Ah I have just noticed my horrible tense mistakes. I am sorry about that. I will try to stick to only one from now on Also, if you have been reading you will note the change in rating from Teen to Mature. Trust me this chapter and especially later chapters will get VERY mature. I hope to see a few more reviews even if they are negative. I am starting to wonder if I should bother continuing.

Pixiewolf

CHAPTER 9

RUKIA

Rukia winced as she landed somewhat ungracefully on the carpeted floor of her room. She glanced at her clock and sighed with relief. It wasn't overly late so everyone was probably still downstairs watching television. As Rukia turned to close the window she sent one last burst of energy out into the night. Feeling nothing she closes the window with a long sigh resigning herself to the fact that the hollows had taken the night off. Which was great for humans but bad for the shinigami who need to work off some pent up energy. Switching into her human form, Rukia began pulling out her pyjamas with another long sigh.

Her bedroom door was opened with such force Rukia was startled into dropping her pyjamas. Ichigo stood in her doorway, the moonlight silhouetting his tall form. For a moment she forgot herself and stood staring at him from across the room. His school shirt was unbuttoned, left carelessly open to reveal his smooth well formed chest. When he didn't move any further into her room then the doorway Rukia took a small step forward. She could have sworn he had forgotten why he was there if it wasn't for the rage she saw on his face.

She could feel his barely restrained anger filling the air in the suddenly far too small room. The Ichigo she knew would never hurt her, but as she looked into the eyes of the Ichigo standing before her she wasn't sure he was the same person she knew. There was something different about him now, when he looked at her, and it wasn't at all friendly. She felt a chill run through her and something else.

He took a step forward into her room she could tell he was struggling with something. When he finally spoke, his tone was clipped and his voice low.

"Why didn't you tell someone about those strange hollows Rukia? You could have gotten me killed! Or yourself!"

His question had caught her off guard. It was a shock to hear his voice, she had rarely seen him over the last few months, let alone spoken to him in any capacity. She noted how he now looked at her with something akin to resentment.

She felt her own anger build at his accusatory tone and his judgement of her, her own thoughts shifting away from the shock of his arrival to her fateful discovery earlier that day.

"He doesn't have the right to judge me in anything. Someone who dirties themselves spying on friends doesn't deserve any explanations." Rukia straightened with new confidence ready to square off in a verbal duel to the death.

"What strange hollows? Ichigo." Replied Rukia placing a mocking emphasis on his name, her lips twisted in a sneer.

Again she noted his brief inward struggle. They had become more and more frequent. She shook the thought away deciding it was of no concern to her.

"Nevermind. I will deal with it myself." Ichigo said dropping his gaze and shaking his head.

The moment Ichigo turned to leave Rukia felt as if she was watching herself as if in a dream. There was no clarity of thought on her part only pure need.

She needed him to stay.

Her anger seemed to vanish the moment he turned his back to her and replaced by fear. A fear inside her that threatened to overwhelm the little control she had over her newly discovered human emotions. A loneliness so profound it touched her down to her core.

"Why does my heart hurt so much?" The question resounds through her mind as a small gasp escapes her lips.

She takes one step forward.

And then another.

She looks with wonder at the careless hand that is placed squarely on his shoulder just under the loose fabric of his shirt.

Her hand.

Stopping him.

The sudden warmth of his warm skin overpowered her, steeling away all sense of reason and replacing it with carnal need. He pauses, the tick of a clock somewhere in the house makes the silence that much more painful.

She feels the heat in her face rise as she begins to lift her hand from his shoulder.

Ichigo turns slowly to face her, his expression unfathomable. An eternity in an instant.

Rukia gasped her shock as Ichigo grasped the back of her head, bending her mouth to his. He kisses her greedily, hungrily, drinking in the taste of her, exploring her tongue, her mouth, her lips.

Salt and wet. There is no restraint in his actions as he holds her in place plundering her lips.

Ichigo pushes hard against Rukia's body making her feel through the friction of cloth between them, the hard ridge of flesh that is his arousal pressing against her belly. A surge of moisture gushes through her insides, her legs part slightly and one of his slips between them. His thigh presses hard against her sex and when she moans, she feels him harden even more.

When Ichigo pulls away from Rukia's lips, she feels the room spinning, wondering idly if he knows what power he wields in his kisses.

Deciding she is no longer content to wait, Rukia wraps a small shaking hand around his thick shaft, relishing in his groan of pleasure. Rukia watches with eager anticipation as his eyes darken with lust at the contact.

"On your knees." His voice is low and husky.

She feels her body respond to him in the most primal of ways, gracefully lowering herself to her knees in front of him. She had spent many nights dreaming about this very moment only to wake up unsatisfied.

She felt as if she was watching herself degrade herself to him from a distance. It seemed so unreal. Despite this there was no voice of reason, no anger only obedience.

She kept her head held up, her eyes never leaving his as she moved slowly up towards him. She stopped in front of his erect member letting his familiar tangy male sent enter her. A sense of bitterness shot through her suddenly.

