Breathe Your Life Into Me
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Chapter nine
Warning slight M or total M (Don't know, you choose).
Ichigo's kisses left hot trails on Rukia's neck as she couldn't stop herself from letting out a moan of pleasure. She knew that she would regret doing that later because he's a human and she's a shinigami, they may suffer the consequences of what they were doing if they were found out but for now, she pushed those thoughts into the furthest angle of her mind.
His kisses were like a drug to her as she couldn't think clearly anymore. It seemed that with each kiss he would plant on her, she would feel ecstatic. They finally reached her jaw line. Ichigo licked her creamy skin and felt the raven-haired woman shiver beneath his kisses.
Ichigo suddenly felt the need to tease her and make her squirm underneath him. He slowly licked her till he reached her earlobe, he bit it softly making Rukia yelp in surprise.
"You id---iot...," the Kuchiki princess scolded her orange-haired lover but her voice faded when he started sucking at her earlobe. She sighed contently and closed her eyes, relaxing under his touch.
Ichigo smirked when he heard her sighing so he decided to give some of his attention to the thing that turned him on; her lips. Her delicate pink lips. The moment Ichigo's mouth left Rukia's ear, she felt the lack of warmth almost instantly and wished for it to return.
But she knew better than to voice out her protests as she realized that his experienced mouth found a new place to toy with. His lips crashed into hers, locked in a passionate kiss. He pushed against her making her stumble deep into the bed and she also pushed against him.
Biting her lips, he gained access to her mouth as he slipped his tongue into it. Ichigo's tongue caressed Rukia's, his hand slowly sneaked up to touch her hair. He ran his hand through her silky raven hair, memorizing the nice feeling of her hair between his fingers.
They both broke apart to give themselves some air. Rukia seemed dazed by the passionate kiss; she felt Ichigo's hot breath tickling her neck, his lips planting wet kisses until they reached the collar of her shinigami black robs.
The moment Ichigo's hands starting hovering over the black fabric that separated him from the creamy white skin of the Kuchiki princess, he heard her rigid breaths. A ghost of a smirk covered his thirsty lips as he started unveiling her pretty skin slowly.
As the black shinigami fabric slipped down her body, a white article that covered her breasts appeared. Taking his time while listening to the melody that Rukia's breaths made, he finally exposed her breasts to the cool air.
Rukia yelped when she felt his mouth nibbling one of her breasts as his other hand drew circles around the other one. Her breasts hardened in response, she couldn't stop herself from letting out a moan of pleasure.
As if he was responding to her moans, he cupped both of her breasts in his hands and crushed his lips on hers. Letting out all of the emotions in that kiss, making her understand how much he actually loved her.
After releasing her lips from his crushing kiss, he looked at her eyes and admired their beauty. He was mesmerized by how vivid and shiny they seemed to be. He couldn't believe that not even once did he stop to look at her violet orbs.
His vision blurred a little so he shook his head to try and clear out his hazy vision but to no avail. He felt dizziness creep into his consciousness as darkness started taking over his world.
Rukia stared at her orange-haired lover, confusion written all over her pretty face. One minute he was kissing her, the next he was staring at her eyes then suddenly he collapsed on top of her. The second she heard him snoring a little, she felt anger boiling in her.
Oh, how much did she want to beat the living day light out of him right now. He was sleeping....in the middle of something they both wanted so much for such a long time. But there he was sleeping on top of her.
She sighed loudly as she started moving him away non-too-gently to let him fall on the bed. Thinking about it, she knew that he would sooner or later pass out; after all, he did drink a huge amount of sake so he was bound to collapse.
Pulling her shinigami robes to cover her chest and making sure that her clothes were decently arranged, she slowly started making her way out of his room. She didn't want to cause any noise -not that it actually mattered- as she left.
Taking one last glance back at the orange-haired moron, she couldn't help but let a small smile play on her lips before leaving. He probably wouldn't remember their little night together anyway when he woke up tomorrow.
A growl broke loose in one of the sixth division's rooms followed by a hiss of pain. Ichigo cursed rather loudly as he fell onto the floor painfully. He held his head trying to ease the throbbing pain that started the minute he so much as tried to open his eyes.
That asshole....
