Hey guys! I love all the compliments you give me! If you like my writings so much, try reading some of my other fanfictions. I wrote one for Naruto, and another for Samurai Champloo. Well, read and enjoy!

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When Ichigo awoke, he saw Rukia sitting on the edge of the bed, her face slightly troubled. He mumbled out her name, and she turned to him. "What's wrong?" he yawned.

"Ichigo, don't you think it's weird that we're both getting these nightmares?" she asked, frowning.

He shrugged. "Everyone gets them, Rukia. There's nothing weird about it." He yawned again and sat up, scratching his head and trying to blink the sleep from his eyes.

"I guess, but…" she sighed and shook her head. "Never mind. Is your dad still away?" she asked.

"Yeah, he shouldn't be home until tomorrow." Ichigo rolled out of bed and shuffled out of the room. He entered the kitchen and poured some cereal in a bowl. It crunched loudly as he ate, so he didn't hear Rukia come up behind him.

"Hey, Ichigo?"

"Mph?" he set down his bowl and turned around while Rukia said, "I hope you don't mind, but don't you think that it would be better if I…"

Ichigo didn't register the rest of her words, he was too busy staring. Rukia was standing in front of him, dressed in his favorite black button-up. It was much too big for her, it was slipping slightly down her shoulder and her hands had completely vanished. Under it, barely visible because of the length, was a pair of Ichigo's boxers hanging precariously on her slim hips.

He gulped. This was his favorite fantasy, and Rukia was just standing there, completely oblivious.

She kept talking, and Ichigo blinked, his eyes jerking up away from her body. His eyes moved to her lips, as they always did when someone was talking. He saw her tiny hand reach up and push some of her hair behind her ear. He forgot the rules he had made.

Ichigo really didn't know what he did, but suddenly he was standing, one arm pulling Rukia to him, the other bracing himself on the wall, his mouth assaulting her own. Rukia gasped in shock, and he took advantage of it, letting his tongue dart in and roam her mouth.

Rukia jerked back, but Ichigo only gently pressed her to the wall, his hand threading through her hair, oblivious to her stiffness of her body and her feeble protests. He wasn't really aware what he was doing, but he didn't need to and just acted as his body told him, so he kissed her senseless until all his frustrations were out. And of course, Ichigo had plenty to be frustrated about.

Finally, Ichigo realized what he was doing and broke away, breathing heavy. Rukia was staring at him with those big eyes, full of shock, confusion, and a bit of a dazed look.

"Ichi...go…?"

He quickly took a step back, removing his hand from her hair. He looked ashamed and guilty. "Rukia, I'm sorry."

"…Ichigo." She looked down and leaned against the wall, running two fingers over her swollen lips.

"I shouldn't have taken advantage of you like that," he said quickly, backing up.

"Ichigo," Rukia repeated, a little more firmly.

"Rukia, really, I didn't mean, I shouldn't have, this—"

"Ichigo, calm down," she said, looking at him. She still looked a little shocked and confused, but the eyes that were on him were firm.

"But—"

"Its okay, Ichigo."

Ichigo stopped and stared at her. "What?" he asked stupidly.

"It's alright." Her face was slightly red. "Ichigo…you're a good friend, and you've been good to me. I didn't mind."

"Oh, sure, like you wouldn't mind if I pinned you to the wall without any warning and just started making out with you again," Ichigo snapped, caught off guard by her words and ashamed of himself.

He didn't miss the embarrassed blush on her cheeks as her eyes dropped his.

He gaped at her. "Rukia, you couldn't possibly…"

She looked at him, but her cheeks were still pink. "What?"

A smirk came to his lips. "You liked that, didn't you?" he accused, now realizing that she really didn't mind that he had kissed her, and was now pretty pleased with himself.

"I wouldn't say 'liked'…" Rukia said hurriedly. Ichigo smiled again. He had never seen Rukia flustered or embarrassed to this extent.

"Oh really?" he questioned, taking a few steps forward. "Then…why can't you stop staring at my lips?"

Rukia blinked, then quickly looked at his eyes. "I was not!"

"Rukia, don't lie."

Her jaw tightened, irritated with herself. She wasn't used to being teased, least of all by Ichigo. "Why would I lie about something like that?"

"Because you're embarrassed and don't want to admit that you're attracted to me," Ichigo prodded.

Rukia looked away. She had noticed how close he had gotten again. Sure, she knew he was slightly attractive, but she had never been attracted to him. The only feelings that she had for him was a complicated friendship and partnership, nothing more. But, she thought as she saw Ichigo lean down, she could make some if it was for Ichigo. She mused as his lips gently met hers, reveling at how such a good kisser he was.

Yeah. She could already feel something timidly blooming in her chest. It was small, but it was there, and it was all for Ichigo.

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Don't worry, that isn't the end. Hm…I'm not sure about this chapter, I don't think I'm good at love scenes, but whatever. Thanks again for reading!!