I DON'T OWN BLEACH
" A
man
snatches the first kiss, pleads for the second, demands the third,
takes the fourth, accepts the fifth - and endures all the rest." Helen
Rowland
Rukia spent most of the day avoiding any personal contact with Byakuya. She could still feel anger rise up inside her whenever his face flashes through her mind. However, the next class guaranteed she will be forced into talking to him. She gathers up her courage and walks into Life Skills to face the bane of her existence. There he sits, in a desk slightly too small for him with his legs crunched underneath drumming his fingers on the desktop; wearing the gray school uniform, resting his head on the palm of his hand, looking so good it's a crime.
"Hello, Rukia." Byakuya's blue eyes flash over her body.
"Hello..Byakuya."
"Are you still angry?"
"Of course I am!" She folds her hands in front of her trying not to look at how gorgeous his hair is.
"Good." Byakuya replies and Rukia can no longer avoid eye contact.
"Why is that good?" Rukia stomps her foot under her desk.
"You look adorable all pissed off." He answers leaning over and poking his finger at the corner of her frowned lips.
"Pfft."
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"Rukia, what is the purpose of this assignment?" Byakuya asks blinking several times at the small bundle in Rukia's arms. The bell sounds and every student exits leaving Byakuya at his desk next to Rukia.
"It's for child development, and a large portion of our grade." Rukia leans over the desk to whisper, "Personally, I think it's to discourage teenagers from having sex."
"Really?" Byakuya replies with an amusing look plastered across his face. "Are you discouraged Rukia?"
"Well,I'm not exactly a teenager" She giggles looking at Byakuya and her laugh dies away. "....why are you looking at me like that?" Rukia watches as his heart stopping smile spreads across his face.
"You look nice holding that." Byakuya bends over and looks down at the blue blanket covering the flour baby. "We are to care for this sack of flour like a real child?"
"Pretty much. We are partners, so we can take turns carrying it around during the three day weekend."
"And this discourages teenagers from having sex?" Byakuya picks up the small blue blanketed package eying it carefully.
"No, but it makes their parents feel like it does." Rukia slightly surprised by his interest, notices his facial expression change into a serious look. "You can take the first shift! Good luck papa Byakuya!"
"Hmm."
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Walking out to the pool area Rukia hears a commotion and a group of girls gathering in a corner. Making her way through the crowd she gasps seeing Byakuya sitting in a folding chair holding the flour baby. The girls around him are practically melting into the cement watching him hold the fake baby.
"What are you doing?" Rukia puts her hands on her hips then begins tapping her foot.
"Taking care of Kenshin." Byakuya replies cradling the baby in his arms.
"Kenshin?"
"Yes, the assignment states we are take care of it like it's a real baby. So I named him Kenshin." Byakuya looks up grinning slightly at the group of girls. The female students suddenly squeal with delight at Byakuya's fatherly instincts. The whistle blares making the girls move away leaving Rukia and Byakuya alone. Rukia looks at him carefully deciding what to make of this bizarre behavior. Choosing to call his bluff she motions for him to follow her to the seclusion of the locker room wall.
"I know what you are doing Byakuya." Rukia looks up at him and sends him a enticing glare.
"You do?" Byakuya watches as Rukia leans toward him, her round face smiling seductively. "What am I doing?"
"You are just trying to get out of swimming class!" She puts her hands on her hips and turns her face away from him.
"You have no idea the things going through my mind right now." Byakuya leans over her and flicks out his tongue to moisten his lower lip. Rukia blinks as the red blush spreads across her cheeks.
"W-What do you-"
"Rukia, my mind is filling with images of you arching under me and crying out my name." Byakuya whispers before walking back around to the folding chair. Unable to speak Rukia puts a hand over her heart and then one touches the wall next to her. Just for a moment she recalls the vision of him over her, his mouth on hers, from last night.
"Kami-sama," She whispers to herself, "He is winning the battle. Do I want him to win?"
