RANT: Okay something that I've noticed. I see everyone is overwhelmed with the fact that Orihime is preggers. So what? She's married to Ichigo don't forget that. This fic is sex drama and more sex! Those feels and fixed situations! Also for people that want to ditch this story because it's too much or it's not how they want it to go… Okay IchiRuki fans, I assure you (and I won't repeat) THIS WILL END WELL! I have left clues through this fic… if you haven't found them, reread? But one thing is for sure, I WILL NOT change anything in this story and make it lover convenient for all the fans that LOVE typical IchiRuki fics. If you are one of them, sorry, you do me no harm in leaving this story. But this is what I do, I like taking characters, (especially bleach) and twist to my advantage— pushing them towards their potential of making a fic worth reading!

This isn't only about how Ichigo and Rukia are MADE for each other lottie dahhh… this about them, yes, loving each other but also how they will do anything to keep each other through obstacles and extreme measures! How they will be willing to risk their relationships with their spouses to be a secret couple! Guys I don't want to have to tell you the whole story so you can get the picture. So what if Orihime is preggers… it may or may not be Ichigo's child. Kaien maybe cheating on Rukia or not… People are saying, they don't know if they can stand it if Orihime and Ichigo stay together. Patience guys, there is a reason why this is an ICHIGOX RUKIA fic… something's gotta give right? However, if you ditch because something is not going right oh well… you can either read or be mad and excited for each chapter or you can pout and faint… your choice. 8-23-13

On that note, I wanted to update one more time. As you know I'm slow on updating but I just had to do it this time… Anywho, I love you guys and I enjoy your reviews. I respect your honesty! This is really small. Just an IchiRuki conversations. I planned to add this sometime next week but I just posted now.

Ch. 4 – Talking Memoirs

Rukia got into the shower later to wash the remains of the night away, Ichigo surprised her by following her. And they were sure to fuck again— this time under the hot stream of water, as though restoring a sense of normalcy to their lives as a couple.

Almost.

Now they were lying in the other bed. Rukia had to hold back her initial laughter as Ichigo attempted to say apple while holding his tongue. "Ah-hole… Ah-pole… Ah— shit."

"I told you… it was impossible. When will you ever listen?" She wondered if she could get him to lick his elbow next. Now that would be entertaining. The dark haired woman had to laugh now. It was nice to have some peace and quiet. No interruptions, no pressure… they could finally enjoy their selves.

"Alright." Ichigo rolled over on his stomach, his palm resting on the side of his face, "Spell I-CUP…"

"That's gross… I would never wanna see you pee." Rukia cringed. "…Look down through the bed sheet and spell attic…"

Ichigo raised a brow, "The fuck? How about you spell attic…"

"No…" she giggled.

"Why not?"

"Cus." She blushed.

The orange haired man scooted closer, "Cus why?"

"I has no titties." She lowered her face in embarrassment.

"What? Rukia…" the man sat up, "We have been sleeping with each other for how long? And I must say I love seeing your breasts."

"Oh please Ichigo, Orihime has way better boobs than me."

"She has bigger. Not better." He leaned over his lover and slid his wide monstrous hands over her chest, "I love the way I can cuff your breasts in my bare hands…" he began massaging her silk chest, moving her nipples softly till they hardened. "Really… they are so perfect in every which way…" he trailed off, locking his lips around one of the hard nubs, inducing his lover to moan softly.

Rukia could feel his body stiffen and he drew in his breath sharply. "Mmm," she heard him murmur with sudden shock and confusion. She knew he could smell it on her then. That unmistakable scent of sex and the aftermath of sweat and semen. Of course, in the darkness of the hotel room she could smell it too, in her hair, and her skin, still wet on her flushed cheeks. Even though they showered, the smell still stained them.

"It's gone too far Ichigo… the whole thing has gone waytoo far…" her legs curled around him, "You… me… us…"

"I know baby… I know…" Ichigo slid up higher to kiss her neck, "Heh… you remember when you were the good girl…"

"But I was a very bad girl tonight," Rukia teased him, as she let her hands trail down his muscular chest and linger on his lower abdomen. Finally her hands moved down further and she could feel him growing. "In fact… I wasn't just a bad girl… I have been positively filthy."

