Hey guys! Long time, no see huh? Sorry I haven't written in so long, I've had a serious case of writers block! Anyways, here's Chapter 4! WARNING: light lemon
White and blue, sweaty sheets. It was the middle of the day, but all Rukia wanted to do was sleep. Naked, feeling freezing and scalding at the same time, she turned to the bright orange mass panting beside her. The poor man looked as if he'd been worked to death! Sex was still new, still exciting, still foreign, still hurt, and still ever so fascinated Rukia! She was no longer mad at her lover. How could she be? It was fair to say that they had both been wrong and regarding the pamphlet… he just wanted her to be able to live comfortably, he cared about her. He had every right to.
"Tired?" She teased her lover. Ichigo rolled his eyes back, smiled, and laughed once between heavy breaths. Sliding one arm underneath her, Ichigo brought Rukia up to his heaving chest. His heart was beating so fast it seemed as if the beats might overlap.
"Rukia?"
Ichigo struggled to pronounce the syllables. He wasn't just panting anymore…he was shaking. Washed over with concern, Rukia propped herself up on her elbows to look Ichigo square in the eye. The sudden pressure on his pectorals caused Ichigo to let out an "Oof!"
"What's wrong, Ichigo?" How could he tell her? What could he say? Would it all be too much in one day? Just a few hours ago he'd told her that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. If he told her he wanted them to start living together, would it scare her? Rukia wasn't a very stable creature. She never had been, and he feared that maybe she would think things were going too fast and be frightened away. Although…looking up into her big violet eyes, maybe she'd be happy about living together? Oh to hell with it, why did he have to tell her now? Couldn't he just do it later? Why now when he had this beautiful, sexy woman lying on top of him. Naked, none the less! Ichigo began to glide his middle finger up and down her small, muscular spine. In response, Rukia's eyes rolled in the back of her head, mouth opened in a perfect O shape, and shivered.
Rukia's reaction sent Ichigo's thoughts over the edge.
With his thoughts presently in the cell of procrastination, he flipped over and ended up on top of Rukia. Surprised and excited, Rukia let out a giggle-squeal. Couldn't they have some fun first?
Oh God. Oh God oh God oh God. This time it didn't hurt at all. This time it was different. This time Rukia understood why people loved sex so much! More, more, more, there was never enough. No matter how many times she clawed at Ichigo's muscular, sun kissed back, no matter how loud she screamed, no matter how many more marks her neck and chest received, it was never enough. It had never felt so good! She was greedy, lust driven, and mad with pleasure. The needing didn't stop till both had been sent over the edge and reach the peak.
Flopping down in the sweat drenched nest of strewn about sheets, both bodies hit the worn down mattress, hungrily sucking in air, not doing anything until they had both caught their breath.
Something new had awakened in Rukia. Something hungry for more. Ichigo studied the small woman with curiosity. Her body glowed and glistened with new found radiance. Her eyes shown with lust and some sort of new found desire. Ichigo almost choked on his spit when Rukia crawled on top of him, reuniting the sweaty bodies. No longer shy that her full, gloriously naked body was completely visible in the heavy light of midday, Rukia struggled between breaths.
"Again." She managed to say in a determined, assertive voice. This time Ichigo did choke on his spit.
"AGAIN?!"
"Again, Ichigo again!" Ichigo sighed, defeated. "Woman, you're trying to kill me." Rukia laughed, finally seeing that her lover was spent, she rolled off of him. Rukia let her body flop back down and bounce once. The over used mattress screamed out in pain. Turning towards Ichigo, Rukia sighed. "How about a shower?" Ichigo looked at her in disbelief. "Rukia!" "No I'm serious. Just a shower, nothing more." Ichigo pondered the thought, still recovering from their recent wild sexcapade.
"Umm hmmm?" Rukia sat on the dinner table, legs crossed, clothed in a white bathrobe (one that had been Ichigo's, so it fit incredibly large on her.) Large black home phone pressed to her left ear as she swung her legs from the table edge breathing in whatever wonderful smelling food Ichigo was concocting.
