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Chapter 6

Momo was already wasted. How could she manage that so fast?

Her drunk personality (flirty, loud, and bouncy) wasn't much different from her normal personality. She was jumping all over the living room, completely oblivious to Toshiro's efforts to calm her down. Her eyes were huge and dilated, her face was bright pink, and her clothes were hanging off her body. Thank God Toshiro hates drinking himself, or else no one would be looking after Momo. She would just run wild and scare everyone else.

Momo had just grabbed another half-drunk beer from behind a lamp and had chugged it down intensely before a frustrated Toshiro ripped it out of her grasp. With all the noise in the room, I could only see their lips moving and couldn't hear what Toshiro said to scold his girlfriend.

She had arrived at my house a few hours earlier, tugging along an unenthusiastic Soi Fon and carrying a large shopping bag of clothing. It had only been about a hour since we got out of school, and I was going to take a nap before the torture of my birthday party began. Without even bothering to ring the doorbell, Momo barged through the front door- had I really forgotten to lock that?- and began screaming excitedly at the top of her lungs. Soi Fon sat staring off into space. I caught the words, "Hot damn sexy outfit!" and "KYA!" before I decided to ignore her. She sat twitching with excitement, not even noticing I wasn't listening.

Soi Fon had followed me into the kitchen, where she proceeded to remind me how it was my birthday party and how Momo had spent the last few days coordinating a guest list with Ichigo and planning my outfit.

Damn it Soi Fon. I thought, if anything, she would be on my side. Soi Fon hates parties, and isn't a huge drinker. Last year at my sixteenth birthday party, she gave a tirade to anyone who was drunk enough to listen about the dangers of alcohol. Kind of counterintuitive if you ask me.

Apparently, she didn't want to be here any more than I did, but felt that Momo had worked hard enough and deserved some support and thanks from her friends. Especially from the birthday girl.

"Plus," she said, "it is your birthday after all, and I want to spend it with you. Even if we are at some crazy party planned by our best friend. So have fun tonight. I know you don't like parties, and neither do I, but Momo planned this cuz she cares about you. That's gotta mean something." Despite her words, I could hear her gulping as she steeled herself for the night of drunk partying she had resigned herself to.

By this point, Momo had realized where we had disappeared to. Shoving the shopping bag into my hands, she put her hand between my shoulder blades and directed me to my bathroom. Clapping her hands together, she exclaimed, "Take a shower with that really good smelling shampoo you have- I don't know what it's called- and then try these outfits on! I packed two, so in case you don't like the first option, then we have a backup!"

I groaned. "What if I don't like either option?"

Giggling back, Momo was too happy. "Don't be silly Rukia. You have to like at least one of the outfits I chose!"

I took a shower with the sweet-smelling shampoo Momo suggested. I dried off. Then, I dared to look into the bag of what had to be slutty outfits. If Momo's enthusiasm was any indication, she had probably just shoved skimpy underwear in the bag and would force me to wear that.

Pulling out the first option, I sighed, a little happier that it wasn't underwear. This was clearly from Momo's closet. Short (incredibly tiny, nearly nonexistent) shorts and a hot pink tank top. Okay. A little too much skin showing, but overall I might be able to wear it without too much embarrassment. Not the most trashy outfit I had ever seen.

Yanking out the other outfit, I held it up into the light. Momo had gone all out with this outfit. And it wasn't bad.

Short black pencil skirt, flowy sleeveless shirt, and hoop earrings. All paired with comfortable, flat shoes that just looked fashionable. She must have known I didn't want shoes I couldn't walk in.

This was- surprisingly- a somewhat classy party outfit. I was impressed. Momo must have thought for a while about what outfits would suit me best for my birthday. And more surprisingly, I didn't mind sliding the fabric of the second outfit over my head to try it on. When I looked in the mirror, I even kind of liked my appearance.

So I guess I owed Momo a 'thank you' after all.
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Loud rap music was splitting my head apart. Some kid was acting as a DJ. Random people I didn't know were busy making out on my sofa. Damn- how'd all these people get in here anyway? As the beat pounded and pulsated through my apartment, people grinded wildly. No one noticed me walking through the room as they danced. Wrinkling my nose, I smelled waves of beer coming off people's brain-dead bodies. Alcohol was everywhere I looked- half empty beers, tequila, and vodka bottles were strewn all over the floor. Tiny shots containers littered the couches.