"Why am I not ashamed? Why do I want this?"

She watched as Ichigo slid his shirt off his shoulders carelessly letting it fall to the floor.

"Why would I let him do this to me? Isn't sex supposed to be between two people who love each other? Ichigo doesn't love me. He's just using me to relieve his own stress. That's all. He doesn't love me."

Her eyes are still trained on his face as she kneels up in front of him.

She pauses.

Unable to see his eyes through the darkness of the room, she imagines his eyes are cold, maybe even lonely.

He was waiting for her to continue she knew.

Her body reacted to his need. She couldn't deny it. She had tried to forget him, tried to stop herself from thinking about his hands and lips and skin.

She couldn't deny that she dreamed about how far he'd take things. How much he'd require of her. And how far she would be willing to go to please him.

She knew he didn't love her he had told her as much when he ignored her or snapped at her or said she was weak.

So she would accept things as they were. He did not love her. But he wanted her. And she wanted him. She couldn't deny him anything. She loved him.

On her knees, undressing before him she couldn't help but let the shock of her confession to herself wash over her in bitter waves.

She wanted to feel that he wanted her even if it just for tonight.

ICHGIO

The moment he felt her feather-light touch on his bare shoulder had undone him. Just that briefest contact with her hot, silky skin had set sparks coursing through his every nerve. His burning desire for her, which he had been able to keep to a low simmer in the back of his mind, leaped to the fore again, bright and hot and insatiable. All of his were convictions suddenly forgotten.

Just that one touch and his need for her, the restless, unsettled itch that could only be satisfied by her, broke forth.

He couldn't help but marvel at her strength, and her beauty. When she had touched him in the most intimate of ways he couldn't help but respond. When she had dropped to her knees at his command he had almost fainted. There was no hesitation on her part, no judgement or anger.

This was his Rukia.

She was his, on her knees before him, undressing, unhesitant, at his feet, willing to do whatever he required.

Whatever he required.

Ever since he had first met Rukia he had been attracted to her, dreamed about her. Never once did he think any of his fantasies would happen. Not now.

When he first entered her room it was to confront her, hopefully without tipping his hand concerning her late night escapades. But the moment he had seen her standing at the window, dishevelled and tired, he only felt desire. It had overwhelmed him. He needed a release. He had tried to leave, tried to shut the image if her half naked form from his mind's eye but she had stopped him and something inside him broke.

He didn't really know what he had expected when he told her to get on her knees. It wasn't like he could say,

"I want to hold you and touch you so that I can stop waking up in the middle of the night every night with dreams that leave me unsatisfied and make me feel like I'm losing my sanity."

Nor was he willing to admit that every time he saw her with Renji he needed to go off by himself to kill something,

No, she'd asked nothing from him. She simply obeyed him.

And now she was sitting before him waiting for his next command.

Startled, his eyes had widened for a second, it was like she'd opened a floodgate of passion with her simple action. Instantly, he'd become so hard it was painful.

The way she sat, patiently waiting made it seem almost like she wanted to be there with him, that she wanted this too, in this way. Ichigo disregarded the thought as soon as it entered his mind,

"there is no way she wanted it to be like this."

But before he could stop himself he had reached down and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. The shocked look in her eyes at his unexpected tenderness brought him swiftly back to reality.

He knew he couldn't let himself slip again like before, it was just too much. But he just couldn't tear himself away from her. He had all ready taken it too far when they kissed.

He continued to stroke her face softly; a thought came unbidden to his lips,

"I want you to use your mouth."

There in Rukia's bedroom, the girl he couldn't stop thinking about had reached up, unbuttoned his pants and slide them carefully down his legs.

He could tell she was nervous, hell he was nervous. He wasn't really sure what to expect and he wondered briefly if he should have asked her to undress also, but the moment he felt her lithe fingers brush gently along the material covering his erect member the world fell away. Somehow if it was possible this touch was even more erotic then the first.

He moaned as her fingers slipped under the band of boxers, sliding them down carefully. She gasped, pausing at the sight of his hard phallus before reaching out a hesitant hand to touch. Ichigo's body vibrated as Rukia began touching, first with her hands and then slowly with her mouth and tongue. As he watched her small pink tongue come into contact with the head of his penis a shiver raced through his body, from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. He could feel that even after this short time he was almost at his limit. He could feel his orgasm building quickly and when he came, shuttering and breathless a few minutes later, neither he nor Rukia had been prepared, causing much of his seed to land on her shirt. Ichigo had never before experienced anything like what Rukia had done.

She too looked stunned by the experience but not in any way displeased. Her face was flushed pink and he could see her nipples hard against her shirt. He could smell her sex in the air, feeling her need as clearly as his own.

Reaching down he pulled her to her feet and picking her up carried her to her bed. Putting her down, he reached to her shirt and began unbuttoning her soiled blouse in earnest.

She was turned on and ready for him.

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