"Yeah it should be fun, I'm inviting everyone, Mizuiro, Keigo, Chad, Uryu, even some of our long distance friends, if ya know what I mean." Tatsuki's voice erupted from the phone speaker.
Rukia's pink lips broke into a small grin. She knew exactly what Tatsuki meant.
"Like who?" Rukia said swinging her legs faster, having to vent the amount of excited butterflies that flapped through her veins.
"Well, I know that Renji jumped at the offer."
Renji.
Rukia's legs flapped around in the air faster.
"Matsumoto never turns down a party, and I'm almost sure that she's dragging Toshiro Hitsugaya with her."
Karin will be thrilled
Rukia kicked her legs faster.
"Yoruichi, Urahara, Kukaku Shiba, Ganju Shiba, and one more…"
Rukia was now kicking her legs around so hard that the table began rocking with her.
"Who?!"
No answer.
"Who, Tatsuki, who?!"
A sigh was heard from the other end.
"Don't hate me for this…Orihime."
Rukia's foot slammed into the table leg and a sickening crack rang through the entire house. Rukia shrieked in pain and the phone clattered to the ground. A mass of orange spikes and navy blue bathrobe rushed out of the kitchen to see why is girlfriend had made such a horrid noise.
Rukia sat cross legged on the table top, nursing her right heal.
"ow, ow, ow, ow, ow."Ichigo rushed to her and brought her bodying into his arms.
"It's okay, it's okay." He crooned, as if her were talking to a wounded child. On the floor, the hand held phone was screaming.
"Rukia! Oh my god, Rukia are you okay!? What happened?! Hello?! Hello?!"
With an annoyed groan, Ichigo picked the receiver up.
"here." He handed the black, banana sized phone to Rukia, who stiffly brought the receiver to her ear."
"yeah?" she groaned, her foot still throbbing. Ichigo's embraced had sure made her feel a hell of a lot better, though.
"Are you okay?" Tatsuki sounded concerned. Rukia took in a shaky breath and nodded.
"Yes, I'm fine."
"Okay..."-Tatsuki's voice expressed non-belief. Rukia cleared her throat and tried to put on a calm, yet inquisitive tone.
"So Orihime, huh?"
Ichigo stiffened at the name. Rukia's voice was tight, even though she tried her best to hide it. Long forgotten memories rushed back into Rukia's brain before she could stop them. It all happened after they had defeated Aizen, a whole year ago. God, has it really been a year? They had all celebrated at Ichigo's house, happily done with Aizen and everyone enthralled that Ichigo had recovered his powers.
Was it already midnight, Ichigo checked the clock on his living room wall again. Well shit. He thought to himself. The party was in full swing and he was trying to keep his house intact. So far this evening Matsumoto had passed out drunk, smothering poor Toshiro in her…well-endowed chest and Karin had stormed off in a huff, walking in and getting the wrong idea. After playing peace maker between the two, Renji had caused a ruckus in the upstairs of his house, drunk as fuck, wrestling with Ikkaku, almost bare naked as the day they were born and Orihime was wailing for them to stop fighting. To make matters worse, after that Ichigo went to his room to find some peace and quiet and walked in on his little sister, Yuzu, and that little punk ass bitch Jinta, practically undressing…on HIS bed! Needless to say the beat the squirt right out of his house, and that incident had left Yuzu hating him for a good 24 hours. Probably the longest time she's held a grudge. When the party was finally quieting down, and the early sunrise of morning began to sober the party members, most went home. Tatsuki, Orihime, Chad, Uryu, and Rukia had stayed behind. They silently tried to drink the alcohol taste out of their mouths by consuming black coffee. Ichigo, couldn't for the life of him, remember why he had confessed to Rukia. Maybe it was all of the beers coming into play, or the fact that he wanted to announce it in front of all of his friends, unafraid, or maybe, because she just looked so damn beautiful with the early sun rays sweeping around her body next to him on the couch. But he had, and he'd kissed her, in front of everyone. It felt so good, finally tasting those bubblegum lips that he'd so desperately been yearning for, touching that velvet black hair, and brushing her beautiful moonlight skin. After she