Chapter Seven
Rukia and Ichigo sat together in the training grounds under Sokyoku Hill, holding hands and simply staring at each other. Neither really knew quite what to say, so they opted to say nothing. Of course, nothing needed to be said. Between dark brown eyes and bright, clear blue ones, no mere words would suffice to convey the message that was passed between them by their gaze alone. Finally, Ichigo attempted to say something, coughing uncomfortably. He had never been very good with women, so he was surprised when Rukia told him that she loved him. After all, she was royalty, and he was hardly even a proper Shinigami. He knew next to nothing of their customs and their ways, and his Kidô was atrocious for a captain level Shinigami. Even though Ichigo had far surpassed almost every captain in the Thirteen Court Guard Squads, he knew that he was a total dunce when it came to Kidô. That was why he had wanted to ask Hinamori to help him learn it, as she was a master of it. He had a feeling that she would refuse, but he had to at least try to connect with her, and who better to teach Ichigo Kidô than a master of spells.
Ichigo had heard recently, though, that Hinamori had been killed when she went to Hueco Mundo against orders to kill Gin. Word had it that Hitsugaya was still pretty shaken up about it, and that he was currently on leave until he could regain his senses. The Commander-General had reasoned that if left to his own devices, he might hurt himself or someone else. So, they effectively arrested him and put him in the Shinigami Institute for Mental Rehabilitation. Ichigo had never been there, but he had heard from others that their staff employed cutting edge technology and psychological principles in order to bring their patients back to health. Ichigo had also heard (not from Rangiku, surprisingly) that Gin sent Hinamori's beaten and bloody body to Toshiro in a package as a "birthday present". That sounded like something Gin would do as a joke.
"Rukia?" Ichigo asked nervously, taking both of her hands in both of his. Rukia looked up at him, her beautiful piercing blue eyes shooting chills up and down his spine every time she so much as glanced at him. She still rarely smiled, but when he did get to see a real smile from her, it was like a million lights lit up the sky around her, causing her entire being to glow with a radiance that he could never hope to understand even if he lived for 1,000 years. God willing he lived that long, maybe someday he would be able to give back even a fraction of what Rukia had given to him. He had never loved anyone more in his entire life, and he didn't think that he ever would. It was amazing to him that he even could feel like this. The feelings that he was experiencing were all relatively new and incomprehensible to him. It was like he just didn't understand why he was feeling how he was, or what he was supposed to do with his feelings. Maybe he was just an idiot. After a long moment of silence that seemed to stretch on forever, Rukia replied to Ichigo.
"Yes, Ichigo?" she asked, her eyes wide. Yes, she was nervous, but somehow she knew that fate had drawn them together, and that she wasn't supposed to fight it. Even if she had a choice, she wouldn't fight it. She had never been happier in her entire life. Up until the time that she met Ichigo, her life had been rather monotonous and lonely. She had been adopted into the Kuchiki clan by Byakuya Kuchiki, and after that, he pretty much left her to her own devices. He had explained why he never acted like he cared about her, but she wasn't sure if she understood what he had said. If she ever got the time again, she would ask him to explain it so that she could understand. But for the moment, she was just happy to be with Ichigo.
"Sometimes, I get the feeling that this is all just a dream. That soon, I'm going to wake up, and I'll be nothing more or less than a weakling human again. That you'll be gone, and I'll be alone. In a way, I want to know if this is a dream so that I can wake up before I get too attached to the dream to ever wake up again… And in a way, I wouldn't mind sleeping away the rest of my life if it could mean being with you. D-do you think that this is just a dream… or an illusion?" Ichigo asked.
Rukia looked at him. She rarely saw this softer, gentler, and even slightly insecure side of him, but when she did see it, it reminded her just why she loved him so much. She loved everything about him, but especially because underneath his hard exterior, he was just another person longing to be loved. They were more similar than she ever could have imagined.
"Well, Ichigo… If this is a dream, then I'm having the same dream as you. But if I can't convince you any other way that this is real, please stand up for a moment…" Rukia said. Ichigo was almost suspicious, but when he saw the smile on her face, he knew that he couldn't refuse, even if he had wanted to. So, he stood up, his hands still holding hers. She pulled her hands out of his and stepped back, doing a sidekick to his face and then hooking it around and bringing the heel of her foot down on the back of his head. Ichigo crashed to the ground, groaning in discomfort. That had really hurt. What was Rukia trying to prove? That she could still kick his ass when she wanted to? She didn't have to prove that. Ichigo wasn't sure that he would fight back even if she did attack him.