The orange-haired shinigami winced as he tried to get up. His head felt like it was going to explode and his eyes wouldn't listen to him and open up. Everything around him was a mess, he realized. A sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach reminded him of the after-effects of drinking.
It was hard to walk in a straight line or to keep standing on his feet. They felt like jelly underneath him and he didn't have the time to figure out how to reach his desired destination because of the feeling in his stomach.
One minute he was standing, the next he found himself bending down on all of his four as he emptied the contents of his stomach. He took a few panted breaths before resuming the process of cleaning his stomach from the intoxicated drink he had last night.
After making sure that his stomach was empty, he started to get up from his position. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand while surveying the damage. He would have to clean all of that before he decided to go out.
Ichigo made a mental note to torture a certain person for what he'd done. He trudged towards the bathroom where he decided to take a bath first to refresh himself.
The pain in his head was unbearable and he wished that Rukia had given him something to ease the pain a little when she carried him back there.
Rukia...
Ichigo's eyes snapped open as a memory flashed in his eyes. He felt his blood running cold. He quickly finished his bath and put on his shinigami robes before he cleaned the mess he caused. Out of hurry, he forgot to take Zangetsu with him and left it in his room, leaning against the wall next to his bed.
Cold sweat trailed down his cheeks as his eyes darted from one corner to another as he searched around for the raven-haired woman. Every time he would think about what he had done last night, his heart would beat faster and his cheeks would turn a bright shade of red.
"Oi Ichigo! Are you feeling okay?" The voice of the shinigami whom the orange-haired man wanted to kill asked.
"Renji..." Ichigo turned his face to look at him with eyes of pure anger.
"Relax, will you." The red-haired man raised his hands defensively in front of his face, feeling the anger radiating from the substitute shinigami.
"Relax!? How can I relax when you had me drunk last night?!" The young Kurosaki raged, holding the man before him by the collar of his black robes.
"Take it easy, you looked stressed by something and I only wanted to help you relax for a bit," Renji told him lightly with a shrug.
Ichigo growled as he roughly let him go. "Where's Rukia?" He demanded.
"You'll find her in her division if not in the Kuchiki mansion. Why? Did anything happen between you two?" The tattooed shinigami questioned while narrowing his eyes.
"N-no. Why would you think that?" Ichigo felt his face heat up again and quickly turned his back towards the sixth division's Fuku-Taichou.
"I thought you two fought again," Renji assumed casually before leaving the orange-haired man alone, "I'll catch you later!" He waved his hand from over his shoulder.
Heaving a deep sigh of relief, Ichigo resumed his search for Rukia but that time he didn't wander around aimlessly in Soul Society, he had a destination in my mind. First stop: Rukia's division. He shunpo-ed towards the 13th division and the minute he arrived there, he was greeted by the two bickering shinigami.
"Ichigo-san! How are you?" Kiyone saluted.
"Uh...fine," Ichigo answered with uncertainty lacing his voice.
"Hey! I saw him first you flat-chested girl!" A bearded man yelled loudly, making Ichigo's head throb painfully. He still suffered from his hangover, it felt quite bad actually and he blamed it all on Renji.
"Who are you calling flat-chested, you bearded buffoon!" Kiyone retorted back sharply.
"Why you little....." A vein could be seen on Sentarou's forehead.
After that, Ichigo lost count of how many insults were exchanged between the two. He decided to silently slip into Ukitake's office and ask if Rukia was there or not. At least the older man wouldn't be as annoying and obnoxious as his underlings.
He knocked on the door and waited for the white-haired man to reply.
"Come in," the gentle voice of the 13th division's Taichou answered and that was Ichigo's cue to open the door and to slip away from the bickering shinigami.
"Ah, Ichigo-kun, how may I help you?" Ukitake smiled sincerely at the nervous man before him.
"Uh, have you seen Rukia?" Ichigo mumbled while looking at anything other than the smiling man before him.
"Why? Is there something that you want to tell her?" Ukitake blinked innocently at the orange-haired strawberry as he slowly sipped his green tea.
"Uh...n-no, not really." Ichigo shifted uncomfortably under the gaze of Rukia's captain. Why would everyone think that there was something going on between them? Or to be more precise, how did they know that there's actually something going on between them? Was it that evident?
