Astonishingly enough, Rukia had never been on a "date."

What was a date? To the noble families, a date meant an arranged dinner between the two families. There would be small talk and wine. Often, there would be steak. By the end of it, the heads of the two clans would be the ones to decide in private whether their successors were to be wed. Of course, the actual two people involved in the union of souls would not have any say in it whatsoever.

The man had to be older, a provider. He had to be well-established in life with enough money; Byakuya expected mountain loads of it. He would never give his sister away to a fickle man who spent money as easily as water flowed.

The woman had to be well-groomed and polite, as well as a virgin. Rukia understood the traditional values that persisted even in modern times. She understood that they were important to the elite families, that there was a spiritual meaning behind them. But to her, that was all they were; arbitrary practices with symbolism attached by people. Intrinsically, they meant nothing. And so, they meant nothing to her.

Being such a young, fiery woman, she hated having to partake in those stupid match-making dinners. Ever since Hisana passed away, her brother was almost obsessed with finding the perfect suitor for her. She hated how her Nii-sama would glare at her icily whenever she put the fork down lopsidedly or said something a little unwomanly - whatever the hell that meant. She hated how those men would talk to her as if she were ignorant, like she didn't understand politics or philosophy, like she's never had sex.

Ha.

Had them all fooled.

Subservient she was not, nor will she ever be. If she had to put on that persona for her Nii-sama to be happy, then so be it. But she would find a way to be her own person. All she wanted was to have normal life experiences without the watchful eye of a well-meaning but iron-fisted brother. And now that she was getting her wish, she was at a total loss. She didn't even know what to wear.

Throwing on a white dress, she hoped for the best. Deciding not to take the car for fear that her driver might contact her brother, she wore comfortable shoes. It was only when she had reached the park that she realized he didn't exactly say where he would see her. She had her phone, but she never got his number. She made a mental note to fix that.

Already starting to panic, a hand wrapping around her waist from behind her startled her. Turning around sharply, she was greeted by the dazzling beauty of white lilies. Ichigo carried a small bouquet of them in his hand, smiling down at her gently. He looked ravishing and smart in a crisp black shirt and jeans. It was only as she admired him did she realize that that was the first time she had seen him not wearing his school uniform 'Hi, Rukia.'

'Hey.' she replied absent-mindedly, her delicate hands stroking the feathery petals. They really were so pretty in full bloom, snuggled with lavender wrapping paper, and tied at the stems by a pink bow. Very cute. An oddly sweet choice considering the bad boy Ichigo Kurosaki made himself out to be.

'They're for you.' he cleared his throat.

'Really?'

'Yes?'

'For real?'

'No, I like picking flowers in my spare time.' he snapped. 'Now take them.'

'Thank you.' she said sincerely, choosing to ignore his rudeness. A faint blush graced his face as he noticed how happy she was, smiling as she held them in her hand. She looked good around flowers, though even the most beautiful rose couldn't even dream of matching her elegance.

He shook his head. No, he would not be seduced by her! He was going to get to know her even more, and she was going to fall in love with him. At least, he wanted her to. One could dream. He grabbed her by the hand and she gasped at the sudden gesture. She demanded to know where they were going and he said that they would eat. He took her out for lunch, and they did nothing but bicker the entire time. She called him a fool countless times, and he complained that she could never just be nice or give him a compliment.

It was perfect.

Afterwards, he took her to walk around the park. He hadn't planned that, but he wanted an excuse to continue talking to her. She was just so interesting, and he was learning so much about her.

For example, he uncovered that rabbits were her favourite animal. In fact, she was obsessed with them. They spotted a wild one while around the park and she squealed like a child at the sight of it. She ventured far too close to it and scared it off, she nearly cried. He had to spend a good minute comforting her, telling her that the stupid bunny would be fine.

It was so strange seeing her this way... Like she had some sort of switch. He remembered how she took him in her mouth, salivating as her lust-lidden sapphire eyes burned into his memory. And now here she was, heartbroken that a small animal wouldn't give her the time of day. He laughed inwardly as she pouted, still clutching the flowers.

'I actually have an appointment to get to.' he announced a little sadly.