After a moment, though, she crouched down and helped him sit up, using Kidô to heal his wounds. Then she sighed.
"If that hurt, then this isn't a dream…" she said gently, holding him close to her and smiling, closing her eyes. It felt good to be close to him. After a moment, though, Ichigo left the embrace and looked at her, blushing slightly.
"I've kind of… wanted to do this for a long time, Rukia…" he said, gulping and then drawing nearer to her, taking her in a strong embrace with one arm and cupping her soft, smooth cheek gently in the other. He then drew their lips toward each other and kissed her. After a moment, he realized what he had done and he fell back, sputtering nervously. Rukia didn't look angry, but he imagined that anger would come after the shock subsided.
"I-I'm sorry! I d-don't know what came over me!!" Ichigo said, bowing in apology. Rukia looked at him, fixing him with a serious stare, leading him to believe that she really was angry, but then she burst into laughter. Her laughter was just as beautiful as her smile. Her voice produced melodic peals of laughter, like a wind chime in a gentle breeze. As she continued, it felt like her peals of laughter brought out with them a magic that couldn't be matched even by the strongest of Kido, and Ichigo felt himself completely and utterly falling under her spell. If she was controlling him, now, though, he didn't want to resist. He wanted to be filled with that lyrical beauty forever.
"I'm sorry, Ichigo… I'm not laughing at you. The look on your face was hilarious, but, it's just that I've been wondering all evening when you were finally going to get up the courage to kiss me," she laughed, calming down slightly and then smiling, and taking his hands in hers, holding them up so that they were right under their chins.
"You don't need to be embarrassed. You don't need to be sorry. If you want to kiss me, just do it. Don't you think I would have stopped you if I hadn't wanted you to kiss me?"
"I-I guess so…" Ichigo said, leaning in again. This time, he wasn't embarrassed. He just wanted to feel her lips on his again. It felt amazing to be with Rukia like this… It was like worldly concerns were as nothing next to their love. Maybe it was dangerous to be this completely in love, but again, he just didn't care anymore. Their lips touched once more, and again, Ichigo felt an explosion of emotion, like being able to see for the first time after a lifetime of being blind.
After a long moment that Ichigo wished this time would last forever, they broke away from the kiss and looked lovingly into each other's eyes. This time, Ichigo really noticed all of the shimmering colors that went into producing the crystal clear blue that was Rukia's eyes. There was an infinite variety of soft purples, blues, and mixtures of the two that seemed to blend together seamlessly in her irises, reflecting Ichigo's own visage perfectly. Ichigo always felt like Rukia could see right through him. He couldn't lie to her, and even if he could, she would catch him in it, and stop him. She was all powerful. It made him feel incredibly vulnerable, but at the same time, completely safe in the knowledge that she would never hurt him.
After a moment, they kissed again. This time, Ichigo prodded at Rukia's soft pink lips for entrance, which she gladly granted. Behind them, the sun had almost fully set, and there was only a glimmer of it left in the sky. Stars dotted the skyline and between sweet kisses, Ichigo could make out the various constellations. In the city, he had never been able to see the stars, so that was one thing that he did like about the Soul Society. Of course, this was a projected landscape and everything, but still, it was amazing that Kisuke and Yoruichi had made this all by themselves. Ichigo and Rukia were completely alone, and they had the privacy to talk about whatever they wanted with nobody to interrupt them. After all, nobody knew that they were there, and as long as nobody went searching for their spiritual pressure, they would remain alone.
Ichigo's tongue danced around in Rukia's mouth, slowly at first, but then faster and faster, becoming more manic and unpredictable as he explored every inch of the cavern that was Rukia's mouth. After a moment of this, Rukia put her tongue in Ichigo's mouth as well. Though Rukia was more submissive, the two tongues danced for a while, twisting together and tying themselves around the other. Soon, though, the two stopped, and Ichigo began to place gentle butterfly kisses down Rukia's cheek, jaw and her neck, all the way onto her shoulder, baring her slender and creamy shoulder by slipping her gi slowly off of her. Rukia sighed contentedly as Ichigo continued on her. She continued to hold him fast, not wanting to let go for fear that it would all disappear. They had been going out for six months, and they had been the happiest days of her life. Ichigo untied the belt around her waist and watched as it slipped off, and Rukia slowly slipped off his captain's haori, putting a hand gently on his chest and stroking it, feeling his smooth, but strongly muscled chest. Ichigo had found a perfect way to keep himself in peak physical condition without looking like a dorky bodybuilder like Kenpachi did. He looked just like he did the day they first met… extremely thin, and attractive, despite the scowl that he normally wore.