Shit. I'm gonna have to clean up this crap tomorrow. Byakuya was going to kill me if he ever found out about this. And the music was making it hard to think straight. By now, I was just pissed. The excitement I had felt over my nice outfit had worn off.

Where was Ichigo? He had, unfortunately, planned this party, invited all these random people, and then disappeared. I hadn't seen him in over an hour.

Finding that the hallway was slightly quieter, although couples were still dancing (and making out) out here, I sat down against the wall and buried my face in my hands, trying to stifle all the noises around me. The couples were too engrossed in themselves to notice me.

My birthday is the time to spend with my friends and Byakuya, yet I was stuck with a bunch of kids from school I didn't even talk to. I doubted most people even knew whose party this was. Ichigo had invited them to my house, so they showed up.

I quickly accounted for people I actually wanted to be with right now. Byakuya was in the hospital. Momo was off being a crazy, drunk party girl. Soi Fon- who I guess went wild tonight after our conversation in the kitchen- had her tongue down some senior's throat. Momo must have made her drink something to loosen up. And Ichigo. Where the hell was that boy?

Wandering into the kitchen, desperately in need of some water instead of the alcohol drowning my house, I walked right into a drunk Izuru making out with Rangiku. They were basically humping each other around my kitchen table. Well, I can't eat there again. Couldn't I have some private space, peace, or freedom from couples having sex with clothes on?

Another pressing problem: Who invited that slut into my house? All she was wearing was a black tube top her boobs were bouncing out of and a skirt that barely covered her butt. And Izuru seemed pretty excited about it. Oh God. I panicked. Was Orihime here too?

Refocus your energies. Maybe I could get some water from the bathroom?

Nope. Bathroom was occupied by another incredibly close couple. I only caught a glimpse of their faces, but they looked like red-headed Chizuru Honsho and Chad, Ichigo's Mexican friend.

Damn. She's getting it in. I didn't even know she liked guys.

I continued to tiredly look for a remaining quiet spot in my house- knowing the people at this party, even my bedroom was probably being used- until someone reached around a door and grabbed my waist.

I squirmed for a second before a big hand touched my shoulder and sent shocks through my body. A gravelly, sexy voice said, "Rukia, you're not having fun, are you?"

I whirled around to face Ichigo. "Well, of course I'm not! I have to watch my house's innocence be destroyed by a bunch of rowdy, overly horny teenagers! And where the hell have you been anyway? I hope you weren't drinking!"

He chuckled. "Well, I had a beer- but that was it. I know my limits. Anyway, before Izuru and Rangiku interrupted me in the kitchen, I had just finished with your birthday surprise. Do you want it?"

Please say it's cake. Please say it's cake. A cake baked by Ichigo would be pure heaven. I was busy imagining him being all domestic in my kitchen. "Yeah, I definitely want it."

"Well, I put it up in your room so it wouldn't get smashed by those 'rowdy, overly horny teenagers'. And I have another question."

"Fire away."

He nudged me with a sly smirk. "Are you including us in the rowdy, overly horny category?"

I shoved him around and continued walking towards my room.
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Apparently, my gift was hidden in my closet. Ichigo directed me inside, turned on the closet light, and waited for me to find it. From behind a stack of pants, I could smell frosting. Reaching around all the random crap in my closet (Ichigo had hidden my gift well) I pulled out a moist, gooey slice of chocolate cake! My eyes lit up with excitement and hunger.

Once I had pulled the cake into brighter light, it looked even better. Purple and blue frosting- my favorite colors- squeezed into flowers adorned the chocolate frosting layered around the cake. The smell was absolutely heavenly. I wondered if Ichigo had tried any of his creation yet.

He looked at me seriously. "Happy birthday, Rukia. I know you kinda hate your party, and usually I'm the life of parties like this, but I'm willing to skip the party and just hang out here. Now eat your cake and make a wish."

He had kindly provided me with a fork as well. Taking the first bite of gooey cake and frosting onto the fork, I sighed with happiness as the delicious taste tingled my senses. Ichigo leaned with his back against my bed and watched me calmly. Another bite...then another...and another...until there were only two bites of the slice left.

"Hey Ichigo, you should have one of the last bites. You made the cake after all."