Ukitake felt his discomfort so he decided to spare him the embarrassment and answer him without any further ado. "I'm afraid not," he said with an apologetic tone.
"I see, well...thank you for your time, Ukitake-san." Ichigo waved slightly before making his way out. Rukia was not in her division so next stop: the Kuchiki mansion. Oh, how much he hated going into that place. It smelled like its up-tight owner.
He couldn't imagine how Rukia was actually able to bear living in the same house as that Kuchiki bastard. How she could bear staying around him was something beyond Ichigo's thinking.
He shunpo-ed towards the designed place. He didn't bother to knock at all and simply shunpo-ed to stand in front of the lake that was located in the middle of the mansion's garden. His eyes fell on Rukia's still form. She was still sleeping and he wondered how she could be sleeping that late in the morning.
He neared her still form and peered at her while trying to make as little noise as possible. She looked peaceful and vulnerable. Her raven hair laid sprawled around her pale face, framing it. Her mouth was slightly parted and he couldn't seem to be able to move his eyes from her full pink lips.
He unconsciously licked his lips as naughty thoughts of her played in his mind. Ichigo was lost in his own world and didn't notice the strange look Rukia was giving him.
"What are you doing here?" The raven-haired woman hissed. She woke up to find him staring at her, how he entered into the mansion was a mystery to her.
Her voice didn't seem to wake the orange-haired man from his thoughts as he neared her slowly with a steady pace. His eyes looked dazed and he gave her a look that both scared and excited her. He stepped closer to her and sat next to her, close to her just like last night.
However that time, he was not drunk.
Ichigo was lost in her eyes; he couldn't for the life of him tear his eyes away from her vivid violet pools. At first, they shone with anger but then it turned into excitement and something akin to fear but he still brushed it off as the hangover playing tricks on him.
He stepped so close to her that his face was barely inches away from her. He could feel her hot breath on his face, sending chills up to his spine. His hazel eyes trailed down to her lips. "You're brother is not here," his whisper made it sound like a fact and all Rukia was able to do was nod slowly.
He pressed his lips against her own pink ones gently, kissing her fully. Surprise, was the word that described how Rukia actually felt at that moment. For the life of her, she couldn't quite grasp the fact that Ichigo was kissing her and he's sober.
She didn't know how to respond to that sudden course of action and felt the orange-haired man hesitate. Just as he was about to pull back, she cupped his cheeks and kissed him more passionately, letting him know that she wanted that as much as he did.
He smiled against her lips and returned her kiss hungrily. Pushing her back onto the mattress that she was sleeping on earlier, he hovered over her small frame.
For the first time, Rukia felt timid as she noticed how his strong body towered over hers and blocked the sun from her view. She took a few ragged breaths as she waited for him to make the first move.
Ichigo braced himself on his elbows and neared her face to plant a gentle kiss on the corner of her mouth, which was followed with more kisses alongside her jaw line. The raven-haired woman showed her pleasure as she allowed low moans to escape her mouth.
Ichigo immediately returned his attention to her rosy lips as he let his tongue invade her mouth and engage himself in a battle over dominance.
His hands started exploring different parts of her body; with each stroke he left a tingling sensation to run up Rukia's spine and cause her to moan in content. One of his hands busied itself in teasing Rukia's breasts, making her yelp every once and while. As the other one discovered its way towards the lower portion of her body.
Finally reaching its desired destination, Ichigo's squeezed her butt as if to test how her reaction would be, and he wasn't disappointed in the least. She glared at him for his sudden move but then melted into the feeling of his hands roaming her body, exploring it and giving her enjoyable feelings.
The hand on her breast started lowering to caress her white tight stomach. Tickling her a bit and making her giggle a little. Then it started lowering dangerously to touch her hips and draw small teasing circles.
Ichigo kissed her again as if to occupy her as one if his hands held her hip in place, when his other hand went up from her thighs to the most private place in her body. He noticed her flinching in surprise before she used her hand to guide his fingers up.
He entered two digits at first hesitantly, waiting for her permission. When he saw her show no signs of resisting, he thrust them into her, which earned him a satisfied moan. She arched her head back as waves of the intoxicant pleasure passed her. He grunted in response as he pulled his fingers back and licked the moisture. He smirked at her. "You even taste good," he remarked.
