, so senseless… you wanna get fucked like that, Rukia?" he was whispering to her all those violent and perverse things it was making her lose her mind. Her vision got blurry only because of his talking.
He brushed the tip of his swollen cock against her entrance. She said very quiet 'please'.
"How do you want it, baby… tell your boss how you want it." It was more of a command than a dirty talk, but that made her love it even more.
"Mmmh, Ichi…" a mewl caused by him pushing the tip in in agonizingly slow pace, "I want… I want it like you said you´re going to do it… ahh, but NOW…"
"How I said I´m gonna do it…? You want it hard in your pussy, don´t you…" another few inches went in.
"Yesss… Ichigo, don´t torture me…"
The rest of the way, he forced himself roughly inside her. Rukia couldn´t – and didn´t – fight back the urge to scream. She felt like the tip of that massive organ of his is hitting the very back of her – and if he wasn´t in some part of her body, she wanted him there, warming her and making her feel real. When he pulled out again and pushed back in, she lost it and started thrusting back.
Her skin seemed to be glowing to Ichigo. He couldn´t help but clench his teeth and hiss as he did that again, running his right hand across Rukia´s side.
"Damn water," Ichigo cursed, trying to pick up his pace. "´s slowing me down…"
His strong arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her up and placing her on the floor. Her ass stayed in the right position, the ideal level. Rukia, laying on her belly and with her legs still in the water, mewled when she saw Ichigo play with himself before he pushed back into her. His fingers were brushing across the extremely sensitive tip and his eyes were sparkling with incredible pleasure. It was obvious that he needed her just as much as she needed him.
"Fuck," he uttered and buried himself within her depths. They both groaned, Ichigo at the shocking tightness of Rukia´s body, and the petite doctor at the feeling of being so full.
"Aaaah~ Ichigo…!" the sounds of skin slamming against skin was filling the place, the reverberation making it seem even more intensive.
The ginger-haired man went faster, and Rukia could think of nothing but the tiny little spot inside her belly he was hitting. Nothing mattered in that moment. If someone was holding a knife against her neck, she wouldn´t care. All she could perceive was him inside her – and it felt damn good. Maybe it was because it had been really long since she last had sex, but who cared? It was great. Nothing mattered.
Ichigo watched the back of the gorgeous woman he was with, realizing he wanted to see more than the milky skin. He pulled out for a second only to grab her leg and flip her onto her back, gaining a sweet surprised 'gyah'. His painfully hard dick was back in her with a fragment of a second.
Much better. Like this, he could see it all. Her giant plum eyes screwed shut with pleasure, occasionally opening when he thrust in more slowly, her puffy red lips slightly parted to let out the moans of pleasure, opening more widely when he picked up the pace. And her ebony black hair spilled over her head. He was really glad he decided to fuck her like this, seeing all those wonderful faces she was making. She seemed all fuzzy from the act. He always wanted to see her like this, letting go of all that sophistication and right behavior. And becoming a wild tigress.
Perfection. Total perfection of his beautiful Rukia.
"Ichi… goo…" the tight woman whimpered, her muscles tightening around him. "I think I will… uuumh! I think… I… ah…"
"I´m not sure I understand, babes," the man above her smirked. "What will you?"
"AH! There! Again! Again! Ichigo, I need to –"
"Oh, shit, I´m gonna – too…"
In that moment, when Rukia managed to open her puffy eyes, she looked at his handsome face – seeing his eyes glowing with royal gold color. His eyes were narrowed, but in the low light she could still see very well. His usually chocolate brown ponds were… gold. They were gold. Rukia felt the need to kiss him right then and there, seeing his eyes like this, glowing with pleasure. What an unusual color.
"Ichi…"
And in few more seconds, it was over. Five-minutes-sex was finished. Ichigo swore loudly, pounding Rukia´s brains out, riding out his orgasm until he was sure every last drop was deep inside her belly, and while that, his hand was unconsciously rubbing her wetness until she was screaming in agony. She tried to remember when was the last time she came so hard. The small bundle on nerves was swollen, pinkish and sore. Overly-sensed like usual, after she had reached her release.
