On the front steps between Park and Madison
Rukia and Ichigo were supposed to attend the birthday party of a mutual friend at a new restaurant that had just opened downtown. He offered to pick her up because she was 'on the way' in a text the day before the party. (She still has no idea where he even lives.)
She said yes and spent the entire evening trashing her closet before finally settling on a black dress that was a little revealing for her tastes but once got her out of a drunk and disorderly and into an after party she wasn't invited to. She redid her makeup twice because her hand was so shaky. She couldn't understand why she was so nervous until she realized that this is the closest they've come to an actual date in the past two months. For once, they had a set destination in mind after 4 o'clock and they would arrive together.
He meets her on her front steps, growling that he was trying to be polite when she makes fun of him for leaving the car. He noticeably checks her out, and it's all downhill from there.
A few seconds later he's waving the car away and they're making out on her front steps, like two teenagers who aren't allowed in each other's bedrooms. Rukia finds her keys and they stumble upstairs where the past two months of sexual tension finally implodes into multiple orgasms and a shredded dress that is a remnant of its former self. They never make it to the party, and end up ordering Chinese and watching reruns of The Office.
When he leaves the next morning, he doesn't kiss her goodbye or make any concrete plans to see her again.
Rukia promptly texts Tatsuki for her opinion. Her response?
Men are trouble.
I forgot how much fun writing this was. I'm about halfway done, but like having a few chapters handy to post in case I get a serous case of writers block.
Which does't matter because I'll just forget to update until I realize it's been like two months and I have 10+ chapters on google docs….
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