broke the kiss, she looked up at him, liquid violet twins shining with new found feeling. "I love you too, Ichigo Kurosaki." Was all that escaped those lips, and before Ichigo could pull her back into him, a blood curdling shriek pieced the air. Everyone in the love filled room turned to Orihime so fast that they had probably given themselves a mild case of whiplash. Orihime, on the other hand looked devastated. She pointed a dainty, accusing finger t Rukia, whose eyes widened in sudden realization. She'd always been in love with him. How could I have been stupid enough to let my feelings get in the way?! Was the first and only thing that went through Rukia's mind before the auburn haired girl stormed up to her and started scream/crying. "I loved Ichigo before you! I LOVEDHIM!" she was shaking, the poor delicate girl was losing control of her usually sweet personality. "You WHORE!" Everyone's eyes darkened. Rukia Kuchiki, a whore? No way in hell. Ichigo stood up and began to say something when Orihime pointed her angers tongue at him. "You didn't even see it! I thought you felt the same! Ichigo I did everything for you, everything I did was for YOU!" Ichigo opened his amber eyes wide. She really DID love him. He'd never, he'd never seen it. Or maybe he just didn't want to, he loved Orihime, but as a sister or a friend, he could never be her lover they just…didn't click, they hardly had anything in common for them to be that compatible. "I HATE you Ichigo Kurosaki!" she yelled, then turned towards Rukia. "I hate you too, you thief, the second you came here you screwed up everything! If you hadn't come, Ichigo would return my feelings, he'd never have to fight, and he could've been safe! I wish you never even were born!" and with that, the most shocking thing happened. Orihime brought her pretty innocent hand, to Rukia's pretty innocent and confused face, and slapped her. Orihime Inoue had slapped someone. No, not just some one, Rukia KUCHIKI, her best…well…now former best friend. "I hope you all…you all…all….just…just-just"- and she ran out of the Kurosaki house hold, as fast and as loud as she could. "Orihime!" Ichigo heard Tatsuki yell and begin to run after here. Two door slams where heard and everyone sat shocked, as Ichigo began to nurse Rukia's assaulted cheek. It was the first time Chad and Uryu had seen Rukia cry. Rukia the hard, solid rock was bawling into the crook of Ichigo's neck. Upset, confused, and mistreated. She was so confused. Why god why, was she being punished for her love?
"Rukia…please…" Tatsuki sounded softer on the phone's receiver. "Don't be like that. It's been a year."
"And I still don't know why you thought it was okay to invite her to your gathering if you intend for Ichigo and I attend." Rukia was hot, white hot with anger.
"Rukia she tried to apologize so many times! Those countless voicemails and letters and flowers and post cards. And she would come to my house every day, regretting that one, stupid, drunk, angry morning! Give her a chance, trust me she's simmered down now."
Rukia clicked her tongue. "Will there be ice cream?" was Rukia's one and final response.
Tatsuki chuckled through the crackling speaker. "Yes, there will be ice cream. So are you coming?"
Rukia breathed deeply and said in her reserved intimidating Kuchiki voice, replied coolly. "What tie does it start?"
"4:30 pm, next Saturday. Dress casual, it's only a little cook out and gathering of old friends." Rukia could practically hear Tatsuki's smile. "See you there." Rukia croaked as she hit the end call button as fast as her fingers could carry her.
Ichigo gave his lover a concerned look. He brushed that cute stray hair to the side of her face only to watch it fall back in front of her nose. She looked as f she may explode from the determination searing through her body.
"Honey"-
Rukia interrupted him sharply, and answered him without taking a breath in between.
"We are going to that party, we are going to be the perfect couple, and you are taking me shopping for a new sun dress tomorrow, I'm hungry what's for lunch?"
Ichigo couldn't help but smile and stifle a chuckle. He loved her so much. And they would be cutest couple, and she would look amazing in a new sundress and there would be no interruptions form Inoue, at all.