She blushed a dark shade of red and slapped the back of his head. He furrowed his eyebrows at her and a vein started showing on his forehead. "Why did you do that for, midget?!" He growled.
"You deserved that," she retorted haughtily.
"What did I do?" he demanded.
"That's for sleeping on me last night," she smirked at him and cupped his face with her soft pale hands, giving him a gentle kiss.
He blinked back at her then grinned slyly at her. "Is that so?" He whispered huskily. His eyes shining with what Rukia could only identify as lust, as he slowly took off his haori and pinned her under him.
Rukia shot him an equally needy look and allowed him to do all the work. She would sit back and enjoy herself but first. "Wait! Not here, let's go to my room," she urged him before he did something that would make her go high wire.
"Sure." He spooned her in his large strong arms and made sure to take whatever pieces of clothes she and he were not wearing. Of course, he didn't mind the fact that she's half naked in his arms but obviously she did. As she explained to him that if her clothes were to be found like that, suspicion would rise and that would cause a serious problem.
After a series of wrong turns because -as Rukia liked to describe- Ichigo wouldn't let her concentrate on finding her room and would keep on distracting her with his passion-filled kisses. Finally arriving at the right door, the orange-haired man slammed it open almost crushing it which earned him a glare from the woman in his arms.
He closed the door with the heel of his foot after entering and quickly locating the comfy mattress of the Kuchiki princess. He gently placed her on top of the white cottony mattress and leaned in to take another kiss. That one was slower and gentler unlike the filled-with-passion kisses or the hasty ones.
It was a toe curling kiss as she would love to describe it. She felt all the emotions in that one kiss. And she had to say that something about it didn't feel right. Something that resembled guilt and worry felt fresh in that one kiss.
She frowned a little as she focused more on deciphering the meanings behind that kiss. He was like asking for her forgiveness but for the life of her she couldn't think of something wrong he did that hurt her. She noticed Ichigo pulling a little to allow their poor deprived lungs some air. His forehead touched hers as their panted breaths were mingled together.
"What's wrong, Ichigo?" She implored as her soft small hands cupped his face. He tried to avoid looking at her concerned pools of violet but her hands kept guiding him to look at her. He swallowed hard and took a deep breath before leaning in to plant a soft kiss on her swollen lips.
"Rukia.......you probably won't like this," he confessed, his head bowed down and try as she might she couldn't make him look at her.
Silence took hold of the room's atmosphere as tension rose thickly between the two. Only the sound of their breaths was heard. "What are you not telling me?" Her eyes pleaded him to look at her and tell her what the hell was wrong. She couldn't bear the thought that he was hiding something from her. She forced him to look at her by putting her hand under his chin and raising his bowed head.
"I can't stay here much longer," he whispered, careful not to disturb the silence that erupted between them. His eyes showed no room for conversation, he took his decision and he was determined to go through with it.
On the other hand, Rukia coaxed herself into remaining calm and wait for him to explain himself. Her face betrayed no emotion as it stayed as impassive and blank as ever. The only thing that she feared was Ichigo's ability to read through her mask and crack her shell.
She lived in the same house as him, in the same room with him for a good amount of time. He had been with her through thick and thin. He had always been able to know what she had been thinking and know exactly what he had had to do in order to make her smile again.
And she had no doubt that he would be able to that again at that moment. He's going to read through her mask but no one could blame her for trying, now could they?
She looked at the side where her window looked back at her and remained silent, waiting for his next move. His strong hand touched the tip of her chin, asking her to look at him and not to ignore him. Her sharp eyes defied his own hazel ones.
"I have to go, this is for your own good," he mumbled.
"What do you mean, 'my own good'?" She asked him cautiously, narrowing her orbs at him.
Ichigo sighed and leaned away from her a little to sit and stare at the ceiling, something felt really interesting about it at that moment. "Do you remember the Arrancar from before?" He started casually, still looking at the ceiling above.
"Yes," she replied while looking at him incredulously. Where did he want to go with that question? Although, she lived with him in the same house for such a long time, Ichigo had his moments where she couldn't understand the meaning behind his words. They weren't frequent and scarcely did she ever miss his point.