"You sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. Eat it and I'll take the last bite. It's honestly one of the best things I've ever eaten."

"You never compliment my cooking!" His tongue swirled around the fork. "Wow, this isn't bad. I didn't know I could cook this well."

"I wish I had known about your baking talents earlier. You would have had to bake me a cake every year."

"That reminds me. What did you wish for?"

I blushed a little. My wish. Well, it did have to do with him. But he didn't have to know that.

I decided to tell him a little of the truth, but leave out the most important details. Like his name. "Well, let's see. My wish- I want to hook up with a guy who I know really well, but I don't think he likes me back. I've been friends with him for a really long time and-"

My voice was suddenly muffled by something warm, soft, and wet. This something was pressing down hard on my lips, and shifting around, creating friction. Ichigo's lips.

My eyes were still open. Once I had grasped enough of the situation through my dazed brain, I decided to close my eyes and just feel what was happening. His lips on mine felt so good. It was like something warm and sweet, like the cake, was seeping off his lips into my mouth. A hand reached out around my waist to pull me closer, onto Ichigo's lap.

I hesitatingly placed my arms around his neck, and my hands, gathering courage, tickled the bristles of hair on the back of his neck with my slim fingers. Moving my hands up a little higher, I pulled my fingers continuously through his silky hair that I knew glowed orange. It was so soft, and he purred a little as I massaged the top of his head and softly intertwined strands of his hair.

His other hand wound around my neck, gently pulling at the skin there. The massage, as his hand dipped down a little lower until it was under the hemline of my shirt, was teasing.

And suddenly, the kiss got rougher. I don't know how it happened. One minute we were content with just brushing our lips together sweetly, and the next Ichigo had bit down on my bottom lip to make me open my mouth. I obliged, my lips tingling, and as soon as his tongue touched mine, I felt complete. His mouth was warm and tasted like a lot like beer-he drank more than I thought- combined with cake and just his essence, and my tongue explored around every tooth and every muscle, lapping up every bit of him I could taste. Our breaths mingled together and mixed up our individual scents.

We both surged into the kiss, fully intent on bruising each other's lips. His tongue was wandering purposefully in my mouth, flicking itself against the back of my front teeth. Finally, his tongue grabbed onto mine and firmly held it as he licked it. I fought back and pulled my tongue out of his reach quickly before I moved my hands to rub his chest.

I was molded to his body, I had just noticed. I wasn't just in his lap anymore; I was curled and curved around every part of his body so tightly I didn't think anyone could fit a sheet of paper in between us. Vaguely, I wondered when I had become wrapped so tightly around him. Then I completely forgot my thoughts.

His hands were inching up my shirt. His careful fingertips swirled in patterns around my belly button as he dragged his nails lightly up my stomach with drawn-out motions. I gasped into Ichigo's mouth as one hand inched towards the bottom of my bra with one hand and traced the wire outline. The other hand was currently moving lower, two fingers daintily resting just inside the waistband of my shorts.

I didn't even know what I was feeling anymore. It was like pleasure and warmth and something else I didn't understand wrapped into a tiny ball, exploding in my chest. Little bubbles were fizzing up my body everywhere he touched me, like I was a shaken can of soda. Just by kissing him, I could admit to myself that my feelings for Ichigo ran deeper than I originally thought. God, I really wanted him.

He wasn't going any further with his hands. He was trying to keep me comfortable. Until I pushed him over so I was lying on top of him. I looped my legs around his waist and broke the kiss for a moment so I could grab some air. He panted for a minute, then seemed to realize the position we were in. He choked out, "Rukia, what are you-what am I-"

I kissed him again, with even more fervor than before. Even if I didn't want to sleep with him tonight, I wanted to kiss him as much as possible without him complaining. He didn't push me away. My tongue found his again, and we stayed in my room for the next hour, until we decided that the party was over. Though it may have just been the alcohol in Ichigo's system speaking, I was still content. I got to kiss the guy I liked. Even if he was intoxicated.

It was a pretty good seventeenth birthday present. And Orihime wasn't even there to ruin it.
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For those of you starved from IchiRuki interactions, I hope this tickled your fancy.

I don't know, but I felt kinda dirty writing this kissing scene. And it's not even a lemon! :D Well I hope you guys enjoyed it. It was, after all, fun to write, even if it does seem extreme. ICHIRUKI HOOKUP!

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