Nimbly untying his belt, and allowing it to fall to the ground, she bared his chest and began stroking it, causing Ichigo to gasp with the unexpected pleasure of it. She pulled his gi off of him and began to touch him all over. Her soft and supple hands were warm to the touch, and they felt amazing, like they were trailing paths of hot reishi all over his body. After a moment of this, gasping and moaning all the way, he pulled off her gi. Rukia blushed and started to cover herself, but stopped after a second. She had always been slightly sensitive about her small breasts. She always felt like maybe they made her less of a woman than someone like Orihime or Rangiku. She had always been slightly jealous of Orihime, and had always wanted to have large breasts like she had. Eventually, though, she had come to accept that she was never going to grow a figure like Orihime's. That didn't mean that she didn't still feel sensitive about it.
Blushing heavily, she looked at Ichigo. As if reading her mind, he smiled at her and spoke.
"Rukia, I don't think any less of you because you have small breasts. They're cute," he said, reaching down and beginning to suck on her right breast, causing the nipple to harden in his mouth. He then flicked his tongue over it, causing her to gasp with the sudden burst of pleasure that she felt. He continued to lick one of her nipples, while he gently kneaded the other breast, and then switched. Groaning in ecstasy, Rukia arched her back into Ichigo's ministrations, loving the feeling of being completely in his control. After a moment, Ichigo reached down and touched her between the legs, causing her to yelp and release a blast of reiatsu before she could stop herself. This was her first time, so she wasn't used to controlling herself like this. Ichigo sat up and looked at her apologetically.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to upset you…" he said quietly, pulling away from her. Rukia immediately pulled him closer, though, and kissed him again.
"I wasn't upset. Just shocked. I-I'm still a virgin, so I don't really know what I'm doing. H-have you ever had sex before?" she asked shyly, blushing. Was it… jealousy that Ichigo was sensing in her?
"Never. I picked up a few things from being forced to watch porn and read hentai at Keigo's apartment, though…" Ichigo said, groaning. Rukia giggled seductively, and licked the seat of Ichigo's pants, exciting his already hardened cock even more. Ichigo screwed his eyes shut, trying not to let himself cum just from that. That would be embarrassing.
"P-please continue, Ichigo… I-it felt… good." Rukia said in almost a whisper, blushing heavily as she did. Ichigo smiled and continued to touch her between her legs, fondling her clit and her pussy and gently prodding her already wet pussy with his middle finger and forefinger, causing Rukia to pant heavily, hardly able to contain the pleasure until she finally begged him to pull her pants down, and take her panties off before she exploded and dirtied them. Ichigo happily obliged and took off her hakama and panties in one pull, looking at her soaking wet pussy. Rukia was sweating hard, now, panting heavily, softly begging for Ichigo to continue. So, Ichigo spread her legs and put his face in between them and began to lick, slowly at first, prodding inside her pussy slightly and licking her clit with his tongue, causing her to yelp and squeal with unrestrained ecstasy. As she finally came, she cried out Ichigo's name, exploding in his mouth. Ichigo immediately licked up her juices and then pulled down his own pants to reveal a huge, and throbbing cock. Rukia gasped, but before he could penetrate her, she took it in her mouth and began to lick all along it, flicking the head with her tongue, watching with satisfaction as Ichigo squirmed. She guessed that she was doing alright if she could get that reaction out of him. After a while, he came into her mouth, projecting his sperm into every corner of her oral cavity and some even started to go down her throat. Rukia pulled away, coughing at first, but then regaining her composure and swallowing all of it. She was so wet down there, and the ache was so great. She wanted so badly for him to be inside her that she could barely stand it. She looked at him longingly and said, "please, fuck me now, Ichigo!" in her breathiest and sexiest voice she could muster. Ichigo was already hard again, but before he started, he asked, "are you sure that you want to do this? We can stop now if you want."