Rukia observed the quick rise and fall of his chest as he began to process the implications of what she had just said. On so many occasions before he would have been the one to tease her— however— right now she had the upper hand. It was real. Ichigo reached up to twine his fingers into the damp tangle of her short dark hair, then lingering over her flushed face, his eyes wide with disbelief. Realizing Rukia wasn't the same Rukia back in college, nor was she the woman she was a year ago. She was wild…

No… way more than that. Rukia was her own shameless sex addiction. The first couple times when they had sex, they honestly were trying to test each other. Which one would finally drop out of the game of love? Ichigo believed that Rukia would drop out first— at least the good part of her would. Many times she would admit that she wasn't a cheater and that she was married to Kaien and Kaien would never forgive her if she would do such things. Though somehow she kept coming back. That promiscuous side that always seemed to override good Rukia.

"Do you remember telling me how hot it would be to hear me tell him in dirty detail how I'd tie you up and ride you like a heated bull?" Rukia broke the man's thought. He partially smiled.

"Yea…"

They had always talked about their fantasies. As well as what the spouses lacked. How Orihime was prude or how Kaien was a push over. However, Ichigo's only fantasy was to cheat with a flexible well-rounded woman. One who was firm but was up for anything— one that could rule him. And they finally did just that. Rukia had him tied to her four-poster bed, lustily riding him. He was wet with sweat beneath her, gagged and restrained while she moved on his cock with her hands pressed against his chest, using his body as leverage. As Ichigo was nearing his climax, she managed to tear the gag from his mouth, feeling her pussy tense around his shaft.

An inexplicable primal kind of arousal flamed through her as they began to spin details of the fantasy— memories that seemed so close that they could both taste it.

"Then I untied you, feeling you to take control and pin me down on the bed," Rukia's legs squeezed him closer, "Your breath hot in my ear, telling me how exciting it would be to know I had submitted myself completely and then come home to you and playfully torture you with every filthy detail…" The cuckold fantasy took on a life of its own over time, alternating and taking turns with Rukia in control of the situation and dominating him and then him eventually punishing her for her dirty transgressions. Which was why she loved when Ichigo played rough and fucked hard.

"Yup…The whole thing has gone waytoo far…" Rukia kissed his face as he laid on top of her. Don't know why it ended up being one of their favorite fantasies to play with. They didn't know why they were so attached to one another. Ichigo randomly frowned, "And you know what I think of Kaien?"

"…Huh?"

"I think he's way too uptight and thinks he's better than everyone… He's rude, an asshole and thinks he's better value than you…"

"Well you aren't pro at picking your significant other either. I think Orihime is too damn stupid and weak." Rukia retaliated, "It's like she has shits brains and egg shells for bones… She's a scrawny metal pole with giant tits."

"Kaien should shave his head again, right now he looks like a fag from over the rainbow…" The man growled.

"Well tell Orihime pink isn't her color." Rukia hissed, "When you bought her that onesie bunny suit for her birthday, she looked like an upside down penis with an inflamed set of balls…"

Ichigo rolled over, chuckling, "Heh she did?"

Rukia blinked twice before agreeing. "Yeah, she wore it for Halloween too. She kept on wondering why kids were calling her wanker."

Ichigo busted out laughing. "No way! Seriously?"

"Yup." Rukia cuddled up next to him. "I was raggedy Ann and Kaien was a scare crow…" That was the Halloween before they started their affair. Weird that they would talk about it now.

They didn't talk much about it anymore. Possibly they were both still overwhelmed by the entire flow of memories that just decided to barge on through. It felt surreal somehow; like a dream. Remembering all that and as quick as it came, it left just as fast. Rukia was so quiet that Ichigo wasn't quite sure what she was thinking. But when soon she cuddled deeper, her finger tips circling his toned abdomen. "Okay Ichigo. I'll divorce Kaien."