'Oh?' she mirrored his unhappiness. They had only spent a couple of hours together. It wasn't nearly enough time. 'Why?'

'My friend wants me to tutor her.'

Her?

'Where?'

'My place.'

A streak of jealousy sliced through the usually composed aristocrat. Nevertheless, she nodded when he took hold of her hand as he walked her home. Strangely enough, that walk was quiet. They couldn't stop chatting earlier on, but now there was a thorny aura between them - like he could sense she was pissed at him for leaving so early. Really, it was more than that. She didn't like the fact that he had to see another girl.

Once they had reached the gates of the Kuchiki manor, she glued her eyes to the pavement. Why was she getting so emotional? Was she seriously so angry at him for ending their outing? Being an exceptionally rational person, she could clearly recognize how petty she was being.

'Can I kiss you?' he whispered, startling her to look up at him. Butterflies in her stomach threatened to fly out of her mouth at any moment. Stunned by those amber eyes, she cursed him for being so charming, so nice. Of course he would ask if he could kiss her. He was just so dreamy that way.

Rather than reply, she closed her eyes and parted her lips. Truthfully, she just didn't want to look at him. It would do nothing but deepen the reddening of her cheeks and intensify the vertigo effect of being swooned by him. She had to keep cool, she had to be a Kuchiki.

Her blue eyes opened to catch his gaze after he had planted the most innocent kiss. Sensing that it wasn't enough for either of them, he pushed her lightly up against the brick wall, tasting her. The only reason she wasn't grabbing at his impressive torso was because she was still in possession of the lovely lilies. She didn't want to squish them, so she cradled them closely to her chest. Never before had simple flowers meant so much to her.

The sweet scent of his gift and the tenderness of his rough fingers was almost too much for her. He was so good, to everyone and to her. He was such a complex man, and the more she got to know him the more she wanted to have him.

Did he really have to go? Now? Couldn't she invite him to her room? Maybe they could...

'What is going on here?'

'Nii-sama!' Rukia cried out, pushing her companion as far as she could. The sudden movement hurt, but he kept his mouth shut as he examined her brother carefully.

And wow, he was hella intimidating.

Byakuya was the personification of ice. His crisp suit clung to every angular cut of his body, making him look taller and slimmer than the normal working man. His pale skin contrasted his black attire so strongly that he would have looked like a ghost had it not been for the raging fire in those frosty grey eyes that was scorching everything he looked at.

Oh yeah. Guess who he was looking at?

'Yo. I'm Ichigo Kurosaki.'

The older man nearly toppled over in disbelief. Yo? Seriously?

'Byakuya Kuchiki.' he returned, narrowing his eyes.

It took the businessman less than five seconds to decide he did not like this delinquent. The orange hear was in itself a deal breaker. What kind of nice, conservative man dyes his hair? And to that outrageous color? Well, in all his years of living, Byakuya had never seen anything quite like that shade. And the way he had been... practically eating his sister's face!

Rukia's eyes were darting back and forth between the two men. Nii-sama worked every single day, even on weekends, right up until the sun went down. Of course the one time he comes home early, it had to be when she was desecrating the family name. Well, it didn't matter. She meant what she had said before; she was not ashamed of Ichigo.

'Ichigo Kurosaki.' Byakuya began. 'Why don't you come join us for dinner?'

'Oh, thanks.' the teenager replied nonchalantly. 'But I have to go tutor my friend right now.'

'You tutor?'

'Yeah.'

'And what do you teach?'

Delinquency?

'Literature.'

Oh.

'Anyway, I have to go. It was nice to meet you, Byakuya!'

It was rare to ever see the head of the Kuchiki clan wear any expression. But the man's eyes were glaring icicles at the young boy by now. Since when did he give permission to be so familiar with him? What a rude child! As the brat went on his way, he turned his attention to his sister who was holding a small bouquet of white flowers. Well, at least he had the decency to be somewhat of a gentleman.

But no.

Least was not good.

Least was not good enough.

Not for him, not for his sister.