Ichigo collapsed at the top of her, panting heavily, his nose in the crook of her neck. Rukia felt pretty much the same. Exhausted as hell. But wonderful anyway. Her hands were stroking his back, enjoying every small muscle. He was lazily pressing his lips against her shoulder, not willing to pull out just yet. They were both enjoying the peaceful afterglow after the animalistic sex.
A quickie, Rukia thought, but nice, anyway. It´s not like she´d complain. She wasn´t much of a love-making person, anyway. She always found it boring. And she had the feeling that Ichigo felt pretty much the same about sex. He´d probably would appreciate bed full of roses and a romantic music. And she was grateful for this. This kind of sex was what she liked the best.
Ichigo was hypnotizing the floor. He was smiling. Or maybe even smirking. After all this time of secret desired he thought he´d never fulfill, he actually had her. All of her. They had became one. Maybe just for few minutes, but the red mark on her neck was claiming her his. That was exactly what he wanted; to have his little Rukia for ever. Make her his for ever. And now that they had done this, he belonged to him. She was his. Finally only his. No one else´s. Ichigo thought of what he´d do if someone tried to get her. Probably break his neck.
For another few minutes, they were just laying there, on the floor. None of them cared.
Then Ichigo pulled out his softened cock and kissed her on the lips. Rukia tiredly kissed him back.
"Rukia, baby, you can´t sleep here. I´ll drive you home." The orange-haired doctor smiled softly and helped her up. Rukia found it kind of hard to walk immediately after what they did, but didn´t complain. He has holding her, seeing how unsteady she was, so she wasn´t afraid of falling.
"That´s okay," she mumbled, yawning like a tired kitty, "I need to stop by the office, anyway. I´ll go by bus later."
He scowled a little. "Are you sure? Don´t you need to get some sleep?"
"I can sleep later," Rukia mumbled, pulling her chappy panties back on. "I really need to check something in there. Besides, I want so see Nel and Grimmjow. Nel knows I´m having a day off, but Grimmjow thinks I´m here, so it´ll be probably better if I go see him." Actually, she was planning to see only Nel – she had no desire to talk to that creep. For some reason, she felt that he´d realize what she´s been doing, and that was the last thing she wanted him to know.
"Really? You´re working on your day off?" he asked in surprise, pulling on his jeans and the T-shirt over his head.
"Yeah," she fastened her belt, "but don´t worry. I had a wonderful break." She made a cocky face, raising a brow provocatively.
He came closer and helped her get the T-shirt back on. Then he pecked her lips. "Okay. But don´t work late."
For few seconds, he held her in his arms gently. She heard him sigh and imagined his hazel eyes close. Her two irises, on the other hand, stayed wide opened. Was he really hugging her? No matter how much she tried, since she started her sexual life, she had never liked cuddling after the thing. And Ichigo was just standing there with his hands slowly stroking up and down her back.
"Ok," she urged him, pushing away lightly. "I´ll call you as soon as I get home." Lie. She´ll cry her eyes out on Nanao´s lap as soon as she gets home.
"Wait, shouldn´t I stay and take you –"¨
She cut him off very quickly. "No, no, no, thanks, but I don´t know how long this will take –"
"You said you won´t work late –"
"I won´t!" she barked in frustration. Was he always like this? Few minutes ago he seemed like… like a sex god, and now, what he was trying to do, look like a teddy bear? "I won´t, but I want to… errm… I want to say hello to my friend who´s a bus driver." Really, Rukia? That´s probably the stupidest lie you´ve ever told.
He grinned. "Rukia," he said with a smile, "if you want to take your time here, I don´t mind, okay? I´ll see you later, baby." With that, he kissed her forehead – and he was gone. And Rukia just stood there, her hair still wet, and her eyes wide.
She wasn´t sure; did she piss him off? Or… was he okay with it?
A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she walked towards the lift. She felt a little sore between her legs, and what was worse, terribly tired. Maybe she´ll pass out in Nel´s room, and when she wakes up, her face will be covered with creepy paintings. Seriously, she wouldn´t mind. Nel was one of her favorite patients.