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Stepping inside the Kurosaki's home, Byakuya could smell the sweet chocolaty fragrance of brownies baking. Looking over to the kitchen area his breath catches when he sees Rukia standing there with flour in her hair. She is stirring a bowl of brownie batter and humming along to a song playing from the radio sitting on the table. Byakuya watches her with a smirk on his face as she sets the bowl down and dips a finger in it to taste.
"Is it good?" He says startling her just as she was putting her finger to her lips. Grabbing her hand he puts the brownie batter coated finger in his mouth. Rukia's finger slides inside his warm mouth as his tongue lifts and licks at the tip. His eyes lock on hers as her finger pulls out of his mouth. Byakuya dips his finger tip in the batter and holds it up to Rukia.
"Lick it." He says in a firm tone and before Rukia could blink she had moved forward to take the long slender digit in her mouth. Pushing his fingertip past her lips Byakuya bit down on his lower lip and closes his eyes. The warm moist feeling of her tongue and mouth sucking on him is making a heat build in his chest. Slipping his finger out slowly he flashes his eyes open to look at her flushed face. There is it was, the look he was waiting for...desire. "I'm not going to kiss you, Rukia." He moves toward the table and pulls out a chair then sits in it.
"H-huh?"
"If you want to kiss me, then come over here." His hand gestures her toward him and pats his lap. Rukia looks at him in disbelief, that someone she has known for so long could be capable of seduction on this high of a level. Part of her mind is screaming at her to run away from this heavy feeling falling over her shoulders. Her body is quaking with anticipation that she can walk over to that chair and kiss him.
Byakuya knows what he is asking her is tricky. She could decide to bolt out the door and never close the gap between them. However, when his eyes glance up at her he sees the want, and need on her face. Even if she doesn't realize it yet, Byakuya knows she wants him. That desire alone is enough reason for him to push her into choosing him.
She approaches him and lowers herself down to sit on his lap. His smoky blue eyes are closer than ever before. She lifts her hands and touches them to his soft cheeks and feels him shake from the contact. Turning her head she parts her lips and kisses him softly, and quick. Rukia stands up to gets some distance between them when he wraps his fingers around her arm. Tugging her against him he lowers his mouth over hers and bends her back down against the table.
Byakuya's mouth travels down to her neck, finding the soft spot running his tongue over it. Feeling her arch then moving her head to give him room he nibbles on her earlobe. His right hand moves down to her shirt and pulls it out from her skirt. Slipping his hand under he touches the soft skin of her firm belly, then continues up near her right breast. Stopping just above her breast, he looks in her eyes as he runs the tip of his finger over her nipple. She shudders with a loud gasp and arches her hips in pleasure.
"Did you enjoy that Rukia?" He asks his voice low and heavy with passion. He flicks the now taut nipple and watches her incredible reaction. "I require an answer."
"Yes." She sighs the response as he wraps his soft warm hands around her breast. Rukia's heart is beating faster and the moment he touches her breast the fire in her belly moves down between her legs.
"I wonder if you taste as sweet as you sound?" His hands slowly unbutton her shirt, his eyes never looking away from her. Opening her shirt his eyebrows arch up slightly confirming what he already knew. "No bra today? My aren't you bold." He lowers his mouth over her breast to suck and flick his tongue over. Hearing her moan he rubs his teeth over the tight bud and moves his hand down to her skirt. Pushing his fingers below her waistband and under her soft panties he searches for the silky warm spot to slip his fingers into. Rukia's eyes grow wide and she sits up pulling away from him.
"What are we doing! We are going to get caught, the Kurosaki's...." Rukia looks around wondering where they are.
"They aren't here." Byakuya takes her by the ankle and scoots her back under him.
"W-What?"
"It's a holiday...They are all gone camping until Monday afternoon." Byakuya mumbles with his mouth over her breast.
"Oh, Kami-sama.....Why have you forsaken me?" Rukia says to herself just before his fingertip finds a very sensitive spot.
Author's notes; the update is late I'm sorry. My excuse is good though....ok it's not but to make up for it I am giving you a preview of the smut filled chapter to come! Again thank you my lovely reviewers!