Rukia looked at him with a loving smile and shook her head. She had never wanted anything more badly. "No. I want you inside me so badly right now. I can hardly stand it." After a moment, Ichigo slowly pushed into her, causing her a flash of pain at first. As he entered her pussy and broke past her barrier, she cried out in agony, tears filling her eyes. After a moment, he buried himself in her to the hilt, and looked at her.
"Are you alright?" he asked. She nodded, and he bent over, kissing away her tears and then locking lips with her as he began to move in and out. Ichigo's lips now tasted salty from her tears, and she could feel the pleasure building inside her where the pain had been only moments before. It was almost a crazed feeling that was welling up inside her as she began to meet Ichigo's thrusts with thrusts of her own. She began screaming out Ichigo's name, digging her nails into his back, begging him to fuck her harder, to move faster, and Ichigo obliged her requests, speeding up and going harder, so hard that he could almost hear their bodies coming together and pulling apart. He began to yell out in ecstasy as well, groaning as he felt himself getting closer and closer to climax. Finally, her walls tightened on his cock, and she released, causing him to cum as well. They both screamed out each other's names as they had their respective orgasms, and when they were finished the first time, they went at it again. This time, Rukia knelt and Ichigo entered her pussy from behind her. Ichigo couldn't believe how amazing this felt. It was like they were the only two people in the entire universe and this was all that mattered. As he began to thrust harder, panting as he did, he held tight to her hips, pushing and pulling her body with his.
Rukia was also having trouble comprehending this. Her knees and elbows felt weak, like she was going to collapse from the waves of pleasure that coursed through her entire body. As she released again, she cried out to the sky, howling Ichigo's name into the heavens, and Ichigo did the same. After that, she put her hands up against the rock that they were leaning up against and Ichigo entered her again. Both Ichigo and Rukia felt like they could go all night if they wanted to. Neither knew when they were going to want to stop. Only that the ecstasy that coursed through their veins was greater and more powerful than any drug could ever be. Ichigo thrust a few more times and then came inside Rukia again, screaming out like a wild animal as he came. At the same time, Rukia came as well. Their juices mixed together, seeping out of Rukia's pussy and dripping onto the ground.
"Do you want more, Ichigo?" Rukia asked with a smirk. Though Ichigo was sweating heavily, he nodded breathlessly. Rukia then smirked even wider and said, "Why don't you try my ass. I-I want you inside my ass, Ichigo."
Ichigo grinned and then held Rukia's hips as she braced herself against the rock. Ichigo immediately entered her asshole and buried himself all the way in. Waiting almost no time, he began to thrust. Rukia groaned in pleasure, positively drooling now, hardly able to control herself as Ichigo fucked her harder and harder, and he began to hit deeper and deeper. After a few thrusts, he began hitting her rectum, causing her to shriek and white stars to burst before her eyes. Ichigo continued, though, and with every thrust, her pleasure increased tenfold. This was like nothing that she had ever experienced before, and soon, she came, and her juices dripped all over the ground and down her leg.
"Are you ready to stop, Rukia?" Ichigo asked, willing to stop if she wanted him to. He could probably have gone on for hours, but he wasn't sure how long she wanted to go.
"Only… only if you are… Ichigo. Th-this is both our first times. I want to pleasure you completely." She said breathlessly, leaning against Ichigo for support.
"Are you sure? You look tired."
"Positive. P-please continue… if you wish…" Rukia said genuinely. Ichigo knew that she meant it, so, he pushed into her again and began thrusting. This time, it didn't hurt at all when he pushed in, and a wave of pleasure immediately washed over Rukia, numbing all her other senses as he fucked her again and again. Finally, after he came for the fifth time after their "talk", he pulled out and leaned against the rock, completely spent. Rukia smiled at Ichigo. She had been spent three or four times ago, but she didn't want to stop him in the middle of things, and he had pleasured her in ways that she could never have imagined. She also tried to imagine what Byakuya would say if he ever found out. Of course, both of them knew that he never could. Rukia had known that their date that night might lead to sex, so she had taken some contraceptives preemptively so that she wouldn't get pregnant, which would certainly be bad. After a moment, the two collapsed on the ground, and fell asleep in each other's arms, ignoring the fact that they were in Urahara's training ground. The next morning, they cleaned up, got dressed, and went back about their business as if nothing had happened. Ichigo and Rukia both knew, though, that they were more in love than ever, and that there was no going back for them, now. They had only forward to look.