It was actually kind of sad story; how that little beautiful girl got in here. Ichigo had told Rukia before he asked her to start checking of the girl. Nel had something like a split personality; though just in the first stage. She was convinced she has an older self, and generally, sometimes she was just way too mature about things. And her deeply religious parents just couldn´t put up with their daughter´s 'heretical' imagination, so they sent her to the asylum. And Nel stayed here. It didn´t seem they wanted to get the girl back. Rukia always thought that if she ever got to meet them, she´d gladly punch their stupid faces.
Since Rukia started to visit Nel, some sort of a friendship was formed between them. Nel saw Rukia as a person equal to herself, and Rukia saw Nel pretty much the same. It wasn´t a mother-daughter relationship. It was more of a rival-rival relationship. The only difference was that they actually were nothing like rivals. Rukia really adored the little girl. And Nel really had a strong bond to the black-haired doctor.
Rukia pressed the button '2', watching her finger very closely. She was pressing bottom '2'. Not '3'. Now she was very sure.
While traveling by the lift up, she was eyeing herself in the mirror. Realizing she had her mascara all over her face, she sighed and searched through her purse for a make-up corrector. She groaned in frustration when her fingers collided with everything but the small tube she was looking for. After some cursing, she finally found what she wanted and fixed the black smears on her face. Much better.
The re-assuring 'DING' came right after she put some powder on. She sighed in slight relief, though she´d never admit she was tensed; no. She was still making herself think that she wasn´t somehow expecting the lift to stop at the third floor.
She walked through the corridors, absolutely satisfied as she was meeting all her co-workers and usual patients. This was much better that the silent asylum she saw this morning. It was around 7pm, but the hospital was still busy and lively. Which was, from time to time, really nice to see.
Right before she could enter her little office, someone´s hand appeared on her shoulder.
That was the first time in a long long period she made a little 'eek' sound.
"T-Tia! You scared the shit outta me!" Rukia complained loudly, looking over her shoulder if anyone heard her. It seemed that everybody had better things to do.
The blonde haired woman in front of her made her her characteristic bored, I-so-don´t-care face. "Did I?" she mumbled, the black turtleneck almost covering her mouth. "Sorry then." Rukia saw her smile and smiled too. Tia was her friend since Rukia joined the doctors hospital team. As probably the only one she didn´t judge her considering only her age. When Rukia came to work the first day, all eyes had been on her and she could feel the people chatting about her being too young for a job like this. They all thought that she won´t make it through the first week. Once she was standing by the automat, thinking of which juice she should get, and one of the older and more experienced doctors said something really-not-nice about her, and Tia, who was standing somewhere nearby, barked at him to shut the hell up. Since then, Rukia loved her.
"It´s okay," Rukia smiled, "wanna come in?" she unlocked the door of her office, thinking of getting her stun gun before she goes anywhere.
Tia shook her head. "No, thanks, but I thought I might stop by in couple of days and we might go out for a lunch together."
"That sounds nice." Rukia nodded and held the door. "So… I don´t mean to be rude, but… did you need something?"
The tall blonde sighed. "Yes," she said in a low voice, "I know it´s your day off, but we really need you to check on the patient from the third floor. He´s called us, like, ten times, asking for you. He seems really nervous – or I don´t know how to describe this. Anyways, when I asked him to accept some pills, he said he won´t ate them unless you give them to him. And when I tried to convince him to take some sleeping pills, he nearly bit me. It seems he´s really liked you since he came here, which is just one day ago."
Rukia blinked several times. "You mean Grimmjow?" she asked Tia.
"Yes, I mean Grimmjow. Would you go check on him? The last call was one hour ago, so it is highly possible that in few minutes he´ll get impatient again. The nurses are nervous around him and most of then doesn´t want to go to his room." Tia was scowling now. Just slightly, but it was obvious this was making her feel uneasy.
Rukia shook her head, getting back to reality. "Of course. I´ll just… grab my things and go right to him. Thanks, Tia."
"No problem," the other doctor said, just about to turn on her heel and walk away.
But Rukia needed something else yet. "Hey, sorry to bother you," she started, waiting for Tia to turn around again to face her.