This would blow off. It was just a senior fling. He would find more suitors; powerful, rich men who could spoil her with the luxuries of life. They'd take care of her, they'd love her. And they would be respectful. Then she'd see that there was no point wasting time with an immature, insolent brat.

Ichigo didn't see her again until Monday rolled in. Yet again, nothing had really changed. But this time, he understood that she was wary of the public eye - especially considering her status as a member of one of the noble families.

The thing was, Ichigo didn't give a single fuck about nobility.

So after a few days, he went about asking her to lunch, surprising his classmates and even his friends. Despite her caution, she would oblige and they would sit with each other on the rooftop bickering and teasing. Rukia hadn't mentioned her brother again, but the teen knew that he had probably rubbed him the wrong way. He didn't take it personally. Having sisters of his own, he knew how protective older brothers could be.

'How do you drink this?'

'Rukia, it's a juice box. You stick a straw in it.'

'Where?'

'Into the box!'

'How?'

'Rukia! Have you never had juice before?'

'Of course I have, you fool!' she glared up at him. 'But it's always freshly squeezed into a glass.'

He rolled his eyes. Sometimes he forgot that she was so spoiled. 'Stick the straw in it and suck it.'

Not wanting to admit she desperately needed his help, she dropped the subject and tried to figure it out in her head. Who needed to drink this anyway? How good could juice in a carton taste anyway?

'Are you and Grimmjow still seeing each other?'

'Are you asking if we still fuck?'

'I guess.' he shrugged. Honestly, it hurt him how blasé she could be about it sometimes. Now that he was getting closer to her, caring about her more, he was growing increasingly affected by her sexual escapades. Not that he thought any less of her for it; but he wished that she would like him enough to want only him.

'I've been avoiding him actually.'

'Oh.' he breathed out in relief.

'Ichigo.'

'What?'

'I want you to tutor me after school, at my place.'

'That's fine.'

'How much?'

'Don't worry about it. I won't charge you.'

'That doesn't feel right.' she frowned. 'How can I repay you?'

'Don't worry about it.' he repeated, taking the juice box and sticking her straw through it. 'We'll think of something.'

'You're so... fucking... tight.' he panted. Rukia grit her teeth to fight back her moans, but the pleasure escaped her throat. His hips slapped against hers erotically and the sight of her engorged pussy sucking him back into her every time he retreated drove him to indescribable excitement. He pulled her head by her hair, a soft growl escaping his throat as the lust in her eyes thanked him for filling her. 'Open your mouth, sweetheart.' she did as she was told and he spat into her mouth. He bit her lower lip before claiming her mouth with his. She moaned into the kiss as his tongue invaded her mouth, leaving no space unsoiled. When he finally let her go, he pushed her head down into the mattress.

'Anh... Ah, unh...!' The petite woman could do nothing but buck against his harsh pounding. Every thrust he took felt like he was tearing her apart from inside out. Although surprised by her body's earnest response to him, she left all her inhibitions behind. 'I've wanted this for so long.' she whined, kissing his wrists. 'I want you.'

He gave her a languid lick on the neck and she came hard on him. He hissed as she writhed, coaxing him to his end. Not wanting to finish just yet, he retreated from her warmth.

His cock stiffened painfully at the sight of her. Her long legs were splayed apart, exposing her quivering cunt smeared in her arousal and his precum. Modest breasts shook as she breathed heavily and her mouth hung open, letting slivers of saliva down her jaw and onto her neck. Two of his fingers prodded her entrance, while his other hand stroked himself. 'More... Please, Ichigo... I want you.'

Arching her back to the feeling of his fingers sheathing into her pussy, she screamed in pleasure as his digits massaged her insides. Her screams accompanied the squelching sounds of his movements inside of her. Relishing her whimpers when he retrieved his fingers, he brought them up to her lips. She sucked obediently, shuddering when he entered her again and rammed into her like an animal.

'How do we taste, Rukia?' he asked softly, his other hand traveling down to toy with her between his fingers.