It looked like that moment was one of his moments when he could be a little mysterious.
"When I first fought him and lost, he kind of didn't like that. So now, I'm obliged to fight against him at my full power," he explained softly.
"Is that his objective?" She asked him cautiously while studying his face.
"Yes."
"There's something else, isn't there? You're hiding something from me."
"Well...he threatened to kidnap you if I didn't fight him at full power. He set a deadline and it was after one month. I believe that the time limit is nearing and I have to return back to Karakura. No one knows what he'll do to it if I'm not there." By the time Ichigo turned his face to look at the raven-haired next to him, a slap marred his face and caused him to turn his face to the side because of its sheer force.
"You idiot! How many times do I have to tell you that I do NOT need you protecting me?! I'm fully capable of protecting myself, I've lived ten times more than you have and I've fought thousands of hollows and defeated them! Why can't you understand that you should only worry about yourself?!" She rebuked harshly. Her eyes glowing with the ecstasy of the rage that boiled in her.
His orange bangs covered his eyes as his head turned slowly. "Because I care about you more than anything else in the world," he whispered softly. His voice barely audible if it wasn't for the silence that enveloped them again.
"You're all that I have left. There's no one else but you. All of my friends and family are dead now and you're the only person that I care about so much to the point that I'm willing to risk losing my life, soul and freedom in trade for your safety, Rukia," he mumbled under his breath as he steadily lifted his head to show vulnerability.
Rukia could only stare at him with a shocked expression. She had never seen him so fragile and broken like that sans that one time when he had lost all the people dear to him. Her heart wrenched in her chest as she felt a huge pang of guilt suffocating her.
She looked away and for the first time, she felt ashamed of slapping him like that. She knew that he only meant well but that didn't help in keeping her indignation in check, in fact it only served in ruffling her more. He still thought that she needed him to protect her and still didn't realize that she only wanted to stand by his side and not behind him.
"I'm sorry for slapping you," Rukia's voice sliced through the silence like a sharp knife. Yet she didn't look at him.
"Sure," he replied, absentminded. Staring at the floor beneath him, "I just want you to know that whatever happens I.....uh." Ichigo stopped himself mid-sentence as he thought about the next words he's going to say. It was still awkward to say them to her. He noticed the raven-haired princess stare at him curiously.
"You are what?" She ushered him to continue.
"I...will always....um...love you." His face almost instantly turned a bright shade of red. He turned his back to her to hide his flushed face from her view.
"I will always love you too," she whispered softly. Crawling on all four to reach him, she wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, pulling him into an embrace. She buried her face deep into his orange hair and took in his masculine scent. No matter what, she wouldn't get sick of his smell.
Ichigo looked a little taken aback by her sudden action at first but then he leaned into her and inhaled her nice scent. She smelled like lavender, his eye lids would drop lazily from time to time every second he inhaled her lovely smell.
He felt safe around her, she was his sanctuary where he would always relax and feel at ease. She's the only person that could understand him and he felt lucky to have her.
He freed himself from her embrace and turned around to kiss her fully on the lips. One hand entangled itself in her raven hair, relieving in its silky feeling while the other pushed her head further to deepen their kiss more.
One of Rukia's hands found itself playing with Ichigo's wild orange hair as the other one touched his chest, memorizing every part of it, from the nasty scars to the well-toned muscles. Now that Rukia thought about it, it's the first time she had touched his chest.
It felt soft but also strong and defined just like its owner. The well-toned muscles served as an evident to his strength. She ran her hand over his arm and felt the muscles moving underneath her cool touch. Her face flushed a little as her hand moved lower down his back.
Ichigo pulled back from the kiss and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"This isn't fair. Why do I get to be the one almost absolutely naked?" She questioned him with a raised eyebrow and all he could do was: give her a knowing smirk. She felt a little bit wary of him at first but then smirked back.
"You're right," he agreed as he moved to take his clothes off but Rukia beat him to it. As she worked on stripping him, his hands found their way to her body to finish their work in completely taking her clothes off.
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To Be Continued....
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or the characters in it.
I bet that you have noticed that I'm a bad writer when it comes down to writing M chapters. But I had to do it for the sake of the story. Maybe someone can help me in this department?
Reviews are always appreciated!
~KWF~