"Yes." She said in her usual emotionless tone.
"Have you seen Orihime today? I wonder if she´s been to work or not."
Tia was staring at her for a moment, probably trying to figure out who Orihime was. Then she shook her head. "No, I haven´t seen her."
Rukia was half expecting her to say that she hasn´t heard of anyone by that name, but hopefully Tia knew all the nurses. "That´s good," she sighed, "thank you again, Tia. I hope you stop by soon so we can get the lunch!"
Shouting this, she was already on her way to the office, kicking the door open. Actually, she was planning to make a Miso soup for herself and then go and see Nel, but hearing these news she decided to take a stun gun with her and go visit Grimmjow. She wondered what was he up to. Probably some boloney she was in no mood to be part of. But, what the hell. At least she doesn´t have to listen to Nanao´s blabbering about the wedding. Though she was actually kind of looking forward to it.
Rukia grabbed her white doctor´s cloak and the stun gun. With a huge victorious smile she locked the office again and made her way towards the lift. Yes. Now he can´t do anything to her. She has her beloved stun gun. God bless the one who developed the stun guns.
As she was waiting for the lift, she wondered what had happened to her patient. Grimmjow wouldn´t be making such a fuss about nothing. She was kind of glad that Orihime wasn´t here today – they´d probably sent her to him, because she was, after all, Rukia´s assistant (or something), and the last thing she needed was whining Orihime hiding somewhere in the dark corner due to an encounter with Grimmjow.
Really, what was Grimmjow´s problem? Maybe he felt sick? Or just wanted to make her mad? Or planned to repeat the yesterday night? No way, she had her stun gun.
She found herself getting out of the lift suddenly, at the very silent and way too calm third floor. Taking a deep breath, she walked to Grimmjow´s room. She knocked lightly and for some reason fixed her still wet hair, combing it back with her hands. Than she kicked herself mentally and waited for some kind of response; which didn´t come.
"Grimmjow?" she called out, pressing her ear against the white door. "Grimmjow, this is doctor Kuchiki. I´d like to come in now, if you don´t mind?"
Nothing. Was he making fun of her?
"Grimmjow, I´m coming in, okay?" she announced and pushed the keys inside, unlocking the door or Grimmjow´s room. She slowly opened then and squeezed the stun gun in her pocket. "Grimmjow?"
The blue-haired serial killer was laying on his bed, under the light orange covers and blankets. His head was tilted back, pushed into the pillow. His eyes were screwed shut and his face was one big painful grimace. He moaned in pain and gulped, trying o get some air. "Finally," he wheezed, opening his sapphire eyes.
"Grimmjow!" Rukia exclaimed, dropping her keys and running over to his bed. Her hand came quickly to his forehead, the petite woman pressing her small palm against his burning skin. "You have a terrible fever! What in the world happened?" she actually wasn´t expecting him to reply. She thought for a second and then put her cloak down, pushing the stun gun into the pocket of her jeans. "I´m going to get some water from the bathroom, okay? I´ll be right back, Grimmjow, just… just hang in there."
His somewhat weak hand found her wrist, still managing to grasp it firmly. "Ugh…" he groaned, narrowing his eyes, "just… don´t take long…" he whispered, letting go of her hand.
Rukia ran out of the room in a total panic. What the hell! What happened to him? And why didn´t he say anything to the other doctors? Tia was here – how couldn´t she notice he was in such a terrible condition? And why the hell he didn´t ask her to give him some pills? She ran to the bathroom in the end of the corridor, opening the door harshly. Her hands, all shaky and unsteady, turned the cool water on and she threw the white cloak into the washbasin, nervously waiting for it to soak wet with the cool water.
What the hell happened?
She squeezed the redundant water out of the cloak and turned the water down. Another race with the time to Grimmjow, who was still in there, waiting for her to return.
She closed the door of the room and rushed to his bed. Mapping his frowning sweaty face, she used the sleeve of the cloak to wipe the sweat. He shivered when the cold object touched his burning skin, but then Rukia felt him relax. His muscles released some of the tension and he leaned back into the bed. Rukia was frowning. Her hands were making slow motions, almost caressing his face, like she was trying to wipe away that exhaustion off.