'Anh, Ichigo... Hanh...' the girl couldn't speak any coherent words. Her speech had been reduced to moans and cries of pleasure, but he wasn't complaining. It gave him pride to see how much she was enjoying his dick inside of her. Clenching his teeth when her walls clamped down on him, he fought the need for release as she rode out another orgasm. He sighed in pleasure as he felt her convulse around him, her legs twitching as he continued his onslaught. She started to tense up from his merciless pounding, but he took his hands away from their spots to push against her thighs and spread her further apart, allowing him to fuck her deeper.

'I'm not done with you.' he barked, now staring right at her. 'Not till you're my baby.'

She screamed.

He kissed her.

Neither of them cared about anything except each other. She didn't know how long they did that for; him fucking her through her climax, her nails digging further into his back as she burst in ecstasy for what seemed like the hundredth time. It was hard to believe he had never been with anyone before. He knew just how to drive her over the edge.

Finally, he could no longer contain himself. The knot that was tightening in his abdomen threatened to undo itself at any moment. He tried to pull out, but her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. He locked eyes with her in horror, as if conflicted as to whether to tell her that he was close. But she knew. And she wanted it.

'Inside.' she squeaked out, her arms snaking around his neck. 'Cum inside me.'

'Rukia...' he was shaking. 'Do you want that?'

'Yes. I'm your baby.'

He wanted to. Heaven knows he wanted to. Hell was practically commanding him to. But he cared about her too much. What they were doing... was already risky enough. With her best interest in mind, he released himself from her hold, effectively earning an angry hiss from her. He was about to say something, but she pushed him onto his knees and got on all fours to take him into her mouth. She sucked him mercilessly, like she was in a trance.

That was it. Every ounce of control he had left in him dissipated at that point. He came into her mouth, and she hungrily took all of his seed.. She drank every spurt, and he swore he could see stars whenever she gulped, her eyes never leaving his. She continued to suck for a few moments after he was spent until he lifted her by the shoulders to kiss her. He could taste them together, their juices mingling with their saliva. When he broke the kiss, beads of their mix connected their lips, the sight erotic enough to have the woman whimpering for him to take her again.

'I like you.' he confessed when he broke the kiss, their eyes glazed over in some sort of revelation for each other.

Had she any control of her body, she would have frozen at those words. Instead, she continued to tremble, kissing him everywhere. 'You're not just saying that?'

'I thought it was obvious I mean it. I told you; I'm serious about you.'

'Serious enough to like me?'

'Damn it, what did I just say?' he snapped out of his pleasure-induced trance. She was so irritating! But he had more fun with her for it. She laughed at his exasperation and his heart warmed at the sound of it. She fell back onto the sheets, raising her arms as if reaching for him. He conceded and collapsed on top of her, inhaling her sweet aroma.

'I could do this with you all day.' he kissed her softly, and she gasped at his touch. His rough hands rubbed her arms up and down before finally settling on her neck, bringing her closer to him - as if he couldn't be close enough to her. Like he wanted to melt with her.

'Ichigo.' she bit her lip. This man was still a mystery to her. There was something about him that felt right.

'Do you like me too?'

Warm amber gazed into her sapphire orbs longingly. He looked so sad, so vulnerable. It was like he was pleading for her to return his feelings. The thing was, Rukia didn't know exactly what that meant. What was liking someone? How did you know if you liked someone? However, she was sure that her feelings for him ran deeper than his feelings for her.

'I think I'm falling in love with you.' she admitted, and tears started to form in her eyes. She cursed herself for being so emotional. She hadn't expected herself to be this way. He grinned at her sincerity, cupping her face and kissing her deeply. Her heart was beating at a million miles a minute and it was hard to breathe, but she wouldn't have it any other way.

The door to her bedroom burst open violently, and the pair scrambled to untangle from each other. Rukia grabbed her sheets to clothe herself, her lover grabbing his pants to cover up some parts of him.

'Kurosaki Ichigo.' Byakuya Kuchiki demanded darkly. 'I insist you stay for dinner this time.'

A/N: This was actually an exhausting chapter to write. I fear that I may have not done it much justice, but I do hope that it is not much of a disappointment. Thank you again to everyone who reads and reviews! Thank you Carupin, shirayuki992, FunnyEasyMe, Anon01, and the guest reviewers! So thankful for your continued support.

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