Grimmjow´s small moans of pain turned into sighs and a little sharp breaths, and Rukia felt a huge relief.
"Better now?" she asked quietly and continued to cool his skin of his neck.
He took a sharp inhale of breath as the cold fabric made contact with his heated flesh. "Mmmf," was all he managed to say through his clenched teeth.
Rukia smiled slightly and let her hand guide the wet white fabric down his chest. His undershirt was soaking wet with the sweat. She wiped as much as she could from the reachable places and moved to his shoulders, gently running her cloak over his muscled arms and stopping by his wrists. He sighed a little when she did that, closing his eyes. Rukia figured this felt good and rubbed the left wrist and than the right, lightly playing with his fingers. Even his palms were covered in sweat. She dried them and held his hand for a while.
He had his eyes closed, just enjoying the small fingers rubbing circles on his heated palms. Rukia seemed to me massaging his hand, first the left one and then the right one. When she was doing this with the right hand she was closer to him. Sitting on the left edge of the bed caused the necessity for her to lean against his hip lightly to reach for his hand. He had it resting on his abdomen, but she was still leaning against him while toying with his hand.
His breath was steady by the time she decided to remove his undershirt. Well, not actually take it off of him, she wouldn´t be able to do that unless she woke him up, but the plan was to push it up as much as possible. Her small hands moved towards the hem of the white piece of cloth. She caught herself thinking of how he looked like; he for sure had perfect abs, that was very obvious, but she still felt nervousness creep in her belly and clench her chest.
She pushed the fabric up, exposing as much skin as possible; it was actually a huge success. She was able to reach his breast. And there she stopped. Probably purposely. She took the slowly drying cloak and placed it on his still-heated torso, careful to not wake him up. She hard a little intake of breath and then a satisfied sigh. His whole body relaxed, even his face did. The painful grimace was gone, replaced by a calm expression.
Rukia felt relief envelope her once again. Victory. She saved him.
As he was breathing peacefully, her hand was still holding his, her thumb making small motions on his palm. Back and front, front and back. She waited until the cloak dried off entirely. It didn´t took that long, Grimmjow being in the state he was. His body sucked up the cool water like a sponge. But since he was better now, Rukia turned the cloak on him upwards, slowly placing it back down, and stood up to leave.
He locked her hand in his securely. A small sound of nervousness escaped her lips as she fell back onto his bed, her butt colliding with it almost painfully. She looked at their joined hands in surprise, almost in shock. "G… Grimmjow?" she almost whispered, murmuring to him and squeezing his hand gently.
"Yeah…" he murmured back.
She gulped, the sound being way too hearable. She tried to make his hand let go of hers, but he didn´t seem like letting her go. "Grimmjow, are you feeling bad again? Shall I call the doctors?" she asked quietly but businesslike.
He moved his head from left to right slowly. "M-m," he mumbled, "they all suck. I want you."
Rukia couldn´t help but blush a little. Nel was telling her that she was the most awesome doctor in the whole universe all the time, but this was something different; seeing this serial killer go all soft and nice, even that nice he was telling her this… that was exactly what she would never expect. "Do you want me to stay here with you?" she asked in low voice, not trying to shake his hand off anymore.
A slow nod. "Yea."
"Okay."
She went back to rubbing his hand, her soft skin brushing against his rough one. It felt so good to him.
"I wonder," Rukia´s voice was quiet and serene. "Why didn´t you tell Dr. Halibel you felt sick? She´d give you some pills."
There was a pause, a long pause. Rukia was watching his face, his closed eyes, and thought he was asleep, but then he spoke up again. "I wanted to wait for my own doctor." Was all he said.
"You didn´t have to wait for me." Rukia smiled. "Any other doctor would help you. You didn´t have to suffer this much."
He let her move their hands into her lap, moving to the side to make some space for her when she sat on her legs on his bed. Their hands, still held by each other, were resting in her lap now. He closed his eyes again. "Is it weir if I say I don´t mind suffering?" he asked with a sarcastic grimace.
Rukia chuckled softly. "Grimmjow," she said his name with some sort of care. "You´re in an insane asylum. There´s nothing I would name weird in here."
"Okay," he mumbled, "but outside the walls of this madhouse?"
She wondered for a minute. "Outside… doesn´t exist for us." She said at last.
He grinned. "Exactly the answer I was hoping for."
Of course.
"Oi, Rukia," he muttered, opening his eyes once more before saying: "Thanks."
She chuckled. "Why do you always call me that? You always call me by my first name."
"I call you that since the day we´ve met."
"You were calling me Miss Psychiatrist," she reminded him.
He smiled just way too gently. "No Rukia… I wasn´t."
Seeing he was his old self, the old self she knew, she felt some kind of peaceful air return to her lungs. She could breathe without a problem again. Much better. It was very calming, to see his wicked grin return. But although he seemed to be fine again, she didn´t let go of his hand. And he was still holding hers, too. She studied his half-sleeping form, wondering how long has he been working out to get such a body.
Oh, cut this out, Kuchiki!
She smiled to herself. This will definitely turn out just fine.
His breathing was steady once again. She watched over him for another few minutes before placing his hand next to his side, slowly releasing it. Now it was her palm that was sweaty. She silently stood up and took her almost dry cloak off of him, replacing it with the warm blanket. She looked his way once more and did something stupid; she was really glad he was already deep in his slumber. She bended down to him and softly kissed his forehead, like mommy would do to her sick kid. Though this was another kind of kiss. She couldn´t quite name it, but she was very sure she didn´t think of Grimmjow as of her son.
She tip-toed to the door, making sure she was extremely silent. Slowly, she opened it and slipped out of the room.
When Grimmjow heard the door close, he opened his eyes again.
She didn´t remember. Not yet. But she would. Soon, she would remember everything. He touched the place she had kissed just few seconds ago and smirked. She´d be his and only his again. And he´d kick that bastard´s ass for stealing her away from him. He coughed slightly and touched his chest. He still had that damn fever.
"Fuckin everything for you, Rukia," he growled and turned to his side, hand slipping into his pant. "Everything."
She arrived home really late. Really late. It was almost eleven. But she brought some food with her, so Byakuya didn´t mind that much.
They didn´t talk. Not really. He was still angry with her because of the date with her boss and she was too stubborn do admit it was a mistake; or, not for sure in front of him. Rukia just prepared the food, Taiyaki fish with baked potatoes. Byakuya said he liked the taste of the Taiyaki and Rukia said she liked the taste of blood.
Sarcasm. Rukia and her damn sarcasm.
When she came up to her room, Nanao was 'hiding' in her bed with couple of wedding magazines. She was talking on the phone with Shunsui, for three hours like Rukia found out later. When they were done, Rukia slipped into the bed next to Nanao and spilled her guts out. Told her everything about Ichigo and her feelings towards him. That she thought she messed up really bad. That she had jumped into something she wasn´t quite sure about. Then she told her about the case 19. About what happened with Grimmjow. And that she had the weird feeling that she knew him.
Nanao listened to her until Rukia´s mouth felt sore. Then she told her and Shunsui story. She saw tears standing in the corners of Rukia´s amethyst eyes. She told her to not worry about things. She told her everything will be fine. The usual best friends stuff. She told her she thought she thinks she´s stupid, anyways. That she thought she´d take an example on her own mistake.
Rukia asked what did she mean. If that means that she´s not happy with Shunsui.
Nanao said that being happy is not always the best path to take.
Dear God… please don´t let there be too many mistakes! I´m really sleepy now and if I leave the corrections for tomorrow, I will never update.
Hmmm… okay, so, theoretically, this came out like it did because of my cut thumb. Yup. I was making salad. And I bet that if Kat-chan stitched if for me it would be much better. She´d make my thumb feel better than that dumb surgeon who said I was crazy.
Ahem… lame excuse.
Please mind the fact that I will die very soon if I don´t get some sleep =D I can´t fix the typos and grammar errors… I´m already sleeping. I trained my dogs to write instead of meee…
Wraff, wraff!
Reeeviiieeewwws? ;)
